Hi I’m Aron and this how it went.[FM]
I met my GF Annie a few months back. We hook up immediately as she was charming and cute with big round blue eyes and strawberry blond hair.
The only issue on our relationship was her best friend Clariza.
Category: eroticliterature
Luna and Riley Ch. 02 – A New Policy [Incest] [Fiction] [Futa] [Lesbian]
Hey! Thanks for checking out my story! I would prefer if you read it here – [https://www.literotica.com/s/luna-and-riley-ch-02](https://www.literotica.com/s/luna-and-riley-ch-02) – So that I can keep my audience in one place, but in case you don’t want to, I’ve copied it below! If you enjoy reading it here, it would help me a lot if you checked it out on literotica too! Thanks again, xoxo
*Disclaimer: This story is dramatically fictitious and possesses depictions of completely unrealistic and unattainable body standards. If that isn’t your forte then you may not find this story to your liking. If you decide to read the story regardless I thoroughly hope you enjoy it! Thanks!*
*Notice: This story progresses quite slowly, especially when compared to other, short erotic stories. Just a heads up, this one isn’t quick.*
**Chapter 2: A New Policy**
Luna awoke the next morning to the sound of her alarm clock. Even though it was summer and she didn’t have to get up early, she preferred not losing her accustomed routine. Today however, she was feeling particularly tired so she snoozed a few times before finally giving in to the alarm and getting up. She stretched and made her way to the bathroom.
Excerpt: Seducing a Security System [F/F] Sci-fi
*A few years back I released a short lesbian cyberpunk novel taking place in the aftermath of a hacked election that leads to the collapse of the US… for some reason it’s started getting more attention recently (can’t imagine why!) Here’s the first chapter of [Dreams in Digital](https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/33559729-dreams-in-digital). Enjoy!*
Every Run begins with a Gate.
Sometimes it presents as a literal gate or doorway. Sometimes it’s a wall I have to scale, a mechanism to manipulate, or a suspicious guard I have to sneak or bluff my way past. It’s the hardest part of a Run to prime, usually taking on only the vaguest outlines of your intentions as the dream starts to take shape. Here more than anywhere else, your intuition is in the driver’s seat.
On the Kobayashi Run, the Gate materialized in front of me as a towering calligraphic scroll, its finely textured face completely filling my field of view. Gracefully brushed characters swam lazily across its cream-colored surface, drifting like inky clouds, and the thick paper seemed to wave in response to a non-existent breeze. There was no sky, no earth, no sense of space at all. There was only the scroll, and me. I had no body yet. That would come later.
Ms. Williams Catches Me Jerking Off to Her [MF]
When I was a teenager and living at home with my parents, I had developed a strong attraction to my next-door neighbor. She was an older woman in her mid-50s with a curvy figure and nice ass. I loved to watch her walk away as her hips swayed. During the summer seasons, she would put on a very short skirt that could barely contain her ass. I would stare at her and when she would bend over, I would lose my mind. I could see her underwear which was always a different color and it clung to her ass.
Ms. Williams was driving me crazy and she had no idea. I desperately wanted to fuck her but I was so shy and didn’t even know how to talk to women. The only interactions I had with women were during group work in school. My conversations with Ms. Williams were mostly hi and bye but I enjoyed just speaking to her. She was always nice and warm and I liked the way that she smiled at me.
Far Away At Willoughby Academy (Part 8) [MF][MMF][Mdom][FF][Reluc][Exh][ENF][Oral][College][SciFi][AltReal]
**The story so far:** Regina Trent is a ‘Lost Girl’ who somehow found herself in a reality slightly different from ours where sex and nudity is of limited taboo, and no religious dogma blocks the willing from sexual freedom. Men and women live in a world were sexual predilections are cataloged on a woman’s Announcement bracelet, and men can find suitable matches via their phone, using their Privelege to take their pleasure. All of this would be strange enough, but Regina is attending Willoughby, what she thought was a normal college, but instead seems an elite school designed to not only teach her liberal arts, but how to exist as a source of pleasure in the outside world, where women must give themselves to suitable matches or face criminal charges. Her roommate knows the truth, a member of the staff as well, and she’s recently learned there have been others like her. And now, she’s just trying to survive without sounding crazy.
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**Part 8**
The day was pleasant enough when they exited the malls, packages in hand, and generally feeling refreshed from a half-day of shopping and chatting.
“Hey, ladies.” A few guys were lingering around a large pick-up truck drinking beer.
Lighting Her Fire – The real life experience of a guy trying to coax a faithful, loving, wife into [consensual] cuckoldry.…(Chapter Six)
**’I think I’m over sex now.’ – 11/07/2020**
I’ve become more and more paranoid that there is something going on. Our sex life has taken a real dive now. We rarely have sex and when we do Sarah is clearly not into it. She just wants it over with as quickly as possible.
