The Haunting of Palmer Mansion Chapter 2 [MF] [inc] [cheat] [oral]

*All characters in sexual situations are 18 years or older. Enjoy.*

The bus dropped off the twins at the end of their long driveway. They talked about classes and friends as they walked back to their new house. Once home, Brittney went off to the main living room to do some homework. There was a couch in there and Brittney liked to imagine a roaring fire in the fireplace, which was a cozy thought. Daniel said goodbye to his sister and hunted for his parents. This proved difficult as the mansion was quite expansive.

Eventually he found them in the west tower room, creating their punch list.

“Floorboards are loose here.” George stroked his graying, blond beard as he surveyed the enormous, circular room. The windows looked out in all directions. He could see the east tower. It looked like Brittney was home as he caught a glimpse of a woman’s shape moving about her room. “Some of the sills and jambs show rot. Not too bad.”

“Got it.” Julie scribbled down on her pad of paper. “What about electrical?” Read more »

Metronome [mf][age?]

She felt her face flush, and the music teacher smiled. The room’s quiet pushed down on her. Squeezed her. Could he hear her heart pounding?

Moments ago, she was convinced that it was ridiculous to have her pants off on the piano bench and legs up, but now it might be delicious. A few moments more, and the revelation was feet-in-warm-sand, standing on the shores of the extraordinary.

“We will start with largo,” he said, adjusting the metronome.

The arm began to tick back and forth with a single feather attached. She gasped, staring up at him with sudden adoration. Each brush of the feather on her most sensitive places made her mind open a little more to what promised to be beautiful, swirling symphonies.

Maybe wearing a plug for work today wasn’t a good idea… [F][toys][masturbating][anal]

This morning I woke up at 6 am, went into the bathroom and took a long hot shower. As always I masturbated a bit, just to wake up completely.

I got out of the shower, oiled myself as long as my body was wet (like I always do, it keeps my skin firm and tender), and put on some makeup. I checked myself in the mirror, smiled, and bent down to get my toy box out of the drawer.

I opened the small pouch where I keep my anal plugs. I have about 5 or 6, I like them in several colours, shapes, and (of course) sizes (- to be honest I want (and need!) more of them, I want to add some thrill to my everyday life again). I chose the smallest one as it’s incredibly long ago since I wore an anal plug. Must be about more than a year! Oh wow, now that I write that down I need to change that. Read more »

M/S Kissing Story submitted to Literotica.

I’ve always been a momma’s boy. My mother usually did the dishes and cooked dinner for us. When I was very young, I got into a routine of clinging to the back of her legs and her waist while she worked in the kitchen. As I grew taller, I started squeezing her midsection from behind as a hug. Our kitchen time became shorter and shorter but more and more intimate. By the time I moved out at 18, my routine was: I would come in from school, make sure no one was around, walk up behind my mom and press her backside to me. I was taller than her at this point, so my cock would rest on the waist of her jeans. I could smell her perfume and her soft skin on mine. We’d never dare dry-hump or grind for fear of acknowledging the line we were so close to crossing, but I think we both enjoyed the routine closeness.

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25 Days of SEXmas December 2 – The Ski Trip (FF) (Oral) (Hookup)(First time Lesbian)

I stomped my feet vigorously, trying to get the snow off my new snow boots before entering the lodge. After two hours of trying, I couldn’t even master the bunny slopes. My ass was cold, soaked, and bruised from all the times I fell over the last two days. This ski vacation was supposed to be my weekend to get away from it all. All I wanted to do was forget about Chad and that slutty yoga teacher he cheated on me with. Instead, I get a ski instructor named, you guessed it, Chad. Who, instead of teaching me how to ski, kept making comments about how hot I looked and laughed at me every time I fell down. I’m so done with guys.

I plopped down in an overstuffed chair by the fire and stripped off my gloves. I stretched my numbed fingers towards the flames, feeling them prickle and burn as they began to warm back up. After I could feel my ten digits again, I leaned back and enjoyed the view. Skiing may not be my thing, but I loved winter, and I loved the snow. As I watched the snowfall, another woman came in and sat down in the chair near me. She had on a thousand-dollar snowsuit that hugged all the curves of her body in all the right places. The fur-lined hood was up, covering her face, but I knew that body. I had seen her heading toward the black diamond ski slopes earlier in the morning. Read more »

Good girl gone bad [F]

I am your typical late 20s girl that grew up in a nice neighborhood, went to a private-catholic-sectarian school, got straight As, followed curfew, and never talked back to the boomers in the house.

 

I explored my sexuality early, thanks to the romance paperbacks lying around the house (thank you, Nora Roberts), and to the torrid kissing scene in The Notebook (thank you HBO).
I learned how to masturbate early (12 years old), but years of being taught that sex is bad and self-pleasure will make you blind (no thanks to you, Sister Francesca), I grew up repressing my sexuality.

 

I rediscovered it when I signed up on reddit around 3 years ago (my main account) and explored it fully 2 years ago (my alt account). I posted ads on the local r4r, I shared stories on the local version of r/gonewildstories, I met and fucked redditors, and explored my kinks with them (one at a time, still a good girl, mind you).

