collection of stories you shouldn't read at work
I started writing my second ever “adult” story tonight, I think it’s going ok. Let me know what you think :)
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You retrieve a glass of water from the kitchen, set it down on the coffee table in front of me and sit down, all without looking at me once. Staring straight ahead, you run a casual hand along the length of the crevice between our bodies.
“Mmmm. I love leather.” Your eyes are searing embers when you say these words and turn to look at me.
My eyes fluttered open and I found myself in bed snuggled between Jason and Laura. I bit my lip and grinned, looking from his body to hers.
Jason was sprawled out there, t-shirt and boxers, his arm Around me under the pillow, Laura’s hand resting against my tit, I could feel her underwire bra against my back, her Lacy intimate panties against my ass.
They were both equally tempting, I loved him in a deeper way, but Laura’s smooth sexy tattooed skin, her silky auburn hair, dressed in that lingerie just got me so wet, but I needed that cock. I really just couldn’t go with out.
I moved slowly, delicately, not wanting to wake either of them. I didn’t have any desire to make Laura jealous, and I didn’t necessarily think it would, but having over heard some of her conversations with Jason about her feelings, it occurred to me that Laura might be harboring some intense romantic feelings for me. I hadn’t ever asked her about it, though I really wished I had. Still, I had my own needs to consider too, of course.
About two weeks after the [first story](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/cdt8nw/making_my_petite_cheerleader_next_door_neighbor) Lulu and I decided to go out on a date. At first we were friends with benefits at first but we both liked each other way too much to remain in that situation. We ultimately decided to go out to an ice cream parlor that’s just 2 blocks away from our apartment.
The time comes late afternoon and I go next door to pick her up. She opens the door and as per usual she looked absolutely jaw dropping. She was sporting a royal purple sundress that ended at her knees in black Chuck Taylor’s with her hair pulled back in a ponytail. “You look incredible.” I say to her before I lean down for a kiss.
We both walk on over in a few minutes and put in our orders. Both if us got waffle cones as we both adjourned outside to find a table to sit at. Lulu and I talk mostly about how she’s heavily leaning towards leaving leaving the cheer team by the fall because she doesn’t want to risk further injuries to herself.
Looking for editor for kinky relationship book. Nothing to go commercial with. I’ve been interested in both kink and book binding. So I put together stuff from the net and my own thoughts. Payment could be a copy with or without your name as editor. This was put together on word and I tried to number pages. I couldn’t get it right. I didn’t want to number the preface, but it wouldn’t listen to my fingers. Note, I am Dyslexic, not bad, but bad enough that I don’t trust myself with the edit. I often miss the “R” in your, that kind of thing. You’ll see when you read it. Please contact me via chat feature.
[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/sexstories/comments/cg8nco/after_the_break_up_fucking_the_pain_away_part_1_mf/)
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We awoke the next day around noon. I wasn’t sure if daddy was awake or not and was hoping he was. I was not done with him yet. I couldn’t see him, but after a minute or two I heard him moving. When I rolled over, he was clearly awake. Without needing to say anything, we moved toward each other, into cuddles. I moved my leg over his crotch, trying to see if he was hard or not.
He let out a soft hum of pleasure when I did this, and I knew he wanted the same thing I did. I started grinding myself against his leg, lightly at first, then more and more as my desire for him grew. Soon, I moved my leg off of him so I could rub his cock through his briefs. I wanted nothing more than to please him. Once I knew he was good and hard, I told him I wanted him in my ass again. With this, he took off his briefs so I could suck his cock. It didn’t take much for his cock to get wet enough, so I got on all fours next to him. It was even easier this time for him to slip in, and somehow felt even better. It wasn’t long before he was balls deep and fucking my ass properly. I was struggling to keep quiet, trying not to wake his sleeping friends upstairs. As I struggled more and more to keep quiet, I heard him growl in my ear, “yea, you like this cock drilling your ass, you little slut?”
