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Foreword: This entry is a direct continuation from my previous stories. Basically I’m just telling all of the most interesting and exciting sexual stories of my life in chronological order. I will try and include enough back story for a new reader to be able to jump right in, however I apologize if I fail to provide enough. In short, if you want to get the full effect, you may want to read the entire thing from the beginning. Thanks and enjoy.
The Roommate
June 2002
Morgan loved Tinder. Very few people *love* Tinder – they may enjoy the hook ups or the entertainment of swiping through strangers. But they don’t enjoy the awkward conversation, harassment, and disappointment when a very attractive stranger doesn’t share their interest. On the whole, the app is generally a mixed bag.
But not for Morgan.
For one, she was beautiful. This was a mixture of genetics and hard work. Morgan had perfected the Tinder profile, projecting enough sex appeal to get attention while not being so forward that it turned off the most promising connections. She had also learned the proper way to be direct in conversation, to get what she wanted, quickly.
Oh and the sex supercharged her magic.
It wasn’t that Morgan worked a special kind of sex magic. All magic is sex magic. And rage magic. And love magic. And fear magic. Emotions were rocket fuel for all kinds of magic, and sex was very emotional – even if you didn’t care about the other person. It also sometimes came with orgasms. Morgan loved orgasms, so it was a win win.
**Welcome to my very first story!**
For the longest time, I’ve played around with the idea of writing. After running out of excuses, I finally made the decision to just do it.
So enjoy the first part of an upcoming series!
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I have agreed to meet my girlfriend after school. It is a hot summer day and since she has a pool in her backyard, we thought it would be fun to hang around by the pool. Her family is quite wealthy, no one can deny that. It is hard to miss a house that big.
Her father was a successful businessman, but sadly passed away a couple years ago. All his wealth and business were transferred to her and her mother. That means all the money, including her father’s company.
I hang around a lot at my girlfriend’s house, since her mother is always gone for work doing business trips. I have only met her once or twice maybe four times at least in a span of 2 years. But other than that, I did not really have the chance to talk to her properly. Not that I am complaining, I appreciate when I am alone with my girlfriend without constant being watched or questioned by parents like I am up to no good with their daughter.
Late night flights like today’s were what made John dread going on business trips overseas. Working for an investment firm provided a lot of opportunities to their young associates, especially those with ambition and a willingness to go to conferences out of Toronto. Today, that happened to be John and his coworker Sarah. The worst part of these types of trips? John always forgot to pack until the day of.
This wasn’t the first time this has happened. Last year, the London trip had him forget half of his clothes from the last minute packing. The year before, New York, arguably less impactful as he only forgot his toiletries. The common theme behind these trips; his associate Sarah mocking him relentlessly.
“If you were this clueless at the office, you’d have been fired a long time ago.” she would joke, even though it was true. John in his professional life was so controlled and focused, but due to the fact his mind was always on work, his personal life suffered. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d gone out for drinks with friends, had a day to relax at home or even gone on a date. Personal life concerns always took a back seat, in order to serve him climbing the corporate ladder.
My first time having sex was when I went on vacation in Hawaii to take a break from my career as a singer, that was currently blowing up. I had just turned 18 years old a few months ago when I was on the plane out over the ocean. The only thing that I could think about was landing and heading directly to the beach. My friend came along with me, so I would not be alone on my first adult vacation. On the plane I was wearing in a large shirt that hung loosely over my body. Matched with an oversized pair of jeans, so that I was able to cover my body from the cameramen waiting for me at the airport exit. They knew I would be landing there sometime today and were determined to snap some photos before I got away to a private resort. Underneath the baggy close I was already wearing my black two-piece bikini that I was ready to feel free in at the beach. I walked past the paparazzi and got into my ride waiting with my friend as the lights flashed from the photos being taken. Once I was in the car, I knew that I was free from the media for the next week. We rode to the resort where we was met by a woman who greeted us. She was the owner and quickly introduced us to the man who would be serving us this week. A man came with a golf cart to pick up our bags and take us to the house we would be staying in a house over the water off the coast. He was barely older than me, maybe being 22. While driving to the home we would be staying at for the week, the driver told us his name was Kane. He was a fit boy wearing a white polo and khaki shorts that seemed to be his uniform for the resort. Kane was a Hawaiian born man from a father from the island and a white mother from Texas. We made small talk on the ride over, also learning that he was the room service man for the resort for the past two years. Promising to bring us anything we needed to make sure the vacation was perfect. We drove across a wooden dock that had houses on stilts over the water. Our place was the last on on the dock, giving us extra room in the water on one side. Kane put our bags in the two bedrooms inside, before reminding us to call for anything and leaving us alone. Rosie started unpacking, but I was just ready to be free in the water.
