The only reason I came to the lake that day was because you invited me. The thought of seeing you in a two piece outweighed knowing your stuck up rich friends would be there. I don’t even know whose idea it was to make a beer run, but it wasn’t mine, I couldn’t afford to buy cheap beer for all of us, and I didn’t even want to think about what the bougie shit they drink would have cost. That’s why I didn’t want to go, and there were already too many people in the car. But you asked, and lured me into the backseat with your mischievous smile. You stood up, but bent over at the waist, halfway into the front seat, so there would be just enough room for me to cram in next to two other people in the backseat. I was trying to figure out where you were going to sit, but the car started moving, and you flopped down right on my lap. I hadn’t put on my shirt, and you were just in your two piece. It was impossible for me not to touch your ebony skin. Everywhere I tried to set my hand there was some naked bit of midnight, smooth and silky from all the lotion you had on. Obsidian come to life. I finally settled them on your thighs, but they kept falling in between your legs every time you moved. There were half a dozen times I almost brushed that narrow strip of nylon that was keeping your pussy from touching my leg. And when I lifted my hands up, to keep me from stealing third, you would lean forward, and cause me to brush the underside of your bouncing boobs. Why was that road so damn bumpy? You leaned against me, your back resting on my chest, you sort of arched your back in a way that caused your breast stand up, and simultaneously tilted your pelvis so that your full weight was sitting on my thigh, forcing my dick in between your butt cheeks. There was absolutely no way this erection was going unnoticed. I looked down, over your shoulder, and saw the darkest nipple I have ever seen in my life. I knew they were going to be dark, but I was still surprised. That bullshit mesh lining that they put in men’s swim shorts had already given up trying to hold back the swell. I kept trying to shift your weight, so that you wouldn’t be nearly literally riding my dick. But every time I moved you, you moved right back, slowly, it almost seemed deliberate.
Category: eroticliterature
Good Girl
Part 2, following on from Against The Wall
I sit on the chair next to the bed and gently part my legs. I am wearing your white shirt. It hangs loosely, buttons undone. The fabric on the chair feels cool on my bare ass. I close my eyes and can smell you on the shirt. Waves of longing cascade through me.
I open my eyes. You are watching me.
I hear your voice. You command me to touch myself. The tone in your voice excites me and I tremble a little. I trace a fingertip on my lips and slowly move my hand down my chin, my neck then onto my breasts. My other hand glides down my stomach and gently between my legs. I start slowly rubbing my clit, my fingers slipping into the wetness. I keep my eyes locked onto you and watch as you look longingly between my legs. You love the way I look down there and it turns me on knowing you’re watching me. As I feel myself getting closer to coming, you walk over to me holding the black tie. You are not allowing me to come yet. You take my hands and tie them tightly behind the back of the chair. I feel the throbbing between my legs in expectation.
Downshift Into Her Pants [M/F]
Street racing is an art. A dangerous art. You need to be precise, you need to commit and most of all you need to have a really nice car. If you don’t have any of those, you can lose a race and/or lose your life.
I own a 2007 Subaru WRX Sti, the Hawkeye as it’s dubbed, and I’ve sunk more or less 10 grand into it. It’s bumblebee yellow and black with a carbon fiber hood, and the last time I took it on the Dyno it puts out about 450 whp and 315 lbs. of torque. It’s eye catching, that’s for sure, and I never back down from a race.
The car scene in my city isn’t as big as, say, Los Angeles or Miami. There’s a few of us here and we know each other very well, but not enough that we’re best friends or anything.
So I’m coming home from a meet, a brisk Saturday night at about 1AM. I usually drive relaxed and chill, not doing anything crazy. That is until a pair of bright blue Xenon headlights came in from behind me. I thought it was someone that wanted to get ahead, and me driving the actual speed limit I decided to go into the right lane and allow this driver to pass. But no, it followed me to the right. I finally get it.
Sexting you at work part 3 (final) [cheating] [revenge] [humiliation] [MMMF]
[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ol4a4a/sexting_you_at_work_mf_cheating_humiliation/) *and* [part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/pnltu1/sexting_you_at_work_part_2_mmff_cheating/)*, worth a read first. But if you don’t fancy them, this should still stand as a story in it’s own right. I hope those of you who have read the others enjoy the finale and think it was worth the wait. As always, please let me know what you think.*
It’s been hell for you at work in the few weeks since your boss and I had a foursome with her husband and that guy I met on Tinder, Mike was it? She and I have become closer and she has enjoyed dropping hints every time we’ve hooked up, letting your imagination fill in most of the details. You’ve hardly been able to look her in the face most of the time, and avoided being alone in a room with her at every possible opportunity. Do you think of her fucking me with her strap-on when you sit across from each other in meetings? As for me, you’ve only heard from me once since that night, the night you watched them all have me, as you sat alone at home hating how hard it made you. When you came downstairs the next morning to leave for work and saw the padded envelope on the mat of the home we used to share, my writing on the envelope, what did you think? When you opened it and took out the destroyed panties from my afternoon with Gareth, the bra with his cum stains on the front did you want to scream? What about when you found the belly button ring you gave me wrapped in the folds, my snapped necklace alongside it. Was the necklace still sticky with Bill’s cum from the night before? You still haven’t put it all together, but today you’ll get it, today it will all become clear.
Dinner invite turned into hot steamy threesome
I awoke the next day after my evening with Laura refreshed and ready to spend my very last day at the school as a substitute teacher. When I arrived, I was happy to find that my last assignment was to spend the day in Lisa’s class, helping her teach 7th grade math.
