collection of stories you shouldn't read at work
I read an erotic novel long time back..and I don’t recall the name of the book. The premise of the book was that there is a woman who owns a bunch of cabins up the mountains. She has this one alpha male who keeps coming back to one of the cabins and they have passionate rendezvous over the course of years. Finally they fall in love.
Any guesses about which book this may be?
About 10 years ago my ex-wife and I were visiting some friends of mine in Portland. I used to live with a couple of them in a punk rock party house in Kenosha, WI. One of my friends, let’s call her Sam, used to date one of my roommates. She was one of those brash girls, always ready to swill whiskey and talk about sex. She had a great body too — tone, nice ass, big tits. After she broke up with my roommate and moved to Milwaukee, I used to crash at a place she shared with other friends. One night I was on the couch, next to her bedroom, and I heard her railing her new boyfriend. It was just total hardcore: she was begging him to fuck her harder, yelling at him to smack her ass, all at full volume. I didn’t know if she was putting on a show for me or what, but I jerked off half the night listening to them. I should’ve just gone in and joined them.
[Part I](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ayudt8/the_work_conference_mf_mpov/)
Her hand sends shivers through my body as it moves across my bare skin. I unintentionally strain against my pants and she lets out a small laugh, looking back up at me and saying “a little eager now, are we?”
“Oh shut up! It’s your fault I’m all worked up!” I run my fingers through her hair and plant a kiss on her forehead, but my body is aching for her touch. I get my wish, but it comes in the form of the dulled sensation of her fingertips barely grazing down the front of my pants over the zipper. Still, it’s enough to make my cock twitch and for her to mock me again.
“You *have* to know why that one happened,” I remark, gesturing toward her hand on me.
She smirks. “Oh, I do, I just like to make fun.” She squeezes gently, causing me to let out a low sigh and shift my hips. Her smirk drops and she starts to move more aggressively. Her fingers squeeze up and down my length over my jeans, exploring and pausing every time my erection jumps. The whole time I’m letting out soft moans, thoroughly enjoying the feeling of her work.
[This is 100% a true story- all happened exactly as described]
It was late 2017 at one of the clubs off Dupont Circle. The idea of this particular club was that every floor had a different decade of music- the bottom floor 2000s, the middle floor 1990s, and the top floor 1980s. The girls at this venue skewed younger, with many GW students, and were dressed like complete sluts– skirts hiked up so you could see their asses, tits hanging out– the way street hookers used to dress when I was a kid.
I happened on a group of girls.They looked distinctly downscale compared to the other girls there. Two were Hispanic. The third was a tiny white girl, cute as a button. She looked like she was from the wrong side of the tracks. She was about 5 feet tall, dark hair, skinny but sporting a big curvy ass, and drunk off her gourd. Her skin was alabaster white. Her pretty eyes were blue and vulnerable looking. Of all the different varieties, trashy white girls are my favorite. The kind who have bruises everywhere, who smoke, sleep around, and love meth, molly and adderall. I knew I had to say hi. I approached her directly, making no effort to feign interest in her friends, told her I thought she was gorgeous, and offered to buy her a drink. The attraction was instant. She blushed crimson red and followed me to the bar.
Sorry for the delay, it’s been a busy time! Here’s part 2, you can find part 1 here [https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/aqxkrj/mfm_i_shared_my_girlfriend_with_another_man_for/](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/aqxkrj/mfm_i_shared_my_girlfriend_with_another_man_for/)
The next few moments were a little awkward. As he rested there was a lull in the sexual tension as all of us came down from the incredible high. A stranger sprawled on my bed and my girlfriend in my arms, covered in his cum. The situation started feeling strange. I asked him if he wanted to go to the shower to clean up and he obliged. It gave us a little bit of privacy. My girlfriend checked in with me to see how I was doing. I assured her I loved it and she echoed similar sentiments. Not wanting the night to end early I suggested she go help him wash his cock.
