That time I [F] role played a gay male fantasy with my ex [M] over text

Context:

I [F23] and my ex [M24] have been broken up for about a year. We live in different cities now, but recently we’ve been trying to reconnect a via text. Just friendship, though. As context, you should know that although my ex is straight, I always thought it would be really hot to watch him with another guy, and I told him so back when we were dating. Sometimes he would tease like he was interested, but in the end he always came back to “Just kidding. Not interested. I’m straight, after all.” So, nothing ever happened.

But…..last night, I the topic came up again. I mentioned him how hot it would have been for me if he had ever let a guy take him home. And then, he shocked me: he said it would have been hot for him too. And he added, “Seriously. I’m not kidding this time.” I was shocked…and more than a little turned on. Shortly after that the conversation accelerated into less of a discussion and more of a co-created fantasy, imagining what might have been, what…well…what could still be, I guess:

Paying for her crime [D/s] [MMMf] [cnc]

Speeding through the midwestern prairie, convertible top down, music up loud, blonde hair blowing in the wind, she loved the feel of the hot sun on her bare shoulders and cleavage and on her thighs where she’d hiked up her blue flowered sundress to the edge of her blue lace panties. So happy.

Until she heard the wail of the sirens.
Fuckme, she muttered as she glanced at her speedometer — oops 75 — and pulled over right away. She was focused on pulling out the rental car registration and getting out her license, and was startled to realize the cop was already standing over her. She jumped and started to pull down her hem and up her neckline… but froze when he raised one gloved hand and said,
No need, Miss, you’re perfectly safe with me.
Normally, in her regular life, she bristles at assumptions and assurances and even the most mild advances. But something about his tone, calm and completely positive he would be obeyed, settles her back down and straight into the beginnings of sub space. She dropped her hands and left them in her lap.
I believe you do know how to follow rules, don’t you, miss? I think you must have gotten a little distracted by…
He paused and looked directly at her thighs and breasts, and smiled. She blushed red hot and nodded mutely.
Well, we do nothing without consent around these parts. Would you like to have the ticket and be on your way? Or would you prefer to come with me for a little tour of the station and a more enjoyable punishment?
Her eyes widened. Really? she said. And it’s safe? You promise?
Absolutely, miss. We care about the public and do everything we can to protect them and make sure they are satisfied with our service.
She smiled, and thought to herself, what the hell, I don’t have to be to the next town for a while anyway. Time to treat myself to a little adventure.

Comforting [Mf] [D/s] [spanking]

He strode up the stairs of the hotel, thankful for small miracles. The flight had been long, but uneventful, the cabbie was more than happy to drive in relative silence, and the concierge gave him the key that had been left without so much as a raised eyebrow. So many things could have already derailed this little journey, and yet here he was, setting his bag down in order to enter the room. It was woefully late, so he turned the handle delicately, sliding the door open and deftly stepping out of his shoes, in order to pad across the carpets.

As he swept his bag and footwear into the room, he pivoted in place, easing the door closed with a nearly imperceptible click. Then he slid the deadbolt in place and turned back to face a dark, quiet room. An old air conditioner hummed in one corner, but what caught his attention was the woman, curled up on one of the two beds, her sleeping face lit dimly by a nearby desk lamp. She was dressed in a white dress with matching earrings and an elegant pearl necklace that was no doubt leaving quite the mark across her shoulder as she slumbered. He crept across the carpet, depositing his bag on the unoccupied bed before lowering himself next to her as lightly as his frame could muster.

Husband [M] fulfills wife’s [F] masturbation fantasy

*A little* [r/relationship](https://www.reddit.com/r/relationship/) *type venting first.* *My [50M] low libido wife [43F] has expressed for years how she’d love to watch me masturbate.* *I finally agreed to do it for her as part of a Want, Will, Won’t list we did a couple of months ago.* *Problem is that she never brought it up again. After a couple of weeks,* *I tried to prompt her by asking what scenario she preferred.* *Did she want to hide?* *Did she want to sit right in front of me?* *She’d answer with apparent enthusiasm but then forget about it again.* *Finally, in a last-ditch effort to kick start some kind of fantasy play.* *I wrote this story.* *It’s what she supposedly wants, written in a light bondage setting from her perspective.* *I finished it 2 weeks ago and she can’t be fucking bothered to even read it.* *She hasn’t even realized that I deleted the Dropbox link I sent her.* *Anyway, it’s probably crap, but I wanted* ***someone*** *to at least read my effort.I’m open to some honest feedback.* *Should be obvious at this point, but it’s mostly about a guy jerking off.* *Pre-emptive answers/humblebrag: Yes, that’s me in the pic that’s linked.* *The text messages are actually exact copies.*

A [F]riend gave [M]e a lift

Alright so I was at a party that I didn’t really want to be at anymore. Dressed in my best tight little LBD, and surprise, surprise, I couldn’t have a conversation with a guy without his eyes falling down to stare at my tits (I didnt really mind lol that’s why I wore the dress), but the music was lame and there were a couple people there that just really got on my nerves.

