Jen (MF)

Jen (MF)

Hi, I’m 44 years old and constantly horny. I’m married to my best friend of 10 years, but am constantly horny. Unfortunately for me, my wife is not. She is a great person and very caring but simply doesn’t have the sexual drive that I do.

All this to say that over the years I spent many days and/or nights jerking off to porn, erotic stories, hell even erotic audio. All of this was great until one day someone introduced me to Reddit. Reddit is a website dedicated to connecting people with like minded interests. I made a profile and searched reddit near and far for the right people. I met some amazing people along the way. I met some people I still correspond with to this day. This story is about a lady named Jen that I met. I call her Jen because her user name was Noname. I always wanted to fuck a Jen so I gave her that name.

I don’t share much personal info on reddit but I share plenty of pictures. In fact, that’s how I met Jen.

making you mine

I always did enjoy having you around kitten. You were fun to talk to, sweet, funny…

And so, so fucking oblivious. You never really figured out that your boyfriends roomate wanted you. Did you? That he stroked his cock while you were in the other room riding him. That he stroked it to the sounds of your frustrations…
Even using other women to get off didn’t do enough. Inevitably I’d get bored with a new toy and go back to fantasy. Until one day I decided I needed you.

You were asleep much later than normal, while you’re boyfriend was out at work. I had been kept up all night with the sounds of you desperately trying, and failing, to cum. I decided to do something about it.

You start to stir, groggily wondering what that feeling is. And why it feels so fucking good. Whose beard is brushing over your sensitive skin, whose tongue is writhing deep inside your kitty.
Surely he had come back home for some reason? He had seen you sleeping and taken advantage. Either way. You were moaning like a wet little whore, weren’t you pet?

Enter The Labyrinth Act I – Part 1 [GAY][HORROR]

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Warning: this is a work of homosexual erotic horror. It contains dark themes including but not limited to rape, torture, slavery, kidnapping, and some surreal kinks. It does not include any bestiality, piss or scat play, or underage content. Please read responsibly.

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Avi woke up to a splitting headache. His throat was dry, and he was covered in cold sweat. A nightmare.

Of course, Avi was prone to nightmares. It had been a problem for his entire life, and now, at the age of twenty, he was used to experiencing these symptoms after a typical night terror. But this time, something was off.

Avi’s eyelids drifted open, the salty sweat on his face stinging his eyes as his eyes focussed on his blurry surroundings. It was dark. Very dark.

It was at this point that Avi realized that he was not in his bed, curled up next to his lovely Ryan. In fact, he was standing up. He was completely naked, standing barefoot on a cold, hard stone floor with his back against a stone pillar. His hands were restrained, chained to the pillar behind him. He had to shake his head to get his thick head of dark hair out of his eyes.

Here’s Something I Wrote a While Ago. I Thought Somebody Might Enjoy It. [M/F]

You wake up to the smell of breakfast, a rich smell of bacon, eggs, biscuits, and gravy. Staring blankly up at the ceiling, it takes you a full minute to consider that you have no idea who is cooking. It take you another full minute to come to the groggy realization that you are not in your apartment. “This is far too nice,” you think, laughing at your own possessions in comparison. The furniture alone must be worth thousands of dollars. The bedroom is massive, and there’s a fireplace in the corner. The walls are painted a soothing blue, and the trim that lines the ceiling is rather ornate. The pictures on the wall are famous prints—you recognize them from an Art class you took as a college sophomore.
At least you got a good night’s rest. The bed is extremely comfortable. It’s one of those expensive Tempur-Pedic memory foam mattresses, and your body is snugly enveloped by it. The sand colored sheets must have a high thread count, as they feel silky smooth against your body. The blanket is pillow-soft, and it’s one of those that can make getting out of bed impossible. The feather pillow behind your head feels as though you’ve been resting on a cloud. For the first time in years, you have no aches, no pain, and no strain in your neck. If you had any idea about where you were, you’d be content with staying in bed all day.

[F/M] An indulgent shower, a secret shared [ethical non-monogamy] [submissive] [true story]

The warmth of the water washes over us as we enjoy an indulgent shower where cleanliness is the last of either of our thoughts. Pools of water between my cleavage and his strong chest when we pull close for kisses. Droplets of water cling to our bodies, emphasizing curves and bulges. Rivulets running along every crack, every line where a prominent vein sticks out.

As with all indulgent showers, I feel calm and relaxed. All of my anxieties, the deadlines from work, the things I should do around the house, the bills I should pay, the friends I should call more often… all of it falls away as this sensual shared experiences overpowers all of them. The way the shower always overpowers the world feels so similar to the way _he_ can overpower _me_ when he needs to take control away from me, when he can see that I’m struggling to let it all go the way I want to.

