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Category: eroticliterature
It started with a voicemail (MF, friends, bi woman)
It all started with a voicemail.
I was away for a weekend with my closest girl friends. We hadn’t seen each other for a few years, so there was a lot to catch up about one another. We talked about promotions, politics, and our families. But that’s not what got me into trouble. What got me in trouble was talking about our love lives. Normally, I’m not the sharing type, but I had had many beers and a year long dry spell while focusing on my career. So of course Jason came up.
Jason was my flatmate. Not the kind of guy you would pick off the street as an attractive guy, but once you got to know him, you knew he was something special. I was telling my friends about how he had started working out after his last girlfriend dumped him. He is a big and broad guy, but very soft. After just a few weeks of working out, I began to notice the definition in his arms and in his face. What once was a soft round face was now defined by better eating habits and a new beard. When most guys came back from the gym, they smell gross and sweaty. Not Jason. He smelled manly and earthy more than anything. I couldn’t help but notice the outline of his cock in his sweatpants. It wasn’t very big, maybe average size. But from living next to him for a few years now, I know he knows how to use it.
Those Big Green Eyes
I need to get this off my chest. So first I want to say I love my wife and nothing will ever change that. But for this story to make sense I guess I will have to start from the beginning. I met my wife at a Church Fund Raiser when we where both 18. It was love at first sight. She had jet black hair and piercing green eyes and a smile that could melt your soul if you stared too long. To say I was smitten would be an understatement. Well obviously seeing such an attractive girl I knew I needed to go up to her. Even though I was 5′ 4″ and 120 pound shrimp at the time her beauty propelled me forward.
I could feel my heart racing with each step I took towards her. My hands became sweaty and my mouth began to dry up. Now I don’t remember the whole story because I think I had some sort of outer body experience and I could see myself way up high looking down at the event that was about to transpire. But I think I said in a low voice almost a whisper “Hi my names Marty it’s n-n-n-nice too meet you.” She giggled and said her name was Claire. I then asked if she would want to see the new Star Wars movie that just came out. Keep in mind this was the 70’s and that movie was bigger then Jesus at the time but I digress. Too my absolute shock she said yes and after that we where pretty much inseparable then.
Daisy in the Dirt, A Punk Rock Sex Story [MF] [Oral] [PunkAF]
“Bro, you heading over to Geezer’s later?”
“Yeah man, haven’t seen The Dirt Stars in a minute.”
“Bro, that chick singer though. Daaaaaaamn.”
“Haha! Yes, she’s attractive, but I mean, they’re a good band regardless of the singer’s physical attractiveness.”
“Haha, whatever bro, you know you want that!”
“Alright Bret, calm down, man.” I said with a chuckle.
There was about an hour left of work. Me and Bret work in technical support at the same office, and also hang out in the same circles. He’s kind of a douche on the surface, but what can I say, the guy knows how to have fun. We were supposed to be working, but we spent the last hour shooting the shit and watching YouTube videos. It was a slow week, and the support calls weren’t coming in. Summer Fridays are pretty sweet sometimes.
The Dirt Stars are a local punk band. They’ve been around for a few years, and I know a couple of the guys in the band, plus Daisy, the lead singer. I was in a band with their bass player and drummer. We were called The Moldy Takeout Containers. We were good, but we broke up pretty quickly over creative differences. Things were amicable though, and we still hung out from time to time.
You knew it was wrong…
But you couldn’t help yourself. You’re curiosity and desire got the best of you, and you decided to throw caution to the wind…
The thought had naturally crossed your mind before, but you always pushed it right away. “No,” you’d say to yourself, “that’s just silly. Purely a fantasy. That stuff only happens in porn. That’s not real life. Besides, there’s too much at stake anyway.”
“I mean, who would believe it?”
1. …sleeping with one of your son’s friends…
2. …sleeping with one of your students…
3. …sleeping with one of your friend’s sons…
4. …sleeping with a much older or younger co-worker…
5. …sleeping with (someone so much older or younger than you)… or anything taboo
“That actually sounds crazy! If anyone ever found out, your life would be ruined! Your husband/bf would leave you… you’d get fired… your family would never speak to you again…”
“…Well, if it’s so crazy, then why are you even considering it? Why are you texting him right now? Why even go down this path? Why not just walk away?”
Hen Party – Escape Room II
The screen flickers on.
Each can drink clean water from the tap, for every load swallowed.
