[MF]Delicate Dom Comforting Sub [Friends Turn Lovers][Soft-Core][After-Care][Cuddling][Cheating]

>*Greetings darlings and gents, this one is quite soft, softer than the previous works. Every now and again you should simply care for you submissive, or simply your partner. This story is just one of those times you have to shower them in care and cuddles, washing away their fears, doubts, and worries. If you haven’t, check out my previous posts* [*Temptation*](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ilh7bf/mftemptation_friends_turn/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)*,* [*I Spy With My Horny Eyes*](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ilv0vz/mfi_spy_with_my_horny_eyes_friends_turn/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)*, and* [*Competitive Edge*](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/imffbz/mfcompetitive_edge_friends_turn/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)*. As always,* ***Perversion Responsibly~***

She hadn’t been outside for a while, which isn’t anything unexpected. There’s no surprise to her reaction to losing the mental stability she had left. She was holding onto something that was slowly slipping out of her grasp. And despite her not knowing when the timer was finished, she never discarded its existence. For everything that has a beginning also has an ending. That is the unwritten law of our world of life and death.

And right now, she felt like she was dying inside.

[F(playing M)4F] The Burden of Fame in a World Unlike Our Own (character/story driven, romance, breastfeeding, size play)

Firstly, to clarify, I am a woman but for this story I am only interested in playing the male role. I am open to male partners but only those willing to play female characters. This is a story that I created with one of my favorite roleplay partners who is now unfortunately among the [deleted]. If you’re out there and are reading this I would love to continue. Otherwise, I’m open to anyone interested.

This is an idea that is a combination and culmination of many of my previous prompts and interests. The premise may be quite silly on the surface, I admit that, but that playful absurdity combined with deep, well developed characters is part of what I love most about roleplaying.

The story is set in a modern world very much like our own except with one key difference. The spectrum of size for men’s and women’s endowments (male genitalia and women’s breasts) far surpasses anything which is considered normally achievable here. (I could go on about exact sizes but I’m open to discussing that with you to find something enjoyable for us both.) Not only that but that aspect of exaggerated sizes is at the crux of their society. Those sizes are not only the central aspect of their concept of beauty but carry enormous cultural, social, even spiritual significance.

Teacher’s Golden Rule [FF, Fetish, Water sports, Teacher, Student] (Part 2 of 2)

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“Why don’t we leave,” Mrs. Oliver suggested. “I think the lovely aroma we’ve created may give us away.”

My skirt and knee socks were soaked and spotted. I didn’t care.

“My god Janet, the front of my skirt… look at it,” Nancy cried. What are people going to think.”

“Just walk out… quickly. Don’t worry about it. We don’t know anybody here. C’mon, lets go.”

We followed her, walking quickly. I stared straight ahead… Curiously, I was wondering whether any of the men were looking at me, wishing they could fuck me… If my dad were here, would he want to fuck me too? I shuddered at what my virgin mind could conjure up since falling prey to Mrs. Oliver’s sick and twisted idea of pleasure.

Professor Drew’s car was parked at the farthest end of the lot. Once there, I felt relieved. I didn’t know Mrs. Oliver had something else in mind.

Professor Drew wasn’t handling the nights events well. Sobbing uncontrollably, she was having difficulty finding her car keys in her purse.

Teacher’s Golden Rule [FF, Fetish, Water sports, Teacher, Student] (Part 1 of 2)

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On my eighteenth birthday my Mother threw a surprise party for me. She invited all of my close friends as well as my favorite high school teacher, Mrs. Oliver.

It was a wonderful day and the world seemed so conquerable to me. Little did I know this day would eventually change my life forever.

When the party ended and everyone gone, I gave my Mother a big hug, thanking her for such a nice gesture. It was typical of my her… she and Dad had been spoiling me my entire life.

After carrying some of my gifts up to my room, I went into the upstairs bathroom. To my surprise, there, sitting on the commode was my teacher, Mrs. Oliver. Thinking all the guest had departed, I was momentarily startled. I stood just inside the door, completely taken aback… and naturally, quite embarrassed.

