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Oak Spring College – Chapter 5 – Part 1 – First time eating yogurt with Olivia [MF18] [Enforced Nudity] [Public Nudity] [Teasing] [Edging] [Nipple play]

[Originally posted by me here](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/xnp30k/oak_spring_college_chapter_5_part_1_first_time/)

Hey! The Oasic story is back on again, even though I am not finished with my other story. Due to popular requests to continue, I decided that at the very least I will release a new Oasic Chapter in between other stories (every second Oasic, every second something else). I felt like I was rushing the other story in order to be able to get back to Oasic, which diminished its quality. This way nothing should be rushed and I should be able to maintain the quality in all stories.

Anyway, back to the story!

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Link to [Chapter 4 Part 3](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/xhdsbe/oak_spring_college_chapter_4_part_3_first_time/)

It was morning and the birds chirped happily and unconcernedly, like only birds can do. I on the other hand had my head full of Olivia. Naked Olivia. I was walking on my usual path towards the school and my fingers were twitching to bring my phone back up and look again at the photos Olivia had sent me yesterday. Yet I abstained from doing so, knowing that I need to focus today at school. Read more »

Revenge is sweet

Revenge is sweet. Especially in the end😊…

I was sexting with someone just now and told the story of my revenge on my bf for ruining me one night.

He had done a shot for maybe the second time. I waited for him on all fours while his buddy gave the shot to him. He was right behind me waiting to shove his dick into my tight little ass. Even though I was all lubed up, it hurt, he’s thick as fuck. Then his buddy was in front of me shoving his cock into my mouth. I wanted to fuck him too, so it was ok with me. But that cock in my ass hurt. He fucked me for two hours straight. I couldn’t walk for two days. Read more »

Chapter 40. First date excitement.

Coming home from New Orleans brought a flood of emotions. Gratitude for solid friendships. Appreciation for a supportive husband. Excitement for a sexy adventure ahead. Chatting with Michael heated up the week I returned home, and the discussion of taking things a step further had begun. It was difficult to work that week, as my thoughts were filled with possibilities, and my inbox filled with messages from Michael. Each evening I’d come home and share highlights from the day’s messages with my husband. He loved seeing me express my sexuality in such bold ways. He fucked me passionately each night, talking openly about what it would be like for me to come home after a date night out with Michael. Would we click in person? After all, we had only seen each other that one time before. Would we take things to the bedroom if the night progressed? We had agreed to just have drinks first and not rush things. The questions and possibilities flowed freely through our minds as we played them out together. Read more »

The Rope Bites [Mf] [bondage]

The rope doesn’t bite, not at first.

It feels slightly cool when he lays it on the back of her neck, the two red strands falling to the floor between her bare breasts. He grabs the strands and starts on the first knot, high on her chest. She closes her eyes. It is not the first time they have done this, but the thrill of the unfamiliar is still present. She tries to picture how they must look to an observer, as she is standing there in the living room, naked, her hands high on her head, while he continues to knot his way down her chest and abdomen, still fully dressed in jeans and a white t-shirt. His hands brush her skin, her nipples, her thighs, sometimes unintentionally, other times with very clear intent. The sixth knot in the line down her body comes to rest just above her pussy, untouched so far tonight, but already smoldering after his initial kiss and his scrutiny as she shed her clothes. He pulls the strands through her legs; they fit snugly next to her labia and lift her buttocks before he loops them back to the front. She lets out a soft gasp when he tightens them. As the rope snakes its way up her body – front, under, back, twist, back to the front – her breathing slows, the pressure of the harness calming her as it forms against her skin. Even the two strands pressing her pussy together, her inner lips protruding from the tight fit, are as relaxing as they are arousing. He draws the last bit of rope through the loop on the back of her neck, easing the pressure there, before finishing with a bow high on her back, between her shoulder blades. She doesn’t move when he steps away, but keeps her pose, feet apart and hands together on her head. In the silence between her breaths, the butterflies in her stomach slowly come back to life. His plans for her have that effect, even when she doesn’t know them. Because he always has a plan. Read more »

My Former Teacher Pt. IV [MF] [Blue Balls] [Ball Busting]

*I really advice you to read the previous parts first.* [*They are over there*](https://www.reddit.com/r/dirty_boy69/comments/x9wqe9/my_former_teacher/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)*. Enjoy your read.*

As the day went on, I kept on chopping firewood. My former teacher brought me something to eat, we spent lunch break together. Then it was back to chopping wood. My arms were already sore, but she told me to keep on going. I had already chopped my way through a quarter of the pile. She promised me an incredible awesome reward once I was done. And yes, I still was hoping to stick my dick inside.

