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Becoming his slut pt.1 [MF] [Oral] [Exhibitionist]

“Who’s a good little whore?” Ronaldo asked as he balled Melissa’s hair into a bun and mercilessly thrust his cock in and out of her throat.

It was the same fantasy, day after day, for nearly three weeks. The two had not been together since he left on a business trip three weeks prior. Melissa was bursting with anticipation built up by imagining what their reunion would be like.

Bzzzz. Her phone vibrated in her lap, interrupting her thoughts. It was another text from Ronaldo who was battling with a fantasy of his own. He and Melissa had been exchanging ideas and sexting for what seemed like hours.

Melissa looked over at the clock. It was 1:30. Just a few more hours. She’d finish work at 4:30 and be free to get everything her body was begging for.

“This is what you wanted? Me fucking your face like the dirty slut you are?” She could hear Ronaldo’s deep voice in her ear as clearly as if he were actually there.

Imagining his rough tone made her clit throb even harder and she squeezed her legs together beneath her desk to ease the torture unfolding between her thighs. She needed to get home to her man quickly. Read more »

MF Unfaithful Wife Part 2

Written on a phone in my spare time so be kind, im not going back to edit in perfect grammer but i try. These are tales of small exploits from my life

She was ready for more i could sense it. I turned her over from doggy. Pulled her close and kissed her deeply, our tongues exploring each others mouths, before i pulled away and picked her up, placing her onto her back upon the bed. She looked up at me. “May i touch myself”. She asked. In nodded to inform her that she may, i moved to where i had placed all of the toys.

I reached down for the vibrator, a sleek black one with multiple speed settings and cordless for my ease of use. I turned over toward the bed. She was curling her toes just for me a sign that she was eagerly awaiting my return. She desired more pleasure and i was more than willing to give that to her. Read more »

I call it the dream. I apologize for grammar and misspellings. Hope you enjoy, my 1st attempt.

You walk into the room. Your eyes are starving with lust. You slowly approach me. Without a word you ease to your knees. You pull down my towle as I was taking a shower. My penis stands erect with anticipation. You stare wantonly into my eyes with yours as you take my throbbing warm cock into your mouth. You work your tongue and mouth all over like you are hungry and cant get your fill. Your hand slides down your body to your hot wet pussy, you rub and finger yourself while moaning.

I cant stand it, I lay you down on the bed and bury my face in your hot pussy. I work my tongue around on your clit. I slip two fingers inside you rubbing your G spot. I stiffen my tongue and move slowly down to your ass where I tease you. Once wet I slip a finger in your ass as well. I continue until you cum.

I then climb on top and ease my cock into your pussy. Then thrust deep inside you. You claw at my back with your legs wrapped tightly around me. I thrust in and out. Slowly then more quickly. I kiss your neck and moan dirty nothings in yous ear. One of your hands plays with your nipples while the other rubs your clit. I am about to cum… Read more »

In the hotel lobby… [Romantic]

I know. I don’t even have to look. I’ve never seen you in person but I can tell by the sound of your heels on the marble floor as they click across the lobby. Your presence has a gravitional pull — my tides are surging even before I turn around.

I’m afraid to look into the sun. I’m afraid to look at you — but I do. A smile illuminates my face before I know I’m smiling.

I look away, amazed at the emotions that saturate me.

You sit across the room at a high table, pretending this is just another day, just another drink. But you cannot maintain that theatre. Soon you look at me with your sweetest honesty and I know I need to be near you and be securely in your space.

I sit down across from you. I think about saying something but then I glance up and your eyes are on me. I see galaxies in them. If I hold your gaze everything else will disappear. Read more »

Her Name was Natalie (part 2) [mF] [oral] [rimming]

Despite what I had hoped, Natalie avoided me the next few weeks. Another night of, well, whatever the hell that was, seemed out of the question. While I didn’t want to press the issue, I felt I was owed at least some kind of closure. So after class I waited for her.
“Hi, Nathalie.”
“Oh, hey …”
She avoided my eye, but didn’t seem shocked or angry. Only a bit dejected.
“How’s things?”
“Fine.”
An uncomfortable pause. She wasn’t wearing any make-up and her hair, pulled back in a ponytail, looked dull, uncared for. But she was still amazingly beautiful and at that moment I would have done anything to make her smile. Or moan.
“I really liked what we …”
“My boyfriend came to town”, she interrupted me. “He’s staying with me now.”
“Oh …”
“So just forget about it. Please?”
Now she did look at me, her eyes pleading. I nodded.
“Thanks.”
She turned to go, hesitated, then turned back and placed a small hand on my arm.
“I did as well.”
I watched her leave, angry, hurt and, to my surprise, horny. That damn girl.
“What was that about?”
Astha came to stand beside me. A small Indian woman with delicious curves and a quick smile, she had only recently transferred here, but had already made a name for herself after a shouting match with an administrator. He had either not fulfilled an inane request exactly as she wanted, or had made lewd remarks at her, depending on who you listened to. Whatever the case, she was fierce and a bit scary, even though the top of her head barely reached my chest.
“Nothing”, I mumbled.
“That was definitely not nothing.”
“Just drop it.”
“Fine. Want to go grab a bite?”
I shook my head. “I’m just going to go home.”
“Don’t wallow!” she called after me. “There’s much better things to do.” Read more »

