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Addicted To Love [MFFF] [alcohol/drug abuse]

Looking back, Halloween of 1999 seems like a different world. I was 20 years old, a pink-haired punk who wanted to fuck both the system and any number of the circle of friends I had at the time, who were open-minded and like-minded, discovering their sexuality and how to wear it. It was before 9/11 and everything that followed, and our major cultural concern was the approaching millenium, *fin de siecle* turned up to 11. Everything we knew was ending, we had no idea what was ahead of us, and there was an overwhelming feeling that we were running out of time.

Which is a pretentious way of explaining why we’d pre-gamed so hard that night, and why we were still in Chase’s dorm room hours after the party that was supposed to be our second stop had begun.

“I don’t know how comfortable I am with this,” Paige said, cupping her breasts through her outfit, a little black dress just the wrong – or right, depending on your perspective – side of sheer.

“Looks good to me,” Chase replied, smiling as he took a pull from the joint in his hand and passed it to me. Read more »

The Journalist [F,f]Peril]

She stepped out onto the jetty, a small bag slung over her shoulder. looking up at the impressive building before her, gothic architecture offsetting it’s silhouette against the dark sky. Rain hammering down as it often did nowadays, rain seeping into her clothes, she pulled her jacket around her and made her way towards the building. She was nervous, spending years studying to become a journalist she never expected to end up trying to sneak into some hotel. But here she was, about to step inside to see if she could find out what was really going on in this strange place. It had only been open for a few months but it seemed to have become quite the talking point, the city’s elite were already quite used to decadence seemed to have found something more here. Early reports had painted it as some sort of relaxation center, the guests having quite a buzz about it, but none willing to talk about what happened here. As time went on the place only got stranger, some would simply not come back, people would talk less, but the ones who did were just as euphoric as the first ones. Read more »

Yielded to the busty neighbor who completely dominated me (Help an aspiring novice writer. Please give your feedback on this story)

I was at home that Saturday, seriously working on the project my boss assigned me just earlier that day. Like every weekend, I had huge plans for that Saturday too – binge-watch some random videos on Netflix and then spend some quality time with myself later – by watching some porn. But the day didn’t start the way I was hoping. I woke up to my boss’s phone call and learnt that he was being re-assigned to a different city and someone else would come up in his place from the following Monday. He had a lot of pending work to complete and he wanted me to finish it in 48 hours. Having no other alternative, I agreed to do the infeasible job.

I worked for several hours at a stretch. I was being very productive, when I started hearing noises from the next door. Initially I ignored it, but the sounds continued for long. I was first off, very tired because of working without a break. Added to that, I hadn’t eaten anything. And those clamors got on my nerves. I lost my cool, and angrily barged into the neighboring house, with all the obscene words fully loaded in my mouth. Read more »

There’s Something in the Water Chapter 2

*I’ve written this story through chapter 13. All chapters are available on my website. You can find the link in my Reddit profile if you’re interested. If you prefer to wait, I’ll post about a chapter a month here. All characters in sexual situations are 18 or older. Thanks for reading!*

*Previous Chapters:*

[Chapter 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/eyrpth/theres_something_in_the_water_chapter_1/)

Cool morning sunlight streamed through Patrick’s open bedroom window. He stretched, climbed out of bed, and walked over to the window. Was this still a dream? He wasn’t sure. Patrick opened the window and let the cold air blow in.

Clothes were so constricting. Patrick pulled off his pajama tops, bottoms, and underwear. He stood in the middle of his room, letting his new equipment hang free. The air felt so good on his naked body. He looked between his skinny legs at his soft monster and dangling balls. My goodness, he’d really put on a lot of mass down there. The rest of his body hadn’t changed, just his gadgets. This had to be a dream. There’s no way his little dick could really have grown like it had in such a short time. This was all a dream, he thought. He rubbed at his eyes. Read more »

There’s Something in the Water Chapter 1

*I’ve written this story through chapter 13. All chapters are available on my website. You can find the link in my Reddit profile if you’re interested. If you prefer to wait, I’ll post about a chapter a month here. All characters in sexual situations are 18 or older. Thanks for reading!*

The stars shone bright on a cold night. Three high school seniors strode out of the malt shop and flipped up the collars on their jackets against the frigid breeze. Their footfalls echoed around the empty street as they made their way down the narrow sidewalk. Their bikes waited from them, leaning against a dark, forlorn street sign. As they left the lights, laughter, and conversation behind them, night settled in.

“Do you think we’ll see any of those shooting stars?” David looked up at the moonless sky, pushing his blond bangs out of his eyes. He stood head and shoulders above his friends. He wore his varsity basketball jacket with green and white stripes down the sleeve. It didn’t provide much warmth, but he liked everyone to know he’d made varsity that year. Read more »

The Doll Factory, part 14 (Slowburn)

QPeen

“They want you in Processing again Minna” Boss man said as he entered the breakroom, Minnas lunchbreak had just started. Had it been any other task she would have frowned and cursed but this was east wing, this was fascinating. She pushed her tray aside and got on her feets, “Is it the conveyor belt again?” Minna asked as she wondered what tools to bring. “No” Bossman paused “They need more pressurized air on the Testing Floor, and they asked for you”. The room erupted in jesting and banter from her coworkers, Minna wasnt sure why.

