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Looking for a story …
Guy is hanging out with a couple, the other guy falls asleep, guy and girl joke about messing with him, she mentions putting a dick in his mouth, and narrator lets it slip he wishes he were the one sleeping.
She realizes what this means, and coaxes him into living out his fantasy of giving a blowjob. She starts to blow her sleeping boyfriend, then coaches the narrator as he takes over.
Just can’t seem to find it …
– this is a story my wife wrote for me earlier today –
You and I are dressed in our best. My hair and make up is done and my bum is squeezed into a dark pair of jeans. I covered my body in body lotion so I smell better than ever and my skin is extra smooth. You put on some cologne, smelling good enough to eat and shaved all the important places.
We’re sitting around the living room. I’m having a couple drinks and the lights are low. The music is on and we’re tense with excitement waiting for our company.
He’s running late and we can’t wait any longer. We’re kissing slowly , our hands traveling all over each other on top of our clothes. Just as your hand slips up my shirt we hear the door in the back of our minds but we’re too hot to stop.
First time poster here, this is from a scenario I wrote out with a sexting pal a while back. Enjoy!
Hello ladies and gentlemen of r/sexystories. I am a freelance writer and I have always enjoyed writing erotic stories for fun. As such I thought it would be fun to write personalized stories for people. I’m not too sure how much of a demand there is for such a service, but I guess I will never know until I try.
I think a fun exercise before I ask people for money would be to do a bunch of free stories for people. I will write a personalized story for the first twenty people who PM me. I would encourage the stories I write to be personal, so I don’t mind if anyone doesn’t want there’s to be public. However I would like all the people who I wrote free stories for to write an honest review in the comments. All criticism is welcome since that is the only way I can improve. Also, I would like to know if anyone would actually be willing to pay for something like this if the quality is good. I am considering making the transactions bitcoin only since that will provide a lot of anonymity for both parties.
Maggie sat down at her spot on the first day of the new semester. Each semester they got a new instructor. When David walked in, Maggie immediately felt a fluttering in her stomach. He was tall and handsome with sandy brown hair and attractive, masculine features. Maggie realized she was staring and quickly looked down at her hands. He introduced himself to her lab group, they shook hands and Maggie held on to his hand for an extra second without meaning to. He was one of the youngest instructors, Maggie estimated he was in his late thirties.
They got to work on their assignments and he came around to each student for a one-on-one session. When he got to Maggie, she presented her work and he went over every detail with her. They hit it off immediately, making jokes and laughing. Throughout the rest of the semester she found herself moving in closer each time he talked to her and extending their conversations beyond schoolwork. She had a crush. Maggie had crushes all the time, as everyone does. She dismissed her feelings knowing that she was prone to romanticing things. She had been married for 5 years, and at 28 years old she always joked that “just because she already ordered, doesn’t mean she can’t still look at the menu.”
With a gentle toss of your hair, you look at me and say, “I would let you handcuff me and then do whatever you wanted.” So I cuff your hands behind your back, and then start eating you out. All you can do with your arms is push up and onto my waiting tongue. I lap at your pussy with broad strokes, grab your hips and plunge my tongue deep inside. I alternate between licking and tongue fucking until your juices are overflowing and my cheeks glisten with your wetness.
You want more, but I back away, kissing your inner thigh as I go. “No,” you cry, fearing I was done before we even start. Then I trace a finger up the crack of your ass to tickle the entrance of your pussy with my fingers. I straddle your leg as my fingers work inside you, hitting that g-spot and driving you crazy with passion. You can feel me growing hard against your calf as your moans come unbidden from your throat.
“Don’t stop,” you chant against my fingers penetrating you, “Don’t stop.” My two middle fingers slip in & out, milking that love knot, building the pressure. My palm bumps your clit and sends sparks of nervous energy through your being. The chant changes to a breathy, “Yes…”
Links to Part One and Two are in the comments of this section.
Due to the voting I opted to go with the buyers perspective. Thank you for taking the time to read and vote. Final feedback is always welcome either in the comment or PM.
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I gulped. Was this really happening? She stood there in the door with a lovely smile on her face. She looked like the cat that had caught the canary. I blinked a few more times.
“I can see by your expression you recognize me” she cooed. “Aren’t you going to let me in”
When Nancy found out she had been assigned to share a room with two of her male professional school classmates she thought “no big deal, most hotel rooms have 2 beds, the guys could bunk together.” Nancy though she would have her own bed, it was only two nights. They get to the room and quickly realized there had been a mistake as their eyes all settled on the one king bed. They all tried to play it cool, they were friends and this wasn’t a big deal.
Nancy was a little excited about the circumstances and then immediately guilty about the feeling as she put herself in her husband’s shoes. She did this often when her imagination got away from her. “How would I feel if he shared a bed with two women?” she thought. But even this trick, that usually extinguished her appetite, did not work. She was excited, she didn’t want the issue resolved. She wanted to know what it was like to share a bed with two men, even if it they were just friends.
(The following is a true story in that a dominant woman I was seeing at the time demanded I write her an erotica based on her relationship when I should have been writing my thesis. This was the product.)
CRACK! The slap struck like the first lightning bolt in a summer storm, the one that seems to change the atmosphere from a sense of foreboding possibility to one of certain catharsis. The lingering sting radiated down his body from his jaw, tingling synapses from the nape of his neck to the tips of each toe. It was a slap akin to that delivered by a physician to a newborn to welcome them into a new world, in this instance one where he had ceased to exist as he had thought of himself- overachiever, perfectionist, occasional control freak- and was reborn as the pet of his incredible Mistress.
Connor woke up from his knee replacement surgery in serious pain. He put the surgery off for too long and the surgery ended up worse than it could have been. He awoke in a total stupor and it would be a few minutes before a nurse came into his room.
Courtney, the nurse on duty, was pretty good looking, she had a few extra pounds, most of it in her hips and ass. She had a very pretty face, with petite features and hazel eyes.
“Glad to see you’re up, we had to sedate you a little longer than normal while we waited for your pain medication to start working.” She said as she walked around the bed, “My name’s Courtney and I’ll be the nurse on staff tonight.”
Connor struggled to hold his eyes open and heard about every other word but he noticed he had an attractive nurse. It was hard to tell if she had any tits, her shirt was so big. Then again, her shirt was so big it must be hiding something.
After dinner Connor tried falling asleep but was in too much pain. When Courtney checked in on him she gave him some pain meds and an Ambien. He gratefully drifted off to sleep.