A view for the squirrels – [MF, outdoors/camping]

A view for the squirrels – [MF, outdoors/camping]

Your senses are becoming borderline gluttonous; the smell of pine, the light breeze chilling your ass, the distant sound of water – maybe a creek – it’s hard to tell with the blindfold. The restraints aren’t painful, but suddenly feel worryingly secure.

How long had you been on display for the creatures of the forest? It couldn’t have been more than five minutes. Ten?

You’d heard his footsteps leave the campsite. He’d said he was going to gather some firewood and was leaving you “as a curious surprise for the squirrels.”

“Do squirrels participate in voyeurism? Would it then only be of other squirrels? Or is any vagina – just another vagina? Shoot, if so wouldn’t he prefer it with hair – more squirrel like?”

The sun on your cunt is warm, and your thoughts bounce between fantasy, primal desire and cautious apprehension.

Suddenly, the sound of sticks cracking within earshot cause you to try and jolt upright, but restraints prevent it.

You call out “Hey! You’re back! I was worried!” But there is no response.

The Mousy Landlord (Part 3): The Tightest Goodbye [MF]

*Months ago when I posted my first two encounters with my landlady (see my post history), I received a ton of messages and comments asking if there was a third hookup. As I said in the comments, we did indeed have a final encounter just as I was moving out of the unit. I’ve been meaning to write up a retelling of this final encounter, but failed to find the time until now. To those who asked: here it is.*

*( Also if anyone has any advice/tips/experience regarding self-publishing erotic writing/journaling, please msg me! I need help lol )*

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My lease was up, and as much as I liked the unit’s price tag, there were too many issues with the place for me to justify staying. I had found a handful of places that offered more square footage, a better location, some of which were newly renovated, for only $100 (and some change) extra a month. It was time to get out.

I sent my landlord a text informing her that I would not be renewing my lease. She immediately replied with a text explaining what I would need to do to get my security deposit back. The wording was surprisingly clinical, as though I hadn’t spent accumulative hours deep in her guts. Alas, business is business I guess.

Dramatic Perspective [F/M]

It was a summer evening. I (18F) was getting bored and wanted to go home. The sun was also tired and was surely losing his energy and light. The sun was looking at me with straight looks while he was crawling into the shades of the black hills in a distance that were wearing white caps made of ice. It was like he was saying to me that he too had enough for the day from all these uninteresting human beings. Huh, such were my feelings.

I had so much on my mind. I looked down my crop top to my B cup breasts with curious looks. A breeze flew by and found its way under the crop top to my nipples and kissed them with feather like touch, making them rush with excitement and blood, making them hard. I looked around to check if anyone was around on the side of the road waiting for a ride while sliding my left hand under the top to cup my breast. I took a sigh thinking these toys are not enough to attract a boyfriend. Somehow a chilly feeling went down my spine with the thought that I might die a Virgin.

Looking for old erotic story – Gay sci-fi about a guy on a planet of gay men? [Searching]

There was an erotic story I read around 1993 or 1994 that was a sci-fi story about a guy on a planet populated by gay men. Does anyone recall a story like this? Some parts of the story I remember:

– Plants that produce a liquid that instantly gives you a hard-on & makes you horny when dripped/rubbed onto the penis

– Plants, tree stumps, etc. that can give you an orgasm

– A scene where the main character is lying on his back making out with another guy while some anteater-like creatures suck their cocks

We meet again chapter 1

Introduction:

Tammy has been a friend since high school, we played around our senior year but became lovers much later in life. She was surprised the first time my wife told her to sleep with me. Now she looks forward to it when she comes to townI attended my high school reunion last month, it was nice to see every one again.Tammy was there looking just as beautiful as the last time I had seen her. She welcomed me again with her cheerful voice and a hug and kiss.”Where’s your wife” she asked looking around “she is down state”.Telling her she was watching my grandson while my daughter was having another baby.Well I am sorry I missed her ,

Do you think she would mind if I stayed over tonight, I am heading back home on Monday”Tammy asked.”I dont think she will mind at all, you know how she is. I sure do, I was hoping to get back with you before I leave. I am glad I was able to see you here”Tammy said giving my hand a squeeze.”Well I am going to make my rounds, I will talk back with you later”she said. I watched her walk away ,at 62 she still had a firm butt I couldn’t wait to get her naked again .

