Getting over my ex – immediately [MF]

First post here, not the best writer but here we go! This happened almost a year ago.

So my relationship was getting a bit rocky for a while but we both persevered because we did care a lot about each other. At the end of the day, it wasn’t working. She ended things and I was sad initially, but realised that it was the best thing for me.

The day before, I’d told a friend that I thought it was going to end, and she offered to meet me when I got back into town just to make sure I was okay. We met up and spent a bit of time together, and I was surprisingly upbeat with the realisation that this was a good thing for me. I was tired and wanted to go home and relax, but she offered for me to go back to hers. I had an idea something would happen, but was still in a bit of a weird place, so wasn’t thinking it through properly.

3 girls in one awesome college day! [MF]

In my 2nd year of college I banged 3 different girls in the same day. At the time I was in my prime 5’10” 180 built athletic body, I hit the gym 3-4 times a week.

First Meet The Girls:

Jess, my current Gf at the time, 18, 5’6″ with D’s, a ginger with the brightest pink pussy lips. A literal nympho, we fucked twice a day 7 days a week. The problem is she lives about a 30 minute drive away. Gas was adding up..we never had an exclusive chat..but she wouldn’t have been happy to know about this.

Missy, a new friend from class. Super fit athletic girl. I have to fuck this girl, she is a bombshell and so chill. She’s been hitting on me hard and knows I’m seeing a girl, she doesn’t care, she wants to tease me. Shes a bit older then me, maybe 26 I’d guess. I can’t resist this chick much longer.

Ira, my 21 year old ukranian roommate. Shes a bigger girl maybe 5’8″ 150lbs, but has an intoxicating accent and can’t get enough of me. I literally fuck her anytime of day anyway I want. She’s my European cock worshiper. I’ve drained more loads down her throat then all other girls combined, she loves my cum.

[FM] I got fucked by a stranger behind the bar

The morning after we 69’d on the side of the road, Erin and me started talking about our desires more openly. We wanted to try a little of everything. I never even thought I would kiss a girl, but then I had fucked Erin basically three times in less than a week. That first morning, we woke up spooning each other like usual, but the dynamic had definitely changed. It was actually pretty cute and innocent that morning! We kissed a lot, and that’s about it.

We got back into the driver’s seat and started going. Most of our conversations happened while we drove, and that’s when we admitted a lot of our fantasies. Erin talked about how her ex-boyfriend had wanted to try anal but she had been too scared. I said that I wanted to have sex with two guys at once but I never had the chance. We both agreed that we LOVED what was happening with each other, but we were pretty sheepish when we talked about it. We didn’t know it then, but the next time we actually WOULDN’T get our wish for the first time, and we would spend the night separately.

Looking for 20th-Century porn version of ‘Awful Disclosures of Maria Monk’

Back in about 1969, when I was 14 or 15, I found two pornographic novels in my father’s car, which I promptly stole. One of them was the “autobiography” of a 19th Century Canadian nun named Maria Monk. In it she details stories of secret convent orgies with priests,nuns giving birth to children who were then baptized and murdered, and lots of other salacious stuff. The funny thing is that there is a REAL book like this that was published in the 1830s that describes some of the same kind of incidents but with no porno styling. Many scholars think it was made-up anti-Catholic propaganda, but that’s not the point. I’ve seen this “real” book, and it is not what I found in Dad’s car. The one I had was pure porn. It was written in a more “realistic” style than your typical “quivering quim” and “raging member” kind of hyper-metaphorical porno fiction, but it was definitely porn. A couple of details I clearly remember are that the author frequently referred to the female genitals as a “cunny.” She also described an episode outside the convent when she served as a schoolteacher and often kept kids after class to instruct them in various perversions. Neither of these details appear in the real book. I’ve searched for this many times over the years, but my unsuccessful efforts are always complicated by the continuing interest in the real book, which you can find in digital form all over the place. If anyone knows what I’m talking about, I’d love to hear about it, and if anyone can point me to a copy of the text I read I would truly love to have it again.

The Haunting of Palmer Mansion Chapter 5.5 [MF] [inc] [cheat]

*I’ve written this story through chapter 20, available on my website. You can find the link in my Reddit profile if you’re interested. If you prefer to wait, I’ll post about a chapter a month here. All characters in sexual situations are 18 or older. Thanks for reading!*

Previous Chapters:

[Chapter 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/e4j43f/the_haunting_of_palmer_mansion_chapter_1_mf_inc/)

[Chapter 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/e50w0w/the_haunting_of_palmer_mansion_chapter_2_mf_inc/)

[Chapter 3](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/e98v9l/the_haunting_of_palmer_mansion_chapter_3_mf_inc/)

[Chapter 4](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ebh0qr/the_haunting_of_palmer_mansion_chapter_4_mf_inc/)

[Chapter 5](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ej3wo1/the_haunting_of_palmer_mansion_chapter_5_mf_inc/)

“Why are you holding your panties, Mom?” Daniel looked at Julie’s left hand where her underwear was balled in her fist.

“Oh, ah … that’s not important.” Julie set the panties down on the floor by the door and silently cursed the dearth of pockets in women’s fashion. “More importantly, who chased you, Danny?” Julie bent at the waist, pulled her son’s pants down to his shins, and got a good look at the abrasion on his knee. “That’s a nasty scrape, let me get the peroxide.” Julie straightened and opened the medicine cabinet behind the mirror.