She lit up when I entered her class and said, “Sam! I get to have you on your last day? That’s awesome!”
“Yep,” I replied. “Use me however you wish, Ms. Lisa. I’m yours to command.”
A thoughtful look crossed her face, obscured by her mask and she said, “Very tempting, Mr. Sam. Who knows? I might take you up on that offer later tonight! Remember, you promised to join us for dancing and some refreshments after the school board meeting tonight!”
“Your wish is my command.” I replied.
She giggled and then said, “Okay, curb those thoughts for the moment, trouble maker. We have students in five minutes. But hopefully, we can cut loose a little tonight!”
Unforgettable: Chapter 1 [Episodic] [Incest] [Dad & Daughter] [D/d] [Short Story] [Fictional]
*Disclaimer: This story is fictional, nothing is real and nothing based on real person or events. Every character is above 18 years old. I’m writing for the first time in here and my native language is not English so I’m sorry if I make any writing & grammar mistakes.*
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“Lindsay! Breakfast is ready! Come downstairs already!”
With my dad’s voice, coming from the kitchen downstairs, I stopped my hand before I could even reach my panties. Somehow he always finds the right time to call me next to him. Whenever I want to have some alone time, he called me out.
“I’m coming!” I yelled and got up from my bed. I put my shirt and skirt on, brushed my hair a bit, and went to the kitchen. “Good morning dad,” I said when I entered the kitchen and put a little kiss on his cheek before I sit down on the chair.
“Good morning baby girl,” he said while putting the scrambled eggs into my plate. “How was your sleep?”
“It was alright. How about yours?”
“It was good, thanks.”
“You got up early again I suppose?”
Working from home (F) (thoughts ramble)
Some days, even after cumming 2 times during lunch break (thank you working from home), the horyness stays… And I think, should I go again?
But I need to work, not able to focus the way i’m suppose to. So, I keep shifting in my chair, mind wandering.
Feeling my clit begging to be touched.
Eventually I just give in, slipping my hand into my yoga pants. Dipping my fingers into my wet pussy, making them slippery. Eyes closed, imagining what I would like to have a guy do to me.
Sometimes I put on an audio, enjoying a man’s voice giving instructions, hearing him moan. How I like to hear a guy moan…
Finishing hard and fast, satisfied, for now…
So yes, I still like my occasional workday from home, especially if I’m in a very horny mood.
Lesbian Revenge
I lived alone and I used to be unemployed. I handed the time in solitude, writing porn tales on the web. I took frequent breaks out on my balcony to catch a smoke. I lived in a dumpy hi-rise condo in a rundown a part of the town. Throughout from my balcony was a complete constructing full of people that didn’t hassle to attract their shades, day or night time. It was like all people was a closet exhibitionist. One condo specifically was in my fixed sight, a minimum of once I was sitting out on my balcony. I wasn’t a stalker or something, however I knew what I favored.
The 2 women who lived throughout from me have been simply attractive. One was slender and curvy with lengthy blonde hair, and the opposite one may go for her an identical twin, besides she had jet black hair. They jogged my memory of Betty and Veronica from the previous Archie comedian books.
[FMMM] Gang Raped by three members of the Volley Ball squad
“Remember I have Volley Ball practice tonight, okay?” Sally shouted as she shut the door and headed out to school.
The sun was shining but the wind had a crisp chill as she walked along the street to the bus stop. The November weather mandated dark leggings that hugged her thick and juicy thighs, fur lined boots and an oversized sweater that covered her shapely ass. All according to dress code, of course.
She swung her backpack over her shoulder and flipped her long brown hair out from underneath it. I should probably tie this up into a braid or something, Sally thought as she crossed the road. Standing, waiting on the bus were a couple of other boys that she recognized from the guys’ Volley Ball team. She didn’t really talk to any of them since she was pretty shy and nervous around guys. Her cheeks flushed red as she noticed them looking at her. She turned slightly away from them and started looking at her phone.
Saints to Sluts CH.3 (The Cute Nephew) [FM] [ANAL] [AUNT/NEPHEW] [HIJABI/PAKISTANI/MUSLIM]
Read the first 2 Chapters to get versed with the story
Monday 10th March 2014, 10:30 AM Lahore, Pakistan
Zubiya was a thirty nine year old Muslim Hijabi woman who lived with her husband Arshad and their three children a son named Imran (19) and two daughters Ayesha (18) and Meshwish (15) in the famous city of Lahore, Pakistan. She was a religious woman and loved her family and her hsuband who despite being religious still loved her and cared for her unlike most men in Pakisatni society from their generation but if their was one flaw it was sex. They had not had sex now for three years and Zubiya sometimes missed it and it’s not like they were doing it every night before as well but once a month or two months is better than not doing it for three years. She had always loved sex but was afraid to admit it and be considered a bad Muslimah so she just stayed quiet and in some way she understood that Arshad was busy making sure that their family was well off and their children got quality education at top schools and universities of the city and in that way life was going good. It all changed though whit a wedding in their family and her brother in law Akbar came back from the states with his family and his new wife Salma who was a Lebanese woman and her son Ali who was nineteen years old and looked liked a decent kid and ofcourse her niece Mariam from Arshad’s first wife and they stayed with them. Zubiya loved having them as she thought that guests were a blessing from God and it’ll help her family in everything. As the wedding went by everybody was enjoying themselves but on many occasions Zubiya had a feeling that Ali was staring at her and would look away when she looked back and this continued even after the wedding was over but she shrugged it off thinking why would he look at me I am his aunt and besides there were so many other pretty young girls for him to look at and she put it at the back oh her head.