I followed her into the bathroom and watched as she got into the shower with him. They locked eyes and it was as if the tension was never gone. She pressed her body into his, pushing him into the wall. Their lips found each other and she reached down to stroke his cock, cleaning it under the hot water. Both his hands were on her ass, spreading her cheeks open. I could see her ripple gently with pleasure as his fingers grazed her pussy and asshole. Not wanting to be left out, I cleared my throat to get their attention.
My girlfriend and I were going out for a normal dinner date. We had a local semi chain Italian restaurant where we order the same items every time. (Cesar Salad to start, bomb ass dressing and croutons, into toasted ravioli’s) The restaurant has two sides a family sports bar and more of a family sit down restaurant. It was a busy weekend so we decided first come, first serve on which side we sat on.
This dinner dates, movies, weekends playing mini-golf, etc. were very common during the summer. Our relationship started towards the end of my first summer after freshman year of college. I was working a summer job at the local super market trying to make as much money as possible to avoid working during the school year. As life would go we met four days before I had to go back to school. We did the long-distance thing, but summers were an overload of making up for the rest of the year.
After seeing how Arianna had brought Stephanie’s pussy to life, Celeste, her evil counterpart, had some dark thoughts, enter her little fairy mind…
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Lizzie was stuck at home after work watching cheesy science fiction flicks. She had dated quite a few guys in the past but she never kept a boy for long. It’s not that she wasn’t attractive. She had a sexy and petite little body with size C breasts. She usually wore her black hair in a straight, pixie cut style and had a to die for cute face that was dying to be kissed. The issue was that she was sexy and she knew it, and she used her looks to get what she wanted.
My first ass eating experience was fun, unexpected, and enjoyable. This also happened to be the first time I ever took acid. So you can imagine that the results were kinda out of this world.
Me and W had made conversations about acid, I said I’ve never done it and he says he’ll trip sit me.
I took a risk, and I’ve live a pretty mediocre life, and wanted to try new things. We connected well, and I felt that I could trust him.
He picks me up at our designated meeting spot. We drive to a park, and park. I take the tab of acid and it began. He suggested to be with nature. It’s more of a broader spectrum to feel the effects when in nature, well according to him. I got a little paranoid, but he made sure to reassure me that everything was ok.
After an hour or so, we drive to the hotel. It takes awhile to actually get the room because they had to clean rooms or whatever to make it free. (I seriously can’t think of the word of what’s that called, lol)
While we waited, the come up from the acid I took, took place.
I won’t take my eyes off you. I couldn’t if I tried.
You know I would be happy to just stay in. Or, go to a dive bar. I don’t need anything fancy.
But you wanted to dress me up. So, I did my very best. My long hair freshly trimmed and blown dry by the stylist. It cascades down my back and across my shoulders. I like to imagine that it would tangle itself around you. Keep you close to me, forever.
You saw my little black dress in photos, and I knew you needed to feel it in person. I zipped myself into it, which was no easy task. I hope you will be zipping me out of it.
You tell the hostess “two.” I think it’s a hostess. Maybe it’s a guy. I won’t look away from your face. I don’t care if there is a world of people around us. I see only you.
You put your hand gently on my lower back as we follow our hostess(host?) to the table. Your touch sets me on fire. I feel like my legs aren’t working properly. I wish I could lean into you and let you carry me.
This has been on my mind for a while. It’s a true story, although only as accurate as memory filtered through the haze of lust and booze at the time. My wife and I had a pretty good sex life – she had always loved anal sex, as did I, although I never got as many blowjobs as I liked. We had discussed some fantasies – she fantasized about a threesome with two guys and getting DPd, and also about watching other people have sex. This all happened more than ten years ago – probably more like twelve.
So after a long period of discussion and some false starts, we made up our minds to go to Oasis Aqualounge in Toronto (it’s on google if you want to see pictures of it – I won’t spend a lot of time on descriptions) – in fact we came down especially for that (we told other people that it was a romantic weekend getaway).
I’ll skip a lot of the preparations etc (I shaved her pussy), but we did have a few drinks and might have smoked some pot first. In our discussions leading up to this (this was a big step for her) we had agreed that we would watch, we might have sex with each other, but no swapping. This was totally fine with me.