collection of stories you shouldn't read at work
I’m a new erotica writer on Tumblr who also has her own Patreon. I’d like to publicize my work more but am unsure if this is the right venue to do so on Reddit. Please help?
My work focuses on D/s, light BDSM themes, historical settings, and just plain hot sex. I can’t really post my stories here because they are based on a gif(s).
We pulled up after sundown and the party had already started. Some old highschool friends had invited me over to meet my new girlfriend and we pulled up just as the guys were coming outside for a smoke. Jim lit up a cigarette and passed it to Glenn. Jason stood with them holding a beer and nudged Glenn, pointing at the car.
“Hey! There’s the son of a Bitch now! Get your ass out here you bastard!” Glenn hollered, waving us over. The three of them whooped and yelled out at us like a couple of frat boys. I palmed my face and shook my head in faux shame. Amy giggled at me and squeezed my upper arm.
“I’m sure I’m going to get along with them just fine, they look like a lot of fun!” I gave her a look of confusion, half jokingly. “Oh don’t even! It’ll be fine now come on. Get your ass out of the car and introduce me!”
I am trying to find this story that I have read before but I have forgotten the title.
The story is about a guy who has an highschool relationship with a girl but he moves away, years later when he has got a daughter with another woman he meets the highschool girl again and he finds out that he and her had a daughter. The woman and the girl end up moving in with the dad and the other daughter and the parents start to teach the children about sex.
My girlfriend and her bff I guess used to hook up. They used strapons and all. She told me about the whole thing. I’m looking for someone to write a few stories about a few sexual encounters they might have had.
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Upon request, I pulled my vibrator out of the box, sitting it on his asshole. I turn it on, giving him a slight preview of his fantasy. Sliding it up and down his taint, gently massaging his prostate.. Bringing him to full erection. My goal after getting him erect is to milk his prostate, giving him the ultimate pleasure. Between his moans and seeing pre-cum drip from his penis as he sits on all fours, I realize that I am completing my job.
She looked so peaceful lying there, a strand of ashy blonde hair tucked behind her ear, her full lips parted slightly as she breathed deeply. David’s dark brown eyes moved from her slumbering face down the length of her body. Lexi was sleeping in a tight white tank top and a pair of cotton panties the color of lavender that clung snugly to her hips. Her plump breasts pushed against the tank top, aching to be released. The outlines of her hard, pink nipples poked through. A small sliver of her tanned, soft stomach peaked out from where the tank top had lifted in her sleep. That was the thing about Lexi. She was abundantly soft and small.
David continued his gaze, passing his eyes over her thick thighs and her smooth legs. She was lying on her back with her shapely legs curled up to the side. This is what David wanted. He wanted her right now; he couldn’t wait for her to wake up. Just staring at her started to make his cock harden in his jeans.
Im looking for a story I read on literotica – it’s about a boy who’s mom died, who comes home to see his dad having sex with his twin sister. Thinking it’s not consensual, he crossdresses as his sister so that his dad will have sex with him instead. Then he learns it was consensual and they have a 3some
A few months ago my wife and I hosted an amazing party. We have a small house, so it was mostly outside. Many of our guests were from out of state, so we ended up with a ton of people crashing at our house. Both guest rooms re filled with a couple, our office had an air mattress with a couple, dining room closed off with a couple, some people crashed in the living room already.
One of my wife’s chronically single friends was helping us clean up, and when we were all gonna go to bed, there pretty much was nowhere left for her to sleep! My wife says to her that we have a king size bed with a large soft mattress top and she can sleep in our bed. We all agree. Somehow, amazingly, I end up in the middle. We all pretty much konk out immediately.
Later on, maybe an hour or two, I awoke on my side spooning my wife’s friend! I’ll describe her quickly now: tall, maybe 6 foot or just shy, and very nice breasts and curvy hips. Easy on the eyes for sure.
If you go to enough of them, all parties start to feel the same after a while; the same music, the same conversations, the same drinks. And that night was no different. I had been partying a lot around that time. After finishing up *Game of Thrones*, I needed time to let my hair down, especially after saying goodbye to *Arya* for the last time. That night, I was at a beach party near my hometown, Bristol. England was about a month into a heatwave that was supposed to only last a week. After months spent filming in heavy costumes, it felt so good to finally wear bikinis again, to feel the soft sand dance between my toes, the sun warming my skin.
Claire sighed at the mirror in front of her as she went through the final motions of primping. She used a q-tip to clean up the lines of color she’d applied on her lips, another one to clear the extra eyeshadow dust that had settled under her bottom eyelashes. This was so much work for just a date, so much investment with not much history of a return.
She was frustrated, but so much so she didn’t know how to explain it. She was 26 and on her own, in what felt like a twilight phase of life without the plainly laid-out direction of college but before she had figured out what she wanted, and this was extremely evident in her sex life. She had hooked up back in the dorms but never truly saw the point. She wasn’t even sure she had ever had an orgasm. Sex felt like an obligation, just like putting on makeup did right now. The past few months had been about trying to change that: signing up for dating apps, putting herself out there, being up for new people and experiences, but none of this work had paid off yet.