The Camper

Everyone was gone and he told her to come over to his house. They walked out back to the camper where he had lit some candles and had the bed made.

He sat down and told her to take her clothes off slowly and he put slow music on for her.

She stepped out of her heels and he smiled at her. She was so nervous, this being the first time they were gonna be alone for a decent amount of time and she didn’t know what to expect.

She was wearing a button down pj top and so she started at the bottom unbuttoning one at a time. Her face was getting redder and redder.

She slowly opened her shirt and let it fall off her shoulders. Daddy said turn around and face the other way so she did.

Pull your bottoms down but don’t raise back up. Go down on all four and spread your ass. Have you shaved and prepared yourself for me little girl? Yes Daddy

He loves seeing her so vulnerable and knowing she was his. He went over and felt the wetness that told him how much she wanted to be here with him.

I came all over my girlfriends face when she was stuck under a pile of boxes

“I can definitely do it” you could hear the echo through the house.

“I’d like to see you even try”

“You are so full of shit” she retorted.

I couldn’t help but let out a wide smile as I looked back at Kristyn. She returned it staring at me, anticipation peeking out from behind her eyes. She was short and blonde, the type of girl to not take shit from anyone and ALWAYS feel like she could one up you on whatever you were doing. We were all for making bets with each other, and I’ll admit a lot of times she’ll get the better of me and I end up folding her laundry for a week. We were both sitting laid back on the couch, a small coffee table sitting ahead of us. She watched eagerly as I pulled out my secret weapon: 3 small cups and a tiny red fuzz ball. I’m no magician, but I’ll admit every now and then I have to find something to put Kristyn in her place so she doesn’t get TO cocky. A good hour of youtube videos later and maybe a day of practicing and I knew I had something that would give her a run for her money.

My [19M] best friend [19F] taught me how to make a girl cum, when she came to sleepover at my house. (PART 2) [Wholesome][First Time]

**This is the continuation of a story, here’s part 1:**

[**https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/kknxcd/my_19m_best_friend_19f_taught_me_how_to_make_a/**](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/kknxcd/my_19m_best_friend_19f_taught_me_how_to_make_a/)

**Living in the present:**

I would’ve never expected this day at the beach to turn into, what then became, my first sexual experience. By the time she turned me down, my mind was set on forgetting her as a potential romantic partner. During these past months, the passage of time was not on my side and I still felt a huge affection towards her, despite believing my chances to be null. But *au contraire!* As it turns out, we’d been crushing on each other for most of our platonic relationship. They say you miss every shot you don’t take, so after I took my first shot and missed, she found the courage within herself to give it a try, and, with no predictable expectation in her mind, she opened herself to me and confessed her true feelings.

Surprise me – short dirty poem

Surprise me in the middle of the day

Just a cheeky little smile and say hey,

Sweet sexy girl choking on my cock

Suck so fucking good that I can barely talk.

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Lick the entire shaft, don’t you miss a spot

Take it deep in your mouth, damn you look so hot!

Black Widow [FM, FF, BDSM]

^(()[^(I also performed this)](https://soundgasm.net/u/Brenna_Sage/F4M-Black-Widow)^(, which I feel is a much better representation of the work than the writing. But I do hope you enjoy!))

I knew what you wanted, the moment you walked in that first evening.

You brought your girl with you, and you both tittered about at the entrance of the club. Scared. Nervous. Excited. *Fresh meat.*

You were my favorite kind of prey.

I watched you from my usual spot, studying you both. The way the two of you interacted, the way she’d reach for you unconsciously as you wandered further in and toward the bar. So meek. So coy. She was intrigued, but all the latex and lingerie made her feel out of her element. She wasn’t comfortable in this place. Not comfortable in her skin. Not yet. Not until I was done with her.

Now you, you were her stability. You were nervous too, the tension in your spine told me that, but also…resolute. You wanted to be here. *You* were the reason you both had wandered into my lair.

I knew *exactly* what you wanted. But did you? That was my only question.

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Family Farm Fantasy Chapters 11-13

Here is the final few chapters for this story! If everyone really likes this one and the series as a whole, I might continue it down the line. If there’s any particular themes or fetishes you would like explored in the future, feel free to comment or PM. Y’all enjoy!

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Ch 11

“I know I said it would only be one time, but… do you mind if we go again?” Charlotte said with her face still in her sheets.

