collection of stories you shouldn't read at work
In crafting erotica fiction, I like the diversify where the male partner finishes. To do this better, I’d love to poll the audience (women only please, I have a pretty good sense of what men like). In ranked order, what do you prefer?
-Creampie
-Chest/Stomach
-Butt/Back
-Mouth
-Face
Someone from r/swingers asked me to post this here as well so here ya go.
TL/DR : Wife and I married for 10+ years. High school sweethearts. Never dated, let alone had sex with anyone else. Went to swingers club expecting, at most, a hard swap with a couple. Ended up in middle of orgy.
Wife and I are both in our low thirties and were high school sweethearts. Married for more than 10 years. We’ve never had sex with anyone else. We’ve never dated anyone else. All we’ve ever known is each other. A few months ago we decided to try the LS out and then Covid happened. Yay! After some waiting we decided to dive in and finally go to a club.
We decided on Colette’s in NOLA for our first ever LS event. We have a Kasidie profile and luckily had made a few acquaintances via the events page prior to attending and that made having someone to talk with in the club MUCH easier. Upon arrival around 9:30 we were greeted by the staff and given the standard tour. Afterwards, we went back to get a drink and do the newbie (I assume) stand and stare.
# Lexi Jane: International Superstar (Part 3)
^(By Gael Ambrose)
Jake was a selfish lover. Lexi could tell by the way he cleared his bowls in one rip. Anecdotally, she’d noticed that all the selfish lovers she’d brought onto her tour bus had the same behavior: clear a bowl in one rip, start loading more then ask if it’s ok after, clear a few more bowls, babble about how they had a high tolerance but this stuff was still pretty good they guessed, then ask if she wanted to fuck.
As Lexi went through the rules she’d given to Don earlier, Jake stayed true to the selfish-lover formula with one exception: he didn’t ask to fuck at the end. Lexi figured this may have been influenced by Donovan’s presence. Jake started on some rant about the metal band whose t-shirt he was wearing now. Complaining about how they’d really lost their way since their first album. Edgar stopped by the table with another few rounds of coffee. Don took the opportunity to ask where the bathroom was and Lexi found herself alone with Jake for the first time.
He works all day, standing on his feet, dealing with miserable people who question his judgement, though they know he is far more educated.
He paints a smile on, inside the turmoil building. He is tired and he is sad; sad to see the state of things and sad that his life’s work will be for naught–a struggle against the walls being built up around him.
He is silent in his car while he drives home. He doesn’t live far yet most days he does not remember a moment of the drive. He replays the day in his mind as the wheel slides through his fingertips, instincts taking him to his home.
He tries to find the moments of success, he pleads with himself to forget the failures of the day, to go home with a blank slate so that his life can be more than just his work day.
He needs no keys, the door is unlocked. He pushes it open and drops his things on the table by the door, where a photo of he and his wife rests comfortably in an ornate white picture frame. She turns the corner and they meet eyes.
LONG STORY..
When I was 21 I had just started this job at a cafe. There was this guy, a man really as he was 45. He was a regular customer before I had started. When I first met him I was kind of in awe. He was very good looking for his age and in great shape as well. It was almost as if he had this golden aura glowing around him that drew me in. He was kind and funny and flirty. We eventually started texting which quickly led to sexting. Before I knew it, I was going over to his house to hang out. He would often grill steaks for dinner and we would get high and fuck. I remember the first time we had sex, I was super nervous. I didn’t know what to expect from an older man but he was incredible. I got attached rather fast. At the time, he was fresh into a divorce from a marriage of 25 years and I knew that he had been on an online dating site but he totally lived in a bachelor pad. A couple of other guys from work stayed there too but he had the master bedroom with a huge bathroom and it’s own fireplace with the huge flatscreen above it and a California king bed. Two French doors leading to the outside patio, so it had its own privacy. It became a habit of mine to visit him and even stay the night and be the last to leave the next morning. After a couple of months he invited me on a weekend trip to Orlando. We stayed in a beautiful Grand Hyatt hotel and spent the entire weekend eating at the most incredible restaurants and devouring each other’s bodies back in our room. After about a year of fun he moved away with an older woman he had met online. I was crushed. I tried to convince him that he didn’t need a relationship at that time, especially not one as serious as living with each other. I claimed that I didn’t want to be his girlfriend or anything but what we had was fun and we could keep it going while he figured out his life. Things were still messy with his divorce. He moved anyway.