“I’m making a point in being obvious in my advances towards you Julia. Being subtle didn’t seem to work on you, baby girl. Since the first day you walked in here, I’ve been trying to get you to know I wanted you.” Shock flew through her. He wanted her, like she had wanted him for so long. She wasn’t going to wait for him to make a move from there as she reached over and kissed him hard on the lips. His hands cupped her face as his lips started to move against hers. What started out to be gentle became a hard, passionate, lip-bruising kiss. Julia moaned into his mouth, stepping between his open things as he was still sitting on the stool in front of her.
Jackson’s hands slid down her body, resting on her hips, almost holding on as though to make sure she didn’t go anywhere. He broke the kiss and looked at her swollen lips before meeting her eyes.
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The sun beats down through the window onto the kitchen table as I try to focus on revision. It is a sweltering day. Probably 105 fahrenheit, maybe more. Impossible weather for focusing…on anything.
My parents are out for the day, down at the country club, dad is probably playing golf again, battling it out with Pete Tannerman, an age-old rivalry over contracts for the city. Mum, probably chatting with Fran Parker, the head hen, the boss of the little clique of super high net worth women she always wanted to penetrate but couldn’t quite make it in. It all made me a bit ill, the shallowness of it all. I didn’t want any part of that world.
I try to dive back into the books and scanning through the passages of academic text but my mind wanders every few seconds consumed by thoughts of what else I could be doing on such a blistering day.
3.50pm. I can’t concentrate at all, my heart isn’t in it. There has to be something else to do.
Standing 5’4 with blonde hair, green eyes and tan skin she was definitely a teen beauty, though technically she wasn’t a teen, after all, she was 18. She inspected her outfit, making sure everything was in its place. Her white blouse fit her very well with her 34b breasts and small waist line. She turned slightly checking out her cute little butt, clad in a maroon plaid skirt.
Tish scooped up her small backpack purse and left that God-awful classroom and headed for the ladies room. As she opened the door she near collided with another girl. Tish said gave an apology although it was the other girl’s fault. She just rolled her eyes and pushed past Tish. “bitch” she mumbled under her breath as she set her purse down on the sink top and turned to the side to check herself out in the full length mirror on the wall of the bathroom.
“Not bad” she remarked to herself.
This is a continuation. [Here’s](https://fm.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/hjdc0y/the_arena_of_loads_mf_fantasy_beast_exhibition/) a link to part I.
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You.
Covered in a beasts fat, virile load. Ropes of seed coating your skin. Crawling on the warm marble floor, in a pool of said cum. You were licking up the creatures semen like the desperate cumslut you were.
All around you men were draining their balls as well, shooting ropes of pent up cum onto the arena, or glazing the faces of the servants kneeling at their feet. Some of that hot, fresh cum flew all the way to you, giving you a shower of yet more load.
The beast was panting as it had come down from it’s orgasm, it’s cock done throbbing for now. Fresh load was still oozing from the tip of its cock in thick globs.
To your shock, the penis you had worshiped with such devotion wasn’t coming down. Moments after the last drop of seed pushed its way out of the tip, it seemed to gently throb again.
It was staring at you, with primal hunger and need in its eyes. You felt like prey, but you liked it.
(Based on a true story that happened tonight.)
We are lying in bed, ready to go to sleep. It’s quite dark, but the humidifier is on and it glows a soft blue light. All we can see are silhouettes – light blue lines that curve into complete darkness.
I know you like being the little spoon, so I offer to cuddle you from behind tonight. I scratch your back lightly under your shirt. My hands explore your torso with tender caresses. I don’t even mean to feel your dick, but when I do, it is rock hard. All I had to do was press my ample curves against your back and you sprung up like a jack-in-the-box.
I can’t help but touch it.
The way you are positioned, you are half on your side and half on your belly with one leg kicked out at a ninety degree angle, so it’s not exactly easy to gain full access. That won’t stop me.