Alright quick question, has anyone read a story about a girl named Jade and she was a student and this guy met her in a bar and turns out the guy was her teacher. I haven’t been on this sub in a year or so, so if anyone knows the name of what I’m talking about please let me know. Thanks! (It might be in this sub or another I don’t remember)
Category: eroticliterature
Peeping Edel [F18, F???, M30] [Watching, Slow and Sensual, Fandom]
A glance around the corner of a dark wooden hall affirms its vacancy. Knowing the punishment for being out after curfew, and knowing that even her status as heir to the throne couldn’t stop it, Edelgard Von Hresvelg quickly darts down the shadowy passage. Her years at the monastery have taught her which floorboards creak and which doors guard the lightest sleepers. She moves through the teacher’s dormitories like a shadow, gripping a textbook tightly in her arms as she nervously surveys each new area before dashing through it.
She is not out for trouble tonight. There is no plot to meet with any cute boy (or girl, for that matter) or to rendezvous with shady figures in trenchcoats. She does not intend to bear witness to the sight waiting for her.
No, she simply means to request her professor’s assistance with a particularly thorny homework assignment. She’s a senior at the monastery, having just come of age, but even she needs the occasional tutoring. She knows her professor, the expressionless mercenary-turned-teacher, won’t bother questioning why the hour is so late. All she has to do is make it there.
Filling the void… [18M] [solo]
Never before had a singular, solitary word ever been loaded with such significance. Its pulse in and out of opacity was small in comparison to the fearful rhythm of my heart. The butterflies in my stomach began to hunt as if they hadn’t eaten in years, because they hadn’t. The word in question was not a stranger to me. It hid the secrets of infinity for it was the precursor to man’s greatest blessing: that being, ironically, more words.
“Typing…”
Those few pixels were my gospel, my monitor was my pearly gates. If a world existed in which these short two syllables, in this moment did not exist, there would simply be no point in living. Like most conflicts, from the woes that shook Shakespeare to grind iambic pentameter to war with death tolls unknown, this devotion to such a blessing was the fault of man’s greatest inheritance, a proclivity for other human beings. I found myself in the state of utter adoration that poets and writers and actors would spew to a paying crowd. Notions of close warmth and intense intimacy that I would roll my eyes at now seemed to live at the forefront of my conscience. It was as if this person had unlocked the weight clinging to my core and cured me of the chains that composed my veins. I observed myself taking up less space in my bed at night, cuddled up in an ocean of fabric, almost as if it had always been built for two. Rather than fantasies of flight or adventure I instead dreamed of wet lips not inches from electric contact, bodies so close together that the flesh would appear as one and a nose rubbing playfully against my own under a low, muted light.
Part 1, The Woman in the Window [F, FF. STALKER, 18+ , NSFW]
She was in the kitchen cooking when he came up to the back door. It was a sliding glass door and he could hear the music playing. She was at the stove, in what looked like nothing but a long t-shirt and nothing else. The shirt was dark blue, made her long strawberry blonde hair stand out. It was straight, and shiny, kind of like what you would expect in a shampoo commercial. He could smell what was cooking- spaghetti. She was moving around at the stove, swaying her hips from side to side. She must be only around 5’4 maybe 5’5 , he thought. She’s one of those medium heavy people, probably aroubd 170, nothing he couldnt handle. He’d been watching her. Every day. She wakes up at 530 every morning. He watches as she leaves to go workout, stops by Dutch coffee afterwards for her soy latte, and comes home to work. At 3pm she walks her dog, a golden retriever puppy. They walk around the block 4 times and after that, she hardly leaves her home. She doesn’t get visitors and she doesn’t go out. She’s absolutely perfect. The type of woman he would want to date, if “dating” was what he was in to. His favorite time of day though was at 730PM. Like clock work, 730 she stands with her back to the window and undresses. Gets ready for her bath. On the 4th branch of the large oak tree in her yard, he can watch with no problems.
Fine Print [M40s/F23(softly F30s/F23)][Exhibition][Public Humiliation][Public Nudity][Free-Use][Mdom/Fsub][Fdom/Fsub]
The ‘uniform’ hung in front of her, barely less fabric than her bikini in senior year. It was nothing like what the other maids she saw on site had – the denim-blue shapeless dress or button-down and matching pants, combined with a thick linen apron, gloves and a variety of shoes definitely not stipulated by the contract.
Not like her uniform, where whoever designed it clearly forgot that clothing was supposed to be covering the body. The lace-decorated stilettos were worrisome enough already, since she wasn’t sure how she’d be able to walk in this set. The white garter belt and stockings, sheer to the point of being more bits of lace attached to pearlescent tissue, were not much better, but that was nothing compared to the actual ‘uniform’ portion of the outfit.