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My [M31]’s first cuckold experience falls in my lap at a remote hot springs

I originally wrote this as an account of a unique night’s events and *not* as erotic literature. So pardon if it’s not as sexy as it could be.

My buddies and I took a weeklong, much needed camping trip at a hot springs like eighty fucking miles out in the middle of nowhere, in one of the most beautiful places I’ve ever seen. The hot springs are steamy pools of varying temperatures separated by piled walls of smooth river rock *in* an ice cold roaring river. Fucking idyllic. Camping is going lovely. My buddy’s a fisherman so we’re cooking fresh caught salmon & veggies, crushing Coors heavy during the day, and spending late evenings in the hot water with whiskey flasks, joints, and good company under the stars. Our 2nd night we met, socialized, and had a great time with a couple a bit older than us, I’d estimate early 40s. Combine abundant whiskey, light cocaine use, and a skinny pale naked flirty Irish woman (who had the ability to coax over a few other younger women to our tub). I got all riled up talking to one of these younger women, I’d guess early 20s. In the water I could only see her perky B-cups but when she stood up to cool off, moonlight struck her trimmed pubic mound and thigh gap, only to be bested by one of the finest views of pussy and cute ass when she bent over to grab something. I was fucking throbbing hard by now and rather than give a crude compliment of her desirable holes, I slid down into the pool exposing my tip and shaft barely above the water. She noticed when she sat back down, raised her eyebrows, then and smiled at it then me, blushing. My brain and cock both convinced me I might as well just carry her to my tent right then. However I’d forgotten that my guy friends, the Irish woman and her oafish husband were still in the same pool. After some chuckles and eye rolling from my friends, the hot younger hippie girl and I were suppressed back into boring casual conversation, we exchanged numbers and lightly lustful looks. Read more »

Natalie Dormer succubus [MF]

Hi before I start the story I’d just like to say that I’d love to get feedback whether it’s positive or negative. Anyway enjoy the story.

I fucking hated going to church every week. Being dragged to an old building just to be ridiculed was so aggravating. For some reason my family still believed in all of this shit. I knew there was no god or Satan, it was all a fucking lie. Hell, I’d rather be at church worshiping Satan, at least that would be interesting. When we arrived I saw my friend Jay. Him and I were very similar. We both were forced every week to go here and we both enjoyed similar types of music, movies, etc. During service I went to the restroom just to get a break from all of the torture I was going through. On My way out I came across Jay.

“Hey man,” I said to him.

“Dude I’ve gotta tell you something.”

“What?”

“You’re not going to believe this.”

“Just fucking tell me.”

“Alright I’ve got all of this written down, just follow these steps and you’ll have the best night of your life.” Read more »

Demonstration

She couldn’t wait to talk to her lover via video chat, it had been far too long. She was excited to show him the new toy she bought and all the practice she’d been doing.

The video chat rang a few times and suddenly his face appeared, smiling as always, happy to see her. His eyes were bright and his face was scruffy with well beyond a 5 o’clock shadow; just the way she always begged him to keep his facial hair. They exchanged the usual niceties and checked in on how the other was doing with life and work. Nothing out of the ordinary had transpired for either of them.

“Well, let me see it then.” He quickly stated as he wanted to guide their conversation toward the intended destination and desire. She was laying on her belly on the bed and giggled, as her excitement often claimed the better of her. She leaned down into her bedside table and removed the silicone suction cup dildo. A few months prior she had confessed to him how badly she wanted one so that she might be able to practice deepthroating. All the other toys she owned just weren’t pliable enough to suck and force down the natural curve of her throat to ultimately gag herself. He oohed and aahed to amuse her girlish delight and encouraged her to show him her progress. Read more »

My [F]irst butt plug, and the third fuck of my first solo vaction [FM]

Everyone that I spoke to about traveling alone said that using Tinder was a great way to meet people. I already have a tinder, so I edited my profile to add that I was visiting Berlin and looking for people or groups to meet up with. Otherwise, I left it the same. My tinder profile is upfront about my sexuality and interest in kink and specifically D/s roleplay. In pictures I present as femme and quite vanilla, so my hope is that my self-description weeds out folks who are looking for a more vanilla relationship or sexual encounter. I always swipe left on these ‘visiting New York!” profiles at home, so I didn’t have a lot of hope.

On Friday morning, just after I landed, I came across a profile: let’s call him Matthew. Matthew is an attorney in Berlin. He was cute, a little older than me, and I wasn’t being picky – I swiped right. He quickly messaged me:

“Great photos. Are you spontaneous? I’m leaving Berlin tonight until Monday evening.”
“I like to think I’m logically spontaneous.”
“We could meet this afternoon. I’m curious about your kinks. Are you into BDSM as well?”
“Correct, hence the ‘bratty toy’.”
“I’d love to spank you, use toys on you, tie you up…”
“:) Let me know when you’re back.” Read more »