Category: eroticliterature

[Request] Looking for a particular sex story between two lifelong college age friends. More details in the comment section.

The story is from the point of view of a male. He has two friends that come back from college (I think). A guy and a girl and they decide to sneak into their neighbors pool. They dare each other to undress which they do. The neighbors then come home and the main characters buddy is able to book it out of there, while the main character and the girl are stuck hiding in a small shed. They spy on the neighbors as the neighbors start having sex in the pool. The main character and the girl become aroused and as a result of their cramped, sweaty situation, they “accidentally” have sex.

The story and the relationship then develop from there.

Night on The Town, Part 2 [MF] [Oral] [Lite Exh] [Third Person]

(Part 1 can be found [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/6pt13u/night_on_the_town_part_1_mf_oral_lite_exh_third/).

 

 

 

Their car rolled up to the valet in front of Chez Trois, and Mark killed the ignition. “Oh, Lord,” he said before he opened the door.

“He even has a pencil moustache. He’s judging us already.”

“Stop it,” Kate said, rolling her eyes. “He is not.”

Mark looked at her, his hand on the door handle. “Are you kidding me? This guy probably parks Rolls Royces and Lamborghinis on the regular.”

“So he’ll be thankful for the change of pace.” Kate popped open the door and stepped out, greeting the valet with a smile. “Good evening.”

“Good evening, madam, sir,” the man said with the slight incline of his head. He accepted the keys from Mark with another nod. If he looked disgusted at their modest, sensible sedan, Kate didn’t see it.

“I hope your meals aren’t too filling,” Kate said as the valet began to walk around the car. “I had dessert on the way over. Couldn’t help myself.”

“Er…yes madam,” the valet replied, struggling to keep his dispassionate mask of professional boredom on his face. Read more »

From the Tip of Your Tongue, Mercy Awaits [MF] light [BDSM]

First time posting here. Let’s see how this goes, hmm?
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His hands slide up my hips, beneath the silky fabric of my panties and he hooks his thumbs into the waistband before dragging them down, past my thighs, my knees, my calves, letting them tangle briefly in my toes before finally ripping them from me. I move fast to cover my nakedness, to tug my dress down to hide my body. I cross my ankles and he tuts at me. My panties are against his face, and he inhales deep, smelling me; my anticipation, my desire, my apprehension.

He throws the cloth down on to the bed and wraps his hands around my ankles. His index fingers stroke the bones there before he rips my legs open. I whine. I struggle. He slaps the insides of my thighs until they are stingy and red and hot. Until I stop struggling.

“Lift your dress back up.”

I blush. I giggle. I close my eyes.

“Lift your dress up, *girl.*” Read more »

Slumber Party [FF]

It was a slumber party of sorts. A half a dozen of my best girlfriends had rented a couple hotel rooms at the casino. Being thrifty, we packed three girls to a room. Jessica and I decided to share a bed, probably because we felt most familiar with each other. I had no idea how much more familiar we would get later that night.

After an intense night of heavy drinking and light gambling we all retired to our room. The bed Jessica and I shared was small so we huddled together under the covers in a drunken tangle. We drifted off that way, an elegant tangle of bare legs and arms. However, I awoke to her stirring next to me later that night…

I moved my hand from the warmth of her belly and traced my fingertips lightly over the exceptional curves of her waistline. I admired her body with my touch as I followed the curve of her hip with my finger. When she turned to me her mouth hovered so closely to mine I could feel her breath on my lips when she whispered…”lower.” Read more »

Pushing Her Limits [Hotwife] [MC]

This is my first story on Reddit, I’ve gone back and forth on whether or not to post this half of the story. I’ve gotten pretty far on this one, should I publish a part 2? If I don’t get any answers, I’ll just figure it wasn’t meant to be and just let the story hang and not work on it anymore. Since it’s unfinished, is there a direction I should go?

~@~@~Pushing Her Limits~@~@~

“I’ll bet the Rangers do beat the Mighty Ducks,” I say confidently.

“I think you’re crazy, there’s no way the Rangers will beat the Ducks,” Susan says as the points a red nailed finger at me. “The Ducks look fantastic this year and they’ve already beaten the Rangers once, so why wouldn’t they do it again?”

“Because it’s hockey, darling. Anything can happen on any particular night.”

She’s always been a big hockey fan, but I had no idea she felt this confident about it. She also seemed oddly aggressive as well. I start to wonder how far I could push her with her confidence. “Want to make a little wager? If you’re so damn sure that the Ducks are going to win, let’s make a little bet.” Read more »

Risky [MF]

I dragged my small suitcase into the foyer and I hugged my old friend. I was glad to finally be on the ground after a long day and an especially uncomfortable flight. It was late and I was tired. I was in town for a conference and my college buddy Alex had invited me to stay with him and his wife at their place. They lived just a couple states away from me but we rarely visited each other. It was good to see him.