I called a good friend of mine, Mike, who I had been kinda admittedly keeping in the friendzone, I asked if he was busy and if he could pick me up, he agreed and came right over.

I was a little drunk and sitting on the curb, my dress riding up my thigh when he pulled up in his truck.

“You look like you’ve had a night!” He smiled as I got in, and I caught him admiring how I looked, and I dunno, it felt good to have his eyes on me.

He said something along the lines of “you owe me for this one”, and I had an idea how I could pay him back.

The Past Never Forgets : Ch. 1 – The Reunion[Part 1][Blackmail, Cheating, MF]

In response to one of my prompts with the same name as the title of this post, I found an amazing partner u/ScrittoreNotturno. Together we’ve written quite a few chapters about a man and his sugar-baby who left him years ago, but he’s now back in her life. The following chapter is heavy on story, and sex is minimal. It mainly deals with the themes of cheating, reluctance, risky public play, and banter. We hope you enjoy this as much as we did while writing this, and we would love to hear feedback.

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(All characters are 18+)

It had been nothing but a distant memory for her after all these years. She had left everything behind, made sure she erased all records, and left no tracks as to where she was moving. She was done. She was no longer the naive young girl that she once was.

After ten years, she had found herself in a respectable career, working at a reputed position, and her power was enough to cause envy in even her closest ‘friends’. Her personal life was as fulfilling as her professional life. She had found an amazing husband, and her little son was about to be two years old. Oh, the things she had planned for his upcoming birthday!

Our First Session [Gay] [MM] [Blowjob] [Massage]

I arrive at your door and you let me in. We discuss any boundaries you have for this first session, and you tell me I’m ok to do whatever I want to do to you with my hands and mouth, but nothing else. I let you know that I have the same boundaries, but as discussed previously, there’s no need for you to reciprocate. I also reiterate that if you change your mind at any point, say the word and we’ll adjust or stop.

I can see that you’re nervous, I am too. I ask if you need a few minutes to chat prior to beginning, and you shake your head, and motion for me to follow you. You lead me to your bedroom, disrobe and ask how I want you. I tell you that we’ll start with you face down. I ask how you want me, and you say I’m fine as I am. I nod and you lay down on your bed, facing away from me.

The unmarried situation.

I have been married almost 14 years now, and recently the sex has taken a decline.
But has not gone unnoticed by one of my wife’s friends.
I am 6ft 1, athletic/dad bod, dark brown hair, blue eyes, short hair (Steven Gerrard), 8 inches, and love football.
My wife is 5ft 6, Indian, sexy arse and legs, size 0, and pretty face with long black hair.

It was my wife’s birthday, and she had her friends over for some drinks and karaoke. The night went well, my wife enjoyed her birthday, and I mingled with her friends in and out, I left them to it for the most part.

The first time I knew I loved cock as much as I loved pussy…

So, this all happened November 1st of 2014. I was dating this girl who had been completely groovy with me being polyamorous. So much so that I’d messed around with her and a couple of her best friends on random evenings fueled by psychedelics or club drugs(more on that stuff another time.)

Anyway, a friend of my gf’s was having his annual halloween party that night. I was dressed as Green Man of IASIP fame. I’d gotten word from homegirl and her two friends I drove to the party that the likeliness of an orgy was whatever the opposite of zero was.

As we drove there I had my girl in the front seat sucking my pulsing cock, while her two friends were in the backseat in various stages of undressing and reaching up to give a hand when requested or on their own momentum.

We stopped to grab beers and condoms en route. I can still rememember, with a smile, homie behind the counter looking at me ringing up a large pack of condom while these three chicks were running their hands all over me. Fucking nirvana.

My Ex and My Best friend, Part 2 [Rough] [Rape] [Cheating]

[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/chskzo/my_ex_and_my_best_friend/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share)

I was a different person when I first met Nathan. We were both in high school then, in our small town with small problems. Teenagers only really worried about what comes next, where we’d be or what we’d do. When I met Nathan, all the worrying was just swept away. I was happy, then. I loved him then, and I love him still. But things happen that you can’t ever explain or ignore, and I lost him. I lost him because of Martin.

Nathan and I were living together for a few years now, high school sweethearts living their wildest dreams. We weren’t very particular, just enjoyed staying up late, playing games, cuddling, loving each other to the fullest. Time could have stopped right then and there, and I would be the happiest. We could continue living that way, just the two of us, and our dog Ike. But it’s as if that feeling in my stomach kept telling me it wouldn’t last, something would happen. I never knew what, or when. I just felt like I was living in a memory.