Not My Yellow Panties [Suspicion] [Betrayal]

I came home earlier than expected from a work trip. Why? Who comes home early from a work trip? When a hurricane or tropical storm or whatever grounds your flight and you’re a flight attendant. That’s who. I won’t say where I am from. Not yet. Like I said, I don’t want this getting out. Not yet. I need some advice first. Or a plan. Or a plan and advice. I need something. I’ve been good in my marriage. Really. Despite being a flight attendant, slim, and in shape, and constantly being sought after by pilots, I have stayed true. During my marriage. Not so much before that, but yeah. I’ve only been with my husband since being married. Despite the ample opportunities that have been presented. It’s true. Pilots are something else. The stigma is real. Back to my coming home early. Or is it me coming home early? I’m not sure. I’m a flight attendant, not an English teacher. Read more »

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An Ode to Uncertainty – Chapter 6-7 [MF][MFF][Fantasy]

Please read chapters 1 – 5 first if you have not done so. This is not a stand-alone story.

Chapter 1

[https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/cyb5y9/an_ode_to_uncertainty_chapter_1_mfdubconfantasy/](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/cyb5y9/an_ode_to_uncertainty_chapter_1_mfdubconfantasy/)

Chapter 2

[https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/d0f2l6/an_ode_to_uncertainty_chapter_2_mffantasy/](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/d0f2l6/an_ode_to_uncertainty_chapter_2_mffantasy/)

Chapter 3

[https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/d3s0pn/an_ode_to_uncertainty_chapter_3_mffantasymagic/](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/d3s0pn/an_ode_to_uncertainty_chapter_3_mffantasymagic/)

Chapter 4

[https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/d6w1f8/an_ode_to_uncertainty_chapter_4_mfmfffantasy/](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/d6w1f8/an_ode_to_uncertainty_chapter_4_mfmfffantasy/)

Chapter 5

[https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/ddcogw/an_ode_to_uncertainty_chapter_5_mfmfffantasy/](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/ddcogw/an_ode_to_uncertainty_chapter_5_mfmfffantasy/)

Enjoy!

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# Part 2 – Sigrid

## Six

Sigrid left the argument behind her. As soon as it was declared that she was not needed until morning she had left them behind. The voices penetrated through the thick oaken door and it was clear that Jarl was losing.

*Not my problem*, Sigrid thought and headed out of the building.

The large bell tower had just struck noon and the campus was filled with students about to embark on wherever their Cleansingday plans were bringing them. Sigrid knew where she was going on her unexpected day off. She headed down the hill on the small avenue that led to all the strange bookshops. Last time they passed she had been certain that one of the books looked at her. She stopped for a second and inspected the ground where Jarl stopped every time they passed. She could see nothing different about it. The path was regular square flagstones of some rough variety. Grass covered both sides of the path and a few old trees stood crooked, almost leaning away from the College. Read more »

Me and My Mom

**It Begins**

“Beverly, Beverly, what has happened to you?”

I was walking past the downstairs bathroom when I heard those words. The door was open a few inches, and I could see my mother’s reflection in the mirror when I looked inside. I wasn’t trying to peep, but it happened that way.

Mom was wearing a tight sports bra and nylon shorts—workout clothes—that she spent more time wearing than working out in. The bra supported her large breasts without hiding her cleavage, and it left her abdomen bare down to her waistline. Mom wasn’t heavy, but for the last few years she was picking up a pound here, and a pound there and they weren’t going away.

The extra weight was evident in some of the clothes she wore, like her shorts. I noticed they fit tighter than they had a year ago, and I saw the way the fabric dug into the cleft between her thighs. I wouldn’t have been aware of this if Dad hadn’t pointed it out one night as a joke, but now my mother’s thick, meaty camel toe was something to look forward to during her “workout” time. Read more »

My biggest fantasy is to be raped. I’m ashamed to say that because it’s not something a woman should admit.

My reluctance to say it out loud stems from a conversation I had once with a friend’s boyfriend in a pub. We were chatting about fantasises (you know the type, sex in public, Britney Spears in *that* school uniform) when he suddenly announced that it was every woman’s fantasy to be raped.

I thought it was the most misogynistic thing I’d ever heard because at that time, I saw rape as a woman being forced at knifepoint to have sex with a stranger in a dark alleyway somewhere. So why would any woman in her right mind want to endure that humiliation? No woman *wants* to be hurt and degraded like that.

But his words stayed with me and I was determined to prove him wrong in every relationship I had after that.

Every man I have been with knows that I’m no victim. I’m in control of all aspects of my life and I certainly don’t let anyone dictate to me what I should do: everything is done *my* way, especially sex. Read more »