She is messaging a lot more than usual.
She is out a lot at odd times. To run, or to walk with a friend. I never see these friends. Sometimes after returning, she is flushed, red faced, and elated. She will schedule a time for a run, or walk, and then change it, and change it again, or even cancel it. When they are cancelled her moods are appalling.
I tell myself that her behavior, mood changes, and lack of interest in sex are due to the stresses and strains of life in lock down. My paranoia says different. It relentlessly pesters me. Its even got me picking her panties out of the wash basket to inspect them for evidence of infidelity. I’ve noticed that she often runs in her sexiest panties. On those occasions the panties always get scurried straight into the wash on her return home.
Alice’s Poker Gangbang (Part 3) [3rd Person] [MFMMM] [Group] [Fiction]
All four men sit quietly while Alice walks towards the stairs and ascends, their eyes never leaving her ass. They hear her reach the top, the door open, and then close again. Michael speaks first, with a simple, “Wow.”
Matt, unable to to contain his excitement, bursts in, “Holy fuck, dude. Spill it.”
Clark nods and chimes in, “Yeah. What the actual fuck?”
Drew smiles smugly, “Ya? You guys like her? I’ve had my eyes on her for a while at work. I thought she’d be perfect for this, and so far, I’ve been right.”
“Are you fucking her?!” Matt asks bluntly.
“Whoa, chill.” Drew responds. “Not that it’s any of your business, but no. I’m not. Tonight is the first time I’ve seen her outside of a work situation.”
“If you don’t fuck her, I’m going to try,” continues Matt. “That bitch is smoking hot.”
“Jeez, Matt. Grow the fuck up,” Michael rolls his eyes. “At least, call her a woman.”
Matt groans. “Fine. That woman,” he says emphasizing the word, “is smoking hot. And I’m going to try and fuck her.”
Burglars [M+F; MM; non/consent]
You try your hands but it’s no use, you’re bound into the leather chair in your room, mouth gagged, dry. Your wife is stretched tight, each limb to a bed post, gagged, sturdy, she’s stopped pulling as you both listen to the men searching your home. She’s dropped her head back and you see the thin fabric of your wife’s panties, sense her vulnerability, disappointed by your body’s stiffening.
They came when you were sleeping, ignored your protests, gagging and securing first you, threatening your wife if you didn’t comply, then her. Something about the way they handled her makes you think this isn’t just a robbery. Why isn’t she in a chair and why were you dragged to the foot of the bed wife’s snatch in your view. Is it a showdown or is there a line of moisture, the fabric a little transparent, pink plump lip, reddish pubic hair peeking out the elastic against pale skin. Your cock is so hard, your boxers barely holding it. When you were struggling the head started cleaving through the slit at the front, you can see it.
Blowjob (Beginner, English is a second language)
You’re in the kitchen, making coffee. Just got dressed, but your hair is a mess. I sneak up from behind you, wrap my arms around your torso and lay my cheek on your back. My hands start touching you, I run them under your t-shirt. Oh, how I love running my fingers feather light over your stomach, feel how the muscles react as you feel a tickling sensation from my touch. Feeling the hair against my fingertips.
As you finish what you’re doing I run a finger under the waistband of your jeans. You turn around, and leaning against the countertop you wrap your arms around me, and give me a kiss. “Thanks for last night,” you say as you lay your cheek to mine. I’ve tied my hair up, wearing nothing but a thin, short morning robe. I twist my torso a bit, to get myself free from your hug.
As I get down on my knees I unbutton your jeans before I look up at you.
I lightly rub your cock through your underwear, it’s already almost completely hard. I smirk at you while I get it out, kind of like I’m mocking you for getting hard and I have barely touched you yet.
Not enough [nonbinary] [solo] [masturbation]
They’re restless. Cooped up at home, alone. They complete their daily chores and work tasks early, nothing to do for the rest of the day. When they get like this, their hobbies are the last thing they’re thinking of. All they want is sex.
Sweaty, rough, loud sex.
Delicious slow, sensual sex.
Bodies moving together and breathless moans for more, more, MORE.
Satisfying the craving for their clit to be sucked and pussy to be filled is impossible. They’re restless like an animal in an enclosure. Pacing, whining, salivating at the thought of a woman’s mouth closing around their throbbing clit. Seeing stars at the image that flits across their mind of a cock pushing inside of them and stretching them to the limit.
They masturbated yesterday twice but it was boring and lazy. It felt too fake then. But they can’t think about anything else so they shove all the furniture away to clear out the center of the room, lay down some thick towels and arrange their toys. Today, they’re not going to stop until they can’t take it anymore, until their legs can’t stop shaking, until hopefully the bone-deep need for release is satisfied.