I thing I remembered about Ann, her skin was silky smooth, you run your hand over her body and getting a hard on. Her Ass, tits and thighs and the second we went to Las Vegas, NV. We got to know each other pretty well, we had sex every night we were together, Ann loved it rough, the rougher the better. Wednesday nights were better for me during the week and she came to my hotel, the Embassy had free bar service from 6 to 8 every night so we sit at a table and talk, then go up to my room and have unbelievable sex. I found out Ann like to spanked, plus she had a large variety of sexy lingerie that she would change into every night we were together. One was black with red trim, the two laces holding the breast up would let down two flaps exposing her tits. Very Very Sexy, her nipples had nipple clamps with a chain that ran to each clamp. She would take off the matching panties and put ass up in the air and ask me to spank it. I had never been with a lady who wanted it as rough as Ann liked but I learned to please her. I would say all the sex that was locked up in her came out after her husband died. Then she wanted to sit on my face while she sucked my cock almost a 69 but not quite. Then she wanted to be fucked hard. she love to have a butt plug while having sex.
[MF] An Autumn Eve of Wintery Fire (Part 2)
*This is a direct continuation from part 1, which can be read here:*
[*https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/g86ibi/mf_an_autumn_eve_of_wintery_fire_part_1/*](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/g86ibi/mf_an_autumn_eve_of_wintery_fire_part_1/)
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Through your panting, you muster something quiet that I can’t quite hear. I look at you puzzled and ask what you said. You take a deep breath and compose yourself as best you can considering, and repeat yourself louder. “I want to try something… but… you have to promise… not to do anything I don’t tell you” you say, still breathing heavily.
My mind is dizzy, and I lay back, placing my arms behind my neck. I am confused, but something in me pushes me to pursue this intriguing itch. “Ok” is the only word my mind can even comprehend at this moment.
You lift yourself off me slowly, moaning as it reaches its tip. With one small movement, my damp still solid member slips out, slapping my abdomen as you let out an almost inaudible whine. I see your naked figure skate across the cold floor, as you move toward the bathroom. I can see the light turn on inside, and you disappear. I roll to my side, finally catching my breath. I pick up the precipitating green bottle and pour yet another glass of champagne, gulping it down and attempting to quench my insatiable thirst.
[MF] An Autumn Eve of Wintery Fire (Part 1)
*Preface: *As a big fan of erotic literature, I wanted to finally put something together to post online. I tend to be a bit more on the cheesy romantic side of things and hope I didn’t go too overboard with it here. I tend to get a bit detail oriented and thus have tried my absolute best to ensure there are no spelling, grammatical, or punctuation mistakes, however I would love to hear feedback of all sorts including any corrections or changes you think should be made. I found it much easier to use myself as the main protagonist and as such included a short bio at the beginning for readers to better follow along. If that is difficult for you or throws you off in any way, then by all means, please disregard the first paragraph. Anyways, without further ado, here’s my story:**
***An Autumn Eve of Wintery Fire***
‘47 Bonnie & Clyde. [MF]
a dramatised version of true events* (also my first time in writing, lmk what you think!!)
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‘47 Bonnie & Clyde.
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Growing up, claiming that you were able to feed your family without literally breaking a leg was enough to warrant you a one-way ticket to a mental asylum. The streets of London were cold and unforgiving and, to complement that, so were those who resided there. I’d like to think my father was an accomplished man as he managed to part ways with mother, the world and I all in one motion. His act of cowardice bought shame upon mother with a spillover effect unto my unborn self. Whether mother was successful or not in her struggles was subjective, considering her current, unspeakable state – that’s something i’ll get into later. We lived in a one bedroom apartment in the north of London and, to call it humble was pretentious to say the least. At the time, the only silver lining i was able to lay my eyes upon was the young lady next door – Valerie.
She was beautiful.
Using ghee as lube to fuck [M]y g[F]’s ass
I’m an 18 year old guy, about 5’10, 5.5 inch circumcised cock, white, brown hair, glasses. My gf is also 18 (just turned 18 a few months ago!), about 5’5, C cup breasts, curvy ass, Indian (as in from the country India, not Native American), black hair, and glasses just like mine. We’ve done some very hot stuff before we turned 18, but I am unfortunately not allowed to discuss that on this subreddit. PMs are again open if you wanna talk about those times.
