A modest reddit encounter

You have arrived at the address you received and, as instructed you open the door and enter the cool entranceway from the heat of the day. Doubt races through your mind. “this is insane, I’ve never even met this guy before.”

Your heels click on the tiled floor as you walk down the hallway. “Third door on the right” you repeat to yourself. The message had been so very enticing. “Hot peach cream pies available. Enquiries to iamborticus”

“Come in please,” drifts through the door. You push on the door which opens heavily and silently. You step inside the room. Dappled sunlight pours through timber blind hades. As your eyes adjust to the room you see a well worn leather chesterfield couch against the wall. A massage table is positioned in the middle of he room atop a large fibre rug.

“Where did the voice come from,” you wonder before your memory reminds me of your instructions: Disrobe and mount the table. Await your pleasure. Your summer dress slips from your shoulder and falls to the floor silently. Kicking your shoes off you run your hands over your bare ass. “Wasn’t any point putting underwear on,” you think to yourself. Your nipples are erect in the cool air, and you walk quickly to the table which you climb atop

[MF] Daycare adventures #6 – a coworker

Alright alright, I know it’s not a mom. But she was older then me, not a MILF (no kids). But fuck it, who cares. It happened and I’m telling y’all about it. :)

Also, I keep saying this will be short and end up writing a mini novel. So in that spirit, I’ll try and keep this short and fail miserably at it.

For context, this happened midway through my daycare career. It was a community centre that had multiple services running out of it. This is a coworker from one of those services (So not a daycare worker herself). We had huge sexual chemistry but didn’t do anything due to work. So this happened as she was leaving to take a job elsewhere.

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Fast forwarding this to our 4th date. We had talked on the phone (no texting remember, 2000s), we were very sexual with each other. On all our previous dates. We had made out in her car. Felt each other through our clothes. She loved to tease, loved it. I was a walking hard on…always was but even more so now that she would edge me. And for context, she said that she was super tight.

Horny Housemates Part II [MF] [Mast] [Exh] [Voy]

Jack’s first week in the new house was rather uneventful (besides Steph’s accidental exhibitionism on Sunday). Steph didn’t have any more ‘friends’ over, and since she was at home most evenings her and Jack ended up getting to know each other. She told him she was just starting in her third year of university, and he told her about his new job and how he didn’t really know anyone in the city. It was nice to have someone to talk to, and Steph was quite easygoing, if a little sloppy as a roommate.

The third person in the house arrived on Wednesday, which was about the only time they saw her. A small girl with short brown hair called Martha, she’d taken her bags up to the top and then mostly stayed in her room, occasionally coming down for meals or to slip out, never saying where. Jack tried to talk to her a few times, but never for very long – he got the impression she was quite shy, and not one for conversation. That was fine – he liked talking to Steph more than enough.

[F] M one year lunch affair with W [M] – The First Night Together

If you do read the previous post, you will know by now that W is a married man. The only time we do meet is on a weekday when his wife is at work during lunchtime. So happened that I was on leave from work for slightly more than a month. Within this period, W wife was away on a 4 days business trip so I had a mini staycation over at his place. It’s a recollection of what happen based on my memories.

Right after work, I met up with W at the lobby of his apartment and headed to his floor. As we reached the front door and while rummaging through the pocket for his keys, the elevator behind us opened and out came W’s neighbour who had to walk passed us to get into her unit. I quickly took a step forward towards the door and pretended to rummage through my bag as a pretext to hide my identity. “Hello there! How have you been?”, his neighbour greeted with friendly smile after a walk with her dog. That was the first time to have met any of his neighbours and from what was told, W and his wife are quite friendly with the units around them. W turned to greet them as I opened the door and proceeded inside. Would the neighbour noticed my presence, especially for someone coming in at 10 in the night? That I am unsure of because W wife and me do have a similar presence from height to hair length. But then again, most neighbours usually keep mum about the happenings around anyway so I guess they do know about it. I mean hey, I am there for almost every week during lunch time.

There’s Something in the Water Chapter 4 Part 2 [MF] [inc] [cheat]

*I’ve written this story through chapter 19. The novel is complete.* *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!*

*Previous chapters:*

[Chapter 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/hkqfii/theres_something_in_the_water_chapter_1_mf_inc/)

[Chapter 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/hunp8c/theres_something_in_the_water_chapter_2_mf_inc/)

[Chapter 3](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/i3kyqr/theres_something_in_the_water_chapter_3_mf_inc/)

[Chapter 4 Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ihrz45/theres_something_in_the_water_chapter_4_part_1_mf/)

Patrick craned his neck to see David in the front row of the bleachers. His tall friend was back at school and sitting with the basketball team for a pep rally. Patrick wished David was up in the stands with his pals so Patrick could talk to him about everything that was going on.