They rouse from their sleep in silence, in a heap on the floor, intertwined, they feel surprisingly well rested. Eyes flicker to the screen, reluctant glances at each other, eyes down, shame and guilty pleasure crash together with the want to escape. Sense of time has been lost to them, it must be the middle of the night on Saturday. The Bride, her younger sister, Sarah and Claire plus the other 2 girls look up and see the human cock emerging from the booth furthest from the sink.
The instruction seems clear, they whisper together they agree on an approach. First comes the shouting, the demands to be let free, we aren’t doing anything else, people will miss us, you’re going to jail.
From the office the Amazonian and the Jester are watching they smirk and chuckle, they’ve heard it all before, there is no concern, the buyers will protect them, the market for the end product is high value, huge sums of money are exchanged amongst powerful people for they product they can offer.
Hen Party – Escape Room
The 6 girls in the party were asked to meet up on Saturday at 4pm for an Escape Room adventure before going straight out for drinks in town.
The Bride to Be, and the other 5 girls were tip top, fit healthy girls in their late 20’s and early 30’s with one outlier, the Bride’s younger sister who had just turned 18 that week.
Together they looked amazing all dolled up and ready to hit the town, a colourful, happy group of girls in their hottest dresses ready for a fun fuelled weekend.
The Escape Room place was in an old warehouse in a quiet part of the industrial end of town, and on Saturday afternoon was pretty much deserted when the minibus dropped them off. They were met by an imposing ‘Amazonian’ woman in her late 40’s, attractive and fit, with long dark hair. She was dressed as a medieval Lady and accompanied by a slender and athletic man dressed as a Court Jester. Together they were an authentic looking fun pair who took them into the briefing room.
Her Daughter’s Birthday Gift (MF)
I had been messing with this older woman, Alice, for a couple weeks when she invited me over one Friday night. This didn’t feel any different from previous times when we met up, and since I was free and horny, I made my way to her place. I really liked fucking her and felt some blood redirect to my pants just thinking about her juicy tits, round ass, and pretty face. Since the relationship was strictly sexual, the fact that I’m in my mid twenties and she was much older never really came up.
To my dismay, she was dressed pretty casually and resisted my attempts to move her straight to the bedroom. Instead, she sat me down on the couch and said she had a favor to ask –
“I know we haven’t really discussed her before, but I want you to meet my daughter” (I tried to mute my surprised reaction but my eyebrows rose in shock and confusion)
“… uh.. ok, sure.. When?” I stammered out.
“She will be here in a little bit, and when she gets here, I want to watch you fuck her”.
All tied up
I have you undress, sit on the edge on the bed, as tie a blindfold over your eyes. I can sense your excitement coming off your body and it takes everything I have to stay focused…
You are nervous. I can tell. I like it….makes me pussy
get even wetter. Seeing you smile a sexy side
smile…not knowing what to expect, but excited all
the same . Mmmmmm, yes, I like watching you.especially in anticipation…..
I gently push you back, take a soft tie and tie your hand to the side of the bed. I softly kiss your lips…tracing your lips with my tongue… as you open your mouth, I pull away.your mouth is searching for me, but I’m no longer there..
Mmmmm..You cant see, but I’m licking my lips and smiling at this….
I tie your second hand, I feel you tense…I lean in
again to kiss you again, but I pull away quickly..your smile fades for a second and then you bite your lip
with a slow smile….
And here you are before me.. beautifully
naked……fully vulnerable…….sexy……laying there…….mmmmmm. …… all tied up….smiling with anticipation…not sure of what to do with your legs, so you let them relax, open…….Oh yes…… I am going to have some fun..
In the Bathroom After the Show [MF] [Goth] [Oral] [Creampie] [Semi-public]
***Some quick flash-fiction to get back into the groove.***
Sweat dripped off Erik’s face, and he wiped himself down with a towel while the band played him off. The bar stank of cheap beer and BO, but his adrenaline was high. He was on top of the world, head throbbing from the dominating bass line, hand shaking from where he had played the final crescendo so hard he snapped his guitar strings. With a toss of his sandy hair, he turned to the crowd for one final, triumphant fist pump.
Half the room cheered, which was better than usual.
He planned to ride this high for the rest of the evening and tried to ignore how uncomfortable his jeans were after playing for two hours. With a shared nod to his drummer, he swiped a beer off a speaker, and made his way to the bar.
“Nice show,”
“Good job, dude!”
“How long you been playing, son?”
Faces, sober white and drunk pink, came to ask him questions about the show. Erik answered quickly, talking to a few of the girls for longer than he should have. He was fucking thirsty and was finished with his beer by the time he wedged himself into a free spot at the bar.