Category: eroticliterature

[FFM] [voy] [exh] ART CLASS – A true story of my one night in my days as a male go-go dancer.

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Working as a male go-go dancer from Key West to Provincetown, I learned firsthand that often women can become pretty daring. While dancing, rotating my buns as I thread my way between the tables, I’ve had even the most prim-looking gray-haired ladies grope my crotch and go as far as to slip their nimble fingers between the elastic of my briefs.

Recently, I was enjoying some well-earned time off when a friend asked if I’d be interested in earning some easy money posing for a women’s art club. Sure, I said, expecting anything but what happened.

Most of the women were older, mid-thirties and up, a lot of divorcees and several widows. Everything went fine until I disrobed and took my position on the small elevated platform wearing only a skimpy bikini. One of the students, a svelte woman around forty, with the firm, pointed tits and short-cropped, salt and pepper hair recognized me as a dancer from one of the local clubs. She got the other women revved up, and soon art went down the tubes as the class clustered around me pleading for a demonstration of my act. They’d make it well worthwhile, they promised, with much more than I’d earn posing. I couldn’t resist. Read more »

Need wild , high adrenaline destroying fuck

Hey , so I am kinda new to the app not to the kinks , head is full with nasty stuff , usually boys are the one reluctant to try nasty stuff in my mind, okay enough with my ramblings , what I want is a wild destroy me relationship which will keep me on my toes , there is a high in it , makes me check my phone every fucking minute. You guessed it right I am an adrenaline sex junkie . Please don’t message with a hi or hey stuff . And please show some fucking personality , if I want just a dick I would just use my dildo , I want someone with personality who will dominate the shit out of me, who will addict me to him , who can keep me high.

Well you know my personality
And now to interview like question part which you guys mostly do.with agl
I am an Indian Girl , 20 years curvy body don’t expect a dried up skeleton and don’t expect a over skinned cushion /tyres or whatever , fair complexion for those who still like their girls white, and I better get to the parts you interested in , my boobs size 32D( I think so ) and never used my back door for fucking ( give me a break I m still 20 , got a long way to use up this ass ) . Read more »

Third Person CNC story

***This is a fictional erotic story written by me, about me and from my point of view. You should not be reading this if you’re not of legal age, 18 in America, 21 in some other countries. I do not preface or end any of my stories with the explanation of how consent was given. Go to my page and read my pin with a full explanation as to why. This is my fantasy, not yours. You are not being forced to read this, so if you choose to then be nice and enjoy. ☺️***

Okay so someone asked that I write a CNC story from a third person point of view and this is my attempt! Please tell me your thoughts ☺️

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I like watching her. She’s very busy, always running around. Even in her own house, she walks into one room, then out and then back in when she could have just grabbed everything she needed the first time. I can tell that she has a hectic mind and I like it. It makes it easier for me to follow her. Read more »

My Morning Bus pt. 2

Doo doo doo

My alarm rings. I hit the snooze, which gives me 15 minutes.

The first thought that pops up was my encounter yesterday. His eyes up and down my body. His rock hard penis cumming to my body.

I reach down and start grasping my breasts. Imagining his hands running down my thighs as I move my hand up towards my

Doo doo doo…

Switch my alarm off. I’m not sure how time moved that quickly…

I get dressed again, but this time as I grab my panties I stop. Maybe I’ll see that man today. Should I leave these? I can feel myself getting wet contemplating this, but there’s no way I can do that… I continue to get dressed my school uniform, white shortsleeved shirt, tie, navy jacket and navy skirt.

I rush downstairs and grab my lunch from Mom. “Thanks!” I yell as I run out the door.

I’m on time today, which I’m really not used to. I get to the bus stop and wait. What do I do if I see that man again? Should I sit next to him? Read more »

Promotion [MF][Age Gap][Babysitter][Creampie][Oral][Risky][Cheating]

I couldn’t believe it. How could he not even _try_ to take advantage of me? I’d given every signal and hint; laughing at all of his stupid jokes (even the ones that weren’t funny), I’d toyed with my hair, slid my hand down his arm, tons of eye contact. Thought my attire alone would have screamed _”fuck me”_ all on their own, but no. Even when we were alone, Mr. Davis driving me home after babysitting his two kids, nothing. I could tell he wanted to have his way with me. His sparkling blue eyes screamed the passion he dared not speak in front of his wife. So, why does he never speak up while we’re alone?

My eyes searched his face for some clue. Something I missed, maybe I’d been misreading? But even in the darkened setting of a late night drive back to my house, the sexual tension was heavy in the air. Just a few more blocks for him to speak up, reach out, pour his heart out to me. Or, at least pull over, tear my skin tight skirt away and pound me in the back seat. I caught him glancing over at me as we turned onto my street. His eyes flashed to my tube top, the thin fabric doing absolutely nothing to conceal my hard nipples underneath the exposed cleavage. I was tempted to pull the top down, bare my tan, firm c-cups in his car. That would surely be enough to send him over the edge. Read more »

Art School Professor: Threesome during the Christmas Party (Part II) (FF) (FFM) (Anal)

[Part I](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/kmtvm5/art_school_professor_fucking_during_the_christmas/)

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I quickly sat up scared.

