Hey there. I was wondering if anyone had a request for a story? Do you have a personal fantasy, or just something you want to read? Just message me with some details.
The cost? Nothing, I just like to write :)
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Hey there. I was wondering if anyone had a request for a story? Do you have a personal fantasy, or just something you want to read? Just message me with some details.
The cost? Nothing, I just like to write :)
At Saturday night’s sex party, logistical challenges mean things start late, which is not the world’s sexiest first sentence but it is true and explains a little of what’s to follow. Guests begin arriving at 8, and for a long time only our friend Yvette is truly in the party mood: [she wears a diaphanous black “dress” that shows her nipples and bright red g-string](http://i.imgur.com/bGfWdLp.jpg).
This is a fantastic outfit for answering the door, promising as it does danger and pleasure; eventually I lose my shirt to join her in solidarity. I get less attention. This seems fair. As guests arrive and mingle I play host. As often happens, many of the guests know few others. I introduce many of the guests to C; [both women and men continually undress C to see her lingerie](http://i.imgur.com/YG0YNzE.jpg) and fondle her tits. The attention builds C’s desire, but she doesn’t like to be first, and our usual friend Zena is missing. I shoot a few (consensual) photos. You can see some of the fruits of those photos here. Others will never leave my hard drive. The low natural light makes me wish for a more substantial camera, but I still love the shots.
My wife and I decide it’s time we go out for a drink and maybe a small bite. There is a cool restaurant with a small bar that overlooks the Pacific Ocean. We get dressed. Myself just wearing jeans and a decent button up shirt. While my wife wears a skirt that has a nice slit going up her right leg. She has a nice “spaghetti” strap tank top on that compliments her large breasts.
As the sun begins to set we head on over and our plan is to stay low-key and just hangout at the bar for a bit. To loosen up as we walk the block over to the restaurant we light up a small joint and take a few hits. We figure we would have a nice buzz and not have to buy as many drinks!
As we arrive at the bar we realize Happy Hour is going to start pretty soon. The bartender recommends grabbing some seats before the bar fills up. We sit off towards the right corner of the bar with an open seat to our right (leaving a little space for us).
“It’s just hard to see her like this, John.” Pearl sighed softly, watching her friend Lily walk to her car eyes firmly at the ground whenever she passed someone. Pearl’s boyfriend put his arm around her comfortingly as they watched Lily get in the car and drive off. “She barely even talks to me anymore, and I’ve known her since kinder garden.”
“I know, but what can we really do?” John asked. “I don’t think she can even look a man in the eyes anymore, let alone get anyone to… help her.” He gave his girlfriend a soft squeeze. “I feel for her too, you know that. I mean she used to come over all the time when we first moved in together. I lost a dear friend too.”
“I know she misses talking with you as well. I know you mean a lot to her… she used to joke that she was only visiting to try to steal you away from me.” She let out a soft giggle at the memory but it faded as she stood quietly and thought.
“What are you thinking about?” John asked her softly, knowing her well enough to know she was mulling something over.
I know I missed the boat on all the cousin-fucking stories that blew through here a while back, but to be perfectly honest, my own story seems downright *quaint* when compared to a lot of the ones that have been posted, in that no actual sex occurs. Much like my last story, I suspect this one is unfappable, but maybe everyone will at least find it interesting.
Sorry to disappoint off the bat – I promise, the story does include a somewhat *sexy situation* or I wouldn’t post it here. I’d be lying if I said that I was 100% into it (this is my cousin, after all), but certainly the moment has ingrained itself in my mind as thoroughly confusing – one of those moments that regularly becomes buried in your subconscious, resurfacing at strange or inappropriate times, like when your grandmother gives you $20 on your birthday and you suddenly have to sit on the couch with a pillow in your lap. It wasn’t *you*, Grandma, it was my *cousin*.
Hmm, not better.
This is my first post so feedback will be appreciated. This is a true story to the best of my memory of how I lost my virginity.
