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His gaze was a soft as a caress, she thought even as her right hand rubbed the bruise on her right arm where, the evening before, he held her down and had his way with her in his bed. Her subtle hints that she liked it rough had the desired effect. Displays of power and strength had its time and place, she thought. Maybe again tonight, she smiled to herself?
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It was never just a physical attraction between us. It was magnetic. I can feel myself getting warmer thinking about it. I’d lay in your arms, and you’d start rubbing my back, swirling your hand around my ass, then squeezing it, then grabbing & smacking it. Slipping one finger inside me. I’m already soaking wet, then you put two fingers in and start going in and out harder, faster. While, your other hand is massaging my boobs. God, your lips, I could bite & suck on them all day, so full and soft. You start tugging my ponytail and kissing my neck. You go lower and suck my on nipples. Fuck. I pull away. We quickly undress ourselves. I slobber all over your dick, as I bob my head up & down, back & forth. I climb on top and slowly slide your dick inside me. Fuckkkkkkk…you grab my ass and bounce it on your dick. We start breathing quicker and heavier. Both of our hearts racing. I love how excited it makes you when i suck on your tongue. You smack my ass and bounce me faster. You put your free arm around my waist, locking me up against you. Harder, faster, pounding me….slower… your grip loosens, I sit up and rock back and forth on your dick. Your hands play with my tits, squeezing them as I continue to ride your cock. Fuckk. Out of breath, you eagerly suggest hitting it from the back. I smile nodding my head quickly “Yes!”. I slowly slide all of you out of me and arch my back. You shove your dick inside me and loop my ponytail around your hand and yank head back kissing me, as you slowly pull almost all the way out and slide back in. Fuck fuck fuck. Give it to me. Give it to me. Fuck. I bite my bottom lip. Then start throwing it back. You let go of my hair and I bounce, jiggling my ass up and down on your dick. Fuckkkkkk. You put both hands on my ass, pulling my hips back towards you. I’m about to come again. I’m so fucking wet. How is it so good every single time? Fuck. Fuck. Keep pounding it. Don’t stop. Don’t stop. I orgasm. You slap my ass and go harder and faster and faster. You pull me into you, i feel the warmth slowly spread through out my entire body as you release inside me. You slide back and forth gently. You pull out of me. Fuckkkkkk. I put your dick in my mouth, lick all the cum off and swallow. We both roll over, in opposite directions onto out backs, and face the ceiling fan. We’re both out of breath, covered in sweat and cum. You stretch your arm out and place your hand on my stomach. I turn around towards you and kiss your cheek. You spark the half smoked blunt on the window sill and take a hit then pass it to me.
So I posted the first part of what I hope will become a sexual saga a couple of days ago. Detailing how I first met and had best sex in my life with this mature woman named Maria, who I met through dating app and had sex with a another woman for the first time in my life.
Here’s the link to our first encounter: [https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/giza3l/first_lesbian_experience/](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/giza3l/first_lesbian_experience/)
Maria gave me the best orgasms I’d ever had not only that but she made me squirt and I didn’t even know that I am able to do that and I’ve been thinking about it ever since. We had arranged to meet for dinner and watch some movie at Friday night but I didn’t last any longer without her and called on Thursday and asked if we can meet at that night instead of Friday and she was giggling at phone and said it’s fine and said that she will pick me up at 9 PM. I thought “holy shit!” even her voice is getting me hot already. Best part is that I haven’t told any of my friends about this, I don’t even know what I would tell them. That I like older women and I just met one through dating app and let her fuck me on our first date. Then I started panicking what will I wear as I didn’t want to wear the same dress as last time but didn’t want to wear jeans and shirt either. After panicking over hour I found the perfect dress for this night my wiggle midi dress. Maria probably knew that I was really hungry for her as the little time we had been separate we had been talking a lot. Especially I was flirting and super suggestive and we were having a lot of dirty talk and Maria seemed to master it and it got me wet.
This is a continuation of [The day that changed her life [Masturbation] [MFF][Step-siblings] [Rimming] [First Anal]](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/gheacm/the_day_that_changed_her_life_masturbation/)
The first edition is somewhat long, and I plan to keep this and any possible future editions shorter but I’ll have to see how that goes, as sometimes my initial thoughts for a story become longer than the initial thought was as I write, which is what happened with the first edition of this story line.
A couple of months had passed since the day that changed the way Amber looked at sex, and her step sister, and through that also changed Ashley and Steve’s lives as well. Things were going very good, all three of them were getting along very well and had blended Amber into the relationship well. There were still some things that Steve and Ashley did alone like a “traditional” couple, occasional date nights and stuff but for the most part they were all doing stuff together. And to the outside world it just appeared that Amber was hanging out with her step sister and her boyfriend. They were even looking into possibly getting a king size bed to all sleep together at night but were unsure if they wanted to do that yet.
I’m not say you couldn’t turn a straight girl gay, I’m just saying you don’t have the tact necessary to do it easily.”
“Ooo, bitch, I’ll cut you right here an now,” Sarah shook her head while doing her best Jersey accent. It was her favorite quote the latest reality trash TV show they watched and loved to dish about. Everyone laughed at how ridiculous she sounded. “Don’t try to come at me with this tact bullshit. I have more tact in the tip of my tongue than Jessica here has in her whole body.”
