(Hope this absolute wall of text is alright. This is a story adapted from an RP I’m doing with u/dontwanttoget and u/BouncingBoyChuck. So I hope you enjoy!
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If you asked Patrick why he was driving through a road covered in a blanket of fresh snow to go snowshoeing on a remote trail he couldn’t tell you. He’d taken one look at the fresh powder the recent blizzard had deposited all over his small Canadian town and got the idea to head out and snowshoe a favorite trail of his. Never mind that the trail was buried under three inches of fresh snow and the fact that today was the solstice meaning he’d be walking through old forest with only moonlight to guide him. Yet the urge was far too strong and Patrick found himself leaving his truck behind in the snowed over parking lot and trudged into the moon lit forest.
Category: Erotica
Old Friends-Pt 3:Lust [mf], [permitted cheating],[Voyeur]
I glanced towards the door and saw Phil trying to hide a rather large and seemingly painful erection. I looked back to Alex, he nodded and released my wrists from behind my back. A slight indentation and red discoloration was the only indication of the binding.
I let my dress fall from my shoulders into a puddle of red cloth behind me. My bra and panties were still slightly askew as I knelt down on all fours.
I crawled over to Phil and he reached out to me, cradling my jaw in his hand as I lifted myself up and unfastened his pants. An almost purple monster of a cock sprang towards my face. He pulled away as I tried to position it at my lips. His grip on my cheek and twisting his lower body away from me prevented me from suckling him. He looked to Alex, who was stroking his own cock hard again. Given the sounds I was hearing, I’d wager he was almost there.
Alex smirked at Phil, “If you don’t hurry I’m going take her back.”
Old Friends-Pt 2: Restrictions [MF], [Couple], [light binding], [light masochism]
Alex found me sitting in our dark hotel room, crying. He turned on the light and knelt next to me in the little hallway just inside the door, “I didn’t mean it,” I blurted out as I looked up at him. “That’s not what this trip was ever about, it’s just seeing a friend, it’s just…”
He leaned my head over onto his shoulder and rubbed my temple with his thumb. He knew I had a tendency to say hurtful things when I was feeling vulnerable. He accepted my quirks and understood my needs even if he didn’t necessarily like them.
He’d even gotten to a point where he was comfortable hurting me when it became obvious that if he didn’t then I would, and I didn’t always care if I survived such self-punishment.
His voice was a comfort to me as he whispered in my ear, “Do you want me to restrict you?”
I nodded without lifting my head from his shoulder.
It’s Only Saturday! [MMF]
It’s late, and the kiddo has gone to bed. His stomach is full of chicken and rice, and he’s worn out after a fun day at the beach with his parents and “Uncle Tim.”
The light in our bedroom is soft and low, and the bed is neatly made. Across the room, the stereo is set to play. Tim and I are laying on the bed, our chests thin and bare, our boxers barely containing the erections underneath. Deep breaths of nervousness as we hear you turn off the shower.
We hear you open the bathroom door, and my heart pounds like a hammer as you are walking closer. It’s a rush of excitement, but of nerves too. I’m shaking at wondering how you’re going to react.
You step into the bedroom, the door opening as slow as eternity in my mind, and right away your dark eyes lock into mine. The towel is wrapped around your lovely form, and your brown hair is wet and dripping from the tips.
You see the rise in my boxers, your eyes flicking in surprise as you step further inside. You pass the alcove in the wall, and then dart your slender face at Tim.
Just World Theory Part 3
The hearing commenced at 10:00 AM on November seventeenth in the year 2018.
“Honorable Judge Robert Lyons will preside over the case. Harper Grais versus David Helms”
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“It was so insane. It seems like a strange dream Dr Praxter please tell me I dreamed it a million dreams ago and it wasn’t just last night.”
“What happened at the hearing?”
“It was like verbal chess. We tried to put each other in check. It was just like chess.”
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“Ms. Grais, do you realize the severity of filing a vexatious lawsuit? I hope you don’t plan to submit false evidence.”
“At this stage we can still help you realize how things really work. Why don’t you just cooperate?”
“We wouldn’t want you to be disbarred by the US Attorney’s office after you must have worked so hard to pass your exams”
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“I threatened them. Oh my God I threatened a judge!”
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“Gentleman I’m sure you’re well aware that the United States attorney’s office is capable of prosecuting corrupt judges”
“Ms Grais tell me, please what that has to do with your frivolous lawsuit.”
Miss Jess [mf, blowjob]
I needed to get out.
My fiance had been driving me up the wall. I just had to get some air so I went walking around and found myself at the bar. I threw a few back and watched the game absentmindedly.
Then I noticed the redhead.
