[M23]y Holiday Whore [F]

A lot of the stories on my profile are with guys however, as I am bi I thought I would share the amazing experiences I had with a girl while on holiday with my parents. True story!

A couple of years ago I was in holiday in Italy with my parents. We were staying in small but old town, there were no tourists apart from ourselves and there wasn’t that many young people around so I thought it was gonna be a boring couple

One night at a restaurant in the centre of the town, I noticed the waitress who was serving me was beautiful, and couldn’t stop looking over at me. She looked traditionally Italian, she had jet black hair, olive skin and a small figure, her ass was incredible. I’m pretty sure she dropped some napkins on purpose so she could bend over and give me a full view. The best thing about her however was her eyes, she had big anime eyes that drew me in, it was like I couldn’t stop myself when she looked at me.

When I rose to the occasion and got my PhD [MF]

I watch the snow softly falling outside through the tiny window of my office. One side of the window is stuck, so a chilly draft creeps in. I shiver. Even the suit I’d had to wear to my PhD presentation this morning is barely sufficient. My dark cotton slacks are too thin to be of use, and they’re uncomfortably tight. I felt them earlier, to, as I glanced at her in the audience every now and then while presenting my research results. I’m surprised I managed to get through it without stumbling. I shift uncomfortably in my chair at the memory of the feeling. Her gaze upon me, thoughtful, appraising…appreciative? Nah, wishful thinking, surely. Need to get my head back into my work.

At least I have the office to myself today; all the other PhDs are out teaching. It’s going to be a long day. I boot up my laptop and dive into my stats software with a vengeance. All day I’ll be running code to calculate the trajectories of planets in their star systems, trying to find the barest of statistical anomalies that might indicate sentient life. With the frigid wasteland outside and the weekend fast approaching, it feels like I’m on one of the thousands of dud planets with no sentient life whatsoever.

Peeking [MFF] [Voyeurism, Oral, Masturbation, Intercourse, Long]

I should not have peeked. To be certain, most sexually-starved individuals with a pulse would have at least been tempted to have done so under the same circumstances. Still, I should not have peeked.

It was partly my beautiful, over-sexed, very platonic roommate’s fault. Jenny was a goddess in a way. So close, yet always so far away. Always giving a tease, but leaving it just that, a delicious tease. Perhaps reaching out by sound when she was in the midst of passion with someone else, but that is as close a touch she dared give. I was her constant. She could fall back on me and know I wouldn’t take advantage of her when she was vulnerable after something in her life went south.

That said, she always sounds so fucking good when she was getting it on, even with the wall muffling her moanings, her breathings, her beggings, and her demandings. Tonight though, she sounded more heavenly than all of the angels singing in rapture. The sweet sound of her caressed my cock more directly than if her hand was wrapped around it, pumping it, milking it. Could anyone blame me if suddenly, for the first time, I was annoyed with just how well the wall muffled her voice, yet not well enough where thus, I justified just a quick peek?

[M]y first time fucking a longtime [F]riend of mine from school

So one time in high school when I was 18, I was invited out with an old friend to go to her house and hang out with a few other friends and go swimming in her pool. Now, this friend, I never really had a “crush” on her, pur se, but I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t had dirty thoughts about her. She was about 5’7″, with a nice ass and a very alluring pair of tits.

So back to the story, turned out everyone else invited to her house had to cancel out for one reason or another, so it ended up just being me and her, and we were literally by ourselves since her family was gone for the weekend. We didn’t really have a plan for anything else to do, and since nobody else showed up, we said “screw it” and just decided to go swimming.

We got outside, and went to go change. She went around the corner of the house while I stayed there, and while I was changing I couldn’t stop thinking about the fact that she was around the corner at this minute, with her gorgeous tits hanging loose, bouncing freely as she gets changed. I pushed the thought away because I knew nothing would happen. Eventually she came back out and we got into the pool.

Wild Week chapter 9 (family fun, Billy and Madeline)

CHAPTER 9 : Friday

Billy rushed home after baseball practice. He had started to protest last night at dinner when Mom had told him to come straight home this morning, until she told him why. She had promised Mrs. James that he would come over and help her move some furniture. Billy had readily agreed, eager to be near her after the scene he had witnessed the other night.

