I had been quietly sitting at the bar, doing a little people-watching on the dance floor, when my eyes caught sight of a gorgeous girl on the edge of the floor. She had a very pretty face and her outfit wasn’t leaving much to the imagination…I could see the outline of her breasts tugging at her top, and they were a perfect size and looked very firm. On top of that, she was wearing a very short skirt, so I could see the full length of her perfectly shaped legs until they ended where her skirt sat on her thighs. Fixed in thought, I didn’t notice when her eyes were directly on mine until it was too late. I was feeling a little embarrassed for staring so obviously, until her mouth spread in a perfect, almost inviting smile.
Category: eroticliterature
Coworkers (Part 3) [FM]
[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/buyfkx/coworkers_ffm/)
[Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/bwbli1/coworkers_part_2_ffm/)
**PART 3**
I lean back in my chair and rub my eyes. Its become tedious reviewing and pulling apart the latest costs log, trying to pull this mess I’ve inherited back into something resembling the original budget. Karen’s timing is absolutely perfect as she peeks her head through the door to my office and asks:
“Hey, you got a minute?”
“Of course.” I reply, happy to minimize the spreadsheet that’s been giving me a headache.
Karen steps in and sits down across from me. It surprises me sometimes how quickly I can shift out of ‘work mode’, as my eyes immediately fall to her chest. Her shirt has been pulled down a bit and I stare at her perfect cleavage. I can’t help myself as my mind immediately begins to imagine reaching out to pull at her shirt, revealing more. I fantasize about trailing kisses along the top of her exposed breasts as I drag my fingers down further, exposing the top edge of her nipple. My tongue follows.
In nature
The other weekend my BF and I were at the beach of a local lake. It seems he was unaccustomed to being around so many half naked babes. He paid little attention to me except an occasional half joking suggestion that we go to the bathroom and bone.
We hung around until nearly dark. As we were leaving we noticed a sign for a nature show. He wanted to go home and have sex but I insisted we stay because this kind of thing doesn’t happen often.
People started showing up around the stage. Most brought folding chairs. We stood at the back so as not to stand in front of people. The show started and we began to hear about local wildlife. Bf stood behind me. He started rubbing his crotch on my bikini bottomed ass. His cock grew ever harder. It was dark so I didn’t mind. Suddenly I feel a bare cock run up my ass and to my back. I shook my head at him but he didn’t stop. The ranger began talking about constellations. Bf pulled my bikini to the side. He slowly slid a finger into my moist little pussy. It felt so dangerous which made me instantly wet. I almost lost my balance and grabbed the back of a chair in front of me. The man in the chair looked around to see what was going on. I apologized and said I got a bit to much sun and was dizzy. He said to hang on as long as I wanted. My BF never slowed down finger banging my hole.
The Curling Iron (or: how my daughter’s friend and I seduced each other): Part 2. [MF] [First Person]
The path from the kitchen to the bedroom is an obstacle course. Every step of the way, a piece of clothing hits the ground with the most satisfying *thud*. A scarf. A shoe. A bracelet. Another shoe. And then my belt.
We pause and give each other the wildest grins as we officially cross the point of no return.
Carrying her with those legs still fastened around my waist, her hands clawing at my back, those strawberry blonde curls tickling my neck, and our lips fused together, we navigate this minefield, stumble into my room, and finally collapse onto the bed.
I’m dizzy from the glee, from the smell of her perfume, from the sight of that porcelain skin becoming more flushed by the second. She straddles me as my hands find their way into her blouse and start to explore that silky skin I’ve always dreamed of.
“How long have you wanted this?” she asks me, breathily.
“Longer than you can fucking imagine”, I respond.
But before that final switch is flipped and my morals are turned off for good, the last functioning brain cell lights up. I wince from this interruption to my soul. But I manage to get the words out:
Side-Effects [MF] [Oral] [drugs]
“One pill in the morning and one in the evening,” said an exasperated Jennifer Jermaine, “do they really think we’ll screw that up?”
“For all the legal crap they made us sign, I’d say yeah. They think it’s a distinct possibility,” said her roommate and boyfriend, Zane Crayton.
“Even with the promise of five hundred bucks and extra credit for our bio class?”
“They’re probably hedging their bets. Makes me think they’re the ones with severe anxiety issues.”
Jennifer shook her head and sighed as they pulled into the parking lot for their apartment building. She should’ve been more excited about earning easy money. Both she and Zane were the perfect embodiment of financially challenged college students, having spent the past two years pinching pennies just to keep their student loan debts from ballooning. Any amount of money should’ve made them feel somewhat less anxious.
Then again, that was the trickiest part about having generalized anxiety disorder. Even when something good came along to alleviate their many stresses, it did little to ease her troubled mind. Mitigating one source of stress just meant shifting her focus to another. It had been plaguing her since middle school. Zane claimed to have dealt with it since the fifth grade and, having known him since childhood, she didn’t doubt that for a second.
Teaser For A Story I’m About To Write [NC] [MMMF]
“Chase, Don requires your presence in his room, immediately.”
Chase shut his eyes, gathered his patience and forced out a reply to his boss’ private secretary: “Sure, Sandra, I’d be there right away.”