There in front of her hung an apron, sheer enough where she could see the hanger and wall behind the fabric. The thing would barely cover from her nipples to her thighs, and certainly did not cover anything beyond the square right in front of her. It wouldn’t be so bad though if there was anything else to go with it.
Kendra Will Do Anything For Her Wealthy Patron p4 (M45/F25/F22) (threesome)(MFF) (escort) (interracial) (big tits)
Kendra spent the rest of the afternoon, naked on the yacht. She lay out, tanning with a glass of champagne and some grapes, enjoying the gentle rock of the boat, and openly masturbating. She knew the men’s eyes were devouring her body, which only made her hornier. Her patron only watched, perhaps saving up for the evening after being drained so many times that day, and encouraged the captain to take a solo run with his slut.
While bringing the next glass of champagne, Kendra thanked the captain by taking his cock to the back of her throat. Soon, she was getting her delicious body pounded again. Her eyes met her patron’s and started to cum, seeing how entranced and hard her performance made him. She straddled the captain, riding him savagely while the hot sun beamed down, her moans and dirty talk loud and uninhibited. At her patron’s permission, the captain unloaded in Kendra’s sweet pussy.
Bobby’s first BJ (M18/F37) [FM, oral, assplay]
When I was younger, I delivered newspapers, and one of my deliveries was to a liquor store three-quarters of a mile from my home. The man who owned the store told me to let him know once I turned 18. He gave me a part-time job after school.
I (Bobby, M18) worked alone from 2pm to 6pm except on state lottery nights—Mondays and Thursdays. Those days, I overlapped with Charlene (F37) starting at 3:30. Charlene was going through a rough patch. She’d lost custody of her kid and was smoking a lot of weed. But to an 18-year-old guy she was enticing. She was of entirely average looks, but she had a dirty mind. She loved to take a _Playboy_ or _Hustler_ magazine off the shelf, show me some of the girls, and tease me about them. She never had to ask if I was a virgin—it was obvious.
Anyway, one week in the summer she was out sick. I was in college now and had no summer classes, so I was working the 8am-2pm shift. She called up and asked me to get a couple of things from the convenience store and bring them to her house, about a block away from my parents’.
[DOM/SUB] She (F20’s) asked me (M20’s) to show her rough sex and some kinks, but I think I’m falling in love
Tessa is laying on my lap.
Can we take a second to talk about how unbelievable that is?
This woman hated me with a passion of a hundred suns.
Up until a couple of weeks ago, to hear Tessa speak of me… you’d think I cut her off in traffic in a road rage while cheating on her with a racist billionaire who owns sweat shops in Vietnam.
Now she is laying on my lap.
What changed?
Well, sex.
We have sex now.
And it’s fucking delicious eye-roll-inducing perfect fucking sex. Yeah I said “fucking” twice in a row. I guess you’re not supposed to do that in good writing. But I’m describing a hot woman who spreads her naked legs for me and calls me daddy, so I’ll fucking say whatever I want.
We’re in my bed. Together.
She is dressed, sadly. But her clothes won’t last.
She is peacefully laying on my chest while we watch tv together.
*Porn*, actually. We’re watching porn.
Or… studying porn? Is that a thing? Fuck it. I’m sure it’s a thing.
When I Was 30, I Was Seduced By A 50 Year Old Woman – Part 2 of Part 3 – Our Ski Weekend – [M30] [F’s 50’s] [Boy-toy] [Carnal Fun]
My seductress quietly told me to go see if April was okay. I went to her room, quietly opened the door, not wanting to wake her. The light was off but I could see her laying on her bed naked. April said to me, “I have been waiting for you.” For a brief moment I wondered if I had died and gone to heaven. I
undressed, and with Mr. Johnson standing rigidly at attention, I laid down next to her. She kissed me with extreme passion as I caressed her from her top down, and when I was down, she spread wide and placed my head where she wanted it and held it there until my tongue gave her what this very wild and hungry vixen needed, and then she used me, front cowgirl, backwards cowgirl, doggie, moaning, screaming, talking dirty to me, cumming again and again. April was a lovable mustang mare who would never be broken! When she had enough, she cleaned me with her mouth until I exploded, and then she gratefully kissed and thanked me. Another wonderful dinner, and an evening before the fire. The wine was doing its work, and the girls were frisky as usual. My seductress, who was the leader of this hot and hungry bunch, ordered everyone to get naked, so we did as ordered. She then told the girls that her boy-toy gave an incredibly amazing G-spot massage, and asked if there were any takers. April and June’s hands went up with the speed of light, like we did when we were in the second grade, waving their hands and yelling, “Me, Me.”I pointed to June and she came over to me. I had her lay face down over my lap and proceeded to give her my world famous G-spot massage which produces the most intense, squirting orgasms possible, so many orgasms that ten or twenty and a liter of juice is not unusual. I call them rolling orgasms because they seem endless. And the carnal, guttural screams