Alex replied, “No problem Rob, we’re happy to have you. Our house is your house. Just excuse the mess”.

I looked around the living area. Alex and Michelle’s house was cozy in a average, suburban sort of way. I glanced to see the mess Alex mentioned – I could smell drywall and see some boards lying on the hallway floor.

“We’ve been wanting to really make something of that room for years, its bad timing that we temporarily don’t have a guestroom just as you’re in town!”

Michelle smiled at me and chimed in.

“The room plans are amazing. It will look so cool next time you visit in another 5 years.” Read more »

First Night Out – Act 1 & 2 | [F/F] [M/F] | She’s learning how to live and let go.

^The ^first ^two ^chapters ^of ^my ^attempt ^to ^write ^an ^erotic ^story!

######*Constructive* Criticism is welcome!

##**First Night Out**

Abigale is an awkward 19 y/o college student who has always walked the straight and narrow. With the help of her friend Sam, she starts to learn about life’s pleasures and begins to break out of her shell.

###[Act 1: Prelude To Party](https://filthy.media/first-night-out) [1st] [F/F] [NoSex]

Sam pressures Abigale into agreeing to go to the club with her. While getting ready, Abigale experiences her first intimate moment, she never expected it would be with another girl.

###[Act 2: Dining Out](https://filthy.media/first-night-out-act-2) [1st] [M/F] [Oral]

Sam introduces Abigale to her friends, Kriss and Jonah, before heading to the club. Shortly after arrival, Abigale finds herself alone with Jonah, who makes his desires for her quite clear.

Night on The Town, Part 1 [MF] [Oral] [Lite Exh] [Third Person]

Mark draped a few ties on their bed as he put on his belt. The door to the master bath opened and Kate walked out, a towel wrapped around her. She walked up behind him and peeked over his shoulder.

“The black one,” she said, pressing her body up against his, her lips lightly brushing the nape of his neck.

“You don’t think I should pick something more…I don’t know, festive?” Mark replied.

“I think you should match your date,” Kate said with a light giggle, walking into their closet. Even after so many years, Mark was still enchanted by her airy laugh. “Besides, you know *Chez Trois* is the fanciest restaurant in the city. The atmosphere’ll be more ‘restrained’ and ‘dignified’, not ‘festive’.”

Her husband shrugged, buttoning up his white shirt. “Take it to mean your new dress is black?”

“Among other things,” Kate said as she walked out of their closet. Read more »

She realized he was actually going to do it, he was really going to spank her this time. [Mf]

For once she was speechless as he loomed over her in the living room, his hands on his hips, she tried to keep looking at the TV but she knew he was right there and at his end with her.

He had come home from work, and there she was, still in her sweats exactly like she had been when he left early that morning. Its not that she had assigned chores around the house every day, but she had very clearly not done a single damn thing all day except sit and bingewatch. The room was a mess, she was a mess, and there were things she needed to have done today, she was taking classes and there was always homework, and she hadn’t done any of that, and she said (promised even) she was going to talk to the landlord about the tub leaking and she hadn’t done that either. Even though she said she would.
The worst part was she copped that attitude she has when he confronted her about all of this. And it wasn’t the first time they had this fight, and she hadn’t learned, she didn’t just admit it and realize what she had done, instead she got defiant and then confrontational, argumentative and started justifying things. She just couldn’t help herself and they had fought about that before. Eventually she confessed she gets caught up, wrapped up, distracted, like she can’t settle her mind down. He had said he knows a way to fix that when they fought about all this before, but she certainly didn’t think he was serious about going through with that as a solution to her behavior. Read more »

Deerplain Donna 8

When Miss Vyce wrote down the name Brent Flint on the post it, I was surprised that he had requested my employ in another hotel.

Are you confused? Let’s play catch up. I have ADHD and I will lose you from time to time. Sorry, I do that.

So, I was hitting on “marshmallow tits” at the front desk where I work. Miss Vyce cock blocked me with a false accusation and dragged me into her office. She told me that I had to take some time off because a certain patron of the hotel refused to stay at the hotel because of our strict “no fraternization” policy. They would have a temp employee work in my place.

The hotel agreed because Mr. Flint had informed them that he would come to the hotel on his next stay if all parties involved were satisfied by the current arrangement.

So, yeah, “The Gunsmith” story happened a few months ago. I’m currently in the trunk of a 2017 Dodge Charger. The driver is an asshole, and she isn’t cornering well. But I’ll get to that later. Sorry. I do that. Read more »