The Staycation Threesome [STR] – Recently started writing and first foray into erotica. Feedback greatly appreciated.

The opening band has just finished up and is tearing down their gear when Tom realizes he needs to take a piss. On top of that his Whiskey is empty.

“Going to hit the restroom and grab another drink. Looks like you could use a refill as well?”, he says to Ashley, pointing to her mostly empty wine glass.

“Sure, we’re not driving!”, she smiles.

The couple had hopped the train down to Portland for the weekend for a break from the norm and hear some live music and maybe get out into the woods. They’d managed to find a pretty nice hotel less than a mile from the venue, so decided to just walk. Plus, it turned out to be an unseasonably warm fall evening making it quite pleasant

Ashley finishes off the bit in her glass and hands it over to Tom. He reaches over to grab it and plants a quick kiss on her. “Don’t go anywhere beautiful.”, he grins looking into her eyes.

“Wouldn’t dare!”, she giggles back. Read more »

His First Time [MF]

I come into the apartment and wonder where my guest is. I didn’t see his car outside, but the lights are on. I set my purse on the chair and walk into the bedroom. The bathroom door is ajar, so I push it open. He freezes, cock in hand. He had been sitting on the toilet with the front of his pants pushed down.

“Oh my God!” he says.

“Sorry! I’m so sorry!” I blurt and turn with the doorknob in hand, starting to close the door. I pause in the doorframe, looking down, and bite my lip. I can hear him scrambling, fumbling with his jeans. “Unless . . .” I trail off. I look up, still averting my eyes. “Unless you want me to help with that.”

“What?”

I blush starting from my collar up to my ears. “Unless you want me to help.” I look over and meet his eyes.

He holds my gaze for what feels like an eternity. “Yes.” He slowly stands, hands gently tugging at the sides of his jeans, the tip of his penis still visible just barely above the waistline. Read more »

A special night [MF][toys][anal][oral]

I wrote this one years ago but I am trying to get back into writing a bit again.

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You know tonight is going to be a special night. I have told you to set aside the evening but have given you no details other than to come over to my house at 6pm. When you arrive I invite you in and we start kissing and making out. You’re excited and turned on by me, as always, but at the same time, you’re a little disappointed thinking that tonight was going to be a little more than the usual light foreplay leading to sex. I sense this as I start leading you upstairs to the shower, leaving articles of clothing along the way from both of us. We get into the shower together and as the warm water falls over us you can feel me start to grind against you. At this point you’re just feeling a strong need for me inside of you forgetting any of the disappointment. Leaning in, I nibble your neck then whisper, “wash up I need to finish preparing for the evening, come out once you finish.” I then slip out of the shower drying off and heading into the bed room. Read more »

[MF Vanilla] Steamy Makeout at the Debate

This isn’t incredibly explicit (a little bit at the end). I was just watching the debate and got frustrated, then bored, then a little horny. So I wrote a little erotica! Sorry if this is lame. There’s art that goes along with the story and a little political message about Prop 60, which is pretty important if you live in California, so I’ll link to the original version on my blog in the comments. Thanks for reading!

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“You can’t think [MALE CANDIDATE] will be stupid enough to answer this question, do you?” [MALE CANDIDATE]’s handler asked, throwing the stack of blue notecards on the desk in front of the white-haired moderator. They hit with a flat smack and rebounded in to a little blue snowstorm.

It was only an hour until show time. Rex reflected that the handler really should have glanced at the questions before now. They were all supposed to be pre-approved.

Jenna looked at him over her glasses. “Look like your boy is going to be a little flustered. I’m anticipating another win for [FEMALE CANDIDATE].” Rex hated Jenna, but her voice gave him butterflies every time. Well, not just her voice. He liked that those green eyes that seemed to be blazing at him. He loved her figure: curvy, a true hourglass; and she knew just how to show it off. Read more »

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Pills Pt. 2 [MF][oral]

This one is a little shorter than before and get’s straight into it.
Let me know if you like the direction.
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Pills Pt. 2
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Ashley and I were laying in bed, her back to my chest. Her hand clutched mine as I caressed her breast. They had grown to a deliciously perfect size, filling my grip as her permanently hard nipples pressed against my palm. She had been much smaller before and I couldn’t help but study them, just as she had studied my new dick in the bathroom. They squeezed together to form a deep cleavage and were a bit firm, not quite natural, as if her breast tissue had taken on a springy silicon texture.

“That feels good, Jack.” Ash said with a content sigh. “My titties are so sensitive now.”

Her legs squirmed slowly as we laid there, her ass pressed against my shaft. It had only been twenty minutes since she drained me on the bathroom floor, but my body was slowly filling with need. My dick was closing the gap between us, nestling itself between Ash’s pillowy cheeks. Read more »

My wife asked how many partners I’d had. Here’s my answer… [MF, MFF]

(Disclaimer: I hope this is the right place. Not ‘gone wild’ exactly, not to the extent of so many others on here, but I’ve peppered a few details in here and there, where it seemed worth sharing… but really this is here because after so many years together, my wife asked me the question, and I thought I might share the answer).

0 – Denise

She made a generous offer, that I could sleep in her room the night of the winter ball. We both had a lot to drink, and I remember how amazing her dress looked as it clung to her curves. To this day, the thought of the neckline, what it showed, what little it didn’t, is enough to cloud my mind.

We were friends, nothing more, but when she asked me to help her unzip her dress suddenly there was electricity in the air, and I took my time, brushing her hair aside, running my fingers over her shoulders… Something changed, and when the zip slowly moved down her back, I thrilled at the realisation she had no bra on underneath. As it slid to the ground, I felt light-headed – she was there before me, arm over her breasts, wearing nothing but brief panties, high heels and a pair of tan stockings. (For all those girls who came after, and who wondered where my stockings fetish came from, this is where). Read more »