Quarantine Pt4[Truth Or Dare]

After the second round or two of our little game of Truth or Dare, the truths slowly faded away and the game simply became ‘Dare’.

We were all three drunk on the hardwood floor of my living room sitting cross legged like a bunch of teenagers giggling and laughing at the semi naughty fun that was transpiring. April had one limp hand laying on my thigh which would occasionally brush against my cock through my underwear, teasing me and keeping me on edge. Now remember that hunger I told you, I saw in Matts eyes? It was now in the air. There was a heaviness lingering on everyone right now that no one was really acknowledging.

“Alright my turn” April chimed in just before taking a sip of her glass. Her eyes looked over the glass first at me…..then Matt….then back at me again. “Lets see…..MATT! I dare you…….to give me a back massage”

I felt my back stiffen up at the idea of Matt’s hands on my wife in such an intimate fashion but before I could protest, April was already pulling her hair into a ponytail and placing it over one shoulder while taking position between Matts legs with her back to him. She looked me straight in the ey as she settled in, and I watched as Matt’s hands came down on her shoulders with the thin tank to separating his skin……from hers.

Quarantine Pt4[Truth or Dare]

[Pt3]( [https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/gejvpp/quarantine_pt3teasing/](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/gejvpp/quarantine_pt3teasing/) )

After the second round or two of our little game of Truth or Dare, the truths slowly faded away and the game simply became ‘Dare’.

We were all three drunk on the hardwood floor of my living room sitting cross legged like a bunch of teenagers giggling and laughing at the semi naughty fun that was transpiring. April had one limp hand laying on my thigh which would occasionally brush against my cock through my underwear, teasing me and keeping me on edge. Now remember that hunger I told you, I saw in Matts eyes? It was now in the air. There was a heaviness lingering on everyone right now that no one was really acknowledging.

“Alright my turn” April chimed in just before taking a sip of her glass. Her eyes looked over the glass first at me…..then Matt….then back at me again. “Lets see…..MATT! I dare you…….to give me a back massage”

Spell Gone Wrong [mF] [inc] [anal] [oral] [body swap] [mother/son]

**Spell Gone Wrong**

Sweat running down her neck, with no light but the little thrown by the contained flame in the petite metal cauldron and four candles that rested on the table, Isabella tossed the tuft of her boyfriend’s hair into the cauldron. The spell card rested behind it.

“Take this offering. Give me sight, give me vision. Let me see him at his most private. Truth, preferable to ignorance. Let me see it all.”

The flame shot up and turned purple.

Isabella fainted and collapsed.

The flame continued to burn.

***

Isabella rolled over in bed, waking from sleep. Before opening her eyes, she noticed acute pain in her lower back and shoulders. Something felt different about her chest, too—a different distribution of weight. She opened her eyes and immediately realized she was in a different room than her own. _I don’t have an alarm clock._ The bedding was unfamiliar. _I’ve never been in this room before. Where am I?_

Her hands, they were completely different too, more wrinkles. She looked down at her chest. _Whoa, gravity’s really doing its job, what happened?_ Isabella glanced down. A fading scar ran up her abdomen. _How’d I get that?_ She spread her legs. Curly black hair covered her mons pubis. _I swear I shaved like two days ago, what the heck?_

[MM] My Daddy encounter with an older black gentleman

A couple of years ago I was cruising around fetlife, seeing what was available that was out of the ordinary. I had been hooking up with guys for a few years but had never done anything in the kink/fetish world with another guy. As it tends to happen with me, curiosity got the best of me and I responded to an ad.

The ad was posted by a very handsome black gentleman who seemed to be on the same wavelength as me. He identifies as straight in normal day-to-day life, but enjoys the sexual company of men from time to time. He wanted to try some things he hasn’t been able to do before, kink-wise, and was looking for someone to explore with.

I responded and we hit it off immediately. He suggested a few kinks he’d like to try and I was all for it. We ended up getting each other so turned on we decided to meet right then. I was at work and left in the middle of the day. Walking out of the office, knowing what I was about to do, put an extra pep in my step.

[FM] Happy Birthday to Me

It’s my birthday, and like any good and dutiful wife, all I wanted was for my husband to fuck the shit out of me. He’s nothing if not obliging.

The day passes without much incident, and I’m beginning to worry that it will get away from us, and the marathon-fucking I’d hoped for will be relegated to an evening quickie before bed. Not that I mind the variation, but, as you recall, it’s my birthday.

Luckily, as the night winds down, he leads me upstairs and to our bed.

“I want to give you a massage,” he says, and I grin. I’ve not once had a massage from him that didn’t end with phenomenal sex, and at this point it’s a conditioned response. I think I’m already moving my hips in anticipation.

I undress, he undresses, and I lie facedown, closing my eyes as he gets some oil and rubs it over my body. He rushes a bit, a product of having waited all day and being turned on. I don’t blame him, as my pussy has been aching for attention since he told me he was going to massage me, and relaxation isn’t at the forefront of my mind.

The time I got blindfolded and tied up [MF]

The thought of being submissive has always turned me on, maybe because I’ve always felt in control of everything, including my own sexlife. Even though my ex would tie me up, spank me and occasionally choke me, he’d never really go “all the way”, and I never felt that I got enough of the whole dominance thing.

Ever since then, I secretly dreamed about being dominated and used for the pleasure of a man. The feeling of losing all control and having someone hold me down, tie me up and do whatever he wanted with my body made me extremely horny. I can feel my pussy getting wet thinking about it while writing this (I’m currently sitting in my office….).
Sometimes I’ve felt ashamed over liking this type of sex, its not typically charming to like being used as a slut. But fortunately, a few months ago I met this guy on a tinder date. We hit it off and hooked up on the first date, and then we started dating. And now we’re here, still dating (and fucking A LOT). I finally met someone who can fuck me like I want to be fucked, all the time.
He told me to write this story about one of our many good fucks. He’s 32 and a really good looking, tall guy. Fit, and with big hands and a big dick. I’m pretty tall (for a girl), and slim with small breasts and blonde hair. I would say we’re both pretty sexy :)

Seeking an author for a very weird celebrity erotica I’d like someone to write.

