My boyfriend [23/m] and I [23/f] had angry sex for the first time the other night.

Just wow. It was the hottest sex I've ever had. To start from the beginning, I'll go back to tuesday night when i went out to grab drinks with some guy friends. Foolishly, I told my boyfriend I was with a girlfriend and he found out I lied. Anger and tears ensued, and I was left teetering on the edge for the next 24 hours wondering if he would be able to forgive my fuck up.

On Wednesday, I had the day off, so I spent it being depressed in bed. I was sleeping when he finally came home around midnight. I don't think he intended to wake me up, but while he was getting into bed, he twisted up his legs in mine. I wasn't expecting it, so I repositioned myself, giving him some space. He then grabbed my hand and started scratching my back, allowing me to snuggle into his collarbone/neck area.

Then, he wound his hand into my hair and forced my head back to start kissing me. The kisses were fervent and rough. Passionate. His tongue explored my lips and caressed my ear lobe. My teeth nibbled his neck and my lips nuzzled his jawbone. Read more »

Woodland Clearing [MF]

I take your hand, feeling your soft warm skin, and begin to lead you tenderly down the path. You take one last look at the cabin that is now slowly being swallowed by the forest as we walk further away from it. The path twists and winds its way through the trees, the occasional scots pine or birch root putting an obstacle on the path and blueberry and raspberry bushes dotted throughout loaded with fruit. Saplings are trying to reach the sunlight that is coming in low over the horizon, the light being lazily broken up by the leaves in the light breeze. I carefully lead you over the obstacles and occasionally pick at a few berries. Their taste indescribable, both of our faces showing pleasure at every berry that we put into our mouths. Read more »

Jennie and Taylor, Part 2 [MFF] [Fdom] [Les]

Taylor and I had been seeing each other off and on for about a month. Taylor is a short girl, but very curvy. I’m small too, thin and kind of flat chested, but still a little taller than Taylor. I have pale skin and shoulder length dark hair, and people tell me I’m pretty in a girl next door kind of way. I don’t get any complaints, understand, but sometimes I envy Taylor’s sexy curves and the effect her gorgeous tits and ass have on men.

We had gone out to a move that night, and the movie was ok, but we were really more interested in touching each other. I’d spent most of the show with my hand on Taylor’s leg, and she’d had her head on my shoulder, occasionally nuzzling my neck or ear. We were excited to get back to my apartment and enjoy some more private time together, so Taylor was disappointed when we got home and my husband Rob was there.

“But I want you to myself,” Taylor complained.

“Sweetie, you won’t even know he’s here if I ask him to stay out of our way,” I explained to her. Rob is very submissive, and was waiting patiently to see what I’d do. Read more »

Red Eye [mf]

11:17 p.m. I had 10 minutes to make it across Atlanta International and catch my flight to San Francisco. I cinched down the straps on my backpack, confirmed my departure gate on the monitors, and took off, careful not to spill my precious coffee. Caffeine doesn't do much for me anymore, but I got decaf to be on the safe side. The flight would feel a lot shorter if I could catch a few Zs.

You never realize just how oblivious most travelers are until you're in this much of a rush. Families walking five across, taking up the whole walkway. Tourists fumbling through their bags right in front of the entrance to the escalator. Business men flicking their Blackberries and walking at a snail's pace.

I checked my watch again – 11:22. "Fuck…" I picked up the pace, weaving between travelers, dodging airport personnel in golf carts, half expecting a TSA agent to yell at me to slow down.

11:25. My terminal. 15 gates to go. 10…5…1. 11:27. I arrived slightly breathless, just in the nick of time.

A hollow, static voice came over the intercom: "Now boarding Zones 1, 2, and 3." Read more »

[mf] Loss and Longing

I've had a lot of vanilla sex in my life, and I've loved it, it's been important and uplifting, but when I try to remember just exactly what it was like, with this one or with that one, I find it elusive. What did her bits look like close up, smell like, taste like? What did we talk about in bed, before, during, after? It tends to all blend into a generalized memory of, "this is sex".