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The professor’s wife entered the room. “Relax sweetie” she said placing a soft hand on my shoulder and laying me back down. She approached us and took hold of her husband’s hard cock and began to kiss him.

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I sat there bewildered watching the professor make out with his wife while he was still straddling my chest as she slowly jerked him off inches away from my face. “How rude of me, you were in the middle of something.” She said playfully. She held his cock and pointed it back toward my mouth. I tentatively started to lick the tip looking to her face for approval. Her face was utter desire and horniness, her eyes following the movements of my lips and tongue. I slowly got back into the rhythm, grabbing his shaft and balls with my hands and suckling the bulbous head.

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I felt a new sensation between my legs. His wife’s tongue began probing my pussy, pushing her tongue deep into my creamy cunt.

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I briefly took his cock out of my mouth to moan “Fuck! That feels good!” Read more »

Broken Pt. 4

He blew his load in less than two minutes but it was a large one, shooting from around the tight seal of her lips, running down her pretty chin. She frantically tried catching it with her hands to keep it from spoiling her new gown, and was mostly successful. He withdrew his limp cock with a slight popping sound, patted her cheek affectionately, and waddled off to sit in a nearby chair, as she looked around disgustedly for something to wipe her hands on. Carman, always present it seemed, handed her a bar towel and I watched as she cleaned the spunk from her hands, her face filled with revulsion.

After that, they all settled down into couples to watch porno films, but not necessarily with the mates they’d arrived with. Julie was coupled with the black guy, Jade with the old man, and Alice with fat-boy. Susan and Raul were still on the sofa, her head face-down in his lap, moving slightly. Emotionally drained except for my rampant cock, I speculated tiredly that from that particular motion, she was probably licking his balls. Both of them seemed to be enjoying themselves immensely. Read more »

Broken Pt. 3

I considered going to the police, but what could I tell them? Even if they initially believed me, Carman had the video with my wife and Raul fucking like animals, proof that she wasn’t an unwilling participant. Once the effects of the tea wore off she probably wouldn’t remember a thing, innocently telling them she was there of her own free will to get an operation. I’d come off looking like a complete fool, if I didn’t get arrested myself! I even thought about getting a gun and acting like Clint Eastwood, but I didn’t own a gun and didn’t know where to get one. Even if I could obtain a firearm I wouldn’t know how to use it with any proficiency.

I was pretty sure Raul and Durian could use a firearm though, and probably had several of them stashed around their house. Raul had suggested they’d both been ex-military at one time, proficient with martial arts, so probably guns too. I felt crushed, helpless. I’m as macho as most men, and just as ineffective when it comes to violence for most of us would-be tough guys. Stuck in my mind was the ease with which Raul had overcome me and humiliated me by making me almost suck his cock. It still made me sick to think about that. So I waited — no appetite, less sleep and worried to death about Susan. I determined that I’d go back after the two weeks, and hopefully find a way to bring her home. I didn’t know what else to do. Read more »

Broken Pt. 2

I awoke the following morning, the sun shining brightly through my bedroom window. I was alone in the king-size bed lying on top of the covers, fully clothed. Glancing at the clock I realized I had slept late, almost 9:00 AM. Memories from the previous night instantly washed over me like a giant wave. Had it been real? Of course, it had. I ached all over from the ordeal, and my mouth felt like cotton. I tried to sit up and fell backward on the bed groaning, as pain stabbed through my head like the worse hangover I’d ever had!
Unable to move until it passed, I relived what I could recall from the previous night. I remembered finally being able to stand on wobbly legs, staggering towards the master bedroom door I’d seen Raul disappear through while carrying Susan. It was very sturdily made of heavy wood, solidly built and I couldn’t budge it, especially in my weakened condition. I struck it with my fists and it barely made an audible sound. Read more »

Broken Pt. 1

Susan and I married right out of college. I became an investment broker dealing primarily in Futures and Commodities, and the first few years were lean ones as I learned my trade. Our financial situation turned around after five tough years, and we’d been married for about eight years when we were able to buy our dream home in a gated, upper-income-level community. I drove a three-year old luxury SUV and Sue drove a small BMW. We were moving up in the world. Everything seemed to be falling into place and the future seemed rosy.

If I could pinpoint the exact day it all began to unravel, was the day about five years ago when I came home and Susan announced that we were invited to dinner. She said one of our neighbors, Carman, had visited during the day and they’d hit it off. She and her husband Raul owned the largest house in our development, a mansion really, a seriously wealthy couple. I’d driven past it several times on my way to the community golf course, and speculated what it must have cost. Read more »