Her Night With The Guys – Chapter 1 [gangbang, bondage]

This is my first time writing and posting an erotic story. Please, please, please leave your comments and let me know if you like this story or not.

“Her Night With The Guys” was inspired by and is dedicated to a sweet, wonderful, beautiful woman whom I found here on reddit.com/r/gonewild. This story was created over the course of 4 days by sending private messages back and forth between us. It is written as told to and with her (Natalie in the story). Here is a link to a very hot and very sexy picture of this amazing woman……….http://imgur.com/mL4tCIN

The Contest

I’ve been led into the dining room, blindfolded. I can hear giggling, and a murmur of men’s voices around the corner. Josie brings me in, and takes off the blindfold. Standing around the dining room table, the chairs removed, are Ryan, her live-in lover, and Stephanie, Jo’s best friend. Next to Stephanie is Bobby, her boyfriend.

“Jack’s been so good at, um, his husbandly duties lately,” Josie says to the group. “That we’ve decided he should be rewarded with an opportunity. Are you ready, baby?” She looks at me, a devilish grin on her face. I nod, not sure what lies ahead.

“We’re going to have a contest! It will be very exciting. Stephanie and I want to see who can shoot farther, you or Ryan. Soooooo,” she pauses, looking at Stephanie, who giggles mischievously. “You two are going to have a jack off contest. You and Ryan are going to stand right here,” she leads me next to him. “And Stephanie and I are going to watch you two rub those penises of yours until you both pop off.”

The Adventures of Dennis Part 5: Stains (part 2 of 2)

Shortly after Phoebe’s door slammed, Renee said in a breathy voice—“Dennis, you’re gonna make me cum…” and trailed off and made a few other minor female noises, like she was trying to push her orgasm out of her mouth. (I've tallied this as the eighth time a girl has announced to me, mid-coitus, her oncoming orgasm. The first had been this freak who was eight years older than me who I was fucking my senior year in high school. There had been seven since her in probably the past eight months. Lots of eights and orgasms. But all of this is an estimate.)

Private critique with your (f) drawing teacher (m)

First time writing anything like this… I did it for myself but maybe someone else will like it

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You've been fantasizing about your drawing teacher Adam all semester. He's tall and muscular with beautiful blue eyes. You love the way he talks to you in class, showing his authority. Now you've finished a project late, so you have to go to his office to hand it in the next day.

"Hi Adam, I finished the homework that was due yesterday." He takes it but doesn't really look at it, just thanks you and puts it down. "I was hoping I could get some feedback."

"You know you could've gotten feedback from the whole class if you had finished it for the critique."

"I'm really sorry I got behind in your class, but I'm caught up now! I really just want to know how I can improve."

He looks up at you and his eyes linger at your cleavage on their way to your face. "I'll give you a private crit, but even if you revise it you've already lost points for being late."

Laundry Day [M/F] A surprise visit

I've always had this silly idea in the back of my head, that maybe I should be writing more than just forum posts and rants on facebook, that maybe I might have more to say, or share, than I've been allowing myself.

So, within that vein of thought, I sat down, and through a mix of two things that really did happen to me, along with some embellishment and other imaginings, I put the following partial story together.

I have no idea what to expect from this, good bad or indifferent, but If you take the time to read it, please share your thoughts / critique. Writing like this is experimental for me and I'm going even further on the limb by making it erotic… and know that I know, that this is rather rough. I've gone over it a few times, and I think I could continue to edit, just this tiny piece for ages.

Point is, I know I'm a newb, and have a long way to go before I might be 'good'. So be honest, but also respectful please. Advice, points, a direction… all welcome.

Our last Valentine’s Day [mf]

You waited until I’d gotten on the freeway to fuck with my head. It started simple enough — first you reclined the seat back a bit, then stretched your legs. It wasn’t until you’d started lifting up your dress that I’d realized what was happening. You hiked it up slowly, watching for my reaction along the way. It was hard to keep my eye on the road; you were getting so close to the end. That’s when I noticed your big surprise — you weren’t wearing any underwear.

