Losing my virginity

He was 29 and I was 17. Yes, I was that young.? We knew each other because he lived in the neighborhood. I didn’t really like him because he was probably too popular. I think you know that kind of guy who is known by everybody, everybody likes him but actually, you don’t have any idea what kind of person he is. So, that was Joe.

One day, I was on the way home from school and I had had a horrible day. I don’t quite remember why, but I know I was very sad. It was wintertime, it was cold, it was dark, I felt miserable. Then suddenly a car stopped next to me. It was Joe and he offered me a ride back home. I accepted it, got into his car and he dropped me home. The following days roughly the same place he just came from nowhere and picked me up and took me home. I found out he was quite nice, funny and we talked a lot. From my school back home there were two different roads. One was straight through the town. Usually, it took a long time because of the traffic. The other was a little bit longer by distance, but there was no traffic. That one left the town, drove across a hill with sinuous roads, and then turned out the other end of the town where I lived. During the wintertime, this road wasn’t really used because of snow or ice. Although it was risky, he often chose this way to drop me off, and sometimes he even went to some sideroads to the woods and stopped there to talk. Read more »

Menage – part 3 of 3 [MMF, anal]

I didn’t think I could take another orgasm like that. I could lose consciousness, or something worse could happen and one of these men will have to call 911. Wouldn’t that be embarrassing!

I couldn’t figure out who did what, somehow, I ended on top of the friend, straddling right over his thick angry cock sheathed with a condom. My foggy mind cleared instantly when the drive of hard male cock slammed inside my sex again and pushed all the way until it hit my cervix. I responded with a gasp that was mixed with a scream. I looked down to see the friend gritting his teeth. His hands gripped my hips tightly, grounding me to him.

*Oh dear Lord, they weren’t finished with me yet.*

I tossed my head back, feeling myself struggling for breath. My body was slick with perspiration. The friend took full advantage of my exposed neck, nipping it, running his tongue up my neck to tug on my ear lobe with his teeth, sending more shivers down my back.

I heard a rip.

*Or was that a tear? Wait. That was the sound of another condom wrapper. Oh shit! He is not about to do what I think….* Read more »

Menage – part 2 of 3 [MMF, anal]

I felt like a rag doll in my lover’s arms. My legs crumpled from the weakness caused by my incredible orgasm. My lover reached down, picked me up into his arms and tenderly carried me over to the bed in the other room.

The friend followed us, cursing under his breath about “that shit was good” while wiping my juices off his moustache and chin.

Lying on my side, I curled up with a pillow and watched the two men as they slowly undressed. I’ve always been fascinated by how, in general, men seemed to be very comfortable with their bodies. As the two men stood before me, I studied the unique differences of their bodies.

My lover’s body was well-toned with muscular arms, flat abdomen, shapely legs and calves. His smooth tawny skin was lightly covered with fine dark hairs on his chest, arms and legs. His cock stood long and fully erect, out from the thick brush of soft pubic hair.

His friend was obviously into body building. He had muscles that roped around his arms and legs. His chest was powerfully-defined and complimented with an abdomen that definitely fit the description of “washboard.” His warm mocha-colored skin was completely hairless. His hard cock was not as long as my lover’s but was thick and heavily veined. Read more »

Menage – part 1 of 3 [MMF, anal]

My best story written….

*“Meet me in the lounge bar at the Bond Plaza. And, wear something nice…underneath.”*

My lover’s instructions were simple and I clearly understood what he meant by “underneath.” In other words, wear one of my best lingerie outfits. But I as I left the cab and walked towards the glass doors of the exclusive hotel, I couldn’t help but wonder what was the special occasion? We had been seeing each other exclusively for about six months now. It wasn’t any kind of anniversary, nor was my birthday or any holiday coming up.

I smiled warmly at the portly doorman who greeted me and held a door open for me to enter. In the cavernous but elegantly decorated foyer, I felt a chill cascading down my back to the exposed lengths of my legs. The chill could have been caused by the brisk autumn evening breeze that followed me in. Or it could have been the anticipation I was feeling with my mind speculating what my lover had planned for us. Read more »

Visiting Anna – 03 The bet and a bit of fun (MF)

Part 1: [https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/g9xrbg/visiting_anna_01_arrival_and_some_wine_mf/](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/g9xrbg/visiting_anna_01_arrival_and_some_wine_mf/)

Part 2: [https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/gahedv/visiting_anna_02_requests_and_payments/](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/gahedv/visiting_anna_02_requests_and_payments/)

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“What do you mean with… a bet you have going with some of your friends?”

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Anna’s face got even more red at that question. She was laying there, naked and ready for some fun. But this question got her a little embarrassed.

“Well….” She said quietly as she started fidgeting with her fingers.

“I told my girl friends about you, and that I was hosting you.” She continued, giving a little background. It seemed like she was stalling a little.

“And after some wine… and me showing a couple pictures…” She was having difficulties getting to the point.

“Well… we all agreed that you were hot!” Anna was now beat red as she tried to get herself to tell me about this bet.

“And?” I pushed her along with a kiss on her warm, wet pussy.

“And we talked about you for a while that night.” She continued, getting a little more comfortable.

“And?” I leaned in for another kiss.