Before I could manage any sort of confirmation, we heard loud steps sprinting across the hallway. A moment later, Charlotte’s bedroom door busted open and Sam’s wide eyed expression judged us both.

“What the **FUCK!**” Sam yelled out from the top of her lungs.

Seconds later, Gabs was by her side, perplexed, then saddened.

“It’s not what it looks like!” Charlotte tried to plead while I was still inside of her. “Sam!” She called out as her first daughter stormed out.

Gabs teared up and followed her sister. I finally took my dick out of their mother which caused the rest of my cum to start leaking out. Charlotte herself just laid there, looking defeated.

[F4F] How An Industry Reshaped Society (role-play, romance, story driven, detailed, lactation, breastfeeding)

Hi all. I confess this is all an idea for the setting. When trying to write the list of possibilities for potential characters, specific story lines, etc the post was nearly doubling in size. So, for now as for the actual story and characters I am completely open to hearing your ideas. This is listed as F4F but if you really want I am open to playing as a male character. Likewise, gentlemen, if you really want to be a part of this I am open to you BUT ONLY IF you are willing to play a female character(s). Sorry for the bold emphasis but you wouldn’t believe how many people seem to overlook that bit.

**TL/DR**: This is all an idea for a RP setting. It is still our modern world but due to some issue (genetic, disease, etc, it doesn’t matter) the only source of milk left open to humanity is women’s breastmilk. At first it was just he diary industry itself that changed but gradually this permitted the rest of society/culture. This is NOT a standard ‘hucow’ story in the sense of women being owned, controlled, treated like cattle (no judgements if that’s your thing but it’s not what I’m interested in). On the contrary this is all completely consensual and more often than not a woman’s status can even be elevated because of it.

A swim with the merfolk [Fantasy] [Pansexual] [Orgy] [Light CNC] [First Person]

*This is a first person fantasy involving my take on some particularly raunchy merfolk. I tried to write it with a strong focus on sensations, and I think it helps if you listen to some ambient water sounds, or perhaps look up some sort of siren song, while you read.*

*Enjoy! :)*

# 9PM

The salt permeates my senses as I drift around aimlessly in my boat. I finished my fishing for the day hours ago, but the sea called back to me, so I went back out for a float. It’s a warm night, a new moon, and my town, nothing but distant lights on the dark shore, is quiet.

So here I sit, breathing in the summer air from the comfort of my craft, in the dark, like an astronaut alone among the void. Everything is quiet except the gentle licks of water on the side of the boat, and the cool breeze passing by me, teasing the hairs on my neck. I listen meditatively to the wind as it hoos and hums. Sometimes, on these lonely nights, it’s as if I hear a song. I come out here and try to pick out the notes, but I can never quite key in to the melody.

[MF] Work Friends, to Friends, to Roommates

I met Eliza a few years ago at work. She worked in purchasing and I worked in payroll on the same floor. I found her very attractive when we met but I made it a point not to pursue coworkers, it’s just a bad idea.

We both made a few career shifts that ended up with us both working in audit on the same team. We worked incredibly well together and had fun as friends, lunches, dinners, parties… you name it. We shared our problems and helped each other through tough times.

Eliza came to me last month with problem she was having with her apartment. Her rent was increasing $400 and needed a new place in two weeks. Being a friend, I helped her with the search. It was really bad, with the best apartments being too small and still out of budget. She was upset after a full weekend of searching and I couldn’t help but offer to house her while she took her time to look more freely.

The look of appreciation and the hug we shared that moment was extraordinarily special and stirred some feelings for me. It felt like our connection was strengthened and elevated.

Dear Diary – Part One

***This is my diary with diary entries 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. These are my fantasies and thoughts, not yours. You are not being forced to read this, so if you choose to then be nice and enjoy. ☺️***

Dear Diary,

I am very much an enigma of a human being and I am sure that it all somehow connects and makes sense but even if not, this is going to be a sex diary about me. My psychology, sexual thoughts, fantasies, and my curiosities surrounding these.

I love my husband. I have the best human on this planet as a partner. We are sexually, mentally and emotionally in sync, most of the time. (I won’t pretend that we are rainbows and butterflies, no real relationship is. But… we are both in it and committed). However, he is a lot more vanilla then me sexually. He always makes sure I get off, usually first too. However, he isn’t comfortable “hurting” me or playing into those fantasies. He likes willing and able, dirty and hot sex. I simply love sex, I’m so many forms, including the way he loves it.