A little bit of background (a lot of my friends, family and co-workers are here) but will be vague. Also, considering it’s a true story, it’s long. This is the first of many – I’ve fucked over a dozen women in the last few years as FWB and a few more as one-night stands. Depending on feedback, I might write more.
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I’ve been married to Sally for a while and have kids. We got married young and it was great in the bedroom for a while, but Sally lost her sex drive completely and for the last 6 years, we’ve had sex less than 10 times a year. I’m quite successful and recently sold my business to my partner, got a significant inheritance and due to COVID, quit working. Sally is quite successful herself and we have more in our investments than people can dream on. And yeah, I’m in my late 30s. Just got lucky multiple times and managed to make the right decisions.
As Rita walked down the road, suddenly a car stops besides her. And as Rita turns her head, she could car window being rolled down, and from inside, Varun greeting her . Rita returned a pleasant smile and greeted back.
Varun asked Rita whether she wanted a life home, Rita denied at first but as Varun commented he is not a random stranger and won’t do any harm , he just kind of commanded Rita to sit in the car. Rita keeps the groceries in the back and begins to sit in the car. As she gets into the car, she doesn’t know why her heart began to sink as she took a wiff of pleasant smell in the car and thinking about the fact , that she would be driving home in the car of the person whom she was stalking a few days ago . As Rita closes the door, out of nervousness she fumbles to buckle up in first attempt and without any delay, Varun take hold of Rita’s wrist , and buckles up the belt for her . As Rita feels the strong grip over her wrist, a wave of current just flows through her body and she couldn’t understand why that was happening. Being headed to Rita’s home , Varun and Rita had a good time with each other with Varun complimenting Rita and Rita just blushing and trying to compliment back . At one point of the conversation, Varun even told Rita jokingly that she was hot for her age.
“Did you get a call back”
“Yeah”
“And?”
“I didn’t get it”
Calvin had been out of work for 4 months now. Rent was due at the end of the week.
“Nevermind. You’ve just got to be patient.”
“Yeah you’re right. There’s still the job at the bank. They should call me tomorrow to tell me if I made the cut for the last round of interviews.”
Calvin sighed. “The rent is due soon though.”
“…. I know.” Samantha said.
They had both been thinking about it. John, their landlord had let them off with a month’s rent last time but only after Samantha had agreed to sleep with him.
“I think I can get him to give us another month if necessary.” Samantha offered
“No. That’s not happening. Once was painful, I can’t let him do that to you again. Plus it’s embarrassing for me.”
“Calvin it’s fine. It doesn’t mean anything. You know I love you. And I know you love me. It’s just…sex. Just forget about it. ”
“It’s not easy you know that. And this seems to be affecting me more than you.”
I got a text from Marie one afternoon that I feel like so many people dream of getting from their partners and it was straight to the point.
“I want to try anal.”
I was completely caught off guard but immediately interested, we had talked about it previously as a concept and she had never expressed desire to explore it so I wasn’t going to push. When I asked her why the sudden interest, she confessed that she had heard some friends talk about enjoying it so she had her interest piqued, and that she wanted to find out “what the big deal was.” We had been friends for a longer time than we had been friends with benefits so we trusted each other and that allowed a safe environment to explore. We began talking about it and decided to take the leap the upcoming weekend when we were both free next.
Sarah sat and waited for him, lips pursed as she nervously sipped her coffee, trying to ignore the butterflies in her stomach. Her auburn curls spilled down over her tight clothing. She had dressed as he’d instructed: ‘show cleavage, but don’t draw too much attention to yourself’. Her petite frame was in a smart black trouser suit and a simple tight white cotton top, cut low enough for him to be happy.
Sarah had seen him before, spoken to him many times, but this would be their first face to face meeting.
‘What was she doing here?’ she thought to herself. Meeting a man from the internet for sex. Should she just leave?
“Hello Sarah.”
She jumped before looking around to see him standing next to her.
“Hello,” she said, trying to stay calm.
He took a seat next to her and they talked. Although their conversation was quite different from the ones they were used to. There wasn’t a mention of anything pink, fluffy, or girls with charmingly low IQ whatsoever. She talked nervously, her eyes dancing between his and the table top, as they made small talk. At one point she found herself animatedly agreeing that people who spit in public should be rounded up and sent to evening classes to learn manners, before sharing a loud uninhibited laugh.