are like from a wild animal, lots of OMGs, totally satisfying. While I was working on June, April was between my seductresses legs, orally thanking her for this wonderful, satisfying weekend. I always enjoyed hearing my seductresses carnal music when she is enjoying the pleasure that she deserves. April then positioned herself over my lap without delay, and enjoyed countless orgasms and squirted an unbelievable amount of juice, just short of dehydration. While those girls were recuperating, my seductress told me to take May to her room, so I took May’s hand and she followed me. I put her on her bed. May was an elegant woman who had a fragile quality, so, I was very gentle with her, with tender kisses that she returned with the passion of a woman who had not been with a man for far too long. Her lovely breasts and nipples were petite and very sensitive, and when I kissed and caressed them, her deep sighs and moans were like a kitten’s meow, soft and sweet, and they made this boy-toy very hard. Her delicious pussy was like a beautiful flower that had the heavenly, delicate scent of lavender, very intoxicating. something that one never forgets. I gave her a very loving licking that took her to orgasmic bliss, and she willingly gave herself to me again and again. When I entered her, she held me tightly with her face against mine, kissing me and repeatedly whispering “thank you, thank you” in my ear, as I sensually and rhythmically gave her long, deep strokes until she was thoroughly satisfied, holding, kissing and caressing her softly afterwords. She looked into my eyes,with tears in hers, softly kissed me, and in her kitten voice, thanked me again. I was really taken with her. She was very special. In bed that night my seductress asked me how it went with May, and I told her about it.
She told me that she was glad that I took good care of her because she really needed me. The next day, Sunday was our last day of skiing. Wash, rinse, repeat, cut to our Sunday evening naked in front
of the fireplace. Our leader said that she wanted everyone to be treated equally, so, she thought that June should get her turn with her boy-toy….all in favor, raise your right hand. All the hands went up. So, with a soft comforter on the floor, I laid down and June mounted me and used me like an animal in heat. The other girls watched and yelled encouragement, clapping and laughing as I totally finished June from behind until she was quite satisfied. My seductress then said, “Last chance, if you want some doggie step up to the plate,” and April jumped up and assumed the position. My seductress then told May that it was her turn, and she shyly assumed the position and enjoyed a few more orgasms. Then the three girls grabbed my seductress and escorted her to assume the position, and I pounded her hard until she collapsed….and, as it is said, a good time was had by all…..especially me!!! The next morning, the 3 girls gave me nice kisses and thank yous by coming into our room and worshiping my morning wood, masturbating as they were doing so. And when I yelled, “Your boy-toy is cumming,” we all came together to a most powerful, extremely satisfying, musical conclusion, and the Orgasmic Choir had a new male member. After we recovered, I said, “Girls, how about some love for out leader, who made this all possible.” They all yelled,” Yay,” and with a girl on each breast and one between her legs, they pleasured her to exhaustion. All five of us were in bed together, and I was being smothered by 4 fantastic, delicious, naked women. It doesn’t get any better than that….how sweet it was! On the way home my seductress told me that as long as she has me twice a week, I had her blessing to take care of her bffs if I wanted to……… If you have any comments, questions or are a woman in need, DM me. I would love to hear from you….And I thank you for joining me on this most satisfying series of experiences. I hope it brought you some intense satisfaction as well……..
The Dancer, Part Fourteen [F19/F18] [Dub-con] [Exhibitionism] [Reluctant Lesbianism]
**PART FOURTEEN**
Zoey wasn’t making it easy.
Since we were right up against each other, the only way down to her waist would be putting my face right into her cleavage on the way down. But what choice did I have? We were running out of time. And, with the way Zoey was sensually holding me close by the sides of my breasts, I couldn’t simply step back to get the job done. Cringing at how it was going to look for the audience who all were under the impression that I liked girls, I placed my hands on the young blonde’s hips and began lowering myself along with her shorts.
Sure enough, she decided to ‘help.’ Abandoning my boobs in order to guide me along, Zoey pulled my head forward and simultaneously jutted out her chest. Now that she was just in a bra, I ended up buried in her cleavage and blushing up a storm until she loosened her grip. I’m sure it was hot for the boys who enjoyed watching two girls doing such things, but it didn’t do anything for me. And, instead of squirming in discomfort, I had to do the counterintuitive thing and keep the show going. Slightly rolling my hips and making a show of grazing my lips against the exposed part of her breasts, I continued doing whatever it took to lean into the nightmare these girls had concocted for me. Anything to rip off the bandaid and get the whole thing over and done with.