The Haunting of Palmer Mansion Chapter 5 [MF] [inc] [cheat]

*I’ve written this story through chapter 20, available on my website. You can find the link in my Reddit profile if you’re interested. If you prefer to wait, I’ll post about a chapter a month here. All characters in sexual situations are 18 or older. Thanks for reading!*

Previous Chapters:

[Chapter 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/e4j43f/the_haunting_of_palmer_mansion_chapter_1_mf_inc/)

[Chapter 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/e50w0w/the_haunting_of_palmer_mansion_chapter_2_mf_inc/)

[Chapter 3](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/e98v9l/the_haunting_of_palmer_mansion_chapter_3_mf_inc/)

[Chapter 4](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ebh0qr/the_haunting_of_palmer_mansion_chapter_4_mf_inc/)

“Danny, you in here?” Brittney poked her head into the library.

“I’m here.” Daniel looked up from his book. He sat in an old upholstered chair. One leg dangled and swung listlessly over the chair’s floral-print arm. “Just reading.”

“Man, it’s impossible to find anyone in this house.” Brittney walked into the room and sat down facing her brother. She smiled at him and brushed her long, brown hair behind her shoulders. Her modest, floral print dress almost matched the chair she perched on. “What are you reading?”

“*The Manchurian Candidate*.” Daniel stuck his finger in the book to keep his place. “It’s a crazy book.” Daniel’s face twisted into a wry smile. “At one point, the Russians have this guy, Shaw, under hypnosis and make him … ah … make love to his mother.”

Taste of a virgin [MF] 18+ (Repost)

I was invited to a club by a few friends of mine. I wasn’t really in the mood but, reluctantly went anyway. While scoping out the club, I noticed a blonde and brunette. They were across the dance floor dancing together. The short skirt and tanned toned legs of the blonde caught my eye, so I decided to make my way through the crowd to see if she might want to dance. The club was really crowded as it was most Friday nights so by the time a made it to them, some guy beat me to the punch and was dancing with my blonde eye candy. In disappointment I turned to the brunette who was still dancing and smiled at me. She was cute with a slim body, and from what I could tell in the dim lights of the club, pretty blue eyes. She seemed interested in dancing with me so I began moving in rhythm with her. She had no problem with me placing my hands on her hips as I stepped closer to her. She was a good dancer and I think that’s what turned me on. Before long, we were grinding hard on each other and I had no shame in pressing my growing erection against her slim thigh. She seemed to enjoy it and grind even harder on me. It got so hot that there were periods where I had to take a break and change positions as not to blow a load in my jeans.

[MF] NYE Fun

This isn’t the craziest of stories, but I’ve been replaying it in my head for the past few days.

We have two young kids so a big NYE is usually out of the question unless we want to pay stupid money for a baby sitter. Instead we have another couple over, our kids play together, and they sleep in the guest room.

The real fun was when I crawled into bed and found my wife in only her panties. We made out for a bit, and then I reached around to play with her amazing ass. She rolled on to her stomach and then reached back to pull her thong to the side and said to play with her pussy because she was already wet.

It was a weird angle, but I just kept sliding a finger up and down her wet pussy, only really able to stick in a tip. But that tip was hitting the magically bumpy spot inside that is the g-spot. She found and kept pushing her hips up saying I was at just the right angle and making her super wet.

[FM] Casual hookup at a New Year’s Eve party turns into a show for a lucky few

I’ve [F] been seeing this guy I met on Bumble for a few weeks (nothing serious, casual dates, a few late night sleepovers), when he invited me to a house party for New Year’s Eve. I asked whose party it was, and he replied it was just a friend of a friend. Now, I’m not normally the type of person to brave the holiday crowds, and especially not with a crowded house full of people I wouldn’t know. After he begged me for a few days, I reluctantly agreed to go.

I put on a new black dress my sister gave me for Christmas, and just enough makeup to look like I cared, and off we went, around 9pm, to the party. The house was massive, and cars were already lined up all around the neighborhood streets by the time we got there. The music was loud, and the floors were somehow already sticky with spilled alcohol. Rooms were jam packed with people weaving in and out. It was basically my worst nightmare. I turned to my date, and he was already highfiving and fistbumping people I didn’t know, making me feel even more alone. The only cure for this, I thought to myself, was obviously alcohol! I squeezed my way into the kitchen area and downed a shot and grabbed a beer. I noticed a huge line waiting behind me, so I figured I should grab some more alcohol while I still had the chance. I grabbed two cups and filled it with what I know now was way too much tequila and went to find my date. I got lost in the crowd, and to ease my anxiety and avoid talking to strangers, I kept sipping the drinks.

Harry Potter and the Witcher Chronicle – Chapter 5 – MFF, Crossover, Phillipa Eilhart, Ida Emean aep Sivney Rough, Minor Bondage, Creampie, Slutty Elf, Eating Ass, Harry Potter.

Happy New Years!

Harry immediately knew something had gone wrong with the portal. From what Phillipa had said, they were supposed to have appeared at an elvish throne room where they would find an elf named Francesca Findabair. When they appeared, however, all he saw was a nicely furnished tent that had all the makings of a scholar’s residence. It reminded him of Dumbledore’s office for a moment before he realized they were not alone. A lovely redheaded woman stood up from an ornate wooden chair, her eyes narrowing at him.

“Who are you?” The elf’s voice was anything but friendly. Harry was about to reply when Phillipa shook her head and waved her hand.

“Quickly, Harry, grab her before she can cast a spell!” Phillipa called out. Harry didn’t hesitate and quickly moved in on the elf. She tried to run but he suddenly grabbed her arms and locked them behind her back. Secure in his grips, Ida was unable to cast a spell before Phillipa cast her magic in the tent to block the sage’s attempts at fighting them off.

“Phillipa Eilhart?” The redhead woman said as Harry held her up against his body.