Commute, Continued [M/F 30’s][Voy/Exh]

[Part I](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/vtre0y/commute_mf/)

Regret began to consume her as she sat stationary on the edge of her seat, paralyzed for what felt like hours while contemplating the decision made as he sat only feet away. The heat rising up from her abdomen spilled into her cheeks and for a moment she wondered if she would collapse into the walkway beside him. He would undoubtedly pay attention then, but no, that isn’t how she wanted to engage him.

Quietly they rode and not once did she turn to face him, nor did he address her. She wasn’t sure if he saw her at all. And, just as she was certain the anxiety would finally overtake her, she felt the train slow and then drag to a halt. Without even a glance, her bag in hand, she vacated the car as quickly as possible.

At home that night she mulled over the entire situation, what she had done wrong, or didn’t do at all, curious if he had taken a glimpse at her that simply went unnoticed. Having a strong sense that he didn’t even notice, she wouldn’t twice make the mistake of inaction. This would take radical measures. After months of being disregarded, she knew what she had to do.

The End of Apartment 303 – Chapter 5: I Give You The Power To Fuck Me Silly! [FM][20s][Creampie]

*Author’s Note: Tracy sure has some internal conflict going on, eh? Let me know how you’re liking the novella so far in the comments section. Enjoy, and as always DMmeYOURpussies!*

**- Chapter 5: Charlie -**

*Pacu took control, grabbing Loris’ ankles, sliding her backwards, and pulling her sex up towards him. Loris squealed in both fright and excitement. Pacu knew if anyone entered the canvas tent everything he’d worked for would be lost, but in that moment he didn’t care about the rebellion, about his warriors, about the shadow cult. All he cared about was Loris. Gusts of wind rattled the tent, the desert sands loudly assaulting the world outside; however, all Pacu could hear was Loris’ heavy breath.*

I couldn’t help but rub my thighs together trying to put into words what Kelly had done to me. Writing from Pacu’s point of view was still difficult, but never-the-less made me horny. I didn’t hear anything – my mind floating through the mixed-up world of *Untitled* and my own experience – so I gave a little shriek when Kelly plopped down on the couch next to me.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you,” he apologized. “Deep into it I guess.”

My Best Friend’s Cousin Part 2 [26M and 26F] [Public Nudity]

The sensation of her tongue swirling the tip of my dick while watching her head bob up and down was etched into my memory. I wanted more of her… No I Needed more of her. I still felt her perfect curvy silhouette on my hands. The sweet taste of her juices from her flawless slit still evident on my tongue. I couldn’t believe how badly I wanted her to make me cum… How badly I wanted to make her cum again and again.

We returned to sending each other pictures again not knowing when the next time would be for us to discovery each other’s sexual desires. My dick aching for her touch but temporarily relieved by her ability to make me cum through the phone. Pictures turned into videos, videos turned into face chats. Showers were always the best as I got to see the water shine her body as she intensely watched me stroke my dick to her.

Tracy’s friend Heather [M20/F38] [tit sex] [caught] [older woman]

This story is a continuation of a previous one which you can find here [Tracey a family friend ](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ox2xrv/tracey_a_family_friend_mf/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share)

It had been a week since the incident with Tracey. She had moved out a few days after, not saying a word to Gareth. He was relieved in a way, though also regretful. Part of him fantasized about doing Tracey, and with her actions he thought she probably was game. But perhaps Tracey had just gone along with the moment and felt embarrassed, he thought.

On a Thursday the doorbell rang. From upstairs Gareth heard his mother greet someone. He could hear his mum and another woman laughing and went downstairs to investigate.

“O Gareth, this is my friend Heather.” She gestured as he entered the living room.

“Hey” Gareth said. He looked at Heather for a moment. A woman he guessed in her mid thirties. Instinctually his eyes darted to her chest area. All of his mums friends seemed to be heavy in the chest department, not that he objected. She wore a blue fitted jumper, but Gareth could tell she had a big set.

“O so this is Gareth”. Heather said beaming at him. ” Tracey mentioned you.”

Moving in (3) [18F][Schoolgirl][Mind control][Stealth frottage][Length: Short]

[Prev.](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/xdztnl/moving_in_2_18fschoolgirlmind_controllengthshort/)
Come the afternoon, I hear Sam say she wants to Skype her friends, and I decide to join her.

“Yeah, they’re an old friend of my mum,” she says, perched on my lap as I smile and wave to the camera. Her brown-haired friend waves back. “They’re staying here for a while since they moved back to town.”
“Though, I’m having a lot of fun so far,” I say, wrapping my arms around Sam’s waist. “I might stick around a while longer!”
Sam giggles and squirms on my lap, causing her thighs to grind around my erect dick firmly trapped between her legs, the head poking out from her lap, out of sight from the camera. I stretch out my little finger and dig into her panties, pulling them to the side to expose her smooth pussy, allowing it to rub directly against my shaft.
Her face betrays no recognition or reaction even as her pussy moistens, spreading her juices all over my length and turning her groin into a delightfully slick pit of pleasure. The sensations of her undulating thighs make me sigh with satisfaction, and I have to keep myself from nibbling on her earlobe as she talks.

