I had slept with a fair amount of people, but S will always be a very special one that stands out from the bunch. Probably because of the relationship we shared, probably because how much he knows about me, in both physical and emotional ways. I won’t dive into all the details, but we met during one lonely Christmas from this mutual magazine that we both wrote for. He is a year older than me, and goes to one of the most(if not, the most) prestigious university in the UK. He’s about 6’, athletic, has dark, long curly hair and dresses exactly like his personality: someone extremely smart who also plays guitar in a rock band. I’m about 5’4, slim, brunette wavy hair to my chest and brown eyes. I am not exactly hourglass figure but I’ve been complimented on my curves. Generally speaking, we are both attractive by all obvious means.
The Desire – A Jennifer Stokes story – ch.1 -[F/F][M/F][20s-30s][masturbation][FWB]
**The desire**
This is the second story in the Jennifer Stokes series. While it isn’t absolutely necessary, reading the proceeding work will give a better understanding of the relationship between some of the characters. The first is titled “Hidden Pleasures” and can be found in my profile.https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/xiuk2j/hidden_pleasures/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf
Thank you for reading this and I hope you enjoy it. Any feedback is welcome.
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Jennifer Stokes reached her destination, climbing the last few steps to the eighth floor slightly out of breath. Her busy schedule didn’t allow much time for exercise so she’d been climbing the stairs to help keep her legs and butt firm. Her daily lunchtime routine had been interrupted by a recent trip to France and it felt good to get back on track.
Turning left at the top of the stairs she headed down the hall toward the woman’s washroom to freshen up. Just as she reached for the door handle, Mary, a co-worker of hers came barging out nearly knocking her over. She was talking loudly into her mobile phone and only paused for a moment to wave an apology to Jennifer before she was off, her high heels clicking on the tile floor as she rushed toward the elevator. Mary was always working on the next big deal, apparently even in the washroom.
[M]y girl[f]riend and my jerk off bud. Part 3: Girl gone wild
I want to take a moment to elaborate on Kirsten. For starters, everyone always told her she looked exactly like the “whipped cream bikini girl” from the movie Varsity Blues, so update the spank bank with that info. Second, don’t think for a minute this is story about an innocent Midwestern small town girl being turned out by two horny bros.
Kirsten was a classic “Girls Gone Wild” situation. Dumped by her long distance boyfriend two weeks into freshman year, she took the adage “get under someone to get over someone” to heart, and found out she was a big fan of keeping things casual. By the time she completed her sophomore year, she’d fucked “around 20” guys and made out with and given head to “a lot” of others.
How did I manage to keep this insanely hot nympho to myself for 6 month, I’ll never know. I guess I made her laugh. And in spite of all my gooning about Brandon’s god-cock, I’m not exactly small, and was in great shape with tons of stamina. I was intoxicated by her immediately, and we fucked constantly from the first night we met. Within two weeks we were “exclusive” and it was no condoms, non stop blowjobs, and occasional anal. She fucking owned my ass – I was beyond whipped.
The Thread (F/F 35-40) fem-dom-light
I sat across from her in the dimly lit café, sweating, half-finished cocktails between us, her intoxicating blue-green eyes penetrating mine, black lashes like butterflies threating to take me away on their wing tips if I wasn’t careful.
I wanted her mouth, wanted to know the flavor of her tongue, and what the texture of her skin felt like beneath my palms.
Her Cheshire cat smile though, full of hunger, trouble, and a pinch of sweetness gave me pause. I felt like a little mouse unsure of whether or not her paw was going to bat me around or pull me into her soft fur. Maybe I wanted both.
“I don’t want you to feel pressured or anything, but would you like to come over?” she asked, her voice pure silk, her fingertips inching toward mine.
She had taken a spool of tightly wound silver thread, only perceptible by an otherworldly sense buried in the recess of my brain and unraveled a little of it, extending an end to me across the table.
A Captivating Coincidence [M44 F46] [Rekindling] [Online Lovers] [Meeting In Real Life] [Tension] [Kissing] [Groping] [Teasing] [Dirty Talk] [Against The Wall]
It was time for another drink. I patiently wait at the bar, bopping away at the music with a drunken smile on my face. I turn to take the drinks back to the table, taking in the surroundings as I saunter back, observing the groups of people chatting and laughing. I freeze as my eyes rest on one person in particular. My heart beats fast. It can’t be. It can’t actually be him. Can it? Before I have a chance to look away he is staring right back at me. His smile slowly fades into shock. The memories come flooding back. This is the guy, the guy I met on Reddit, all those years ago.
I have never forgotten him. We had not met in real life for many reasons, the main one being he lived too far away. Nevertheless, the online relationship we had was intense, powerful and incredibly sexual.
I laugh happily and walk over. “Mark. It is you! What are you doing here?”I would have leaned in for a quick hug if it wasn’t for the drinks I was holding. He smiles awkwardly and my heart melts. People say the reality of meeting someone in person is quite different. Fuck yes it is. This guy is even hotter than I remember all those years ago. All those photographs he used to send me did not do him justice.
I ate out my ex’s best friend while they talked on the phone. [MF]
After my initial romp with Molly, we continued seeing each other mainly just for sex but it also included the occasional hangout. We would go out often too. We weren’t making a show of it doing any sort of PDA, but we were hanging out a lot more and apparently some mutual friends and acquaintances took notice. One evening, after going out for a small dinner we went back to Molly’s place to hang out and my phone rings. I see Nat’s name pop up. I look up at Molly and hold up my phone to show her.
“Shit, look who’s calling”
“oooh, Do you think she knows now? You gonna answer?” Molly says excitedly
“Let’s see what’s up.” I answer, and I hold up my finger to face signaling to Molly to be quiet.
“What do you need Nat?”
