De-Stress the Professor [MF]

*First time posting on here, but I’ve shared this story elsewhere on the internet. Hopefully you enjoy, and maybe I’ll post some more!*

As the sound of mumbling students and rustling bags grew louder, Ron Fuller looked up from the whiteboard he was writing on to check the clock. Class had run a few minutes over yet again, and students were getting antsy.

He turned from the board to face his class. Rows of stadium seating were packed with students, a few who’d arrived late forced to stand to the side to take notes. A month ago, this history class only took up a little over half of the seats, and he had trouble with too many open seats up front. Today, Ron had an overflowing class more that had more than doubled in size. Two weeks ago, the other History 110 professor, Mrs. Grange, was fired; given that it’s a few weeks into the semester, rather than drop her students from the class, the school decided to just put her students in Ron’s class. This resulted in the surplus of students he was staring at today, all eagerly glancing between him, the clock, and the door.

Masseuse’s Home Visit [FFM][Oral]

It was a week before the wedding and It was the day of Lee’s bachelor party. He had told His best man, Trent that he didn’t want anything crazy just a night of boozing with the boys and no strippers.

Lee had only been with one woman, his fiancé, and he had wanted to keep it that way. Well that’s what he said when his friends brought it up. Sara has been everything he ever hoped for in someone to spend the rest of his life with.

Lee walked into his apartment, tired from all the last minute wedding errands, ready to take a nap so he’d be refreshed for the night’s festivities. He stripped off his shirt and headed for the bedroom.

He pushed open the door and stood frozen to see [a woman bent over a massage table. Long curly blonde hair hung down the back of her short black dress. Her hair almost reached the hem of the dress, which rode up her hips to expose a black thong accentuating full hips and a round ass. Her black heels made her long toned legs tighten. ](https://www.reddit.com/r/FlirtyWife/comments/dcguc4/mf4m_m38_f38_hotwife/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)

Handjob Hotwife (F M) part 2

Please read Part 1 first

My cock was now coated in her saliva, and I was as hard as I had ever been, when suddenly she stopped. She raised herself up, and place her hands on my shoulders, slowly but firmly pushing me flat on my back.

She fixed her eyes on mine, and teasingly played with the straps of her top. Her hands slid down, caressing her own breasts, then further down, finding the hem to her top. Slowly she pulled her top up, stretching her trim waist as she did, before revealing the pretty white lace bralette she was wearing, her hard dark pink nipples visible through the material. She tossed her top on the floor and then reached for the flies on her ripped jeans, slowing unbuttoning the poppers, then wriggling out of them. She was wearing a matching white lace thong, again her dark pink pussy lips were visible through the material.

She climbed onto the bed, straddling my right leg and started to grind her sex on my thigh, throwing her head back, thrusting her chest out. She rested her hands on my hips, just either side of my throbbing cock. I could feel how wet she was through her thong as she ground on my thigh, whimpers escaping her mouth every time I flexed my muscles under her.

Erotic Novels?

I’m looking for a well written, but consistantly erotic novel or author that I can download to my Kindle. The stuff you get from Amazon when you search for Erotic Literature is mostly crap (amazing how many are predicated with a woman falling for a ripped Billionare…I mean how many can there be?) Anyhow, any advise will be most appreciated.

The Voting game [caution][peril][no sex][breathplay]

**This is an unfinished work; 95% complete but lacking a finished end and still needs edited for spelling/grammar/final polishing.**

**Disclaimer: THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION. Read it, don’t do it!**

I wasn’t sure what to expect from a title like that, but I clicked anyway. I was surprised to find myself directed to a livefeed, one of those with the live chats on the side. The video was black at first, with a simple countdown in the center of the screen. Apparently whatever I had clicked on was due to start in 6 minutes and change. I went back to the reddit tab; this message had only been posted 4 minutes ago.

*Here’s how this will work, Reddit! began the message, held steadily in front of the camera.*

The card was pulled aside and standing there, head bowed, was a woman. Slight of body with long, curly chestnut hair falling loosely over her shoulders, it was hard to tell her age. Her posture was demure, her hands clasped in front of her, feet together with toes pointed foreward. She wore a shin-length floral print skirt, loose and fluttering lightly in what might have been a breeze or might have been barely contained shivers of…what? Anticipation? Nervousness? Excitement?

