A good neighbour final part 3 [cuck, mmf, anal]

Part 2 can be found here

Every body loves a good neighbour part 2 [pregnancy] [neighbour] [cuckold] from sexstories

This is the last part of the trilogy.

It has been two weeks since Eva invited me over to oil, milk and fuck her. Since then, while her well meaning husband totters off to his desk job, she screams for sexual satisfaction. She makes a game of cat and mouse each day: stretching in front of my house, moaning as she uses her vibrator loud enough to entice me with an unlocked door. She’s even knocked on my door in broad daylight with a package she signed for and as I took it from she pulled down her yoga pants showing her glistening cunt and saying quite loudly as the postman walked past ‘daddy, can you reward me by pumping me full pretty please?’

A man of my word I obliged each time. Yesterday as my cock sat inside her and she squeezed her body to eek every last drop of my cum into her, we had a conversation.

Hannah’s Wintry Lust, Ch. 2 [MF in their early 20s] [breeding] [college]

The next morning, Hannah walked downstairs into the kitchen. It was a bit early, but Preston was already making breakfast. Isaac and Jack were also in the kitchen watching Preston cook and chatting a bit. All the boys were shirtless, which wasn’t uncommon with them.

“Wow, bunch of early birds I see.” Hannah smiled as she grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge. She was wearing sweatpants and a sports bra. Nothing too sexy, but it showed off her toned stomach quite well.

Issac and Jack smiled and then began talking amongst each other about something. Hannah grabbed a piece of bacon off the plate next to Preston, who was still glowing from last night. Preston went to say something, but Hannah quietly shushed him and whispered, “our secret.” She smiled and went back to her bedroom, grabbing some clothes and then heading into the bathroom to shower. The bathroom connected Hannah’s room to Isaac’s.

When she entered the bathroom, the door to Isaac’s room was a quarter way open. She didn’t bother closing it, hoping Isaac might get a glimpse of her in the shower if he returned to his room. Hannah took an extra long shower, waiting and waiting for Isaac.

Hot tub fun [FF 30’s] [Exhibitionism] [Oral] Pt 1-Pt2 in comments

Our neighbours recently had a hot tub installed in their backyard. They’re in their 30’s like my husband and I, attractive and fit. They’re a lot of fun to visit with and just all around great people. When we’re out of town, they are always game to watch our house and we do the same for them. Both households have key pad locks and have each other’s codes. Their kids are also close in age to ours and they get along well. They’re pretty much perfect neighbours.
It wasn’t unexpected that we would be invited over to relax in the hot tub with them not long after they got it.
We’ve been over a few times, once all of the kids are in bed.
The soothing hot water is such a great way to relax after a long day of work and wrangling kids.
It’s Friday tonight and we get a text asking us to join them. They tell us they’re already out back and to just let ourselves in.
The hot tub is on the deck off their master bedroom. We grab a couple towels and change into our suits. I threw a short dress on over top while my husband pulled in a T-shirt with his board shorts.
The street is quiet as we cross from our front yard to theirs.

Faye’s Fecundity for Fetish [F/F] [30’s] [F/M] [Dom/Sub] [Spanking] [Oral] [CNC] [No humiliation/degradation]

An alternative title might be “Faye’s Husband Arranges Her Gay Awakening”

Faye couldn’t think. Her heart beat wildly in her chest as wrung her hands nervously. She paced back and forth in the house, unable to concentrate on her housework, returning time and time again to the window in the front room.

“Don’t be nervous,” he had told her leading up to this. “But I am nervous!” Faye thought to herself. Faye glanced at her watch. 9:07 AM. “She’ll be there in ten minutes. Remember, be a good girl.” That’s what the text her husband of over a decade had just sent her. She glanced at her smart watch again, quickly swiping through it to the electrifying text. Sent at 9:01 AM. The mother of four made a beeline for the nearby hall bathroom. She looked in the mirror, gripping the marble-topped vanity. She forced herself to breathe in deeply through her nose, counting to five. She knew she was supposed to count to ten, but she just couldn’t as she breathes out through her mouth, counting to five.

Simba Cannot Forget – Chapter 2 [M19/F18] [Male Reluctant Sex] [Orgasmic Memory Wipe] [Casual Sex With Love Interest]

[Chapter 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/106fy3l/simba_cannot_forgot_chapter_1_m19f18_male/)

“What do you mean I am not supposed to remember? It happened just yesterday!”

I said confused.

Hayase looked at me with resentment and irritation, as if I had done something horrible to her. Then crooked her head, as if she had an idea.

“Maybe it was too brief… You did come very quickly, the other guys lasted for at least five minutes, you came in like seconds…

“It was not that short! It was at least two minutes.” I said, offended.

“Maybe one minute, tops”, She said with a mischievous smile. She clearly enjoyed needling me over it.

“Besides, why should how long it lasted matter if I remember it?”

At first she didn’t respond, she just looked up into the ceiling, as if deep in thought, then she walked over a desk and sat on it with one leg dangling and the other on the table, with her chin resting on her knee, her eyes staring into empty space.

“I know this will sound crazy, but every man I have ever done anything sexual with has forgotten about what we did the next day. Like literally every man. No exception. well, except you.”

