A present from the model [MF]

“Let me change real quick,” Amanda said as she came in behind me, putting her bag down and hanging her heavy coat on the closet door before ducking into my bathroom.

“Sure.”

I was used to this—it was what she did every time she came over—so I just sat on the couch, scrolling through my phone, enjoying the slightly drunken buzz I currently felt from the glasses of champagne I’d had at the party.

A minute later, Amanda came out in a delightful lace lingerie set, white and dainty against her dark black skin, the gold necklace in the shape of Africa hanging between her small breasts, her brown box braids tied in a ponytail high on the back of her head. She smiled seductively, one hand brushing a couple of stray braids back behind her ear, her skin and makeup perfect from the party.

“How do I look, daddy?” she asked. In her British accent, “daddy” came out as “deddy”—a quirk I found both charming and sexy.

“Sexy,” I acknowledged, smiling back at her as I leaned back on the couch and admired, my phone set down for good. Read more »

The Intern Part 2

Dinner with my boss I’ve just sucked off? Well, hell yeah.

He helped me stand up and just when I thought we were going out to eat, he pulled down my blouse and bra to suck hard on my left nipple and to roll and pinch the other one. I couldn’t help but moan and get weak in the knees.

“Fuck. I thought you said you wanted to *eat*.” I said with a hiss.

He groaned as he sucked my nipple harder and out of his hunger, for my body, I suppose, he bit my nipple. Uncontrollably, I moaned and pulled him in more. My panties are for sure soaked now. He’s found my weak spot.

“Fuck, sir, just like that. Bite me harder.”

He bit me harder and as soon as the wonderful sensation started, it stopped. He let go of my body, fixed me up and told me to bring his bag to his car and he’ll meet me there.

Standing there, in the middle of the conference room, I was shell-shocked, oh-so-dripping wet and horny. This man knew how to play the game. Read more »

A Face(ial) Palm Moment [FM]

Facials. For some they’re a god-tier level finishing move. For some they’re the ultimate expression of dominance/submission. For some they’re a ‘No fucking way, what’s even the point?’ And for some they’re just a waste of good cum.

For me personally, they’re none of these things. They’re just fun. And, often, weirdly practical. Before i get into telling my deeply un-erotic facial fable, let me first explain my thinking behind this rationale, as I feel it’ll help make sense of the nonsense that follows. Don’t worry, I’ll try to be brief. (Frequent readers of mine will know this is impossible. You’ve been warned.)

Why do I find facials fun? Principally because I take a great deal of delight in making a guy cum. It’s an act in and of itself hugely satisfying and, for a competitive soul like myself, there’s even a very pleasurable sense of ‘victory’ in it. How does this relate specifically to facials? Mainly due to (I assume) the prevalence of a ‘visual finish’ in mainstream porn, the humble cum-covered-face as become a favourite of a large cross section of guys. As a result, when given the choice, many will opt for a facial finish as their preference. If they’re getting to cum on a place they enjoy, they’re having more fun. If they’re having more fun, then so am I (and so is the sense of having ‘won’!) Read more »

Sunday fuck, I mean fun day. [MF][29] true story, nsfw.

This is part 2 of my wife and my weekend. (Long)

Saturday she took a huge cock sleeve and loved it. Loved it so much that she was teasing me all day Sunday that she wanted some more sexy time. I asked if she liked having such a big cock in her and she indeed did. And that she wanted it again that night as well. Now in the last night we used up all the cum we had for lube so we would have to use regular lube. She’s fine with that. (She just indulges me in the saved cum thing). So we go about our day my parents were coming for dinner that night and we ran some errands all the while teasing each other about that night and the dicking she’s going to get. She says she wants to try some other position rather than just having her on her back legs up and spread. She really loves doggystyle so I make a note to use that one plus one that I kinda like. Read more »

[FM] Fucked in the back of a U-Haul at the beach

This past weekend, everything was ready to finally move my stuff from my ex’s out to my own apartment. Scott luckily offered to help so we decided to make a road trip out of it. I rented a 9’ cargo van from U-haul and had experience driving large vehicles so it was no problem for me to maneuver. A long drive and a few hundred miles later, we had made it.

One of the things my ex had relented on was to give me the old couch we had. It’s pretty large, about the size of a twin bed, super comfy and perfect for overnight guests. Scott and I loaded the sofa into the back of the truck and decided to do the rest the next day. It was a beautiful summer day and I wanted to show him the beach – another couple of hours away. We grabbed some snacks and headed out, sofa in tow.

