THE FIVE THAT NEVER WERE, erotic short story by Disa Faaz

This room feels so familiar… but it doesn’t look like anything I know. It must be you. Your presence here makes me feel like I am somehow in a place that I know very well.

You are laying on the couch, to your left two women, to your right one.

It’s a cozy atmosphere, I feel you are content. Somehow… in your element. 

And I know you like this coziness, you enjoy the company of these pretty women and you want me there, near you. You want to share with me each part of you. And I am happy, because when I feel you happy… it simply makes me feel good. Maybe sounds somehow like a cliche, but it’s a feeling so simple that I don’t know another way to describe it.

Right now, I am an observator. The room, it may be yours, but it’s not. The atmosphere is intimate. On the floor there are two women laying naked. They are kissing each other and that makes me feel somehow… relieved because they are not kissing you.

I like to masturbate at work

If it’s lunch time, I’ll head home and use my vibrator(perks of living walking distance to from the office.) but on the occasions I can’t wait, I’ll go into the restroom, put on some headphones and surf some restive until my stresses are eased. I must be the only person that gets turned on even more by the excitement of possibly getting caught

Caught my GF Reading Erotica and Joined Her (MF) (mutual masturbation)

This was the actual story of how I found erotic stories, prompting me to read and write my own.
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One night during the last March madness, my girlfriend was busy at some work event, so I wandered to the sports bar across the street to watch some games. She texted me when she got home, but I told her I was gonna come home after that game ended, as the game was almost over.

I left the bar a few minutes later, crossed the street, and walked into the apartment. There was some music on and I assumed she was reading in bed with some music playing. I walked into the bedroom, and she sat up, face flushed, and tucked her phone away.

“I thought you were watching a game.”
“Yea, there was only a couple minutes left when you texted.” I smirked at her. Even though her lower body was covered, she was topless, and her nipples prominently poked out. “What were looking at on your phone?”

Everybody Has A Price (Chapter 1 – Saffron Sucks!)

If you haven’t read the prologue to this story, check it out [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/iq2p73/everyone_has_a_price_mf_teaser_dubcon_cheating/) before you start on this one.

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**Chapter 1: Saffron Sucks!**

One of the things that I’ve come to learn only some time after my gift was imparted to me is that it feels much better to make someone do something they already want to do, but just can’t admit to wanting to. I mean, sure – it was also fun to see attractive women have their lips wrapped around my cock because they had no choice but to do so, but it’s a different feeling altogether to get someone to admit to their shameful, basest desires. It’s the kind of feeling that you’d get when you mix the wholesome feeling of charity with the dark pleasures of domination. It’s something that I didn’t even realise was so intoxicating when I first got Saffron to admit that she *wanted* to suck my cock; that she *wanted* to be called a good girl; that she *wanted* to be my slut. But I get ahead of myself. First, I need to tell you a bit about Saffron.

Enter by the Exit – Episode 4 [Anal] [Analingus] [Anal Fingering] [Handjob] [Masturbation]

After [Episode 3](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/iq2n0j/enter_by_the_exit_episode_3_anal_first_timer_anal/), we spent the rest of the evening relaxing. A couple of drinks before dinner, watched a few episodes of whatever her Netflix recommended, cleared up and then headed to the bedroom again. I could see she was getting ready for bed, and not in the sexual sense. She stripped naked, stepped into the bathroom and I could hear the sounds of teeth being vigorously brushed. A mundane moment, but I was glad to be left alone with my thoughts for a bit.

I changed into the cotton shorts I kept at hers for sleeping in, and decided to straighten out the rumpled bedclothes. When I lifted up her duvet to fold it, I caught sight of what it had been hiding. My own semen, cum that had spent a few brief moments in her unexplored rectum before gushing back out. In the journey we had just started together, that stain was like our first footprints. I couldn’t help touching it. Of course it was no longer thick and creamy, but had thinned out and soaked into the sheet and mattress below, and I found that cool, damp patch strangely arousing. But I knew how tired she was, and figured that I’d just jerk off in the living room after she had fallen asleep. I settled down on the bed,

Bombshell beauty gives lucky commuter a view to never forget [exhibitionist] [voyeur] [panties]

Last summer, I was on my way to work – walking through a busy London Underground station with the throngs of other Londoners.

