Slipping in at the Waterslide [M/F, Public, Wetting]

It was hot. Reclining in a beach chair and sipping ice water should have been enough, but being in direct sunlight was brutal. There were chairs at the water park in the shade, but this spot offered a particular advantage. Especially with proper preparation.

I word wiped sweat from my brow and adjusted my sunglasses, then untied my board shorts. I’d need some extra room today.

Sitting on a bridge over just the end of the Big Dip, the chairs were in the splash zone of the largest water slide in the park. It was meant to add to the thrill, the big drop curving underneath and then up and around the bridge was a rush in and of itself. But because of the constant screaming and splashing, not to mention the direct sunlight, the chairs were rarely used.

What they did do, however, was offer an up close view of the sliders. First as they crossed the bridge, occasionally stopping to view the sliders on their way down and providing an excellent display of their backside – particularly from my lower viewing angle.

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Merchandise [MF][BDSM]

You keep your gaze lowered until you’re spoken to directly. It’s a rule you really struggled with at the start of your training, but which comes as second nature now… along with everything else: stand up straight, hands behind your back, eyes down, shoulders loose. You don’t move a muscle as the two men pace around you.

“She’s pretty,” says one. You don’t recognise the voice. This must be the customer. “How old?”

“22.”

“How long has she been in training for?”

“Two years. She was a little… difficult at first. But no longer. She’s one of our finest. Very smart. Very eager to please.”

“Hmm.”

You hold your breath. It’s cool in the room where they hold the viewings. Air conditioned air, since the space is windowless and private. Naked as you are, it’s difficult not to shiver. Especially as you can feel eyes roaming your body, taking in every hair, every curve of skin.

It took hours to prepare for this. You’ve been waxed, shaved, made smooth, bathed. You’re hair is pinned back. Light makeup. That’s all the girls are permitted to wear for a viewing; the purpose is to display you as you are, not to mislead.

[M] lets share our naughty and taboo secrets

This is a judgement free zone. I’m interested in hearing what the naughtiest secret you have is. I’ll tell you mine. It could be something incredibly slutty that you’ve done. Or something very bad that you did. Maybe it’s something you haven’t told anyone or maybe it’s something only few people know about. Regardless I’d love to share. Whether you’re getting it off your chest or reliving the moment one last time. I would love to share any and all secrets free of judgement. All I ask is that you are over eighteen

Where I’m going to cu[M] from now on

On mobile so forgive the style. So yesterday I was supposed to get my pipe cleaned during my lunch break. You know the usual ?. Well the guy didn’t come through. I took off work cause usually I want to go home after blowing my load. I was kinda upset cause I was super horny. Luckily someone messaged me and was close. I told them I needed my pipe cleaned and that they could swallow or take a facial. We talked about STIs and background and stuff. We didn’t exchange names tho. I drove to a mall and picked up the guy. He was a decent look and had some nice muscles and he said I could breed his tight ass if I wanted. I thought nah maybe next time. So we drive off to some empty woods. He chose the woods cause I would have been cool getting road head. He gets down on his knees in the woods and puts my dick in his mouth. He was really talented with his mouth. He said he was free use so I started roughly face fucking him. He threw in some sweet deep throat. I called him a nasty little slut and bitch. Finally after about 10 minutes of face fucking him with my meaty cock I shot a couple of ropes down his throat. That throat was so warm and soft like velvet. I made sure he swallowed and cleaned it. He said it tasted really sweet which I liked to hear as my diet is really important to me. I was still hard tho so he got to sucking again. His throat was so deep, soft, and warm. He used the perfect amount of spit and made a the best sucking noise. I was getting close to cumming again. I pulled out of his velvet mouth in last sec and gave him a big facial. Since I was done, I started to leave and drive home. He said he would walk to his house (20 mins) with my load on his face. I was tired so I drove to a store and got a meal. I told him we can make this a daily or weekly thing and he said sure so I can empty my load during my break. I’ll probably breed his tight ass this weekend. I also decided my load will be put on or in someone from now on.

My night with an Instagram model [MF]

This happened this past weekend. My buddy Steve was having a small get together with different friend groups. It was only about 25 people and it was all outside and everyone was following regulations.

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I arrive at the party with some alcohol in hand my bag to go into the pool/hot tub later in the evening. I immediately go up to my friend Steve and thank him for inviting me. I go to the friends that I know and say hi to them and am making small talk with those that I don’t when this amazingly girl, Amy (not her real name) comes into the party in a sexy romper. One thing about me is I love a good romper. They show off a girls ass.

