[MFF] The MILF, the Cougar, Me

I’m not sure how to share this. I love writing, but I’ve never written erotica. I’ve also never written erotic stories about myself and those I love. If you want the good stuff, I really don’t know where to tell you to start, yet.

The following stories may not be entirely contiguous. Pardon my ramblings.

MILF and I have been married for more than a decade. She and Cougar are separated by almost 20 years. I fall somewhere in the middle.

I’m tall, can’t get a tan without burning and have fine brown hair falling past my shoulders. Complete the imagery with eyes fading from blue to gray with hazel flecks and a well trimmed beard that reflects my various European origins: browns, reds, blond and white more recently.

I work for a living so I have a passably muscular build for my age.

MILF couldn’t pick a hair style, if she tried. It’s usually short and brown to dirty (!) blonde. Rubenesque body with pillowy DD breasts and dark nipples that beg to be nibbled until hard. She’s a girly girl who loves her trimmed eyebrows, perfect minimalist makeup and Brazilian wax. We’ve discovered that she’s bi curious. Shocker!

A Warning to Gonewild Girls [Str8] [nc]

You recently started posting on Gonewild. You were hesitant to show your naked body online, but quickly discovered that you love the attention, the upvotes, and the compliments. Your boyfriend doesn’t mind. He’s not jealous, he enjoys showing you off. You love him for being so supportive. What you have yet to realize is that it’s only a matter of time until he extends your slutty behavior to your real life.

You might be hanging out at home with some of his friends. Perhaps everyone has a little too much to drink. Maybe one of his friend mentions that they’ve seen your posts on Reddit. To your horror, your boyfriend asks if they’d like to see your naughty side in real life. He puts on some music and instructs you to do a little striptease. You hesitate, but he insists. He and his friends are howling at you while you dance, getting more and more animated as you remove layer after layer of your clothing.

[M]Therapist hooks up with [F]student through Tinder

I’m a therapist at an outpatient physical/occupational therapy clinic. We’re located in a college town so it’s very common for us to get college students who come in and shadow. It’s also common for the girls who come in to be very attractive.

I try to be as professional as possible whether they’re shadowing under me or not, to keep my eyes where they should be and not be too “flirty” I guess. Anyways, a few months back we had this girl who made it veeeeery hard for me to keep my eyes and attention in the right place. She was a brunette, about 5’4” or so. She had long light brown hair, a gorgeous smile, beautiful eyes, tan skin and my favorite feature, a set of D cup tits. This girl wasn’t shadowing under me but I still saw her several times in passing at the clinic. She always smiled at me in passing and made it more and more hard for me to keep my eyes off of her.

A Brutal Punishment [MF] [sm]

Your husband comes home and the house is a mess. He had asked you to clean it up and this is not the first time that you have neglected your domestic duties. You can tell from the look in his eyes that he is livid, but he doesn’t say a word. Usually he sternly reprimands you when you fail to obey his orders, but now he calmly walks over to you.

Without warning, he raises his hand and slaps you hard across the face. So hard in fact that you nearly fall over and have to catch yourself on a chair. “Look at this house,” he says as he steps closer too you. He grabs you by the throat and presses you against the wall. “Why do I even keep you around” he asks rhetorically as his free hand comes crashing across your face again. The thought of a bruise crosses your mind for a split second before you feel his hand clench tighter around your neck. You can’t breathe and your mind races “what if this is it, what if he finally snapped, why did I waste all my time on Reddit instead of cleaning the house like he asked?” Your heart is pounding and fear overwhelms you as the oxygen is depleted from your lungs. Your vision begins to blur, but just as things start to go dark, he releases your neck and you fall to the floor. You cough and breathe heavily and try to regain your composure. You feel your panties soaked between your legs. You wonder if you’ve ever been this wet before. You rub your cheek and wonder if he’s ever slapped you that hard before. Did the intensity of pain and fear of death really turn you on that much, just how masochistic are you?

She Always Gets What She Wants [MF] [Age Gap]

“Vivian! You have mail!”

Vivian’s ears perked up as she heard her father announce the arrival of her long-awaited packages. She pranced down the stairs leading to the main foyer. Everything about the newly turned eighteen-year-old could be described as perky from her personality to her appearance. She squealed with delight as her eyes rested upon the dozen packages littering the front entrance.

“I see you’ve been putting my credit card to use.” Her father chuckled.

“Of course, Daddy.” She smiled up at him, ocean eyes twinkling. “I couldn’t miss out on all the new summer collections.”