She was staring right at me from across the bar. She was nursing a dark drink with a cherry and orange slice hanging on the edge. I wasn’t sure how long she had been there, but I caught her right in the middle of giving me a casual up and down. I was feeling good and I gave her the same. Her black skirt was short and snug to her long legs. Her black blazer was also short and couldn’t possibly fit around her bulging chest. Her red top framed her cleavage in a tantalizing way, and her long necklace had slipped between her breasts. My gaze found it’s way back up to her face. I marveled at the gentle curls in her red hair, her full lips, her fair skin. And then our eyes locked. Her emerald green eyes stared me down, drawing me in, yet challenging me at the same time.
Old Friends-Pt. 1: Truth or Dare [no sex]
We were six shots in when my best friend’s wife dared me to come sit on her lap. Admittedly, I was feeling quite into it as I sat with both feet on one side of her legs and wrapped my arms around her neck to hold on to her. I tensed up slightly as I felt her hand slide up my skirt slightly on the side of my upper right thigh, intending only to keep me from sliding off her lap.
She blushed brightly and removed her hands from me, motioning to her husband as it was his turn. She was staring at my chest as it rose and fell with each breath and I was looking over at my best friend, a drunken smile plastered on my face. He almost looked jealous as I lay my head against her shoulder, intending to be playful.
He followed his wife’s gaze and noticed she was staring at me, his reaction was almost instant as he shifted in his seat and turned to my husband, “Truth or Dare, Alex?”
My husband’s gaze fell on mine and I could see that he was getting uncomfortable, “Truth,” he said with a slight pause.
Just World Theory Part 2
“Yo Chang.”
“Bruh?”
“Hit the exits my dude.”
Chang hung up and ran.
Two Israeli security guards pounded the stairs with heavy boots.
“That’s not David Helms!” The hulking guards shouted, pointing at Chang.
Chang ran outside into a waiting car. Security couldn’t pursue off their property. Just to be safe, Cavaggio used a fake car service account with a prepaid Visa. They could have connections to law enforcement. Besides, he already had a fake account for personal reasons so it wasn’t hard. He hung up his phone and pulled Chang into the ride. It didn’t matter if they got the plates.
“Helms, David” Chang panted.
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“Helms, David” Cavaggio slipped a piece of paper to Harper, along with the fob she’d swiped off her “acquaintance” at the alumni club.
She held it up in the air and walked a slow strut toward the exit.
She stopped in the threshold and put her hand on the wall.
“Boys?”
She tapped her painted fingernails on the molding’s edge sequentially. She turned and looked over her shoulder.
“Yes Ms Grais?”
“Since you did so well, could you do me one more little favor?”
Just World Theory Part 1
“Which one of you boys could handle a top secret special assignment?”
Harper Grais crossed her legs on Cavaggio’s desk and made eye contact with the new junior engineer, Chang.
“Boyos, give us a minute” Frankie Cavaggio barked over his shoulder, still staring at Harper from the corner of his eye.
The other IT guys fled the basement server room as Cavaggio, flustered, gathered himself.
“Ms Grais anything. Miss. Ma’am”
Chang’s face turned bright red as Harper adjusted her skirt and puckered her red lips.
“Wonderful. Here’s the super secret assignment. Head down to P. S. Harrington’s…”
“The bank?”
“Yes Frankie, the bank. Well, technically, private equity firm.”
“Ok”
“And find out whose security badge this is.”
Harper placed a black plastic fob on the desk that had “P. S. Harrington” impressed on the face of it.
Frankie Cavaggio had a background in computer hacking and social engineering. He was never caught so he “went legit” and made his way into a relatively comfortable information security post at the United States Attorney’s office.
Chasing Anna: Day 3
[Day 1 Morning](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/a7dbyr/chasing_anna_day_1_morning_mf_nosex_slow_start/)
[Day 1 Evening](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/a7nt69/chasing_anna_day_1_evening_mf_noncon_slow_start/)
[Day 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/a7yh3x/chasing_anna_day_2/)
The two girls woke in the early morning dark to break camp. Anna looked in her bag, dismayed at the state of her food stocks. It wasn’t an emergency yet, but over half of her stocks were gone and it was only the start of day 3. They would have to start foraging soon to get through the week.
“Hey Ninkie, how’re you fixed on food?” Nickie peeked into her own bag”
“Maybe a day and a half”
“I’m sitting at 2. Keep your eyes open for anything edible.”
“You worry too much. Even if you’re just eating that, 5 days in should get you a cushy job.”
“I’m NOT letting some random guy fuck me because I ran out of food!”
“Then worst case scenario you’re hungry for a few days. Won’t kill you”
Anna wasn’t worried about feeling hungry though, but rather keeping her energy up. If she had to rabbit the last day, the lack of food would slow her down.
“Just keep an eye open.”