Apparently she wasn’t bothered by my intrusion al all as she looked up at me and smiled. Suddenly I heard the familiar hiss of peeing. I stood there, frozen, her urinating seemingly going on forever.

Threesome at a reunion [ elevator sex] [mmf]

Rafy willed her hands to stay steady as she drew long cat eyes with her liquid eye liner. Happy with the result, she stepped back to get a final look at herself. Dressed in a black halter gown, the low back leaving her naked, till her just above her tail bone. Her short bob hair showed off the nape of her neck to perfection, and her pilates helped accentuate her back muscles, in the black dress. She parted the thigh high slit on her gown, and looked down at the gash of naked flesh in satisfaction.

She felt ready.

It was time to head out to her college reunion. Sure, it had been 20 years since they had all been 21, and yet she felt the same way, as she did on the first day in college, that first lecture in arts, and mass communication. Butterflies.

She cast a last glance at herself, and hoped Tim was there to see what he had missed out on. Tim had been her ex-boyfriend, and now he was a fashion editor with a moderately famous fashion magazine. Nothing too fancy, and she had been disappointed with his middling professional success, but when she saw his Facebook profile picture, she realised, he still had that boyish grin, she had fallen for. And that would do for the night; a middle aged, ex-boyfriend, with a boyish grin.

[MF][Public] Stranger in the Bathroom at Work

Like millions of people around the world, I lost my job when quarantine hit several months ago. Technically, I was “furloughed”, but we all knew what that probably meant. I had no job and not much to do. For months it was just online classes, lots of weed, trying my best to become a “normal” person who has hobbies and exercises regularly (or, you know, any sort of productive activity), and no sex. My last sexual activity, other than masturbating, was a toothy, disappointing blowjob from a Tinder date three months ago.

When the government’s bonus unemployment money dried up back in July, I at first reassured myself more would come in. But eventually I had to face reality and start looking for work. Success came in the form of a call from a local restaurant I’d worked at a couple years ago and who knew me. They offered me a position at the front, sending out orders, dealing with customers and other menial, but not unpleasant tasks.

One of my favorite parts of working a job like this has always been (I hope) subtly ogling the more attractive clientele. This place was in a town with multiple big colleges, so there was no shortage of incredibly hot women. On the day of this story, I encountered just such a girl.

Quarantine brought mom and I together (Part 3)

Her goes: About 3am half awake I felt something strange and wonderful. Looking down mom’s hand was moving up and down on my cock. I quickly got hard and she kept pumping. Her head was on my chest and I pushed her down my body where she eagerly started sucking it. I held her head and helped move up and down. It was heaven. Then she crawls up on top of me and guides my cock into her wet pussy. She starts to ride me bouncing on it hard. I grab her bouncing breasts and pinch her hard nipples. I lean in and start sucking them and she hugs me tight mashing her tits into my mouth. I meet her humping and we madly fuck each other then she moans “Oh my God” and I feel her cunt clinch my cock. She’s cumming hard and I keep fucking her until I blast another load in her pussy. She collapses next to me and we fall back to sleep.
We woke up naked to the sound of someone knocking on our door asking when we’ll be checking out. It was almost noon. We quickly jumped up put on some clothes, packed and left. On the long drive home I kept looking over at mom and every time a smile and a chill came over me. She kept glancing at me as well and would give me the same smile. We’d hold hands and squeeze tight. I soon realized this is what it’s like to really be in love. I never felt like this with any of my girlfriends, it was different it felt wonderful. A warm fuzzy feeling just thinking about the person sitting next to me. And I could see it in moms eyes as she smiled back at me. Her smile was warmer more intense.
When we got home it was late and we were both tired. Mom went straight to the bathroom to take a shower with the door closed. When she was done she opened the door wearing only a towel gave me a quick kiss on the lips and said “all yours, sweety” then disappeared into her room and closed the door. My mind was spinning. Was this it? Was this weekend just a dream? I showered and went to bed and fell asleep remembering all that had happened. The next morning I got up and mom was in the kitchen at the sink, as usual, and I came up behind her, as usual, ground my morning wood into her ass, as usual, but this time reached around and with both hands grabbed her boobs and kissed her neck. She immediately said “Now stop that, we need to talk, come sit down”
I thought, oh no here it comes, she’s come to her senses and going to end this. Over cups of coffee she says “Last night I thought about all that’s happened this weekend and Sweety everything we did was wonderful and I loved it and I love you but…” ( I thought, Here it comes) “If we’re going to continue this we have to be careful. No grabbing, hugging or kissing in public. We’ll maintain our own rooms. If my door is closed it means me time , if it’s open you’re welcome to join me. You’ll wear clothing at all times in the house as will I And most important, never ever tell anyone about us” I was nodding thru all of this and of course agreed to it all. We stood, we kissed then finished our breakfast.