Blood on the dance floor [F33][magic/supernatural, solo masturbation, exhibitionism]

There are two things you need to know about me.

I’ve always been aware, ever since I was very young, that I have certain… powers. Some would call it my “gift”. Others might call it magic, or witchcraft, though I find such terms to be crude. It definitely runs in the women in my family. I knew my mother had something similar, and although she never talked about it explicitly, she always encouraged me to explore my abilities.

I can’t fly, or turn people to toads, or anything like that. I like to think of it more as a special relationship I have been granted with the whirlwind of invisible forces that shape our reality. Sometimes, in the right circumstances, they will grant me a peek behind the curtain. For example, in the middle of a conversation I might suddenly be able to read the other person’s thoughts for a brief flash. Sometimes I have visions of things that will happen, or that are happening far away.

QUESTION: 1st Person or 3d Person?

I’m writing an erotic thriller about a woman who becomes a prostitute (I am a man BTW)

It’s written in the first person as she looks back over the course of several years, and ends in the present moment.

I’m wondering if I should write in the third person, would it be more effective? Thanks . . .

50M/31F, Female Dominance, blood tasting

It was my 50th birthday work happy hour celebration. I knew she would be there so I wore my sexy shirt, the one that was tight around the chest and arms. I had been working out hard so I was sure she would notice. I looked for her once I entered to room and didn’t see her, my soon-to-be ex wife. I felt pathetic and deflated as I sat alone at my own celebration while everyone else danced. From behind me I felt a tap on my shrugged shoulder. I turned an saw my intern, Melanie, drink in hand and wide-eyed towards me even in my pitiful state. She clumsy handed me the drink and it toppled to the ground and exploded with a crash. I instinctively gasped and gazed disparagingly upon the sweet child like she were a daughter failing to succeed in life. I started my sentence with”Wha.” Before I could finish a word, I was slapped back by the palm of a yet unknown figure. The hit sent me to the ground. My eyes, still blurry from the blow, set a gaze upon red stiletto heels. The feet in them were Melanie’s sister, Rose, who demanded I apologize. The bouncers were soon accosting and escorting the sisters out when I yelled, “That’s not necessary!” which they didn’t hear or chose to ignore. My vision cleared and I beheld Rose in her entirety. A fierce redhead with piercing blue eyes. I followed and found myself apologizing to Rose as she attempted to hail a cab while ignoring my awkward pleas. “Melanie, you’re drunk, go home!” she exclaimed as she shoved her sister into the back seat of a cab and slammed the door. As the cab drove off, I stood there in awe of Rose’s strength and still hurting from her blow. “You’re bleeding,” she begrudgingly remarked. She wiped the blood from my lip with her finger, then paused briefly, as if to contemplate her next action. There was a long glance at the blood, so long that it was discomforting to those watching, strangely, not for me. She smiled as she placed her finger on her lips and then in her mouth. I suddenly found myself facing her with my shoulders back our hips horizontally aligned. I wanted her like I’ve never wanted a woman before. At that moment, Rose became my one and only desire. She was everything I thought I would never want, yet there I was, wanting in an aching way. Was it the endorphins from the pain or was I just lonely? It was definitely something new, something vivid, something tantalizingly dangerous. She grabbed my hand and said, “You taste like Paris,” as she pulled me into the back a slowing cab. “Par..?” I tried to ask but her lips and tongue halted my vocalization. I was afraid and aroused at the same time. I felt myself succumbing and engorging. Her dominance set fire within me. I was ablaze with Rose.

Part 3 – the next step [MF] [M40F25] [Cheating] [officesex] [quickie] [creampie]

Part 1 is [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/103jb6b/part_1_the_tease_m40f25_cheating_affair/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=android_app&utm_name=androidcss&utm_term=1&utm_content=share_button)
Part 2 is [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/1051cct/the_work_meeting_m40f25_mf_oral_officesex/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=android_app&utm_name=androidcss&utm_term=1&utm_content=share_button)

The next few days at work were a blur, with stolen moments when there was no one around. Chris and Sarah would find themselves in the office kitchen, stealing a snog here, and a cheeky spank there. But they did not find themselves alone long enough to really get together and do what they really wanted. They had both set up burner Snapchat accounts to message one another. Chris had been giddy with excitement. His mood was so much better. Between stolen moments with Sarah, he was actually able to focus on work, but he knew he needed more.

Succubus Short Stories Ch. 5 [M18/F18] [Teasing] [Oral] [Fiction] [Titfuck]

For a long time humans and succubi have always been against each other, due to the succubi’s ability of being able to wring out the life force of a man through sexual acts it made things hard to send in men to fight them off whenever they would invade a city, not to mention that they can also easily disguise themselves as any average woman. It’s only been recently when humans and succubi have finally been able to live together peacefully, however you still often hear about how a succubus can lose control and accidentally suck the life out of the man they are together with.

While these cases are accidental there are still, of course, some succubi who go out of their way to purposefully suck the life out of someone

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My friends recommended me to check out this succubus strip club place that was across town. They said it would help make me feel better since my long time girlfriend broke up with me recently. I’ve never been to any kind of strip club before and I’ve never really interacted with a succubus before so I was really nervous going to this place. I walk up to the front of the building and see this huge dude at the entrance.