When i [f]ucked my history professor [22F]

We had sexual tension all year, he was so fine and probably around his mid 30s. Junior year of my bachelor’s i was struggling with my grade in his class so i would stay after class for “help” when i really was just trying to flirt with him the entire time. It came down to my 89% in the last week of school, and i begged him to round my grade. he said if i wanted an A then i’m going to have to work for it… looked down and saw his hard dick through his work pants.. reached over and starting stroking his big cock. he was about to cum and asked if he could put it in me, then he fucked me so good i almost passed out. Finished with a 95 and a really good recommendation letter ;)

Julie [Exposition] [Planned: MMMMMF | GangBang | Bad Ending | Arkham inspired Horror | nc]

Disclaimer: Any resemblance of characters or situations, be it fictional or nonfictional within the context of this story is unintentional. I have never written anything like this before so bear with me. The nature of the story does not necessarily reflect any personal desires on my part, it’s just an experiment with macabre vicariousness and nothing more. Please keep in mind it’s just a story, and if you’re not into horror please don’t get invested.

Lastly, a special thanks to u/Eiras_Erotica for work-shopping some ideas with me.

**Part 1**

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Julie had noticed Mark checking her out on more than one occasion. He was hardly even slick about it. She was the “cute-girl” in the office. Her long curly brown hair, big brown doe-eyes, and dimpled cheeks earned her, her fair share of attention around the office. However, unlike most guys, Mark followed her around like a puppy and he seemed especially enamored with her ass. Truthfully, most of the office was, men and women alike stole glances at her it -she was skinny, and it was admittedly large and jiggly for a girl her size- but Mark was really into it, not in a creepy way, it was just so often he seemed hypnotized when she walked by. She found it endearing, really.

Mom Catches Me With A Boner (mf | incest | handjob | premature | mom/son)

It was summertime between semesters at college for me. I was spending the summer back home with my parents. My father was at work most days, while my mother took care of the house. She woke up early most days to go tan out by the pool. The tanning was in between making meals and cleaning up the house. I had been waking up around noon each afternoon because I stayed up late on my computer each night.

Most days so far had started with me waking up late to get breakfast. Usually seeing my mother outside tanning or walking around the house in her pool robe. I would then go back up to my room to watch television, movies, or videos online. That would last until dinner time when I would go down to eat with both of my parents. Right after eating, I was back in my room alone. The end to my night was staying up late until passing out and repeat it the next day.

Sometimes being [M]arried has it’s perks…

Being married for any amount of time can cause strain on a relationship, I think. My eyes have always wandered, but I remain physically faithful. Married sex turns into a routine. You’ve been with the person for years and know their body like your own. Vanilla sex becomes the norm.

Sometimes one has to take initiative to make things more exciting. My wife has always been the less adventurous and has the lower sex drive. I’ve made suggestions to spice things up ex. Lingerie, cock rings, vibrators, we even bought a polaroid camera to take naughty pictures. But she is very set in our married sex. The truth is, I’m bored.

We go through dry spells ever so often where we won’t have sex for over a week. I spend a lot of time on here, by myself, dreaming what it would be like to fuck someone new. Someone else’s body to learn. Then I feel guilty. Not in a i’m a p.o.s. kinda way, but in a my dad cheated on my mom, it’s only a matter of time I inherit my bloodlines evils.

[FM] The time I (23[F]) had sex with a married photographer (36[M])

Don’t know how to write these but after being asked to write a sex story this is the one that came to mind. This was a few years ago so I can’t remember all the details but I still think about it a lot. For me the most sexual parts of this is the sexual tension before I had sex with this person so this will have a lot of build up. I was a young naive 1st year uni student that wanted to make her ex jealous with lots of thirst traps on Instagram. So naturally I turned to bikini modelling because I was to embarrassed to ask my real friends to take bikini pics of me. This is how I ended up organising a shoot with a photographer off of a casting website.

We started the shoot at a natural rock pool and when I first saw him I was shocked as, if I’m honest, I’d never seen a young, good looking photographer before. I was instantly attracted to him and found him easy to talk to and the shoot quickly ended up being us just hanging out. As he was from overseas and wanted to see all the local beaches we ended up taking the coastal walk and doing bikini shoots every time we found a new beach. Something about his accent made him seem really passionate when he spoke and made him sound really smart, it had me hooked on his every word.