My motivation to chop wood got lesser and lesser with every piece I split into smaller pieces. The power, the strength was slowly but steadily leaving my body. But my former teacher, she found an awesome way to keep me going. No, she was not threatening to cut off my balls, that would come later.

She just got a sun lounger out of the she. She placed the thing somewhere where I could see it. Then she undressed herself, yes, she even dropped her underwear and applied sun lotion all over her body. Then she took a long long sunbath. While reading some book. Read more »

Kitchen’s Counter top

Andy came downstairs after his morning shower and quietly began fixing himself a bowl of cereal. Marissa was already sitting at the kitchen table, eating and working on that day’s crossword puzzle. Sitting down, Andy leaned over and kissed his girl friend on the mouth.

“I love you boo,” He said softly. He began pouring himself some cereal and Marissa continued working on the puzzle.

After he finished eating he looked up at Marissa with a strange look on his face.

“What’s up hon, is something wrong?” Marissa asked.

Andy just stared at her face and then glanced down at her tits. She was wearing a tank top and her favorite pair of jeans which were nearly skin tight and pushed her ass into a tight round ball. Although they had been dating for awhile, they hadn’t had sex yet. They had fooled around quite a bit, but Marissa had told him that she wasn’t quite ready for intercourse.

“Stand up. Walk over to the counter until you are 3 feet away and bend over so your torso makes a 45 degree angle with your legs. Put your hands on the counter. I want to study your ass this morning before I go to work.” Read more »

[M]20 and [F]20 trying to broaden our sexual experiences

M20. Me and my GF are happy in our relationship for 5 years. Over this period of time, we had a rather slow, but steady, evolution regarding our sexual life. We managed to lift our barriers towards one another, we were able to understand what we want and what we like. It was a long journey, having to get rid of our feelings of guilt at first, being raised in a rather strict environment, where sexual stuff was taboo and anyone who openly confessed about doing it and liking it was seen as a lower person.

I had the luck to have open minded parents and of eventually being able to live in another bigger city, with more open minded people that were not complete backstabbers, therefore being able to form actual bonds in time, so this part was hard especially for her, who didn’t change the scenery, choosing to stay in our home town to finish high school. We both live now in a much bigger city, so it’s only better at the moment.

Our sexual experiences are mostly vanilla, with certain exceptions, like some cases of public masturbation, making sure no one notices us. Everything is great, we both enjoy it and managed to get really comfortable and teach one another what we like. Read more »