But.

The peak moments.

The occasional debasement or humiliation, the shocking and surprising, disorienting act by someone you thought you knew.

The tormented longing of knowing that one you thought was yours is being enjoyed by another man, that she chose him, actively prefers him, over you, in this moment. The thrill when she comes back to your bed for a few short weeks, only to leave again. You roll over onto her pillow, still where she left it, to smell her hair, her sweat and lay hard on your unfulfilled longing. Read more »

Going for Glory [MF] [Oral] [BBC] – First time writing erotica, feedback would be appreciated :)

The slight red-head swayed within the masses crowded next to the large speakers. Her thin dress clung to her slight curves, hugging them as the material grew damp. The harsh beats matched the tempo of her heartbeat as she ground against a tall well-dressed man. She gasped as his strong hands took control of the movement, feeling him press against her. Her head lolled back against his shoulder and she looked across the club with hooded eyes.

Everywhere they fell she could see other couples dancing. She moaned at the sight of a young blonde having her nipples suckled through the opaque fabric of her dress. While another man flipped the skirt up and was fingering her shaven pussy to a climax.

The man behind her grunted with each thrust he made having been further aroused by the same sight. She pressed back against him as she felt his rigid erection press into the groove of her backside. Read more »

I’m just watching…

I knocked on the thick wooden door, not quite knowing what to expect. I'd been around the block often enough that I skipped the "let's meet for drinks and see if we all click" stage of things. This was a sign, like many things, of general craigslist bullshit. If it's going to happen, it's going to happen. Of course, I wasn't stupid. I had my pepper spray in my clutch and I unconsciously traced its shape as I waited for a response.

A few hours ago, I'd posted to craigslist casual encounters looking for something specific. A detailed account of my interaction with a hot passionate couple, where I'd be fully engaged with a warming glass of wine but with their encounter as a backdrop for my relaxation. I'd received numerous responses, three of which were head and shoulders above the crowd. I'd replied to perhaps a dozen in a loose and flirty way, idly hoping for some magic and getting myself in the playful mood that such a meeting would require. After some back and forth, I settled on a rambunctious couple, partially out of convenience and partially because their pictures were damn hot. I'd gladly throw down with the guy or trade bodies with the girl. Read more »

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Artistic License {Part 5} [FF erotic fiction] [F, mast] [first person]

I'll put links to the rest of my story in the comments. Summary so far: I'm an artist with a special gift: I can manipulate my girlfriend's body using a clay figure, which I made for an art project on sexuality. First I experimented with her breasts, and found that she accepts the change after orgasming. Then I gave her much larger breasts and – just for fun – a cock, which I fucked her into accepting.

On Tuesdays and Thursdays, Summer had a part-time job at a local theatre, teaching students intermediate acting skills. She had described the job to me as "directing a play, right? At the end of this class, we put on a play. Only my actors are barely over 18 – hell, some of them are still in high school – so they're too busy paying attention to each other than to me. And they've barely acted before, so I'm not just teaching them how to act in this play, I'm teaching them how to act in general! Honestly, babe, some of them give their best lines when they're trying to get each other's numbers." She grumbled and ranted about it, but I knew she loved it. My talent was in finding art in human interactions, hers was making art from human interactions. Read more »

Roadtrip [MM] [Fiction] [Mast] [Voy] [Oral]

I hate driving. Around the time all my friends were getting licenses and going on about finally being free to go wherever they wanted I was perfectly happy to hang out at point A while point B went right off and fucked itself. Sure, I’d catch a ride from a friend if there was something going on or get picked up by a girlfriend if we had a date. But for the longest time what I saved on gas and car payments went into a affording a place within bicycle distance of necessities. I finally picked up a license after I had to call 911 for a friend who cut themselves pretty bad at my place. He would have survived a drive to the emergency room, but couldn’t drive himself. I helped pay the bill for the ambulance ride because that was pretty much my fault.

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