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THIS IS NOT TRUE

I was about to go swimming with my friends until i got really horney so i put in a plug and drove to the beach we hung out for a bit and i never got in the water.

There was 7 people there and 3 were men and the rest were women, they all walked behind me to do something and i was about to cum.

I was sitting on a beach chair so i slipped my slingshot down and took my plug out played with myself for a bit until i was about to orgasam.

I looked up to make nobody was there before i squirted and there was like 20 people including the seven of my friends standing right beside me about to walk past me until i squirted on half of them cause i was laying sideways.

I moaned loud and squirted alot i ust closed my eyes and squirted and had an intense orgasam i still had my finger in my vag and my other hand on my clit. Read more »

I [M] see a beautiful sight [F]

I was leaving my martial arts gym today. I’d been through an hour of class, and was sweaty, sitting outside in my car, about to drive off. Looking through the garage door into the gym, I see a woman I know from classes stretching in front of me. She’s wearing yoga pants, bending over facing away from me with her feet apart, stretching after an intense workout. Not just any woman. A 6’6″ gorgeous Amazon. I turn on my headlights to leave, and they shine directly on her round ass, making the black yoga pants translucent. Without trying, I’ve presented myself with a gorgeous view of this big round ass clad in a tight thong, and sheer yoga pants. It was a great.

Wine and paint.

BY D. OLVERA ON OCTOBER 16, 2019

It was a normal day, they woke up, had their coffee, and some jelly toast for breakfast. Today was going to be a lazy day, nothing to do but listen to music and enjoy time spent together. I suggested we paint! That is something she loves to do, why not make her morning better.

A large smile appeared on her face as she said “I’ll get the tarp!” She laid out a large sheet on the floor of our cheap two bedroom apartment. That’s something he always admired about her, she cared about cleanliness. “I’m going to the bedroom to get the supplies!” He said. Two canvases, cheap paint, and brushes laid across the floor. Red, blue, and yellow will make any color so that’s all they needed.

He began to sling colors left and right on the canvas, attempting to make something of nothing. What began to shape was a field of flowers. She was working slowly as usual, but man was it beautiful. She carefully mixed her paints, laid them out and began to apply the paint. Read more »

I [F] suck his [M] barley legal dick threw his draws.

His mom let me come over for his 18 birthday, true story. Me and his mom are best friends. She said she was going to lie down after the party in her room. Long story short. His room is on other side of house. I texted him come to the bathroom before I left. I told him I have a gift I forgot to give you. True Story no fiction, i ended pulling his shorts and closed the door, pulling his underwear down and giving him toe curling, toungue waxing, penis sucking head. I ended up sucking his dick to the balls, and the inside of his thighs, to his nipples. I had him running away from my mouth. Last but not least, I swallowed his semen, tipped out the back ,and called his mother to make sure she dint see us. True story!!! True story!!! I ended up kissing my husband in the mouth afterwards. He did not know. I’m a real Milf, foreal

[m] [mast]: Let’s talk about public masturbation

I suppose the best place to start is when I discovered public masturbation.
When I was a much younger man, I would head to a ball field that was a short bike ride from my home. It was on the edge of town and there weren’t many people that used it. It was surrounded by a wooded area that had some hiking paths that led down to a creek. Most days, I had the whole park to myself. I’d take my bat and a few balls and just take swings for awhile. Sometimes I’d head out on the trail and just sit by the creek for a bit. It was great because there was always someone at my house and I loved having a place that I could get a little privacy. There was an afternoon toward the end of summer while the water was still fairly warm that I ventured out into the creek. I had taken off my shirt while I was walking down and kicked off my shoes and socks before I went in. I was standing in the knee-high water when this feeling washed over me. I was just out in this creek in my shorts and underwear and wondered how it would feel to just be naked out there. No sooner than that thought had rushed in did I start to feel my dick stiffen. I made my way back to the bank and took a really hard look around. I hadn’t seen anyone the whole time I had been there and it was getting close to dinner time for most people. My heart was racing, my head was spinning from the adrenaline and my dick was harder than I had ever felt it before. After another paranoid scan of the area, I gulped and dropped my shorts and undies to my ankles. I was overcome with how good it felt and how excited I was. I stood there for a minute or two still paranoid that someone may emerge from the trail and catch me. But, as the time started to pass I got a little braver. I stepped out of my clothes and started to walk back toward the creek. The further I got from my clothes the more my head would swim with fear and excitement. Before long, I was out in the middle of the creek, completely naked, with the hardest boner I’d ever had. I could actually see my pulse in my dick. The idea that there was no logical explanation for why I was out in the middle of the creek with no clothes on and a raging hard-on had turned me on so much. I couldn’t resist pushing it a bit further. My hand made its way down to my shaft and I started stroking myself. My eyes darted around looking for any sign that someone was out there while I stood there stroking myself. It all felt so amazing. The fear and embarrassment of what would happen if I was to be caught was mixed up with the pleasure and hormones raging through me. It didn’t take long for the orgasm to start building up. My balls tightened and my legs started to tense. I tried to keep my eye on the banks, make sure I wasn’t about to be caught but the feeling started to wash over me. I knew I was only a stroke or two away from exploding. The paranoia snuck in at that moment and the sound of a twig snapping out in the woods somewhere almost snapped me back into reality but as I pulled my hand away the first rope of semen shot from my dick and it didn’t matter to me if I was about to caught. I latched back on to my dick and felt the greatest pleasure I had known up to that point. It felt like I couldn’t stop cumming. Each pulse of my orgasm made me moan. Every shot of cum felt like the first. It was amazing. I barely even registered that it had brought me to my knees. The cool water was gently washing the last few drops of cum off the tip of my cock. It took me a minute to gather myself and realize where I was and the fact that I was still naked out here. Fear rushed back in and I ran for the bank. I quickly got my clothes back on and started to search the area. It had probably been an animal that I’d heard earlier but I was convinced for a bit that I’d been caught. I made my way back to the field and never saw anyone. It wasn’t until I was back home that I’d managed to convince myself that I’d gotten away with it. I masturbated again in the shower just from thinking about how exciting it had been. I wondered if I could get away with it again. I also wondered what would have happened if someone had caught me. Would they have screamed, yelled at me? What if it was a cute girl? All of this started me thinking that, maybe next time, I might see how long I can get away with it. I might like getting caught.