First, let me start off by giving a bit of background about myself. I’m in my late 20s and was a virgin all the way up to last year. I grew up religious which meant that early in my life I was set on staying a virgin until marriage. I was popular and attractive in high school so I had plenty of girls to date but nothing ever happened more than kissing and some heavy petting (and one single blow-job but that’s a story for another time). While I was in college, my sexual views became more liberal and I started hooking up more but still held out and never actually had penetrative sex. Once I realized that sex really doesn’t mean a whole lot, I had gained a bit of weight and lost a lot of hair (DAMN YOU MALE PATTERN BALDNESS). I was ready to finally have sex but I couldn’t find anyone to have sex with! Until…
Enter Mel
I’ve had this idea rattling around in my head for a while, so please forgive me as this is effectively un-revised. Any feedback would be very much appreciated.
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I had found the old leather-bound book in a run-down secondhand bookstore. Honestly, my memories of it are blurry, probably deliberately so. He’s always there, and I get the distinct feeling that while he can’t control me completely, making sure I don’t think too hard about how this happened is well within his means.
It doesn’t matter. The long story short is that I’m not alone in my mind. It feels both alien and familiar at the same time.
So far he’s done nothing but.. whisper at me. Promises. Not even using words, it’s not like it’s a conversation in my head with somebody else. Impressions, implications… slightly otherworldly urges. I mean, I’m a guy, so I’m horny all the time, but I’m not used to feeling this… hunger. I mean, I’ve never done more than kiss a girl at this point, but my mind is filled with things right out of porno films…
/r/AskRedditAfterDark for those [unfamiliar.](https://www.reddit.com/r/AskRedditAfterDark/comments/6gsu0t/public_nudity/?utm_content=comments&utm_medium=front&utm_source=reddit&utm_name=AskRedditAfterDark)
It started off playful and simple with me groping my Fiancé (at the time). She has sexy 36DDDs that I love playing with. I was more or less fondling her in front of our guest. We had a few of her friends and mine over drinking. Her friends Jan about 5’1″ Dark hair B-C size breast and a HUGE ass, another one of her friends Nikki 5’4″ heavy set with a small chest, and Angie 5’6″ petite busty blonde that is pretty conservative unfortunately. Jan’s boyfriend was there, along with my friend Tony. Nikki has always had a crush on him. I think Dave was there too.
We were all sitting around drinking and BSing. I think we were all 19-20 at the time. Either way I was pretty wound up and had waved my cock in her face before I sat down. They were all having casual conversations, but I was locked in on her. Kissing her neck, rubbing her ass, and groping her breast. Finally I pulled out one of her tits and started to suck on it before she pushed me away.
“Would you knock it off! Your making Angie uncomfortable.” she said.
*A continuation of [this story](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/6frx3g/an_old_friend_mf_some_feet/) , but holds up fine on its own.*
It had been two months since I had fucked my friend Kelly in a restaurant bathroom and accidentally shared my foot fetish with her. I had seen her a few times after that, but that had to stop. The sex was incredible. Kelly worshipped my body and was very adventurous, indulging in my fetish and more. The problem was that though she may have gotten hotter as an adult, she was still the clingy and obsessive girl I had always known. So, I had broken it off. The fight had not been pretty.
Since then, I had been spending most of my time with my close friend Elizabeth, who I had always had a strong attraction to, but nothing had ever happened between us. One afternoon, we were hanging out in the pool at her place. Elizabeth looked amazing in her white bikini. Her wet long blonde hair glinted in the sun. I was standing in the pool and she sat on the edge, kicking her feet in the water. She shaded her green eyes as she spoke to me.
“How’s work been?”
It seemed like any other day as I returned home from an exhausting day at work. I pulled into the driveway and headed to the front door, noticing that the blinds were closed in the living room (this is unusual as it wasn’t going to get dark for another hour and Alyssa leaves them open for her plants to get sunlight.). As I slid the key into the door and unlocked it the dogs started to bark. That is customary; but, as I leisurely opened the solid wood door the sweet scent of aroused pussy greeted my nose.
Instantly intrigued, I quickly glanced around. On the light brown leather loveseat, just inside the door sat Alyssa. She was sitting with her legs spread wide with her heels up on the leather in a blue fishnet lingerie bodysuit. It was held together with black ribbon that ties up the front with matching black fishnet stockings. The blue see through bodysuit provided an excellent view of her perky 34 B breasts and the pink opal barbells that pierce her small pink nipples that are already standing at attention. To paint a more complete image of Alyssa, she is white, 5’ 2”, 120 lbs, with wavy dirty blonde hair half way down her back, piercing green eyes, a flat stomach and a full round ass that is perfect for grabbing, spanking and eating.