We arrived just in time for the sunset. We got seafood takeout for dinner and ate on the beach, watching the beautiful cotton candy sky and the waves come in, a perfect romantic date. Though I had one idea on my mind the entire time and was getting wet thinking about it. Read more »

Enter by the Exit – Episode 3 [Anal First Timer] [Anal Creampie] [Masturbation] [MILF]

After the events of [Episode 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ipmf3h/enter_by_the_exit_episode_2_anal_fingering/), which happened on a Sunday afternoon and evening, we went through what had become our usual Sunday evening routine. Shower separately, get dressed, order food, eat and then I leave once the evening rush of people out for their runs, walking their dogs and shopping had died down a bit. By this time we were not maintaining strict and sitcom-like secrecy, but neither of us saw any reason to give people cause to gossip more than was unavoidable.

The only difference this time is that through dinner, every now and then we’d grin at each other like a couple of schoolkids who’d just secretly made out for the first time on a field trip. As I hugged her goodbye, I said “There’s a lot more where that came from”

“There had better be!” was the gleeful response.

The next day I got a text from her while we were both at work. It was the usual text one of us would send the other on a Monday or Tuesday: “This weekend (wink emoji)?”

“For sure” I replied. Read more »

Everyone Has A Price (MF / Teaser / Dubcon / Cheating / Cuckold / Celebrity)

Everybody has a **price**. Human nature is as such – whatever pretences we may put up about our convictions; our red lines; our ‘nevers’ – the truth is at for the right price, with the right incentives, you can get anyone to do *anything*.

For the right **price**, anything could happen. History tells us as much. You could get a police officer to turn a blind eye to a speeding ticket for a thousand dollars. You could get enforcement agencies ignore lapses in your company’s compliance with the relevant laws for hundreds of thousands of dollars. You could even get a person to betray his country – to sell state secrets to the enemy, for millions of dollars and maybe an offer of asylum. So long as the **price** is *right*, nothing is impossible. And with the **knowledge** of one’s price, and the **means** to fulfil it, you can get anyone to do anything. Read more »

Movie night

We decide late one night. That a movie would be great.. but not at home.. let’s go to the theater. We drive into Rochester around 7 or so.. got to my favorite theater.. we choose some horror flick that really neither of us want to see.. as we have other ideas. We do what you do at the movies.. we get an icy to share only it’s the adult kind.. a frosty moscato.. light and sweet like fresh peaches and a bag of popcorn.. Read more »

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Converting The Feminist [MF][Bondage][Virgin]

The band on my finger continued to taunt me, a sign of my submission to another, and a man at that. I was a proud feminist, fighting for our cause of equality. I didn’t per se hate men, I just believed they didn’t treat us with respect. No, instead, men treated us like children bearing fuck dolls that are too stupid to make an educated decision.

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To my left was the man in question, Blake Sinclaire. Blake was a smart man, believed in femininity and not to mention drop dead gorgeous. Most of my girlfriends believed I was the luckiest girl in the world. I told them I felt differently, that marrying Blake was a betrayal to all the things I stood for.

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I turned to face my brown-haired lover, who had magically won me over. Honestly, if it was a real thing, I would believe he had me under a spell. Part of me wanted it to be that way. A spell would keep me believing I was happy and everything was perfect instead of this unbearable self doubt I’ve continued to let plague me with since our first date. Read more »

The Insurance Appraisal M/F

Written in response to a prompt about a pair of 34Js.

I had to look for an image- that’s well beyond my experience.

A fun vignette……

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I thought it was a joke. Insure her breasts?

She must have known what I was thinking because she stood up and unbuttoned that coat and pulled back the lapels. And I was astounded. They were breathtaking.

I work with the industry appraising rare items like art, sculpture and historic artifacts. That is what I had here. All three categories were appropriate.

As I walked to the windows to shut the blinds, I tried to make small talk. “Well, of course, the first step is an appraisal of the merchandise.”

“I expected it would be. Here they are.”

You slid out of the coat and stood. You raised your arms above your head and pulled back your shoulders.

“The physical beauty cannot be denied. However, there are many quantifiable items we must document. Your size, for example. If they were to shrink, you could claim a loss.

“Luckily, I have a complete set of instruments to gauge them.” I pulled out calipers normally used for sculpture. Read more »

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