I’d like to commission an author to write a celebrity erotica for me. It is weird, pointless, and absolutely silly. But I will pay for it to exist. Here is the basic plot.

A young man is captured by celebrities who are into femdom and want a man as a sex slave. First, he is tied to a chair, and the female singer Dua Lipa has her way with him. She plays her song “Blow Your Mind (Mwah)” on a stereo and sloppily kisses him in rhythm to every “mwah” in the song. When it is over, she gives him tons of brutally slobbery kisses and face licks, leaving his face dripping wet, covered in lipstick, and his mouth thoroughly invaded by her tongue. After that, he is castrated by Taylor Swift with a vice as she rants at him with all sorts of misandry. He is then given to Carly Rae Jepsen to live forever as an attendant to her beautiful delicate feet and to worship her smooth thighs.

Yep, that’s it. It’s stupid as Hell, I know. But my money is good, and I just want this story to happen. Please contact me if interested, or post here and I’ll contact you.

[MF] Anal and cum play with drunk wife

As she laid down on the edge of the bed with her legs in the air and her freshly waxed pussy and ass exposed, I knew this night was going to be different.

We’ve been married for 5 years, but started dating when we were 19. Our sex life through our mid 20s was amazing. It slowed down in recent years, but with the stress of work and a baby that’s to be expected.

We’re both 31 and have great careers. Both definitely above average in the looks department. I’m 6’1, 190, and in pretty good shape (pics in profile). My wife is 5’8, 130, perky b cups, and a perfectly round ass.

Since moving to the suburbs, we really haven’t made friends. Everywhere we go, we are on the lookout for couples that look like they’d be our friends. We headed to the new trendy restaurant in town for drinks and dinner.

My wife chatted up a few other couples at the bar. It was innocent but kind of sexy. All I could think about was watching my wife going down on the other wife, but that’s a story for another time. At dinner, she mentioned it felt like we were trying to date other couples and she kind of loved the chase.

The Balcony

“I’m ready” the text read as I waited for you to give me the all clear. I make my way to your room, I enter and there you are, hands on the railing to the balcony, bent over. Your ass displayed, your full lips peaking at me, you are presented. I move to you. No words spoken. None are needed. As hard as I am, as much as I want to grip those hips and own that cunt right now, there’s something I’m craving just a bit more.
I drop to one knee behind you, and gripping low on your hips, my big thumbs pulling apart your cheeks, I push my face into your thick pussy lips. I hear the sharp intake of breath as my tongue finds that throbbing clit and laps at it. My nose teasing the entrance to your pussy. You buck some, bend more, exposing more of your center to me. I flatten my tongue and let you grind at it with your pearl. I’m humming, nearly growling into your flesh. Your wetness is starting to coat my chin and cheeks. Hands kneading your hips and ass I move my tongue to thrust it into your cunt. I love how you taste. I tongue fuck you a bit, my one hand moves to your clit because I know my slut needs that button pushed. I rub it. Roll it. Flick it with my finger tip while you start to move back against my tongue. I could fuck you right now, but My thirst hasn’t been quenched yet.
I slide my tongue out of your pussy and up to your ass. Licking at the bud, I make my tongue rigid and tease you. My fingers still working your clit, my thumb moving into your wet hole. I wiggle my tongue against your asshole, I circle it a couple more times before, and all at once, sliding my tongue directly to your clit again. You’re whimpering. My cock is leaking it’s precum at your noises, god I want your cum. I flick your clit with my tongue, my hands pulling your cheeks further apart so I can eat your honey properly. Soon your grinding on my face. My tongue rigid and flat against your clit and your body tenses as you let out that throaty moan. Your cum is covering my face. I’ve had enough. I stand behind you, your legs still quivering, you hear my zipper come down and as much as I enjoy teasing you with my cock head I need to be inside you. I push in. My precum and your cum making your cunt nice and slick. I grab your hips and start thrusting into you. It sounds so wet. You can hear my balls slapping your pussy lips. Hear me breathing harder behind you. Feel my thick cock violate you. Each thrust seems to get deeper as my big hands pull you onto me as I push into you. Your one hand leaves the rail and you reach down and rub that clit. You’re whimpering again, telling me “that’s it, fill me up” I push harder into you. Quick short powerful thrusts. I won’t last much longer. “Cum in me” your words force me over the edge my one hand grabs your hair and jerks back as I push deep into you while my cock swells and begins to spasm. Shooting shot after shot of my seed deep into your wanting cunt. Your pussy milks my dick. We stand there for a moment before retreating into the room. Unaware, and uncaring we had just been watched.

Mrs. Asha Nair Part 2

Hi guys, I hope you enjoyed the first part. This happened a few months after [part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/geghdg/mrs_asha_nair/).

Her husband was back in town for a couple of months now. All we could manage was mutual masturbation as meeting her was close to impossible. As another month passed by we decided that we had to do something about it.

I asked her if she had any friends out of town who she could go to and meet. We decided that she will leave her daughter with her husband for the weekend and she will visit her friend in Bangalore. She would be staying with her friend for one night and spending the other with me. We were both very excited as we have never spent more than a few hours together in our hotel room encounters. I cooked up a story at home about some meetings in B’lore. She left for B’lore Friday night by bus and “I left the following day by car. She was to stay and spend time with her friend the whole of Saturday and come meet me Sunday around lunchtime.