“What the fuck does he want now?” Chase thought silently as he grudgingly rose from his seat and headed towards Don’s room.
It has been 3 years since Chase slaved his life away in this wretched company. He has been pouring out his blood, sweat and tears for the sake of a pay check, yet Don the manager had never strived to make his life any easier.
An offer from Stacks Corporation had come his way, 3 days ago. Better pay, better benefits, and finally the chance to get the fuck out of Don’s way. He is yet to break the news, perhaps he’d do it now.
*Knocks*
“Get your ass in here, Chase.”
Chase opened the door. Don’s big, muscular body rests snugly behind his luxurious leather chair and his sharp pair of dark eyes pierces through Chase the moment he walked in. 3 years it has been, yet Don’s malicious and threatening presence never once waned.
“Sit.”
The Hidden Vibrator – Part One [FF][SQUIRTING][PEE][PUBLIC]
“Here.” Ryoko said in her usual, emotionless tones. “This is for you.”
In her outstretched hand was a small, pink rubbery vibrator. Its vibrant colors stood in sharp contrast to Ryoko’s drab, colorless sense of style. Gingerly, I took it from her hand, trying to figure out which end goes where.
“And this,” she said, holding up a remote, “is for me.” She pressed a button, and I let out a startled gasp as the vibrator began buzzing in my hand.
“Can I at least go to the bathroom first?” I pleaded.
“No.” she replied. “Put it in.”
Turning it around in my hand, I determined that the big end goes in first. I reached under my skirt, pulled down my leggings and pulled aside my panties, pushing it between my lips. As I was doing so, It suddenly vibrated strongly. I squeaked in surprise, and glared at Ryoko, who had what could almost pass as a smile on her face. The brief vibration managed to get me wet enough that I could slip it inside, and I pulled my panties back over the vibrator as best as I could. I straightened up, adjusting myself a little, then nodded at Ryoko. We put on our jackets and headed out into the brisk autumn air.
The Game Changer [MF] [First Person]
Some years ago, when I was living in Brooklyn…
…we were headed to my new apartment. As soon as my door was closed, I pulled my new friend close to me, and opened my mouth on hers. I could taste the sweet moscato on her tongue when I sucked it. She gasped pleasantly into my mouth when she felt herself backed on the wall. Those gasps continued when my mouth trailed down to her neck, and she felt my teeth sink in gently. My hands traveled freely around her body, grasping her thighs, squeezing her ass, bring her hips close to mine, so she could feel the…rigid effect she had on me. She stopped me after a bit to grab her purse. I was expecting her to pull out a Trojan. But what came out was something I was not expecting at all: a quartet of long, silk, vanilla scarves.
Now, I must admit, this was the first time anyone had brought anything like this into my realm of play. And I suppose she caught that slight look of confusion in my eye. She smiled, shook her head, and preceded to take mine, asking where the bedroom was, and leading me to my own room. When we entered, she began to explain the motive behind her not-so-neckwear, and she began to strip…
Groped, Betrayed, Blackmailed PART 2 [blackmail],[NC] [FF] [MF]
Earl watched as Lisa almost crumbled to the floor when he showed her the video. He had asked her to stop by his house after school one day and give him an opinion about some remodeling he was doing. His wife was out of town, and they would have a couple of hours to themselves. More than enough time.
With the video playing over and over in front of them, Lisa listened , dumbstruck, as Earl told her what she was expected to do. At first she tried to reason with him, telling him there was no way she could go through with it. He simply drew her attention to the TV screen, where she was in the throes of passion as the blonde buried her head between her legs, and then watched as Lisa returned the favor. How would her husband react if he saw it, How would her employer react, her friends ? Where would she go, what would she do ? Soon , Lisa was listening carefully, the two of them working together to figure how to lure Vicki into the trap.
The Curling Iron (or: how my daughter’s friend and I seduced each other), Part 1. [MF] [First Person]
“*Really?*” I repeat to myself, pacing around obsessively enough to set the floor on fire. “*Are you really becoming that guy?*” It’s not long before all that mental energy is redirected to wiping this stupid—and increasingly perverted—grin off my face.
I’m failing. Hard.
She’s coming over. She’ll be bringing those strawberry blonde curls, those green eyes that I can already feel piercing my soul, that silky porcelain skin, and the leggings that cling to those curves practically engineered to make my heart burst out of my chest. Never mind what they do to everything *below* my chest.
“Repeat after me”, I whisper to myself, scoffing between every word at how corny I must sound. “She’s 18—that’s legal. You’re 42—that’s *creepy*.”
And, of course, what makes it so fun. The chase, with a whole lotta taboo on the side—neither of which I’m allowed to indulge. But it’s too late. I’m officially that guy. The guy attracted to his daughter’s friends.
And, of all times, during the summer before college. I’m praying that my self-awareness—of the laughable cliché that this situation is—can overpower the shakiness hitting my legs the minute I hear the doorbell ring. I take a deep breath. I turn to the kitchen table and start to fumble around, looking for the curling iron she left at last night’s sleepover. She’s here to pick it up.