The World Drifts By: The Threesome that Wasn’t [FFM][F]

*n.b. Please don’t do what I did in this story. It’s extremely stupid and either you or one of your friends will probably drown.*

My second year of university drew to a close and, as I remember it, I was in a perpetual bad mood. I’m sure that I was no longer mired in self-loathing over how things had ended with [Lucy](https://old.reddit.com/user/itsonlycharlotte/comments/i3qb94/the_lucy_links/) by now, but I liked studying and disliked long summers, and no doubt I was fed up over some other romantic or sexual entanglement which had gone south.

I had been sharing a house with three other people; two of them had already left for the summer, and only Rosie and I remained. Rosie was—and remains—an exceptionally lovely person, by far my favourite of my housemates. She was a fellow English student with an earnest love for Harry Potter, an infectious smile, and a mild demeanour which people often mistook for shyness, but was more of a genuine, polite-to-a-fault fascination with others and what they had to say. And, I suppose, for the purpose of this story I might as well add that she’s very pretty in an understated way, a kind of soft-skinned, wavy-haired and (she wouldn’t mind me saying this, I’m sure) chubby cuteness, with smooth and gentle curves which, more often than not, she kept hidden. Read more »

The Hon Arabella Hamilton-Smythe … in need of a husband?

I just knew that an evening in the company of Sebastian St-John fforbes-Whitely was going to be dull, from the moment that I saw his weak jaw and his foppish hair. The bumbling, Hugh Grant-style of supposedly amusing conversation wasn’t an improvement either. But, a girl must do what a girl must do. I’m wasn’t getting any younger, and the pool of eligible bachelors that were of the correct social standing for the third daughter of an earl’s youngest brother was getting smaller by the year. So when he invited me to dinner, I thought it best to accept, even though he is at least ten years younger than me. At least.

The restaurant was very select, the food was magnificent and the ambience discreet. But the conversation was so, *so* dull. As we sat in the haze of the candlelight, he held forth, self-deprecatingly, about his various massive failures and minor achievements. I glazed over several times. All the while, his young eyes seemed fixed to my cleavage. Not that I objected: it’s good to know that I can still give a young man the hots, not matter how uninteresting he is. Read more »

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Coming home and being used

Ive been gone a lot lately travelling, my boyfriend isn’t used to this, we have lived together for a year and I make myself constantly available to him sexually. So I had been gone about a week and a half after only having been home a couple days since my last adventure, needless to say he’s been alone a lot. We have an agreement that he will not touch himself while I’m gone but rather I will come home, shower while he is at work, clean out my asshole to ensure a good time in whichever way he chooses, shave everything on my body, apply lotion and lay waiting for him. When he returns he can have his way with my body for as long, as many times, and in whatever way he wishes. This typically involves my legs being tied apart my hands being tied above me and being used until he decides he’s had enough. I tell him it is okay to take all of the built up sexual energy and use it as aggression on my body. This is the story my most recent return. Read more »

Softball Trip – My First Lesbian Experience

In my youth I played softball. On one away game 3 of us got stuck in a hotel room together. Normally there’s only 2 to a room but for whatever reason we were under-booked so I ended up sharing a bed with my friend Rachel.

Rachel and I were close friends. The kind of friends that had seen each other change a million times. We spent our summers together swimming at her parents pool, we double dated to the senior prom together etc. You get the idea. We’d been friends a long time. So needless to say when the following happened I was a more than surprised.

I wake up in the middle of the night being spooned by Rachel. Next thing I know her hand is squeezing in underneath my arm and starts to squeeze my breast over my shirt. At first I thought it was a joke. We’ve always joked liked this. Slapping each others ass, grabbing boobs, hell we’d taken showers together.

I didn’t take it seriously until her hand made it’s way underneath my shirt. Then both hands were groping and squeezing my breast. I remember thinking how nice it was to have someone that was gently and knew what she was doing. Unlike many of the guys I’d been with who just try and rip them off. Read more »

Sucking his cock on the train. [MF] We left a party because he wanted to fuck but then I couldn’t wait [F20, M21]

[This happened on a New Years Eve with my ex when I was 20]

I bounced up the stairs to the train station, feeling my high pigtails swinging behind me and my very short, very preppy skirt grazing the top of my thighs. I knew Nathan was probably watching from behind. I reached the top, turned around, and took the lollipop out of my mouth to smile at him.

“Hurry up!” I called. I was still buzzing from the MDMA we’d taken a few hours earlier – I’d been laughing and dancing and draping myself over our friends, enjoying the warmth and touch of other bodies at the party.

Nathan’s pill had made him quiet instead. I checked on him earlier and he’d said he felt good and relaxed but not particularly energetic – he’d just chatted to some mates while I partied. Later on he admitted that he’d been thinking about fucking me throughout the night, wondering if he could pull me into an empty bedroom with him, but the family of our friend having the party had been home. So eventually he tugged me away from the couch where I was snuggling a girl I’d just met, and persuaded me to leave. Read more »

[FM] “Hey Daddy” – How I made my tinder date my cumslut

Sorry it ended up longer than I intended.

I’ll try to keep the “pre action” talk short. I’ve been a long time lurker in the sub, I posted once in an old throwaway but thought I’d give back some more.