Cafe Au Laid [MF]

Cafe Au Laid

Mikaela sits down in one of the empty tables noticing how today seems a little unusual. It’s 9:45 in the morning and the usual crowd of commuters getting their daily fix seems to have dissipated like the morning dew on a hot sunny day. She brushes her blonde hair back, carefully tying it to a ponytail as she soaks her soft hands with the moisture left by the rain she walked through in this cold, but perfect Seattle morning.

She walks confidently to the counter vacillating between which drink she wants to get today: should she go with her usual order of the house drop with some steamed milk on the top or maybe try something new today – she’d been eyeing the store’s new pumpkin spice chai with oatmilk for a few weeks now. She stands still as she gazes on the rectangular chalkboard menu, her black lululemon leggings highlight her toned legs and accentuate her bottom while her white wool knit sweater drapes her upper body. She looked slender and strong but cozy.

Immortal Love, Chapters 8-11 [less adult nursing] [magical realism] [always at least vaginal] [lesbian, fingering, rimming, oral] [voyeur] [lingerie] [NO incest] [all characters 18+]

**Writer’s Note:**

Hi again folks, thanks for the continued interest!

For any who might need a break from the boobies, there’s less adult nursing in this set of chapters. Chapters 8 and 9 feature Anais, but then 10 and 11 are from a different character’s perspective. You’ll meet Madison.

I wanted to give you another glimpse into Marco’s perspective, but the post was too long. You’ll hear from him next time.

This set of chapters has more dialogue and more non-sexy parts. You’ll learn more about the house and the characters’ personalities. I’d like to caveat that these characters have their own opinions that may or may not reflect my own. There are also more characters to come, so if the perspectives seem one-sided, the story will balance out in the future.

A final note: Rebecca is now named Elise. I updated her name in my previous post.

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# Chapter 8

*Anais*

The Incubus’s Cave [M/M, BDSM, Fantasy]

Brad is humiliated when his girlfriend leaves him for a more well endowed man, Simon. But Simon has a secret. He’d formed a deal with an Incubus to increase his size. Now Brad will seek out that same Incubus and enter the demon’s depraved world. But will he ever get back out?

[Chapter One](https://thebawdypen.com/Reader?title=IncubusCave_Chap1)

[Chapter Two](https://thebawdypen.com/Reader?title=IncubusCave_Chap2)

[Chapter Three](https://thebawdypen.com/Reader?title=IncubusCave_Chap3)

[Chapter Four](https://thebawdypen.com/Reader?title=IncubusCave_Chap4)

[Chapter Five](https://thebawdypen.com/Reader?title=IncubusCave_Chap5)

[Chapter Six](https://thebawdypen.com/Reader?title=IncubusCave_Chap6)

[Epilogue](https://thebawdypen.com/Reader?title=IncubusCave_ChapE)

[MF] [FreeUse] [Fiction] The Skylar Chronicles, pt. 5

How much must I have told you so far about my adventures with Skylar? You might consider me an old friend at this point, regaling you with my stories as we sit and enjoy a drink together. I’m happy to inform you that my use of Skylar didn’t end with our New Years resolution on Hazel’s bathroom floor. But this story, while being one piece of the Skylar puzzle, actually has very little direct Skylar involvement.

New Years came and went. Skylar and I rolled in the New Year by making one another cum at a party full of drunk people just after midnight. The rest of the night was pretty mellow compared to that and eventually, once I had sobered up, Skylar and I went home. We returned to our jobs a couple days later and things began to return to normal as the holidays faded away.

Spring Break, Day 1 [MF] [bd] [romance]

Day 1
My flight got in late, but with spring break just starting delayed travel was expected. I worked my way through the terminal towards the baggage claim. I saw him before he saw me. Drake’s back was turned with his nose buried in his phone. I crept as quietly as I could, silently stalking, then with a war cry, I lept onto his back.
“Hi!” I almost shouted.
“Jesus, Charlie! You trying to kill me?” He said, laughing and pulling me in for a hug. “How was the flight?”
“Long and boring. And I’m starving!”
“Rosie’s?” He offered.
Normally I’d jump at the chance, but the long, cramped plane ride had me feeling agitated and uncomfortable. “Eh. What about take out and we’ll just hang out at your place?”
“No worries, dude. Rosie’s will be there.”
Drake grabbed my bag, slinging it over one of his broad shoulder, and lead me to his car.