Memories [F with M] [erotic] [true life]

So many memories of that year and my experiences with S

I had broken up with Chuck again and felt very low. He has hooked up with two of what I thought were my friends and on top of that, had always been sexually unsatisfying and cold to me. I knew this relationship was going no where- and on top of that that it wasn’t all my fault this time. I realized that he was a shell of person and could never be a good partner to me. Into that slight mess came S

I had met him a few months prior and had kept in touch in a work context. I always thought there was something sexy about him although in some ways he wasn’t conventionally attractive. However he was rakish- with a curly mop of hair swept up and an oversized camel coat on his 6’2” frame. He always looked to be running around somewhere- filled with energy, booze, and cocaine actually. We texted that night and decided to meet for drinks at Lit.

I (28F) went to licking his (36M) bum and he loved it!

My SO and I just got back from a super romantic overnight trip out of town. We got a couples massage, went to a lovely French restaurant, it was absolutely delightful. But probably my favorite part was the sexy time after. I tied a ribbon around his eyes and fed him chocolate and wine. Then, with blindfold still on, had him use only his mouth to find the chocolate pieces I laid on my naked body. It was sexy and fun.
While sucking, licking and teasing him, I spent a lot of time on his balls and perineum which I’ve always known he loves. But since we’d just gotten out of the shower and I knew he was extra fresh and clean I went ahead and ventured even lower licking at his hole. We’ve never tried this before but he went crazy for it. And I loved seeing his eyebrows furrow in pleasure and hearing that moan of his.

My Discipline – Part 2 [M/f] [Spanking] [Humiliation]

I masturbated many times to the thought of my spanking and to other girls getting spanked in porn. As the bruises from my spanking faded, so did the sharp memories of every sensation and detail about my first spanking. The hormones in my 15 year old brain began to take over and I was craving another spanking. It had been three weeks since I first felt my dad’s belt across my ass, and despite me recent good behaviour I felt compelled to break the rules and get punished again.

That Friday night I went to the high school football game. It finished in plenty of time for me to make it home before curfew. When I started my walk home however, I went right instead of left. It was the long way home. After about 15 minutes into walking the long way I was past the point of no return. Even if I turned back and took the short way, I’d still be late. I did this so I wouldn’t chicken out. Despite how horny it made me to reminisce about my spanking, it still hurt like hell. I had been noticeably sore for several days after. So my rational self wanted to avoid the pain, but by hormones and arousal overrode my rational self because of how intense my post-spanking orgasm had been. I felt like a junkie seeking a fix.

Milk [Mf] [incest] [daddy-daughter] [cum] [lactation] [weirdest thing I have ever written]

“Oh, honey, did I tell you that Emily got her tests back?”

Brent flipped a flapjack in the pan as his wife, Lisa, spoke to him. As he cooked up Saturday morning pancakes, Lisa and their daughter Emily sat at the table, eating them as they came off the heat.

“No, you didn’t. They’re good, I hope.” He replied.

Lisa looked to her daughter, who had her head down as she quietly ate. “Do you want to tell him, sweetie?”

It took Emily a moment before she looked up. “Oh, um, yeah. The doctor said my swelling has gone down a bit.” Her delivery wasn’t exactly enthusiastic.

“He was so surprised, Brent. And to think, he wanted to put you on all kinds of pills or recommend you for some kind of surgery. It’s a good thing that girl at the health food store just recommended a diet change. Much cheaper and much healthier.” Lisa gestured toward her daughter with her fork.

My Discipline – Part 1 [M/f] [Spanking] [Humiliation]

This is a fictional story about teen girl, and never actually happened.

My name is Heather and I have a very interesting story to tell you. You see, from the outside I seem like a very normal and typical 15 year old girl. I go to school, I am on the junior varsity volleyball team, and I get decent grades. All my teachers, neighbors, and acquaintances think I’m a model young lady. Most of the time I am, well except at home.

I am forgetful about my chores, I am terrible getting home by curfew, I give me parents sass, and fight with my younger brother Timmy more often than not. According to my parents my behavior issues didn’t really start until I was 13. They attributed the change to teenaged hormones. They were probably right. The year I turned 13 I spent an average of three weeks out of four being grounded. I had no phone, no tv, no computer. Even with as strict as it was, it didn’t really compel me to do my chores or be nicer to my brother. Since I couldn’t leave the house though, at least I wasn’t late for curfew.

Cabin for the weekend. [mff] [preg]

I and my girlfriend arrived at the cabin that we rented for the weekend. It was only a short distance away from the slopes we could use for skiing, and some local restaurants were also near by, which is what we told our parents we would be visiting.

