[F]28 Boyfriend gave my auntie multiple orgasms in the next room when she though I was sleeping!

My auntie [F]48 had been having trouble with her new husband not satisfying her, so she stayed for a few nights. She likes to drink so we got all of the juicy (or there lack of) stories. She only wore a skimpy nightie for her pyjamas with no underwear underneath. My boyfriend [M]29 who already had a small crush on her, had caught a few glimpses of her nipples slipping out and had long views of her pussy as she did tend to forget to keep her legs closed the more drunk she got!

On the last night she was due to stay over, it was pretty late like 1am when my boyfriend and I overheard her moans through the spare bedroom wall. It was obvious she was masturbating!

My boyfriend pulled down the duvet to expose his rock hard dick and I was extremely horny from the noises we could hear. So I started to suck him for a few minutes, before I climbed on top of him. I was built up and dripping wet so I came just from a minute or two of grinding on his dick. I had to bite down on a pillow so hard to keep my moans under control in fear my auntie hearing!

Confessions – [FM] Anal Wake-Up Call

I met D on a dating app, and after some flirty back and forth, along with a few picture exchanges, I learned that I had given him the perfect nickname.

I was working the night we were supposed to meet up, but it worked out because he showed up at my bar for a casual meet. Thankfully, he was just as cute in person as in his pictures. Tall, handsome with strong shoulders and arms. If you haven’t noticed a trend, they are sort of my weakness.

I’m going to mention that he was black for no other reason than some people might be interested in that detail. For me, it really didn’t matter, though I have to admit he is the first black guy I’ve ever slept with. Which kind of gives away the rest of the story.

After I closed, we went back to my place and did every dirty thing you could imagine. Honestly, he was pretty amazing, and I fell asleep with a happy, satisfied smile on my face.

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The Desire – A Jennifer Stokes story – ch.13 [f/f][20s-30s][oral][fwb][first time]

13.

Tess was getting bored being alone, and needed another drink, but the bar near the kitchen was very busy, so she strolled out to the pool. There was a small crowd at this one too, but as Tess got nearer the bar, she realized people weren’t waiting for drinks, but were gathered off to one side.

‘Something interesting must be happening,’ she thought. As Tess edged to the front, she discovered exactly what held everyone’s attention.

Tess couldn’t believe her eyes. The woman named Eve had her face pressed between Jennifer’s legs, and Jennifer had her fingers in the woman’s hair, moaning softly.

Tess watched with conflicting emotions. At first she was shocked at the uninhibited scene before her. After that, she felt angrythat Jennifer left her alone, while she went to seek out this other woman.

An hour earlier, Jennifer had said she wasn’t a lesbian, but what Tess was witnessing told a different story. She grew angry with herself for being such a fool.

She was just about to walk away, but froze in her tracks when she heard Jennifer moan her name.

The Laundry Room [MF] [Mature]

Laundry day. It happens once a week for me, sometimes even twice. Nope, 27 year old me is never looking forward to it. Never. Because on laundry day I have to take my dirty laundry, carry it down into the basement, four floors and I have to leave my apartment to do so, and then I dump my dirty clothes into the communal used washing machine.

Once my laundry is spinning around I head back up, wait an hour or two, then I head back down in the basement again. To hang my clothes up to dry. Because wet clothes tend to dry over night in our well heated and well ventilated laundry room. And the next day, I climb down the stairs again, mostly just one floor, because I do it when I come home from work and pick up my dried clothes.

But I am not the only one in my house doing it the same way. Everyone has do do it. Because there are no washing machines in the apartments. There just aren’t the connections you need to put a washing machine into your place.

Wife’s sisters daughters panties [FM]

wifes sisters daughters panties

A weird thing happened to me yesterday.

I have been fucking my wifes sister Nina now for a few months. We usually get to fuck once or twice a week when her husband is away.

Yesterday she texted me to come over during lunch time so thats what I did. We usually fuck in her bedroom but there was some work being done in it so she suggested we use her daughters room which was no problem with me.

The room was a mess like most teenagers and there was clothes all over the place. We were fucking on the floor at one point and my wifes sister grabbed a dirty pair of her daughters panties off the floor and said

“Look at these slutty things”

In fairness they were very slutty and not the kind of panties I would have expected sophie to wear. And they were all dirty inside.

Nina told me to smell them. I tried to ignore her but she insisted so eventually I sniffed them and they smelt amazing.

Back for the Summer Holidays Ch 01 – [MF][M/s][incest][mom son]teasing][seduction][mommy][mommy domme][soft femdom][good boy]

Fiction. 6.5k words.