Your pussy was freshly waxed, and as you sat up to pull your dress completely under you, I could hear how turned on you were, the sound of your lips rubbing against each other, so wet. You rubbed your clit, then slid your fingers inside yourself; you didn’t really need to, you knew you’d be getting my cock soon enough, but you wanted to watch me squirm, especially when you took your fingers out and held them in front of me, then spread your fingers so that I could see how just sticky they were. And, of course, when you put them in your mouth and sucked on them, both at first, then one at a time for good measure.

Boyfriend asked what I would do if we got a hotel room. Gave him this response and he said to put it here. It was quickly written so I apologize about that. Enjoy! [MF][oral]

You wouldn't have much time to really see the hotel room because as soon as the door shut I would be tearing your clothes off of you because nothing gets me wetter than basking in your naked body and knowing its mine. After you're naked and I've had my fill i would get undressed and your dick would be hard and pulsing the first time i touched it. And I love your dick. I love it so much. I'd want it to touch me all over my body and deep into my mouth and throat regardless of whether or not I gag.

Licking it and sucking it and just taking it into me over and over again until i start drooling all over myself. I just want it so much. I want it hard. I want it throbbing. I want it inside me. I want you thrusting into me until you're bursting with pleasure and you cover me with it.

now that I'm good and dirty I fall back onto the bed and then you fall on top of me. I don't make out with you right away because I want to enjoy looking at your body again. Looking at you when you're on top of me is always the best. Your tight chest makes a nice V when you hold yourself up and your hips make another V as you straddle me.

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Exploring new sexual territory during a trip to Cambodia

Sitting surrounded by day-old friendships, house music, and cheap beer in the bar of a hostel that claims to be "Siem Reap's Finest!", I can't help but feel pleased with myself. The person I am in this moment- confident, independent, capable, open, spontaneous, smiling away- is the person I aspired to be. And it isn't serendipity which inspires my contentment, but the peace of knowing I chose the life I wanted to lead. "I am the captain of my fate…"

I steal a quick smile to myself amid the cloud of conversation, satisfied with the result a small investment of courage can yield. Whether crossing the world to move to a faraway land, or crossing the room to approach smiling strangers, there are few times swallowing my fears hasn't served a great benefit. Tonight is no exception.

The prince and his whore [MF]

I look down at the whore, who lovingly looks up at me from my stomach, where she lays after our latest of many romps.

“Is my lord satisfied?” Her voice is a soft purr and her eyes twinkle in the dim lighting of the brothel as she looks up at me.

“You always satisfy me,” I answer quietly. It’s the lie I tell all of them, but I know this one doesn’t believe me. She sighs and traces her fingertips up my chest.

“You are too kind, yet I know you tell partial truths with the other ladies. You don’t need to fear hurting my feelings. This is my job and nothing pleases me more than to see you smile, my lord.”

I run my fingers through her long, golden waves and she tips her head into my hand at the caress with parted lips. Lips that have become swollen from all the kisses I have lavished upon them.

“I will have you once more, before I go back to the castle.”

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An intro to my story, tell me what you think. [MMF, bimbofication]

Tress was still skeptical at why her boss would send a 6 month intern on a 2 week business trip to England, let alone the fact that he paid for all accommodations and expenses, as if her leisure was a financial asset to the company. She put her bags down in the closet and looked around her new room. It was on the top floor of the company's hotel, with a beautiful view of the city beyond the decorated courtyard and office buildings surrounding the glass-dome entrance in the center of the complex, where she still saw men walk and and out periodically. The room reminded her of the centerpieces in furniture catalogs, all pristinely cleaned and organized like it was meant for viewing, not using. Despite its uncanny cleanliness, Tress felt almost unusually comfortable in the room, like it was inviting her and her alone in to rest and relax. She noticed an LCD panel on the wall near the door which seemed to control temperature and lighting. Feeling a light draft from the open window across the lofty room, she pressed the "+" mark until she felt comfortable, and made her way to the mahogany desk set up adjacent to the bed.