[FM] Quiet guy at the bar
This is my first time posting my writing publicly, so constructive criticism is welcome! I have more stories to tell, so depending on the reception of this one I may put some more into words. Thanks for reading.
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“Oops! I’m sorry!”, I exclaimed, wobbling on my high heels. I should’ve been watching where I was going. I grabbed the stranger’s arm to keep myself from tripping over him. The booming music of the night’s live act, my friends calling after me, and the crowded dimly-lit bar together with a few drinks made tripping over somebody easy.
“It’s fine! No problem,” he said with a laugh. His smile caught my eye, I smiled back for a moment before continuing on. As I pushed open the restroom door just a few steps away, I looked back to see him watching me. He waved, and I smirked bashfully and darted my eyes away before stepping inside.
The quiet bathroom was a welcome break from the energy outside and a took advantage of that to freshen myself up. My red lipstick and light blue eyes stood out in stark contrast to my pale skin and dark wavy hair. I fixed the straps on my heels, pulled up my white skirt, and straightened my tight black off-the-shoulder top. That man’s face flashed across my thoughts as I stared at myself in the mirror.
A Perfect Fuck [FM]
So my boyfriend of four years has a birthday is coming up and I had the greatest idea to write him a sort of personal erotica story about the two of us as a present. I’ve never done anything like this before for him and I hope I wrote it well enough. If y’all seem to like it then maybe I won’t be too embarrassed to actually give it to him. Anyway, I know the rules of this subreddit are for true stories, and really this one is, even though I wrote it like fiction. I’m not precisely recalling a specific night of sex because this is how we always do it. It’s basically a story of the way we have sex if that makes sense, like 99% of the details in the story are the way we have sex every single time. (I don’t care if that makes us boring cause he knows me so well he gives it to me exactly the way I like it.) Everything that happens in my story has happened between the two of us at least a hundred times, usually in the same order too. If I’m posting in the wrong place, take it down, but this is a true story I’ve lived and enjoyed a thousand times.
[FM]Pre-party game escalated slightly (UPDATE UNO)
I didn’t mention it in the first part but english isn’t my first language, so I’d like to apologize for any grammatical errors etc.
As some of you wanted to hear what happended after the first, here it goes…
[XP] [Les] Me, Myself and Oh! [selfcest] [short]
“Six dorrah.” the old chinese man urged, pointing his knobbly walking stick at the mirror.
Six dollars for a full length floor mirror, possibly an antique, definitely a period-accurate reproduction at the least, its immensly flat, rectangular and shiny surface framed by golden dragons, intermingling and flowing along the edge.
“Six dollars?” I asked skeptically, running my hand over the decorations. “Is this real gold?”
“Ya, real gold. Six dorrah.”
Deep in Chinatown, the small shop was full of things like this mirror: Way too nice, and _way_ too cheap.
“What’s wrong with it?” I asked.
“Nothing wrong with it, too big for shop.” he urged, waving his walking stick around the small shop. He wasn’t wrong, the mirror took up a not inconsiderable amount of space in the already cramped shop, but even so…
“For pretty lady, I make it five dorrah.”
“How would I even get it home?” I asked, touching the silvered glass of the mirror. When I did, I swore it rippled like cold water, but nothing could be seen on its flat surface.
“Five dorrah include tax and shipping.” the old man urged, and I pulled a fiver out of my wallet. What’s the worst that could happen?
Ideas to write on?
I like to write but it is much easier to write when I have an idea. Please give me suggestions, one or two words to include but a couple ideas, they can seem unrelated at the time but I will make sure they are connected in the story. E.g. oranges, flowers, deer. Mwah!
Reserved wife goes to Vegas with very adventurous sister [reluc]
Stephanie is a 36 year old wife, married with 2 kids who is about to go to Vegas with her younger 29 year old sister (Mary). Stephanie has only every slept with one man (her husband Jeff) while her sister is VERY experienced. She is also drop dead gorgeous. Like supermodel gorgeous – guys hit on her all the time, she literally had a sugar daddy when she was in college who took her on trips and bought her jewelry. To this day, Mary is a size 2 with firm chest, ridiculous legs and a rock hard stomach. She could literally be a swimsuit model. Stephanie is more like a size 8 and pretty. Guys check her out some, but it is ridiculous when she is around her sister Mary.
Neither of them have ever gone to Vegas and Mary wants both of them to go together and have a fun girls weekend. Stephanie is very nervous because she is pretty conservative, and she knows Mary is pretty wild. But Mary talks Jeff into letting them both go and the two of them book their flights and hotel. Neither of them make much money, Stephanie is a stay-at-home mom and Mary is a nurse, but they both buy some cute outfits and head out to Vegas for a long weekend.
A long delayed college bang [MF]
I’ve always been a fan of GWS and I think I have a true story that might be somewhat appreciated. (not the next erotic Shakespeare but plenty of good details) So without further ado here is the story of how Stacy and I fucked each others brains out after a long delay.
So It was my sophomore year of college and I had just moved into a house with several of my buddies after a disastrous roommate situation in the dorms. My buddies decided to have a party to welcome me into the house. Needless to say I had a shit ton of beer and as I am told VERY sloppily made out with a girl named Stacy. Stacy wasn’t the best looking girl in the world, short a little on the chubby side but hey i’m not the best looking guy in the world either 5’11 and about 240. Anyways the next morning we all have a good laugh about it, but I knew that I always try to finish what I have started.
[MF] True Private Detective.
It was a long, disgusting day. You know the usual shit married people get into. In this case it was the wife looking to corner the husband. Turned out he was giving blowjobs at a glory hole somewhere in East L.A.
My apartment building has no fucking parking lot. And they sweep the street on Tuesdays so if your car ain’t outta there by 8 am, you get a fat ticket and a fatter fine slapped on your windshield by a fat, greasy parking cop, with a stupid ego the size of Montana and a brain to match the size of a pinhead.
The car gets parked 3 blocks away at a parking lot where you get charged up to 30 bucks a day to stash your beater. Worse part is, you have to load all your crap into a rollerboard and shlepp it on down to your crib, cuz the freakazoids hanging out near the lot will smash your windshield for the pocket change in the ashtray.
As I’m hauling my crap on to that wreck we call a home, likely to my own cheating wife, a phone rings nearby. “Lo and behold! Do I hear a pay phone?” A once ubiquitous object, scurrilously close to the curb, and within earshot of a bus stop any bus stop, this phone happened to be farther back.
Study Buddies [FF]
I was the new kid in a small town high school. Friends had never come easily to me, so when Olivette took an interest in me I leaped at the opportunity. We quickly discovered that we had a lot of the same interests. Books, movies, TV shows, favorite subjects, favorite foods, we were compatible in every way. And we shared several of the same classes.
So whenever a project came up where we were offered the chance to partner up, we took the opportunity and convinced her parents or mine to allow a sleep over on a school night.
It was winter, and we had been given an assignment for history. Within two hours the project was complete, leaving us to our own devices (no pun intended). I was prattling on about the most recent boy I had gone to the movies with when she looked at me and said “Why do you keep dating guys, when you can’t stop staring at gorgeous girls?” my jaw dropped. I thought I had been discrete. It turns out that I’m a rather transparent person, and in this moment I wanted only to disappear. After what felt like an eternity of searching for words that wouldn’t manifest, Olivette saved me “You don’t have to be embarrassed, I’m usually looking too.” I felt my cheeks go red.