My girlfriend and I are still on a bit of a sex drive high after not seeing each other for a month. So she’s been itching for some really rough sex. This morning, I showed up at her door, and she let me in. We kissed as usual. But this time, she got really frisky at the door. She started feeling up my crotch and making her sexy pouting face at me. She brought me to the kitchen and told me how she wanted me to fuck her ass. Except this time, she said she “wanted it to hurt more”. I guess she has a thing for pain now.
Breeding Story: Physiological purpose of female orgasm. [Breeding] [impreg] [M/f] [toys/devices] [speculum]
Let me know if you all want a part 2 (I certainly left it open for one and have ideas for it). I’ve never written about breeding or impregnation, so I’m eager for feedback– good or bad./—————————–
Every body part has a function, they are all there for a reason. Every piece of anatomy (the form) has a purpose, a physiology (the function). If I ask a woman why they have a clitoris, what purpose it serves– she’ll surely say it’s for pleasure. Ask a man and they’re likely to say the same or that they don’t know. Ask a doctor or medical expert and they will tell you that it’s believed to aid in moving ejaculate closer to the egg– That the pleasure is a nice motivator to continue, but that female orgasms are about impregnating you after receiving sperm. Afterall, most sex positions do not contact the clitoris, and those that do often don’t in a way that will lead to orgasm.
No, that little bundle of nerves is there so that I can get my seed closer to their only goal, a primed and ready egg. And tonight you will be bred. You will be impregnated by before the weekend is over.
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Mary was feeling angry. Angry on the dick of the boyfriend she had for cheating on her. Angry on herself for trusting him. Most of all she was angry with herself for limiting herself and missing out on all the fun she should be having. But things were going to change. No more settling. No more being taken for granted. She had a great body and if he couldn’t appreciate it, Mary knew who would. One quick wardrobe change and a timed selfie and she was ready to show the world what’s coming.
Mary didn’t have to wait long. ‘Ping’ went her phone. ‘Love the picture. You have an amazing body’. Ping, ping, compliments kept coming. All she did was post a mild picture in her favorite lingerie, but that was enough for the internet to respond with more excitement than her boyfriend ever could.
[F] Quarantine Masturbation Log – Part 3 (Videos Included)
Ever since my boyfriend got me the [Lovense](https://www.lovense.com/bluetooth-remote-control-vibrator) remote toy, we’ve been thinking of some freaky ways he could force me to cum in public.
Before my university shut down, he tempted me with the thought of using it on me while sitting in my 500+ student lecture. I could picture it now: me trying my hardest to pay attention to my lecturer explaining contemporary issues in the global economy, trying to focus while I sit in the small seat squeezed up close next to one of my peers. Hoping I don’t get so wet through my dress and panties that I leave a spot after cumming, humiliating myself for all to see when I stood up.
Another scenario he prodded me with was wearing it when I’d go to the library. I told him I’d be happy for him to turn it on while trying to study for any number of my midterms. The risk of allowing him to interrupt my study is high, seeing as my scholarship is dependent on my grades. I need his help to force me to make time for study breaks, leaving it up to him to direct when and where I do.
First of many real events [diary entry] [non-fictional] [Str8] [young]
I was young when I first discovered how much I liked touching girls. And, at the same time, letting them touch me.
The first time I was a little confused when a girl reached down my pants. I won’t say how young we were (not trying to get in trouble for the “wrong genre”) but she was a year older than I was and we were playing at a school near my house. We ended up in the sand box and she just reached over and put her hand down there, inside my clothes and against my suddenly tingling skin.
I didn’t say anything but then she pulled my pants down a little and leaned back to pull her shorts down. For some reason the sight of that part of her just made me think “Oh, that’s what my thing is for.”
She rubbed me some more and I touched her gently, I think we tried to put me in her a little but it really didn’t matter, we were just trying to figure things out. I remember we kissed a few times and I know I had my fingers all over her softest spots.
How My Best friend and I became more than that [mm] Pt 1
It turns out /r/erotica is afraid of a little male/male action. More goodies for you guys.
So I wrote down the story of my first gay experience with my friend awhile back. I really enjoyed writing it down and have since branched out into erotic fiction in general. I thought I’d share my story here, since there aren’t often as many [MM] stories. Enjoy!
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My best friend and I met when we were in middle school. We went through all the typical phases on growing up together. We hung out, talked about girls, getting horny, who in our class we’d fuck. Our inexperience was pretty obvious at that stage but like all guys there was much bravado and bragging. We were close enough that our discussions would get… Pretty detailed. At first we just talked about what got us going, but eventually we were talking dick size and jerk off techniques. At the time it seemed like innocent banter between guys.