“Why do you have to bring me into every one of your guys’ fights? I’m just sitting back here minding my own business, drink all the wine…” Jessica said as she raised her half empty glass of wine. The bottom of the glass nearly getting caught on her voluptuous breasts that were barely restrained in her tight button up.
“How is it, again, that the only one who didn’t bring wine to our little black out party is drinking all the wine?” Emily asked. Her curly auburn hair was draped over her shoulders as the three girls laid sprawled out on the floor in the dark apartment living room. The only light emitted from the five candles lit between them that burned at various stages of their life cycle.
Every single orgasm sent convulsing waves through her body. The girl’s gasps for air were desperate and unyielding as an hour and a half felt like forever on repeat. In the darkness of her own mind, all she had was the feeling of a thick vibrator on its highest setting holding its place inside her tight, shaven pussy. She had never felt so vulnerable. She had never felt so helpless. She had never felt so alive.
Another orgasm. Her wrists pulled hard against the metal of her wall-mounted cuffs but they gave not an inch of grace. She knew her wrists must be red, if not purple, from that very same pull happening with every orgasm. Her knees needed every bit of focus that she could give in order to not buckle and leave her dangling every time her body reached climax. In the first thirty minutes, she had given special attention the cool sensation of her pussy’s wetness running down her inner thighs. By the end, she didn’t know if she had any wetness left to give. The room no longer had the chill that had hardened her nipples when this all began; instead, it was replaced with heat and sweat running down her face.
My story is pretty similar to most other goth girls. I watched *The Nightmare Before Christmas* as a kid and came out weird on the other side. My family’s last bit of hope for a happy, well-adjusted daughter died after we were assigned *Frankenstein* in my freshman English class. After that it was all chokers and eyeliner.
We fought about it from time to time, my mom especially. She always scolded me not to wear the cross on my necklace upside down and to put on something with a little color on it. It was never serious enough that I felt the need to cut everyone out, but it was enough that I became distant.
Luckily there were a few other girls at my school who had pretty similar experiences. Either they didn’t get along with their parents, or their parents didn’t get along with each other. So we did what teenagers do when they don’t have a support network and made a little family of our own. We hung out pretty much every day, and there was always someone to talk to when things were getting rough.
***Out of the blue, I got a text from Mia.***
*MIA:* Hi.
I had just set up my laptop and monitor at my workspace. It takes a few minutes for me to take out all of the wires from my backpack and hook everything up. The workspace manager doesn’t recommend leaving your equipment unattended despite security cameras in every room.
*MIA:* Come over real quick
*MIA:* If you can
People leave their shit out all the time, I thought. Here was my chance, after 2 years, to finally fuck Mia. After she sent me pussy pics and me dick pics. After I’d called her “undiagnosed bipolar”.
*ME:* Gimme 20 min
I left all of my stuff. Whatever, I thought. The only person that would steal someone’s stuff is me anyway.
I got in my Camry and glanced in the rear view mirror at my teeth – looks clean. Started up the car – 1/8 of a tank left. Mia’s apartment wasn’t too far away. I could make it there and still have enough gas to last me until the nearest station.
Part 1 [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/g03wpw/the_work_trip_predicament_mf/) – Part 2 [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/gg2uii/the_work_trip_predicament_mf_part_2/)
They hurried downstairs with their bags, Alina hadn’t had much time to sort herself out, so quickly rummaged through her bag in the elevator down, trying to find some tights as none had been provided. Whilst she had certainly worn some the other day, she couldn’t find them now in her bag. Most of her belongings were there, including her laptop, work papers and toiletries, but her underwear, tights and more conservative clothes were missing. The sick bastards didn’t want her changing. She felt uncomfortable baring her legs, usually dressing more conservatively at work. She shoved everything back in her bag, and blushed as she stepped into the blue high heels.
Looking in the elevator mirror, she barely recognised herself, but she really did look excellent. The sheer dark fabric suited her and was undoubtedly expensive, potentially designer. Despite rushing out of bed, her hair wasn’t too wild, and with a dash of lipstick she would look really quite professional. Mike on the other hand looked a little disheveled and seemed to have noticed. Whilst she had been rummaging around, he had been tucking in his shirt and tidying his hair. He was also wearing a new suit, it was a pale grey-blue and it really suited him, a flattering cut that sat well on his square shoulders. It was perhaps the best dressed she had ever seen him, and her heart fluttered a little as he buttoned his shirt cuff and smoothed his suit jacket over his torso.
**A note from me:**
**Some of you may have read my 6 part series which is a true story about my relationship with my husband and his friends. While that series focuses on true events from my life, I had such a fun time writing about it that I wish to continue writing more short stories, but this time with elements of both truth and fiction. I will use myself as the central character in these stories and put to words the scenarios that I think and fantasize about. I hope you enjoy.**
**In the future, I will continue to write true stories as well about my encounters with the boys.**
**- Nina**
My name is Nina and I am 20 years old. I am a second year student at Western University in Ontario, Canada majoring in business administration. I am born and raised in Canada, but my family is of middle eastern origin, Lebanese to be specific. I am 5 foot 1 inch, with straight dark hair and dark eyes and light skin. My family lives in Toronto but I decided to pursue my business degree a bit further from home. Western University is a great school with a fantastic history and a reputation for partying, which certainly doesn’t hurt.