“And we agreed that you were fuckable!” She blurted out, trying to get to the point. Read more »

Teasing my neighbor on Wedding anniversary

It was 4 10 PM and I and my husband thought it would be better to get me dressed “appropriate” so that I can get locked out of the house. I had already laid out all that I was going to wear on our bed. I had planned to tease Mr. Yoder by showing as much as possible without having to strip. I wanted him to see all of me while my husband watched me teasing Mr. Yoder from our bedroom. I had waxed my armpits, my legs, and my pussy the previous evening. I started applying makeup first because I did not want to ruin my lingerie. I put on my foundation, concealer, highlighter, eyebrow gel, eye shadow, eyeliner, mascara, and bright red lip color.
I then put on the lingerie ensemble that I had planned for the evening. I wore a black lace sheer V neck back closure lingerie bra that has scalloped trim and two straps on either side of the cup that acted as a highlight to my cleavage and with thin straps, a double very thin-strapped black thong which only covered my crotch, a black lace garter belt with 6 suspenders, and a sheer thigh high stocking with lace top. I completed the look with my 5″ black stilettos. I walked down and my husband said “Don’t give Mr. Yoder a heart attack” and spanked my ass. I rubbed my ass on his cock which was already hard. We both went over the plan one more time and asked my husband to double-check if his cellphone is on silent mode, I did not want Mr. Yoder to hear his phone ring inside the house. Read more »

On Display [MF] [Exhibitionist] [Anal]

On Display

I should preface this fantasy with explaining the set up of my apartment building. It’s one of those super tall high rises, with a four story parking garage at the bottom. Floor to ceiling windows and balconies for every apartment. The building itself stands a bit a part from other buildings, so no one could get a view into an apartment from another building.

I live on the fifth floor, meaning my view is of the roof of the parking garage, and in theory I could climb over my balcony and walk around on the roof. In the time I’ve lived here, I’ve only seen someone on the roof a few times. Usually someone from maintenance cleaning up any trash that inevitably gets stuck up there. Due to this fact, and my tendencies not to care if any one sees, I masturbate openly all over my apartment, typically with the blinds up.

Now onto the fantasy… Read more »

[M]y roommate made me cum [F]rom conversation and touching

So, during this whole quarantine situation, plenty of people are out a job, having to worry about unemployment, unable to go out, etc, etc. Today, my roommate, let’s call her “Olivia,” wanted to vent to me about how much stress this has been causing her. So we sat down, put some Parks and Rec on, and she started talking. At one point, she had something “super juicy” or whatever to say, so she got super close to me and whispered in my ear. I mean, really? As if anyone else in the world could hear her? It was just the two of us in the apartment. But anyway, after she got close to me, she stayed there. Then she started touching my leg to accent her words. She’d say “and I can’t believe Jess would say that!” and with every word she’d touch my thigh.

She kept at this touching for the rest of her monologue, however kept reaching higher up my leg. Her initial taps meant for emphasis turned into a full-on inner-thigh massage. Of course, I naturally started pitching a tent while she did this. However, I did manage to slide my hand in my pocket to slip my pole under my waistband in the meantime. Read more »

Take What Is Yours

In seconds the words you say to me can have me swelling with pleasure and cursing your name all at the same time. The mere thought of you taking the control you only elude to is intoxicating. You make one simple statement that my submissive mind instantly interprets as a command and I want so badly to obey, to give in to my nature and please. It’s as if my very existence depends on my ability to accommodate your requests. And in those moments, those tortuous moments when the seconds tick on, ringing in my head, the ache between my thighs spreads like a wildfire into my belly and reminds me over and over how I have relinquished control to you. It doesn’t matter how small or how large the control I’ve given, but that I have. I want to do anything possible to ensure your favor, to ensure the pleasure only you can cultivate. I want to prove to you how much I deserve every ounce of indulgence that strikes. I imagine it like a piano key striking a chord. The need radiates out in waves like sound until I become this needy girl ravenous for orgasm at your will and not my own. I want you to witness how feral I become and to see the burning desire in my eyes. I crave for you to understand how the electricity runs through my body and is a delightful debilitator when you exert your force over me. I fear I’ll never have the right words to express those moments. Might I propose you never stop and perhaps one day I’ll be able to explain how needy my cunt becomes and wants every part of my being answering to your mercy. How long must I beg for you to take what is yours?

My bf caught me [F] playing with the neighbour [M] and punished me for it *update*

So here’s the update on my neighbour situation, please check out my other posts to find out how this whole thing started if you’re interested!!

I have been trying to avoid Daniel since we fucked in his garage. It hasn’t been that hard to do; just keeping the blinds closed and staying inside, especially when I wake up early in the mornings. There have been a couple of days that I’ve thought I saw his shadow pass behind the blinds, but I couldn’t have been sure and I didn’t check.

The day after he bent me over his car, I wanted to see him again. Feel him again. I woke up thinking about his big hand pressing me down against the hood against the hood as he had his way with me. Each time I thought a shadow passed the window my heart jumped into my chest and my pussy pulsed, but I resisted checking, resisted going outside. I just fingered myself furiously on the couch, my eyes locked on the window, searching for a hint of him through the closed blinds. As the days and weeks passed I thought about him less, but I still kept the blinds closed. Read more »