Erotica Muse

She was sensational. The moment my visual senses awoken by seeing her face I could feel fast pace beat inside my chest. Her eyes were wandering without noticing me in the balcony. I was hiding behind the curtain. I was new to the town and life was rough. Endless hours of work was wearing me down and that moment has caught my attention. It was after a long time i felt like that after seeing someone. She was still standing and taking sips of her hot drink. I couldn’t guess whether it was coffee or tea but the steam was making her lips wet.I took the courage and opened the door and stood in my balcony and i can still remember the first time our eyes met. I felt a buldge inside my pant and the moment she saw me she went inside.
I still remember it was night and raining heavily. It was cold weather and i was still thinking about her at midnight. It was night and i was tired but aroused. I took the courage to get up and knock her door. Surprisingly She opened it and ask me what I want? It was the first time i heard her voice. The frequency of sound reverberated deeply inside my heart and it transitory made me blank but luckily I recovered quickly and i said that I want to talk to you. She let me in by saying that you live next to me and I noded like an obedient child.
She was single 44. She was working professional like me but i guess it was the time when she was alone like me.We humans crave human touch i guess. Her room was warm as opposed to cold outside. She brought a glass of wine and for herself too. I could feel our energy matching. I was vibrating near her and sips of wine were enough to make me courageous enough to speak in front of her. We talked for a while and her musical voice was enough to seduce me. Ah!! It was full combination, cool weather, warm room, sips of wine, stimulating voice, shiny dilated eyes, experienced gestures and curvy body full of experience. I was like in a lucid dream
Yes, i could feel a buldge inside my pants, palpitations and mind numbness. This was the moment i remember exactly she held my hand. I could feel the warmth of her palm. It was a fine touch and grip.a complete imagery and situation I always dreamt about. The moment was created and I couldn’t remember the time our lips touched shamelessly. The taste of wine on her lips and tongue was evident. I could feel the warmth of her tongue. Yes, we started kissing passionately and i could feel that she was stimulated too. We started from lips and i went down to her neck, the area of carotid pulsations and higher sensory inputs. I could hear her moan with eyes closed but i was gentle. I wanted to be like animal but i was trying to be gentle with slow paces. She suddenly asked me .”Arent we going very quick?’I asked her;Let us live in the moment Rest time will tell where it all leads’. She hugged me and sat on my lap and again we started kissing but this time i could feel her passion. It aroused me more and we started kissing passionately like teenager’s first love.
Slowly and gradually I took off her clothes. We were strangers but our bodies felt like we knew each other for decades. In the heat of the moment, we both were doing what we wanted. Yes, we started to remove each other dresses. It was cold but our passions were enough to sustain the coldness outside. It was a sofa and finally, we both were nude. I started kissing her neck and her aroused nipples. They were looking just like a virgin girl. She probably took care of her aging body. I took her nipples in my mouth and sucked them gently and I could hear her moaning. I sucked her both nipples one by one and then I went down to the torso. I could smell her vaginal fluids coming out intermixed with my fragrance. I went deep down with her clit in my mouth and that was a moment like we both were semi-alive. She was stimulated, I was erected but it wasn’t enough. I could’ve finished that moment in a jerk of a second but I wanted to please her first. I wanted to finish her first. I again went up and again started kissing her lips and neck. We both were sweaty and hyperventilating. We could smell each other breath. I turned her back and started kissing her back till my lips touched her butt. They were round and thick and I was brave
enough to kiss her butt cheek and I could smell her vaginal fluid dipping drop by drop. I kissed her between her butt cheek and it was enough to make her aroused like an animal she took my penis in her hands and started swallowing it and Ah!! That was a heavenly moment. I could feel a warm oral cavity and wet tongue stimulating my senses.
At that moment I could feel we both penetrated. Her vagina was warm and wet and my penis bulged inside like never before. I let her take the leading role and she started jumping and we both were moaning. Ah! Ah! the moments were intense, the mind was numb and our facial expressions like ready to orgasm, and yes I finally woke up from my dream. I was still alone in my bed at 3am. It was cold outside and my bed was wet but she was not there.

Notes from my first submission

His voice. If I had to pick one thing that I loved most about our first session, it would have been his voice. He has the unique ability to convey both cruelty and compassion in the same breath, to come across as simultaneously savage and civilized, with a refined ferocity that must have taken a lifetime to cultivate.

The effect his voice had on me was hypnotic, stupefacient, almost alarmingly so. I found myself in a daze as I carried out his first series of instructions, as if possessed by him right from the start. I was amazed by how quickly I reacted and how readily I began to comply, well before my mind had time to process what I was being told to do:

“Strip naked.”

“Kneel down.”

“Bend over.”

“Present.”

Undressing, kneeling and ultimately prostrating myself for his initial assessment of me proved quite an ice breaker. Although I was eager to do as he said, the indecency of it felt, in some ways, like a small betrayal. A betrayal of myself, of my sensibilities, of my dignity. At the same time, it was wildly freeing, and it’s hard to put into words just how exhilarating it felt to overcome my own self-imposed modesty as I was made to “present” in this fashion several times throughout our session. As things progressed, I began to relish each new opportunity to open myself a little wider, arch my back a little deeper and push my shoulders a little harder into the floor. Read more »

The Reunion [MF] Feeling young again

I can still remember this like it’s happening. That one night after so many years. We had kept up with each other on Facebook, dutifully writing “happy birthday!” on our birthdays, liking your photos, seeing your family–and you–grow older. But everytime I saw your photos, I still saw that same face I knew back when. We hadn’t seen each other in twenty years. But then I got to go to a work conference in your city. You worked near the hotel I was staying. A couple of texts later, you were meeting for a drink at the hotel bar. I wasn’t sure if I would recognize you after all this time, but, of course, as soon as you walked in, I recognized your smile, your walk, everything about you, your dark hair, your bright, open eyes. And you walked directly to me with an uncontrollable smile. And then we hugged. It was a friendly, great-to-see-you hug at first, but soon it became more. You lingered close into me. I smelled your perfume and your skin and pulled you in closer and tighter. We looked at each other and knew we were in for more than a friendly reunion. Read more »