I eventually make my way over to her and introduce myself. Amy has blonde hair, thin waist, small boobs, but a great (natural) ass. We started talking casually about things like what I do for a living and how I know Steve. I then find out that she is an instagram model. I’m a bit surprised by this. I have met different insta girls before and they all seemed very vapid.

[MF] The perks of dating a pro triathlete: tight body, awesome tan, and fully shaved

In my 20s, I was an aspiring pro male cyclist. To pursue my racing dreams, I moved to Colorado and would race and train 3-5 hours a day. While it’s a lot of working out, it’s a lot of down time, and being a 20 something fit guy, you’re constantly looking for good trouble and better pussy. I’d hang out at the bike shop, coffee shop, the park, the pool, wherever people were at. At the pool was where I met Jenna (not her real name).

Jenna was already a pro triathlete. She had long blonde hair, lean and toned, 5’7”, 130lbs and you could see her thigh, shoulder, abdominal muscles. Not a 6 pack or overly muscular. She was at the pool a lot doing laps and as an athlete, I wouldn’t hit on her there. I noted her backpack had some sponsor patches and figured out she must be a triathlete. I made note of which bike and clothing sponsors she had cause I’m a bike nerd.

How to Get a Messy Facial on your Kitchen Floor, in Three Easy Steps [FM]

The next time I saw Charlie his hair was still long and messy, but he had shaved, and on the whole he looked a lot more like I remembered him from our days in class together. We had met in a small, moody basement bar in Hoxton (let’s call it…I don’t know…Sadness Remembers?), and we were chatting with all the ease and tact of two people who are so certain that the evening will end with them fucking that, in making plans, in meeting and, thus far, in the evening itself, neither of them has felt the need to mention it. It was quite the feat, really, since virtually the last thing I remembered saying to Charlie was asking him to fuck me in the arse.

The Dust Storm Cowboy [M/F]

The wind is strong and whips the front door closed, the old wood creaking and groaning as it slams shut, over and over. She pulls herself up off the cot and drags herself to the front door, keeping the wool blanket wrapped tightly around her exhausted body. She flips the latch on the door, trying to keep it closed, but the wind proves too much and it flies back, slams against the wall and makes her jump. 

She puts her back to the door and sits on the dirt-laden floor, in front of the hearth, the heat from the fire making her cold face tingle. She raises her hands to the flames to warm them and her blanket falls off behind her and in an instant the wind drags it away. It is her last possession that can keep her warm so she must summon the energy to get to her feet once again.

The Heatwave Part 2 – Burning Up [FMMMMMM | Cheating | Gang Bang | Creampie | Submission]

**Check out Part 1** [**here**](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/hw5jpk/heatwave_mf_cheating_xpost_from_reroticliterature/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x)

The last two weeks had gone by as a blur for Misty. Since that fateful day where Jason had come by to do electrical work; and her subsequent domination, her days have been filled with a mixture of anxiety and pure arousal. True to his word, Jason did call Misty the day after they first met, and she obediently went to his apartment. He used her as a toy for several hours, and once they were done she was sent on her way.

That wasn’t the only time they’ve met since, while her husband Taylor has been working additional hours late into the evening, Misty had gone out and met Jason in dark parking lots, dingy public bathrooms, and even to job sites he was working and gave him oral in the back of his van. Throughout her neighbourhood Misty was known as the perfect wife, being married for fifteen years and being outgoing within the community; nobody would have guessed she was living a double life as the personal sex slave to a muscular young man in his twenties, dominating her on almost a nightly basis.

The Auntie Story #1 [FM]

As promised u/deodek and u/Azzurri1 on the latter’s contribution [https://www.reddit.com/r/sexstories/comments/hptjzn/my_sexual_exploits_all_real_experience_1_my/](https://www.reddit.com/r/sexstories/comments/hptjzn/my_sexual_exploits_all_real_experience_1_my/)

– here is the first part of *my* auntie experience. Further details regarding follow up at the end of this story.

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This experience is written from memory. It happened decades ago and my memory may have altered a few things to make it easier on myself. Technically my aunt did nothing wrong and age is not an issue where I live. With regards to the latter I will not be specific other than I was a teenager. You can place the actual age where you want.

*Quick background (or jump to the **):*

My uncle lived with a new girlfriend Lisa who was about 10 years younger than him and about 11 years older than me.She worked in pre-schooling and as our own school had a week each year for us – as pupils – to try out different trades, I was offered a week at her job.

At the time of this episode my uncle, Pete, and now aunt, Lisa, lived in a flat with a master bedroom, a hallway, a small bathroom, a kitchen and a big living/lounge room.