My girlfriend’s friend was going to be coming over in about two hours, but my girlfriend could not wait that long. When we walked in the cabin we didn’t even look around at the rooms, she was already too horny. We found the couch in the living room and she started to undress, first taking her boots off and then her winter hat and scarf. I took my boots off and started on my coat, but at the same time, I watched her undress herself. She took her coat off to reveal her T-shirt and her blue-jeans were still on. Her breasts were hanging in her shirt, resting in her light fitting elastic bra.

Getting Reacquanted. Pt. 2 [MF][Fsub][Mdom][facefuck]

Finally, after their eventful walk, the two found themselves on the stoop of Liz’s three-story brownstone. Her fingers fumbled as she frantically searched for corresponding keys and locks to open the faded green door with its peeling paint. Distracted by Rich’s own searching fingers. Standing behind her with his mouth nuzzled into the small of her neck he one handedly undid the top buttons off her blouse as his other hand took rough hold of her inner thigh. Soft moans and quick gasps of air escaping her parted lips were cut short by an exacerbated curse of frustration.

“Fuck” she said before spinning round in his arms “At this rate we’re never going to make it inside. You need to get control of yourself for a second mister and quit distracting me while I try to find the damn key.” As if to say she wouldn’t take hearing any argument to the contrary she placed a quick and significantly more reserved kiss on his lips. Then she flashed Rich a quick grin and returned to the task of opening her front door, one that had so far proved much more difficult than it really should be.

Alone with Ashley, Day 2 [mf][inc]

[Authors Note: I’m trying a semi-realistic, multi-episode story here that will only make sense if you’ve read Day 1 (link in comments). Some episodes might contain little or no sex, like this one, but we’ll see how it plays out. Comments, criticisms, support always welcome!]

*Oh man my head hurts so bad.* The pounding behind my eyes was like a bass drum keeping time with my heartbeat. My mouth was cotton, a reminder of the drinking the night before. I lied there for a minute, still, focusing on my breathing, preparing to open my eyes, when I heard soft breathing that wasn’t mine and I froze.

*Oh shit*. I tried to focus, to recall the night’s events, but my memories were fuzzy and scattershot. *Did Simone bring me home? Michelle?* I remembered wine coolers at Simone’s, had a vague recollection of Jell-O shots at Spilman’s house, fighting with Mark, but then…nothing but blurry, indistinct flashes.

The person next to me jostled slightly and let out a small snort. I squinted my eyes open despite the pain, and slowly, carefully, rolled onto my back as I needed to formulate possible excuses if things had gone wrong. *Sorry, I was really drunk. Sorry, you’re not really my type. Sorry, I have a boyfriend.* Except that last excuse was no longer true. I recalled the yelling and accusations and how Mark tossed out the word “virgin” as if it were a character flaw.

Etid [MF] [str8] [sci-fi] [3rd person]

# Etid

## Summary

*Approximately 7,000 words*

*This short story was written for a GWA Script Guild Contest. I am the author. I apologize for not being able to properly reference the contest page with a link like a good Internet citizen. The /r/ thug-bot assaults me if I do. Comment, critique and praise are all welcome.*

The population of Earth is in crisis after a changed Sun causes most Humans to become infertile. The few remaining men and women capable of children are encouraged to join programs that schedule then with several sexual partners each day. Sex is cordial and friendly, performed in sterile rooms on furnishings designed to make the process quick. But it is passionless.

Etid is a young man who has been in one of the programs since his teens. He has been been mated with hundreds of women but, unknown to him, there are still first-time experiences that he has yet to have.

## The Comet

Getting Reacquainted. Pt.1 [MF]

Rich walked through the old oak door with the big brass handles that he knew so well it was almost like walking through his own front door. The Black Rose, the vague and somewhat ominous sounding name may have had an actual meaning once but the bar had changed hands so many times that no one really knew what the name really meant. That is of course if it ever had any meaning at all. The glass in his hand nearly fell from his grasp and shattered on the scuffed up and well-worn wooden floor of the neighborhood bar that had become his regular haunt after he’d moved to the city several years before. His eyes went a little wider and his jaw sagged slightly, yet noticeably, agape. Noticeable to her at least, but of course she would notice as she was the one that caused the sudden and embarrassing slackness of his jaw.

“Richard!” she squealed “Oh my god, that can’t really be you.”

*Liz Parker*, he thought, *my first crush, my first love. How is this even happening?* His mind raced for something clever to say but his tongue was just as silky then as it was when he was a puppy love-struck twelve-year-old. That is to say, decidedly not silky.