Charlotte’s Bet [F19] [Gangbang] [Cum]

*This is the “first” story of Charlotte’s journey.*

*This is a remake of “Charlotte’s Bet” by “toocold”. If you want to check out the original version, you can find it on Literotica. This version will reuse parts of the original story. I added a lot of my own ideas, with some smaller edits here and there.*

Charlotte Fairfield would admit, in hindsight, that it had been a reckless bet to make, especially when her friends started to escalate the forfeits. She couldn’t even use the excuse that she was drunk as she was driving home from the party so she hadn’t touched a drop. She’d always been pleased with herself – a confident, beautiful 19-year-old girl with soft, natural blonde hair falling around her shoulders and a slim, gently curved body with long, slender legs, a peachy bottom, and lovely pert 34C breasts. So when she’d declared that she could make any guy at the party cum within five minutes thanks to her blow job skills, she had meant it, even though it had been light-hearted.

What Charlotte did not know was that Jane had other plans. Unaware that Jane did not like her all that much, the blonde girl made her boastful claims, which had brought her into the situation she was now in.

My Life As A Host To A Slime Monster 13 – Bee (fiction, F19, supernatural, monster)

I eventually walked out of the suite for the first time in what felt like forever but it was only a couple of days.

Granted I had to let ‘*Glutton Slime*’ another go at feeding as another nine carts of food was brought into the suite as she stuffed my body with another metric fuck ton of food as she made me basically lick the plates clean.

This being my second feeding with Gluttony I still can’t get over how much food I had fucking ate….well she ate.

But after ‘*fatten me up*’ and another shower as Gluttony Slime wasn’t exactly clean in her eating while using my body to start providing me sustenance I was officially ready to go see Prime’s sister’s daughter to help with my image issues.

*What?*

Excuse me after having a literal monster called an Incubus show me that their ‘*jizz*’ could heal my pot marked face from my acne. I kind of got impatient with the whole ‘waiting to see what the Slime could do to my body’ as they improved my body.

Platonic Friends 18 – First Date Pt 1 (fiction, 23M/23F/23F, Con, Friends, Roommates, Open Relation)

“Remind me again **why** I have both a butt plug AND a wireless remote vibrator in me?”

Felicity spoke while wearing a skirt that went to her mid thighs as she wore a button up corduroy sweater with a few buttons undone showing off her tummy. The only buttons done were the ones that would hold and cover her small breasts.

She looked down at her outfit, “It’s bad enough you talked me into wearing this outfit.”

A different female chuckled, “Hey you’re the one who agreed to this. At least *you’re* wearing something comfortable while I’m stuck wearing dress slacks and a fucking button up man’s shirt. I feel like I’m wearing a suit.”

I walked up to Felicity and Emma hearing the last part of their bitching as I smiled, “Ladies ladies. Remember WE **ALL** agreed that WE would do our first date together as sort of a ‘trial run’.”

I handed Emma a rubber putter, “You got to dress more refined, more reserved.”

Emma lightly growled at me, “Ok I accept that I may need to dress with more class but come on Neil I look like I just got off work from a bank and not the good kind either.”

Jen and The Glow Party Blow Job [F25-35/M30-40] [public sex] [cuckholding/femdomme] [poly/enm/swingers]

*The following is a fictionalized version of real events. All names and identifying details have been changed.*

The moment I met Jen I knew I would never be the same. She was extroverted, fearless, and totally in control. She was the perfect complement to my shy, introverted, and anxious self. She always made me feel the perfect combination of safe and exhilarated. Oh, and she was a slut. My slut. My perfect, sex positive, ultra-feminist, unappologitic, body-cofident slut. She was a raging furnace in a five foot frame with inviting curves and experience to match. She commanded attention wherever she went and was the muse for many soft-bois. She knew what she wanted and wasn’t afraid to go after it – not in life, relationships, or sex.

We were in an open relationship and we loved playing together and separately. Hearing all the details of her dates was passion fuel for our intimacy. I enjoyed her enjoyment; her wins were our wins. Now, it’s difficult to describe our physical chemistry to people who didn’t know us, but Jen was always dotting on me. Under her attention, my trademark stoicism was replaced by malleability – willingness, even giddiness, to please her. She was the perfect combination of independence and devotion.

Academy Tales: Roommates [F/F 25-30] [oral] [discovery]

Note: Each academy tale is a standalone, though there are some common characters, etc., throughout some. Also, this is my first time writing a story without a cock in it, so go easy on me.
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Gina tossed her bag onto the growing pile of discarded coats and scarves on the chair in the entryway and stumbled into the bathroom, exhausted from the day’s lessons. She slowly opened her shirt, relieving the poor buttons from their heroic task of staying fastened over her ample breasts. Not taking her eyes off of her reflection, she grabbed a washcloth from the basket on the counter and soaked it with warm water from the faucet. They had been practicing stroking cocks with their tits, and hers – along with the lace bra they were spilling out of – were covered in Professor Dennison’s sticky cum. She had licked up what landed on her lips, but she liked the feeling of walking through the halls “dirty”. Sure, the whole academy was brimming with sex, but this was a little extra naughtiness. It may only be her first year at Mason’s, but she still intended to get her money’s worth. No slacking for this star student.