So in my last post I explained how, several months after a big breakup, I found myself sexting a stranger on tinder and then ended up at his place. So, let me continue:
So, I was really tired and drunk and he offered to let me spend the night. I woke up in the morning a tiny bit hungover but really not too bad, rolled over and sat there feeling like a badass for a few minutes. Not long after, he woke up too. After a tiny bit of stretching, I felt him pulling himself closer to me. We were basically spooning at this moment (I was the little spoon lol) and he started kissing my neck. I really wasn’t expecting anything to happen in the morning, and figured I would just leave akwardly, but I could tell he was getting into it. And then I felt his cock against my thigh and I could REALLY tell. He was so hard and starting to thrust against my thigh. I moaned a bit and that only made him do it more. He was kissing me and now grabbing my breasts while gently poking my thigh with his very hard cock.
January, 2015. A long-anticipated visit from a distant would-be lover.
I was twenty five then, and Leon two or so years younger than I. We had been speaking for quite some time, had even met before, but this would be the first time we saw each other since crossing the boundary from friendship into something more. My body thrummed in anticipation for days beforehand. As the time drew near, we sent increasingly tender messages to each other, our mutual eagerness mounting. When we finally met, it was sweet beyond telling, though not without some coltish awkwardness. I was… sensitive, back then, and he was the epitome of German bluntness. He was a virgin when we first slept together; I, on the other hand, was involved with a couple of other men (which he knew). Eventually, though, our edges smoothed out against each other’s, our fumbling turning to fireworks.
The idea for cum on food came from a younger lover but he never acted on it. The lucky contestant for the strudel extravaganza was a long time and still is a long-time friend of mine. He started as a mentor to me when I was a freshman. An older Russian man, early 50s, nice thick beard, and a complete badass.
At the time I was solely focused on what I was told to like: young bachelors my age. I listened to that advice until about two years ago. That’s when I ran into my mentor and he looked better than ever.
This man went from 230 plus to a smooth 160 lean muscle machine. I couldn’t believe my eyes! He told me his name when I didn’t initially recognize him. He didn’t even have to say his name. I knew who he was once I hear his voice but didn’t comprehend the physically fit man in front of me. He reached his hand out for a handshake. I denied it with a hug. I wanted to feel his warmth. There was always energy about him. Now that he felt confident about his outward appearance it only radiated brighter. Needless to say, this was no stranger but a dear dear friend and now a lover of mine.
This is the first thing I’ve ever written remotely sexual, any advice would be nice. I wrote this in about an hour.
“Kiss me” she said. I wrapped my hands tightly around her hips like I always do and pulled her into me. “Oh like this?” I said, leaning in and giving her a passionate kiss. I slid my hand onto her back just under her bra strap and I could feel the goosebumps rising. “Oh my, you must have liked that” I said. “Yes daddy, I really do.. you know, I’ve been a good girl today and I think I deserve a reward” She said passionately while running her hand over the top of my pants. I started to let out a little giggle, “Well, mayyyybe you do. You might have to prove to me how good of a girl you can be”.
Hormones at 18 are just the worst. Random boners, constantly horny, just wanting to put your dick in anything and fuck the shit out of it. All of the above are what’s going on right now for me. Driving down roads in this old town on my way back to college is being hindered by my growing erection and horniness. I couldn’t beat off the whole time I was home visiting my family and when I get back to my dorm I won’t be able to because my roommate will be back too.
With a sigh I pull into an old closed shopping center’s parking lot and pull behind it next to the dumpster. I reach into my duffle bag and find a sock to catch with (a clean one at least) and whip my cock out, grasping my firm shaft. I close my eyes as I jerk myself off, starting slow and working up to a faster pace. My breathing is heavy as sweat beads on my brow.
The knock on my window scares the living shit out of me as I hurriedly try to cover myself and what I was doing. When I roll my window down we’re both red in the face and I know you can see the panic in my eyes. Oh fuck, it’s worse, I know you.