This started late last year, pre-covid nightmare, my objective on tinder was a bit more open, it more depended on what I came across, I wasn’t out to fuck anything that moved. But the key part was, the last line of my bio was “call me daddy, and I’m yours”

So I match with this girl, let’s call her Jess. And she messages immediately (I know right).

“Hey Daddy”

And from there I know it was on. We messaged in-app for a day or so, including her mentioning how all she could do at work all day was imagine sucking my cock, and talking my load down her throat. We clicked in such a way sexually that I just knew how to get her worked up, how to talk and what to say to push her buttons. When I did get her number things went naughty fast, pictures were sent and she made it clear she didn’t have work tomorrow (but I did). Read more »

The hard punishment. [MF] [BDSM] [Rough] [Humiliation]

Imagine me punishing you.

I will slap you. Carry you on my shoulder like a bag, and throw you on the bed. Not gently.

I will tie you up to the bed, remove your panties and put them into your mouth so that you can shut up. Put the blindfold on your eyes full of fear so that you won’t even see what happens to you.

Then, I will fist your pussy. You will try to moan. But noone will hear you.

If you ever try to set free, I will put a finger in your ass. And then another one. And that, until you stay quiet.

Now that you are totally degraded, I will facefuck you until your cheeks are completely covered by tears and gag spit.

I will then take you, put you against the wall, and literally destroy your ass. Put my hard thick cock into you. You will scream, you will sweat, you will shake.

Then I’ll force you to clean my cock up right after that. I will cum on the floor, in your room. Put a leather leash around your neck. And you will have to lick the cum, with my feet putting your head on the floor. Read more »

The Morning After Pt.2 [ffm]

Part one found [here.](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/i9orsv/the_morning_after_pt1_ffm/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x)

Recap – Holly woke up early one morning after a night out with friends, just as she was in the middle of a delightful erotic dream. She closed her eyes replaying the dream and started playing with herself. This came to a sudden end when she brushed the arm of her best friend Morgan who she forgot had stayed over, fortunately she was still asleep and unaware of Holly’s antics. Trying to cool off and compose herself again, she removed the bedsheet covering them both but found herself capitated by the body of her friend lying next to her in only her bra and panties. She started gently touching/comparing both their bodies, taking a naughty selfie and sending it to Ollie who was sleeping in the spare room, knowing it would drive him crazy the next day. She continued comparing Morgan’s body with her own, ending at her pussy which she found difficult through Morgan’s panties. Having been so aroused earlier, Holly had a damp patch in her blue panties, which she had rested her hand against and unintentionally moved it to her lips which shocked her having not tasted her own juices before. It was whilst she was investigating this and playing with her grool that she heard a noise from the corner of the room. Read more »

My Boss [29F] is a Foul-Tempered, 4’11” Auto-Mechanic Who I [33M] Fantasize About Fucking Doggy-Style Against the Tire-Balancing Machine. Yesterday We Hate-Fucked Each Other After Disagreeing About A Car-Repair Issue. [MF]

I’ll never forget the first time I stepped into Ferro Custom Racing. It was a hell of a way to begin a new job. Roxanna Ferro stood encircled by a handful of her mechanics whilst unzipping her coveralls as they leered at her and whooped amongst themselves. The white, midriff-baring tank top she wore that day would become a familiar sight. She stopped the zipper at the waist and tied the coverall sleeves into a knot just below her navel. Making one brief pause to roll her sinewy shoulders, she leaped up and grabbed the strut of an empty hydraulic lift.

“Kiss my ass, you fucking pussies,” she said over her shoulder. “Just watch me!”

She proceeded to use the strut as a chin-up bar in full view of her staff. I was impressed by the muscles on her sleek but powerful upper body, which reminded me of Sarah Connor in Terminator 2. With each rep she grunted like an animal. The improvised belt cinched around her slim waist accentuated her curvy hips and round, taut ass.

“Eight, *Ng!* Nine, *Ng!* TEN!” she crowed, dropping down and cocking her head at one of her mechanics. Read more »

Qwyn the Mage II [MM+][MC][Fantasy]

Qwyn yawned wide as he stretched in his seat in the academy cafeteria. For some reason he’d been feeling exhausted lately. He’d been dozing during his lessons and seemed to wake up only more sore and tired than before. Maybe it was a mistake to agree to Headmaster Alvada’s insistence to increase his lessons to three days a week. But he couldn’t do that, he knew how fortunate he was to receive so much private tutoring from the headmaster.

Beside Qwyn, Veer mimicked his yawn. Veer was Qwyn’s best friend and the only other student in the entire school to also be receiving private tutoring from the headmaster. He was everything Qwyn wasn’t, tall, lithe, and graceful where Qwyn was short, plump, and clumsy. Granted Veer was an elf so it was natural that he would have the grace and beauty that all his kind did but that didn’t make Qwyn feel much better. Veer had short dark hair and lightly tanned skin where Qwyn was pale with a smattering of freckles a mop of mousy brown hair. The only thing they had in common was looking younger than they were. Both were adults but Qwyn’s short stature made him still look like a freshman and Veer’s race would make him look barely twenty years old for the next couple centuries. Read more »