He didn’t even take time to change clothes after practice, going straight to her door after tossing his baseball gear up towards his own house. He had already knocked on the door when a nervous thought suddenly struck him. What if she had seen him watching her? He was on the verge of turning away and running back home when the door opened and there she stood.

All of his apprehension dissipated as he stared at her. She was wearing a white halter top, tied between her firm little titties, very short cut-off jean shorts, her long legs bare all the way down to her sandals, and a white headband held her thick black hair back away from her beautiful smiling face. What an incredible babe, Billy thought, staring at the smooth white flesh around her exposed bellybutton.

The Wicked Tower Chapter 1 [MF] [inc] [cheat]

*I’ve written this story through chapter 4.* *All chapters are available on my website. You can find the link in my Reddit profile if you’re interested. Or if can’t find the link there, you can search for “RawlyRawls subscribestar” on google to find my site. If you prefer to wait, I’ll post about a chapter a month here. All characters in sexual situations are 18 or older. Thanks for reading!*

Like most things, the echo of hooves died quickly out on the Hawk’s Road. Engineers had somehow suspended the cobbled path along the ridge. On one side, a declivity fell hundreds of feet down to the sea. On the other rested a barren chasm, dark with volcanic glass. Duke Fortinbras Tullius scowled down at the sea from the window of his carriage. He had been a duke for only three days, his father having officially disappeared on Monday. And here he was, already summoned by the two queens regent. He looked up to see Accipiter Cubitum’s twisting spires towering above him. The palace seemed to perch on the cliff like a hawk’s nest. From their spot on the winding road, Fortinbras could see the newest tower rise above all others. Still under construction, its iridescence corkscrewed into a passing cloud. The Blessed Tower they called it. Fortinbras shivered. It didn’t seem so blessed to him. “Does it frighten you, Potitus? The palace, I mean.”

[FM] Couple massage with Tim

Received two vouchers for a massage from a friend and looking at how adventurous we were a few days prior (nothing sexual but a sport activity which he tagged along), Tim and me definitely needed one to help us with our sore muscles. We then made plans and book a slot for the it.

Arrived at the parlour, checked in and the counter lady asked if we would like to opt for the couple room or individual room. Like how most massage parlours are, most of the workers are mandarin speakers. Tim will definitely have a communication barrier as he is unable to understand the language and hey, we came as a couple, so we are definitely going use the couple room.

I saw a couple having sex outside, and I watched [MF]

OK, so picture the scene. I’m 15, and down at a caravan in the Scottish Borders with my family. The caravan park is right on the coast, and there are cliffs and massive rocky outcrops everywhere.

So one day I’m out, pretending I’m fit and healthy, and scrambling around the rocks. Because let’s face it, there’s bugger all else to do. So anyway, I’m clambering around these rocks, when I hear voices. I go into full stealth mode, crawling around to see if I can see where the voices are coming from (imagine Gollum from The Two Towers, only fatter and hairier).

So I find a vantage point, staying close to the cliff wall behind me so I’m not spotted, and I see them. A couple taking photographs. No big deal, until I realise that the woman’s top is on the rocks at the man’s feet. She turns around, and holy shit! What a pair of tits. Needless to say, I’m thinking this’ll be prime wanking material for another time. Then she starts taking her jean shorts off, and I’m instantly hard.

[MF]Competitive Edge [Friends Turn Lovers][Dub-Con][Edging][Teased][Ruined Orgasm]

> *Welcome back one again my fellow perverts, smuts, whores, dirty bitches, and sultry sluts. Back again with another chapter, this one a bit shorter, but sweet, much like the topic alludes to. Because why should our protagonists be the only one left edged and ruined? Alas, if you’re new to me, feel free to check out my previous posts* [*Temptation*](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/ilh5na/mftemptation_friends_turn/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3) *and* [*I Spy With My Horny Eyes*](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/ilv0ys/mfi_spy_with_my_horny_eyes_friends_turn/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)*. Nonetheless, let’s get right into it shall we? And as always,* ***Perversion Responsibly~***

He enters the bedroom to see her unconscious figure sprawled across the satin sheets. However, he wanted to take a moment to admire her beauty; his reason for being here wasn’t solely to express appreciation. Instead, it was for a more selfish motive to carry out a short form of punishment while fulfilling her fantasy. A two for one easily justified by the innocent guise of ‘something she wanted’. A perfect plan, a perfect strategy, but imperfect individuals.