I had my head down, looking forward at the ground – making sure I could weave efficiently through the crowds. It was then that I saw walking confidently ahead of me, a gorgeous pair of heels, leading to a pair of toned, olive-skinned legs. I’m not a pervy kind of guy, but she walked with such a strut that I found my attention fixed on her, and I was now no longer looking for the fastest route through the mass of commuters, but following this beautifully dressed young woman as she strode through the station, presumably on her way to work.

It was a really hot day. And for anyone who’s been to London or lives here, the tube gets frightfully hot. The girl was dressed appropriately – apart from the killer shoes leading to the toned legs, she had a light looking orange skirt whose thin material clung quite closely to her, and a loose and very elegant blouse. She looked absolutely incredible and I was quite transfixed on her, to be honest.

Girls ose at strip poker Part 2

Part one is [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/iot2zm/girls_lose_at_strip_poker/)

Perry let her hand reach behind her – the girls were almost cheek to check under the table – sliding it over Angela’s white ass barely covered by her G-string. Sean was still recovering – his head stretched back – he was looking at the ceiling but under the table I could see the girls twist to face each other – and kiss. And kiss deeply – kissing and licking each other’s face and open mouth – each tasting their own partners cum in their mouths. Despite my tremendous orgasm – my cock already jumped a little in anticipation of what might be happening next.

Looking for stories of “surprise” public bondage and free-use, particularly gay.[MM][MF][anal][bd][exhib][nc]

I found a story this morning on Archive Of Our Own called “All Of Those Tourists Covered With Oil” by NidoranDuran ( https://archiveofourown.org/works/21654448 ), and it just hit all the right buttons. In a nutshell, a couple goes to sorta-Hawaii for their honeymoon, and find upon arrival that a new law has been passed that mandates all tourists be handcuffed and bottomless, and be available for use by all native residents. Not even remotely feasible, but I don’t think there’s a way it could be. :P They start off taken aback by the situation, but eventually lose themselves in the passion.

I’d quite like to see more of this kind of thing, particularly with a male protagonist. Furry is fine (even encouraged, but not required. :P). Really hope others know of similar stuff out there.

The Ethereal Bond Pt. 1 [MF] [DWP]

This story is based off of this prompt on r/DirtyWrittingPrompts

[WP] While burning the midnight oil you see a shadowy figure in your office hallway. Upon investigation you find an incredibly lonely ghost from DirtyWritingPrompts

I’m not the best writer, and this is the first time I’m posting any of my writing, but I hope you think this is a good first start. This also isn’t hypersexual, but as it is still nsfw, I’m posting it here.

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“Fuckin’ ‘ell” sighed James. It was already 3 a.m. for the 3rd night in a row. The cool air of the Autumnal night rolled through the open window. The full moon beamed through the window frame and illuminated the otherwise dark study. In the study stood a sturdy desk. It was littered with papers, writing implements and books. James made an effort to put in order what was in front of him, but shortly gave up.

Being a writer wasn’t easy. Although he already had a successful book that made him money, his alternative lifestyle still took its toll. The door to the study creaked open slightly, catching James’ attention. He stared the door down as if it were likely to make a run for it.

“Waking The Coven.” (M/F, Group Voyeur, Fantasy/Paranormal)

*This piece was originally created and submitted as a response to [this prompt](https://www.reddit.com/r/DirtyWritingPrompts/comments/hn0dnc/wp_if_an_undisciplined_mage_has_sufficiently/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x) by u/gahidus.*

*All characters (featured and mentioned) are 18+.*

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Like so many other gifted graduates, Natalie had been well-spoiled for choice when it came to the subject of where she’d pursue the next step in her education. Yet, out of all the other options, the Old Keep College of Sorcery had held out a special appeal for her; one that she could never seem to put her thumb on…

It certainly wasn’t the housing situation on campus.

Though the individual rooms in the dormitory building were of decent – even large – sizes, they were cluttered with lines of heavy, clunky, obtuse desks and two-level bunk-beds, among all the other furnishings necessary to house anywhere from ten to fifteen students at a time…

Magic was a diverse subject, with a body of knowledge about it so absurdly large that it was virtually impossible for one person to become proficient in every avenue of the topic. Because work in the field, however, usually required at least some degree of interdisciplinary expertise – and often a great deal more than “some” – sorcerers long ago began specializing their studies and forming cooperative professional groups; achieving the much-sought-after interplay of the different branches of magic by working together.