I don’t know how long we’ve been grinning at each other, nipping, licking, touching, kissing, biting, grabbing… I do know that I am done with everything else in the universe other than this man and this moment. Ecstasy requires a clear mind, and I require the blissful orgasmic oblivion that such a dominant lover brings.

Your Chance [MF]

This is a much longer story than usual, but I hope you stay for the whole ride. I enjoyed myself writing it, and hope it has the same effect on you. Comments and suggestions are welcome.
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You’ve never hid the fact that you want to fuck me. All those years, always flirting but never acting. I admit, I teased you. I loved how you desperately wanted me. It wasn’t that I didn’t find you attractive. Your steel blue eyes contrast against your dark hair and seem to pierce my soul. We just never seemed to be in the same relationship place at the same time. Time marches on, and all of that. Now we’ve reconnected at an old friends’ wedding and the tension is palatable. Even your snooty wife felt it. She been bitching at you all evening and finally went to bed after too much wine. The after party at the hotel bar is winding down and only a few of us are left, telling the same old stories of “back in the day.”

A New Life: Part Six [MF] [Straight Sex] [Interracial] [Busty] [Huge Boobs] [GILF]

Chapter Six: Being Alone

It took a couple of months for things to die down completely. The first week Henry filled my texts and calls, blaming me for his apparent ‘demotion’ as he put it, as he was taken off his regular patrol and put somewhere else.

Then after I blocked him, he started to come by unannounced, never as far as coming inside or approaching me, but I always saw his car driving by my workplace or by a house I was trying to sell. It would always roll by or stay parked until I noticed, then speed off.

Alexander often asked if I wanted him to take care of it, but I knew it would die down. Henry was just mad, and this was his way of venting.

Finally, it took me storming over to his house to get things settled.

I told him it was over, and no matter how much ‘space’ he was going to give me or ‘attention’ he wanted to get, I wasn’t coming back to him.

Teaching Respect (MMF)

My name is Jan, you don’t get the rest because I do have a life, at least for now. I am a middle aged, somewhat over muscled but still curvy redhead with Jessica Rabbit like curves. Yes, gravity is a thing, and my boobs no longer ignore it, but that just means when they bounce they get even more attention.

I can tell you my mistake. I agreed to meet up in person, in public, so I’m not a total idiot, with a man I had been corresponding with about erotic writing. We have similar kinks, or opposite I guess. I am that proper woman your mother always wanted you to bring home, or at least I was. I was a virgin until university, had one relationship prior to my husband, and that was my total score card. Two men.

I am a happily married professional woman, a wife, mother, teacher, community volunteer, the whole nine yards. I am also secretly very sexually submissive, but forced at home, at work and in volunteer work to always be in the dominant leadership roles. It is required because no one else wants to do the heavy lifting and make the hard calls, so I get things done.

Having the Gordon’s baby [M/F, dubious consent]

Sarah was about to turn on the dryer when she heard a tap on her door. “Do you have a minute, sweetie?” Mom said from the other side. “Sure, what is it?” Sarah answered. But Mom just came in, and Dad, and sat on her bed as she stared at them like a deer in the headlights. Okay, so what was this all about?

“Why don’t you take a seat, hun” Dad said to her with a pleasant smile. Sarah sat down apprehensively. “What’s going on, you guys?” she asked. Mom had seemed way too…smiley the last few days. She’d insisted on going for a jog and that Sarah join her, then that Sarah shower right after, and now she was beaming a big goofy awkward smile at her. Sarah wasn’t smiling.

“Oh, we just wanted to bring you in on a little something that’s going on, that’s all” Dad began, choosing his words carefully. Sarah’s mind raced. *Were they…getting a divorce? Moving? What the hell?*

Morning Masturbation Meditation- Spiritual/Witchcraft

She wanted to further her practice in connecting spiritually to the Earth so she decided to do her morning meditation in the nude. As she sat down, the morning grass still damp with dew gently tickle her anus and vagina. She takes a few deep cleansing breaths to geound herself into the space. A cool breeze makes her nipples hard and erect. The sun’s warm rays caress her skin, giving her goosebumps and a tingling feeling spreads across her body. She continued through her sun salutation yoga practice noticing when she bends over the pleasant warmth of the sun on her anus.

As she entered shivasana she could not help but think about the pleasant sensations she felt. Soon her own vagina was warm and damp like the ground beneath her. She entered a deep trance like state through focusing her breath. Feeling it enter and exit her body while her chest rose and fell. She felt as if she has melted into the Earth and was breathing in sync with Mother Nature. She could not ignore the pulsing feeling between her legs activating her root Chakra. The energy she felt was immense as it gradually built up inside her. She felt a primal and animalistic urge inside her. She wanted – no she NEEDED to be closer to the Earth.