I Hate Fucked Gia to End an Argument [FM, hate-sex]

I Hate Fucked Gia to End an Argument

Fuck her. 

I mean, yes I fucked her, but Fuck you Gia. FUCK YOU! 

Skip to the XXXXXXXXXX for the good part. 

Check out my last story [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ik3ywe/why_do_i_always_come_back_to_her_fm_ex/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share) for a little recent history of me and Gia.  I spent the week at her place and we fell back into our old routine and honestly things have been great.  She cooked dinner for us both every night, I helped out around the house, helped with dinner, did dishes afterward and the whole couple charade. One of the best things about her is that she sleeps naked. I mean holy shit is it nice to go to sleep every night seeing a perky pair of breasts and a beautiful shaven pussy. 

This story is about our bad days but I don’t want you to think she is all that bad.  I mean she is bat-shit crazy but i think maybe i am too so at least we have that going for ourselves. She likes to sleep naked and she always wakes up horny. Which is amazing!  I usually prefer to have sex before i fall asleep but ill take some morning lovin without complaint, eslecially when she wakes me up with her lips aroumd my cock ;)

Sex Ed at Westlake Academy [MFF] [Creampie] [Impreg/Breeding] [Teacher-Student]

Today was the all-day sex ed class for 18 year-old students at Westlake Academy. Miss Smith’s all-girl classroom filed in from lunch and were surprised to see their young, sexy teacher standing naked at the front of the class with the school’s studly gym teacher, Mr Johnson.

Miss Smith had a tight, fit body and pubes that were trimmed into a little heart. The girls in front could smell her arousal.

Mr Johnson had a strong effect on most of the girls. He had a typical surfer’s body from head to toe with hair bleached from sun and chlorine, and almost no body hair. His cock was completely erect and producing precum.

Not only were they naked, but the class realized they had put on baby oil to make their model-esque bodies shimmer like satin.

Miss Smith explained that they would now begin the lab portion of the class-

“… which is to demonstrate how a man properly impregnates a woman. By the way, you’ve all been dosed with sexual hormones during lunch and it should trigger an uncontrollably horny feeling. Don’t worry, that’s exactly what we want.”

The Sluts of Wollenham: Chapter 2 [fantasy, beastfolk, satyrs, freeuse, anal]

**Chapter 2: Between Two Rivers**

(*[Read Chapter One here](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/hukjlq/the_sluts_of_wollenham_pt1_fantasy_beastfolk_anal/)*)

The wodewose is now making his final thrusts into Miss Blossom. Desiring a closer look, Miss Boo crawls forward – any concern she had for her friend has now given way to prurient curiosity and even titillation. Without thinking, she unbuttons her breaches and slips her hand inside. A moment later the beastman raises his head and his triumphant roar echoes throughout the glade. Boo shivers with excitement. It’s clear he’s ejaculating – even under his thick hairy pelt Boo sees his whole body convulse. After twelve more firm thrusts he relaxes, then withdraws his cock. He’s now finished with Blossom, and no longer having any interest in her, he strides off into the woods. Boo feels she should say something after him as he goes, but nothing comes to mind. She looks at her friend again. Breathing deeply, Blossom rests her forehead on the grass. Cum seeping from her rear end glistens in the sunlight. Turning her head a little, she looks at Boo. Embarrassed, Boo takes her hand out of her breaches, then says in a quiet voice “Very ill-mannered that fellow, walking off like that without a word.”