“You fucking asshole! I was told you’ve been hanging out with Molly now. Is that true?”
“Frankly, what I do or don’t do does not concern you. At least not anymore.”
Molly leans in close to try to catch what Nat is saying.
My Wife Hired a Sex Therapist, Part 3 (genuinely good sex advise, MR, hidden affair)
Opps! I meant to type MF, not MR. Please make sure to give me a thumbs up and a comment. It takes a lot of work to write these and I don’t always know if very many people read them.
The Sex Therapist series is a continuation of the My Latvian Sister-in-Law series. You should check them all out, or just read this one because it should stand on its own. If you like what you read, give it a thumbs up.
For the past few years, our protagonist, Tyler, has been having a difficult and twisted sex life. Years ago, his wife, Cammie, encouraged him to have an affair with his sister-in-law, Anna. The three of them happily continued this open marriage relationship until Anna got a divorce from Tyler’s brother, then married a Hispanic debonair named Dave. Tyler’s relationship with Anna dwindled as she was increasingly attracted to her new husband. Even Cammie started sleeping with Dave.
Eventually, Cammie offered to help by sending Tyler to a sex therapist named Jenny Waters. Tyler was pleasantly surprised to find that Jenny used a hands-on approach in her treatments. Tyler was eager to continue his sessions with Jenny, but nervous that Cammie might discover what they were up to.
[MF] Got a blowjob from the hot girl that walked into my store
So I wanna start this off by saying that I work at a retail store in a major city. This past weekend was pretty dead and therefore all around uneventful. My coworker and I were enjoying having nothing to do and just shooting the shit at the register when in walks this really hot woman. She has short blonde curly hair, stands about 5 foot 5 and has a petite frame. The first thing I noticed was that she had a crutch and a cast on her foot and she was asking if we had any baskets or a bag to carry whatever she grabbed off the shelf and we unfortunately did not.
She tells me she would make due but I had remembered that I had a reusable bag in my duffel bag I had brought along with me that day. I offered it to her if she would like and she thanked me and took it. She came back and I rang her up and told her she could just keep it to which she just said “that’s really kind of you” , thanked me and left. When she left me and the coworker both admitted we thought she was super attractive and I figured that was the last I’d seen of her.
In the Office With My Older Boss: Pt. 2 [M21/F39] [College Student] [Older Woman] [Slow Burn] [Passionate]
[This is a follow up to my previous story. I tried to write this so you can enjoy it without the context, but if you’re interested you can find my other story here: https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/xmzmtt/late_in_the_office_with_my_older_boss_m21f39/
I hope you enjoy.]
My eyes kept tracing the outline of cracks along the ceiling. My alarm would be ringing in a few minutes, but I’m already wide awake.
I barely slept last night.
My head pounded from the two bottles of wine my boss and I polished off in her office. I had made the drunken walk back to my dorm while my boss called a cab to head home. I would have offered her to crash at my place, but I had a feeling sleeping in a dorm room after the age of 30 is not appealing to some people.
I roll over. There was no way I was getting back to sleep. The images of yesterday still played in my mind. Thoughts of going down on my boss in her office late at night. Images of her reciprocating with her own oral skills. Like a movie replaying over and over.
My boyfriend is not good in bed…
My boyfriend is not good in bed. He never makes me cum, and I’ve tried everything to get him to. I’ve begged, I’ve pleaded, I’ve used my fingers, I’ve used a toy on myself, I’ve used a toy on him. Nothing works.
I’ve told him how I feel, but he doesn’t seem to care. He says that he’s satisfied with our sex life, and that he knows I like it rough. I don’t know what to do. I’m at my wits end. I’ve never been with anyone like him before, and I don’t know what to do to please him. I’ve always been so easy going, so laid back, and now I feel like a damn machine. I need release, and I need it now.
I’ve started to use my hand while we have sex, and that helps a little bit. It gives me something to focus on other than his lack of skill, and I can pretend that I’m someone else while I do it. Sometimes I’ll use a toy on myself, but I feel so guilty doing that while he watches. He thinks I enjoy it when really all I want is for him to make me cum.
When we first started having sex, it was great. He was so attentive, and we did some pretty wild stuff. But now, it’s just a bunch of repetitive motions without any real emotion behind them. He keeps going until he’s satisfied and I’m left with a sore vagina and no orgasm. It’s torture.
I’ve decided that if I want to cum, I’m going to have to do it myself. I bought a new toy on Amazon, a small wand-like device. It looks like a small massager, but it has tiny little bristles that tickle my clit as it rotates.
Every time my boyfriend finishes off, he would just get off and goes back playing with his PS5. One night after he cum on me in doggystyle he just whispered I love you and went downstairs.
I pulled out my new toy and hid under covers and started playing with it. The little rubber bulb that controls the vibrations is so sensitive that even the slightest touch sends shock waves through my clit. I rubbed it gently, and then harder, until I felt the first twinges of a wonderful, wonderful orgasm. I kept going until I felt the whole-body shake, and then I stopped.
My hands were trembling as I removed the coverings from my body, and slowly worked my way down my torso. Then finally I took off my panties. Now I could freely move around. There’d be nothing stopping me from using this amazing tool to give myself an incredible orgasm…or more accurately, several over the course of the evening.
My hand was shaking as I held the remote control tightly, and I guided the soft silicone shaft between my legs. At last! Finally! I found what I was looking for: my G spot. With every passing moment, my pussy became more and more wet.
Soon my thighs quivered with each pulse point, and soon I couldn’t stand waiting anymore. My hips bucked trying to escape the confines of our bed sprite. “Oh God,” I moaned softly while rubbing my pulsing bundle of nerves. Suddenly everything went black when I looked up as my boyfriend was standing at our door…