I [F] Fucked a Redditor [M] Who Told 500K People About It on the Radio

Here’s a brief story from last week, not today, as is reddit tradition to maybe give someone hope (if attractive) or at least say that some people actually get laid here (if attractive).

Posted on here that I was coming to a city about two weeks ago where I would be for four days. I carefully chose the ones who actually read my post and sent pictures and could compose a sentence and lined them up like dominos so that my evenings would be less boring. For reference, I am 5’2″, blonde, and stacked in the way it used to mean before fat chicks stole it. I’m told I have a nice body, but theres enough redditors out there who I’ve met who might see this and confirm/deny. Anyways. Just to set the stage – it could have been way worse for these guys. Read more »

The Camgirl Part XXXV: I Need You [Plot]

**XXXV: Blake and Liam***

**Blake**

Blake was on her way back from the gym when her phone buzzed. She frowned as she fished it out of her yoga pants, then froze when she saw Liam’s name above the message. She immediately moved out of the middle of the sidewalk and leaned against the fence overlooking one of the lowered parking lots off the main avenue. This one had a large mural covering one of the walls. She thought it might have been a student project. Blake shook herself, looking down at her phone. As she opened her it, Blake realized she was biting her lip.

*Liam:*

*Hey. I know things have been weird lately. I don’t like that, and I miss you. Can you meet me near HoJo later so we can talk?*

Blake smiled despite her nervousness.

*Blake:*

*Sure. When were you thinking?*

*Liam:*

*Your last class is over at 6:30, right? Does 6:45 work?*

*Blake:*

*That’s perfect.*

As that last text sent, Blake’s eyes widened for a moment. She worried that that last text had been too weird, but Liam responded right away.

*Liam:* Read more »

Home Masseuse Part 3

[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/deqql6/masseuses_home_visit/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)

[Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/dg6eov/home_masseuse_part_2/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)

Lee stood there patiently waiting for directions, watching as Sara laid on the bed, eyes still closed, hands moving up and down her stomach and breasts. She stopped and pinched her nipples and smiled remembering the orgasm she had just seconds ago.

Then eyes popped open in sudden regret, searching for Lee, still standing at the door. “Oh my god, Lee. Come here. I’m so sorry.” She said getting off the bed and crawled towards him.

They met midway and Sara reached up to Lee’s waist and pulled herself up by his pants. Still on her knees, Sara frantically worked to unbuckle his belt and pants. As she pulled down his pants and boxers, she kept repeating, “I’m sorry.”

Lee stood there, saying nothing, clasping hands behind his back lest he do something he wasn’t directed to.

Cheyanne crawled onto the bed never taking her eyes off of Sara desperately trying to apologize. She laid on her back, propped up her knees and spread her legs. Her hand reached down rubbing her lips.

Sara began stroking Lee’s already hard cock, looking up at Lee, eyes begging for forgiveness. Read more »

[MF] [pee] [preg] The Madonna Inn

*crosspost from r/eroticwriting*

Hurled on the central coast of California, a few miles from the beach proper, lies the Madonna Inn. I must admit I had no idea what this place even was, or what the fanfare was all about. “Typical Californians” I muttered to myself, “thinking they invented everything. Even hotels this time!”. And yet the RSVP I received was pretty clear. This was the event of the year. The former homecoming queen, beauty princess, and 3 years in a row “most likely to win Miss America” in our little high school, she was getting married to some billionaire guy who had 3 startups to his name. He had already revolutionized and reinvented hiking, pet adoptions, and something to do with transportation. All of this seemed incredibly far from McIntosh, South Dakota, the place I called home, and that once Shelly McDonald also called home.

The school off Main Street, the one night Shelly and I made out in my old pickup truck, all of that was a distant memory. She had since moved on, made it to California. And now she was delighted to invite me to her wedding with a Mr. Big Money who had changed everything multiple times. Drive 2 days straight? And for what? A girl I had made out with once? And a hotel I had never heard of, but apparently was all the rage? Call me crazy, but I was in. Read more »