“This rally’s a drag.” Patrick looked over at Roy.

“Yeah.” Roy wasn’t paying any attention. He was watching the cheerleaders. “Check out the paper shakers.”

“Yeah, they’re pretty.” Patrick looked down at the girls dancing in formation. “Did you hear me?”

There’s Something in the Water Chapter 4 Part 1 [MF] [inc] [cheat]

*I’ve written this story through chapter 19. The novel is complete.* *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!*

*Previous chapters:*

[Chapter 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/hkqfii/theres_something_in_the_water_chapter_1_mf_inc/)

[Chapter 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/hunp8c/theres_something_in_the_water_chapter_2_mf_inc/)

[Chapter 3](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/i3kyqr/theres_something_in_the_water_chapter_3_mf_inc/)

Roy got home and closed the door behind him. He was breathing hard and sweating. He felt great. He felt on top of the world. He also felt a little strange. He had just lost his virginity to his friend’s mom. With his friend’s dad standing in the hallway. His fevered brain couldn’t quite process all that had just happened.

“Hello, Mom, I’m home.” Roy dropped his backpack in the hallway and walked toward the kitchen.

Looking for a Daddy/Master

Hi there! My name’s Claire and I’m 23 years old! I’m a college student who’s studying early childhood education and I work as a cashier part time!

My main interests are video games (Xbox) and music (I play the flute)!

Kink wise some would say I’m kinda vanilla. I really love spanking, choking, hair pulling, light bondage, slapping, and degrading occasionally! And I’m more interest in soft/daddy doms.

At the top of my head my limits are, blood, weapons, bathroom stuff, and cnc.

Shoot me s/nxp queenxclaire

The Story of Cunt II: Day Four [BDSM] [public] [humiliation] [FF]

**Author’s note: someone was constistently downvoting my chapters as soon as they got posted which essentially hid them from viewers. Thankfully, it seems that the chapters are regaining a bit of traction. The last story had only a few readers anyway, so I’m not expecting to go viral, but I do want my story reaching the audience that may appreciate it. This is to say, if you are finding this now, please go into my profile and catch up on the story. And enjoy!**

Cunt awoke still in the warm embrace of her hostess, a slight snore emanating into her ear, soft breathing on her neck, breasts squeezing into her back. The sun was out and she knew that this moment would end eventually but she wished it would last as long as possible. She wanted to turn around and look at her saviour, but she worried about waking her. So, she just lay there waiting for a sign of waking. That sign came when a delicate hand ran through her thick hair, followed by a breathy, half-asleep “good morning.” Cunt turned around to face the woman who held her last night and would soon use her with a few of her friends. As soon as she turned, the woman kissed her passionately. Her hand went under the cover but stopped upon realizing the time.

The Dope Man Is Up To Something. [MF]

The house on Ashbury St looked as if it didn’t belong. The house sat in a nice development, in a nice part of town. But the house in question was not like the others. The grass rose up tall and overpowering, a mixture of weeds and dead grass. The driveway had vehicles parked that had not moved in ages. The garage door sat slightly open, and crooked, with a food and water dish out for the local strays. The house’s around the house in question on Ashbury St were newer build cookie-cutter homes with manicured yards and suburban white families.

I had gotten to this peculiar house on Ashbury St looking to find some dope, hash, weed, mary-jane, or whatever you call it in your neck of the world. I had graduated from college and quit weed, I had gotten my big boy job and was done with it. Flashforward a year and a half later, my company closed shop and I was left jobless and girlfriend less. When I texted my old dealer looking for an ounce, he told me he had moved off to California in search for greener pastures, or legal weed pastures. However, he had a friend who could hook me up but warned me he was a bit weird. My old dealer checked with his hookup if it was good for him to give me his number, within 15 minutes I had received a text from my new dealer.

Demonic Curse, Pt 1

She was so innocent, so sweet. How could this happen to her? She was so confident about being able to contain the magics of the unearthed talisman, knew it wouldn’t corrupt her. Was eager for the boost to her skills it was promising. She said she could hear it’s whispers as she held it, that should have been enough of a hint to throw it to the ground and destroy it! Any cleric should have had the sense to discard such vile filth. Perhaps that’s just my paladin training.

As soon as she placed the cursed object over her head, allowing the amulet to sit atop her bosom, her robes began to burn. She shrieked, reaching her hands up to her head as light emitted from what little skin was exposed from her modest garb. More and more light blinded our group as her clothing burned, and our group was knocked to the floor by a sudden concussive blast. I had to shield my eyes from the bright light coming from where our cleric stood, still screaming as the relic consumed her.