He shook his head and laughed before saying goodbye and heading out to meet a client over lunch. Vivian was often left to her own devices during the summer due to the fact that she was an only child raised by a single parent (who spent every waking moment absorbed in his work). Sometimes Vivian would feel a pang of loneliness, but a dip in the pool, manicure, shopping spree, or high-profile social event would often be enough to make her feel at ease.

[MF] fucking Sarah like a whore in Atlantic City

Sarah and I dated a couple years ago and then I fucked everything up for another girl like an idiot. This is a story of Sarah and me in Atlantic City.

I was drinking at a strip club near my office and texting a few ladies and offered Sarah a trip within a short drive of us. We settled on Atlantic City. It was near wintertime. I texted her “you’ll have to put some makeup on and get your hair all pretty” and she said “excuuuuse me” but I hastily reminded her it was just the chorus from the song “Atlantic City.” Springsteen forever.

Sarah looks sort of like the porn star Lana Rhoades. Dark hair, pale skin, big eyes, short and skinny but with a nice rack and a perky little ass. She loved giving head and I often look back and ask myself why I passed up multiple blowjobs a day for something else. She liked to wear ripped jeans and chucks.

So we drove up to AC. She played me some podcasts and I played her some Springsteen. We checked into the hotel and went wandering.

A second installment about Max the impotent magnate and Sarah.

Remember Sarah, let me tell you about what happened to her a few years back. She was a director at Simon and Schuster and a favorite of Max Schuster the third’s. Well Max ultimately made her a VP. She was the fair haired golden child as they say. She showed a lot of promise. “She delivers.” Max often told the others. The others were all envious of the relationship she had with Max, and the reverence in which he held her.

Tom Fink was the IT guy at S & S as they called it. An amorphous blob of bagel eating flesh. A day didn’t go by that there wasn’t a poppy or caraway seed stuck in his teeth, butter or cream cheese on his shirt and the tail, at least a half inch of which, wasn’t protruding from his pants zipper. He gave the impression that he was always angling for something. You couldn’t put your finger on it (another figure of speech, sorry but they are so effective) but he was the type of person one couldn’t let their guard down when one was around. He was bright just as most good programmers always are. The smell of Toms body odor was reminiscent of the rendering of blubber into sperm oil.

[M]y stripping [FFF]antasy

I’ve had this fantasy for a number of years ago.

On a couple of occasions it has been discussed with FWB and they loved the idea and were willing to try to make it happen with friends of theirs. Basically, I want to be the entertainment for a group of drunk women, stripping (as best a cute middle age man with no real moves can strip) for them, and teasing them.

The first friend I suggested this to said that she could host it at her store and probably get 40 middle age women to attend. It was in a wealthy area of town, and she said she would have them good and drunk by the time I got there. I ran down my idea for my routine, that I would start by going around to the women, playfully running their hands all over my body over top of my clothes, and just having a good time. Then I would find one of the more enthusiastic women there and stand her up and take her hands and motion for her to take off my shirt. Once bare chested I would run her hands over my chest, and down over my ass. Then start to move to other women and doing the same kind of thing.

Cottage Country Summers – Part 1 – Summer of Discovery (1996) – Chapter 4 [mf]

It had been a week since the last time anyone visited Woodland. A week since the group of four friends experienced their first release of their sexual urges. A week since Nick and Ashley last spoke. Nick was on his way out to the cabin alone since Will had bailed on him at the last minute. They had all had planned to meet up here today, Saturday, but it looked like it would just be him and the girls. No one else was there when he arrived so he opened up the cabin, put his battery powered radio near one of the cots and hit play on one of his favourite tapes. He sat on the cot, leaning against the wall, and let himself drift away into his thoughts while the music played in the background.

He replayed the events of the previous weekend in his head, as he’d done many times over the past week. He remembered every detail of how Ashley looked and reacted to her own touch. The moment she called out his name stuck in his head. It had been the moment that pushed him over the edge and the moment that continued to push him over the edge every time he jerked off over the course of the week.

[MM] when my friend [M] asked me [M] to jack me off

Hello everyone. This story took place 2 years ago.. I’m from Germany and our class trip destination was in Belgium in an little fancy hotel. I shared an room with 3 other friends. In the room there was one of those stacked beds (one bed down and one up) and one king size bed for two people. At the beginning of the trip I wanted to sleep in the king size bed. This stacked bed isn’t very comfortable.. I didn’t care which other of my class mates would sleep next to me. So I instantly claimed my site of the bed when we entered the room. My class mate.. Let’s call him Robin who is a tough guy claimed the other side. (he can be pretty angry if he don’t get what he wants.. Everyone respects him.. Wants to be an alpha guy)
So you can guess which type Robin was.