This time Minna knew her way to Processing. She walked passed the conveyor belt she had previously fixed, dolls were moving on it, it was working fine. At the end of the room she saw Mike talking to someone she didnt know. Mike was his usual naked impressive self and the other person was shorter and thinner, wearing a labcoat. The closer Minna got the more certain she was that the argument was heated. “There you are, took you long enough” Mike greeted her as his head turned to her. He reached out his hand and Minna shook it firmly, “Here I am”. Read more »

Night out [threesome] [rough] [female perspective]

Wrote this story for my husband via text messages, and I didnt use quotation marks on purpose. Thought I’d share. Lemme know what you think!
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You’re showered, in a nice shirt and jeans, smelling good, looking hot with your hair just perfect (as it often is) sitting on our bedroom couch, waiting for me to be done getting ready.

Ive showered, shaved smooth, wearing some sort of shimmery body lotion and my Sensuous Nude parfume that smells super sultry. Ive got on lacy lingerie underneath my favorite croptop and super tight high waisted black jeans. A comfortable pair of heels that make my ass pop. I feel sexy and confident.

I walk out of the bathroom and smirk mischievously at you. I swing on of my legs over yours, planting myself in your lap, hoping to feel a stir in your jeans. I lean in for a big, long, lustful kiss. The kind that makes me wanna start undoing your buttons… But when we break apart, you push me away. Youre gonna make me wait. Youve made me wait for days now. Im like an antsy tiger on a leash, and thats just how you want me tonight. We’re going on the hunt. Read more »

Passionate couple fucks through the afternoon [Part3] [Continuation] [MF] [Max&Olivia&Molly] [Rough] [DirtyTalk] [Long]

I have been continuously writing this series about Olivia and Max and Molly. If you are enjoying reading it please let me know and I can keep going with their story.

[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/epspnk/mollys_first_night_with_her_new_married_lovers/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)

[Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ernd86/molly_and_her_new_married_lovers_part_2_fiction/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)

Part 3-

Molly-

I spent the weekend. It wasn’t a
difficult decision to make. After Olivia and Max fucked me brainless on the couch, then cuddled and pet me through the movie. I was too relaxed to even consider leaving.

The next day and a half was a whirlwind of intense kisses, sensual touches, and explosive orgasms. With them I felt everything I had ever wanted. To be nurtured and cared for, but also hungry and then immediately satisfied. Everything done with Olivia feels like making love. Talking over a cup of coffee, snuggling on the couch, or walking down the lake dock right outside their house. She radiates sensual energy that is impossible to ignore, and she had chosen to shower me with that sensuality and love. Max is quite simply a passionately erotic man. He kisses and touches with purpose, and it melts me into him every single time. Together they can rock me into the most earth shattering bliss I have ever experienced. On Sunday evening Olivia whispered a detailed account of all the ways she wanted to spoil me if I chose to see them again. She did so between my legs while she sucked hungrily at my pussy. I came screaming my answer. “Yes” I told her, over and over again while I rocked my hips into he tongue. There was no way I was letting this feeling go away, I absolutely had to come back. Read more »

My Office Crush, Part 5 [MF] [Light BDSM]

I could feel him staring at me from across the boardroom table.

This wasn’t a wayward glance, but an outright stare. When he dropped his pen off of the table, I had a moment of solace in which I wasn’t being glared at. I kept my eyes trained to the front of the room, focusing on the presentation that was being given to us. I did all of the right things: nod when I was supposed to, laugh when a bad joke was made, and I certainly didn’t look at my phone despite the flurry of text messages that he was sending to me.

I ran my finger along the peter pan neckline of my dress distractedly. The urge to pull out my phone and check the messages was overwhelming, but that didn’t mean that I was going to. I could literally feel my resolve slipping with each vibration from my phone. Instead of giving in, I moved my hands under my lap and sat on them. I knew what he wanted, and I didn’t want to give in. A moment later, I felt another buzz against my lap.

An Ozarks Thanksgiving Miracle (NF, MM, 1st, Oral, Anal)

I met Brett my first year of college when we were both placed on a recruiting team that would travel each weekend to different locations throughout the midwest and mid-Atlantic regions. My first impression of him was that he was certainly easy on the eyes and had a pleasing personality to match. Since our recruiting team was musical, I discovered that he had a great tenor voice that paired nicely with my own baritone. During our rehearsals, I gleaned much information about him — information that I hoped would be useful in the future that school year. He was as straight as an arrow, and I was a closeted gay who passed for straight. Read more »