Thoughts and feedback always welcome.

Enjoy! x

It was the first day of the summer holidays and with the wonderful thought of having her son home, Holly leapt out of bed. She stood in front of the mirror, fully naked. She loved working out and checked her progress, quite happy that she was still quite slim for her age and her body, toned.

She ran her hands through her long black hair, which extended to just below her shoulders. Moving in close to the mirror, she examined her face, thankful that it looked a lot more rested now than it did during the busy week she just endured. Her bright blue eyes looked lively once again.

She ran her hands across each of her large breasts, grateful that they were still perky. She played with them a little, quite pleased with how they looked today. She ran her hand down over her pussy, still clean shaven from her unsuccessful date the other night.

She tidied her room up a little, picking up her work clothes from yesterday. After starting her own law firm, her days had become increasingly busy, so much so the first thing she did upon arriving home yesterday evening was take off her blouse and skirt, before putting her head down for a little nap.

Hush [M32 – F27]

When we fuck in his office we have to be silent. Not just quiet, but silent. He bites my lip when he kisses me and I stifle the cry that rises up my throat. Not more than a metre away, on the other side of the wall, the corridor is filled with a babble of voices and footsteps. Jostling university students queue up, fat and clumsy in their winter coats; a hundred file out of the adjacent lecture theatre and a hundred more wait to file in.

The door to his office is unlocked. Any one of them would only have to turn the handle and they would see us standing there, mouths pressed together.

That is why, when he bites my lip, I don’t cry out. When he puts his hands on my hips and turns me around, I turn pliantly and without protest. And then his hand is on the back of my neck and he’s pushing me down so that I’m facing the surface of his desk.

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My Experience In An Open Relationship [MF]

Wow! I can’t believe people actually read and enjoyed my story! I really enjoyed writing it and I was going to keep writing anyway, but now I feel even more motivated to do so!

For my second post, I want to give a bit of an explanation and context about me and who I am. So until July of this year, I was in a relationship. I’m not a huge fan of labels or tags, so it’s difficult for me to fully explain how our relationship worked. It was an open, polyamorous, creative and emotional roller coaster. It lasted for a few years and the main person who I shared this with was someone called Max.

I met Max as a friend of a friend a few years back. When we met I was going through a bit of an identity crisis. I’d dropped out of Uni, I wasn’t enjoying and I didn’t care about the subject I was studying. I had a lot of family problems and I worked a shitty supermarket job. I felt very directionless and I wasn’t sure what my purpose was, what I was supposed to get out of bed for in the mornings.

Finding unexpected love on Dagger Point Mountain – Chapter 2/5 [M26/F21] [Outdoors exposure] [Sneaking in a hotel] [Cum dump]

[Originally posted by me here](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/xr1jpm/finding_unexpected_love_on_dagger_point_mountain/)

Link to [Chapter 1 Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/xiqjj8/finding_unexpected_love_on_dagger_point_mountain/)

Sarah woke up to the sun shining through the tent that she shared with Jessica and two other girls. Both her pussy and ass ached from her activities with Mark yesterday. Double trouble. Yet she regretted nothing. She remained lying in her sleeping bag even after waking up, thinking about Mark’s dick ramming her every orifice. It made her so wet and horny.

She quietly brought her hands down to her crotch to try to masturbate, but because she had to move so slowly in order to not be heard, it ended up mostly just teasing her throbbing clit. She snorted in frustration.

“Oh, so you are awake too, Sarah.” Jessica said. Then she continued in a smug voice, “You came back pretty late with Mark yesterday, did something happen?”

Sarah’s heart started beating fast. Fuck yeah, something happened. But she couldn’t tell Jessica, she wasn’t even sure herself what had happened exactly.

“Eh… No, I… Eh… I got lost and Mark had to come and find me.”

That was relatively close to the truth, she certainly had felt lost.

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A quiet drink turn’s interesting (M/F 30s)

A quiet drink that turns interesting

She was an absolute beauty of a lady. Tall, slim all the curves in all the right places and an absolute tease.

We were and still are best Friends had a strange and complicated relationship. We where neither dating or not dating but we where exclusive to one another and neither of us strayed from that.

We would often meet in the hotel bar where I worked as a bar tender and she was the reception manageress and just have a drink and a laugh and some fun.

She had a particular love of short skirts and stockings as did I. We where always more than respectful to one another and nothing would happen without mutual consent. We also had a love for living on the edge and a little public play.

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