[META] Any Erotic Requests?

I’m looking for some writing inspiration and was wondering if anyone had a request for a dirty story. Requests can be messaged to me or posted as a comment here.

Please Provide:

Character(s): At least one.

Scenario: What do you want to happen?

Perspective: Whose POV is the story from? Also first (I), second (you) or third (he/she) person perspective?

Optional: Your kinks and/or turn offs.

*Please consider that I DO NOT write the following: MM, Trans, Futa, Genderswap, Pegging, Scat, Piss, Diaper, Torture (Rough & Bondage are fine), Gore, Underage, Age Regression (<18), Graphic Rape (Don’t mind reluctance or light noncon though). Sorry these just specifically turn me off.*

Note that making a request does not guarantee I will deliver a story for you, but all requests will at least be considered.

Thanks!

Lending a Hand, Part 1 [MF] [Long]

Long-time reader, first-time poster. Hoping to make this a regular thing so long as people enjoy! Standard “good stuff starts here: _______” disclaimer applies.

(Upfront admission: this happened long enough ago that some aspects—a.k.a. dialogue—have gotten a little fuzzy. As such, I’ve taken a few liberties to make things read a bit more naturally. But rest assured, the recollections themselves are all true.)

I was in my senior year of university, and my course load was light. Being the go-getter that I am, I decided to get a job—specifically, one that would look good on my CV. After turning over a few rocks and talking to a few friends, I wound up getting a gig with the students’ union. Good work, cool people, and decent pay. What more could a 22-year-old want?

At first, I was sweet on one of the execs—a tall drink of “please sit on my face” named Tessa. Beyond being cute and easy to talk to, she was also the one I worked with the most. But after a couple of weeks, I found myself getting on really well with one of the other VP’s: a curvy redhead named Janice who was as bubbly as she was cool. Played in a band, told funny jokes, and rocked a delightfully tight and faded Velvet Underground t-shirt like it was going out of style. Read more »

Sub gets home late to Domme [MF] [bdsm]

It is 4:30 and I can already tell there is no way I’m getting out of work on time. I’m continue working, but now five minutes before I’m supposed to leave and I know I’m not getting out of here. I take out my phone and text Her, “I’m sorry Mistress, but I’m going to be late. I have to finish up some work.” I send knowing She is not going to be happy. Less than a minute later I get her one-word response that confirms my suspicion that is not happy. “Fine.” I finally finish up my work and head to me car. All I can think about is making Her wait. I don’t know what to expect when I get home. I text Her, “On my way home now.” No response. Not really surprised though. I don’t live too far from work, so I get there quickly. I walk in the door and start up the stairs. I don’t know what is waiting for me at the top of those stairs, but I know from my training what is expected of me. As I climb the stairs I start to undress. Shoes, shirt, socks, pants, and boxers. By the time I get to the top I am completely naked. I leave my clothes in a neat pile at the top. I look around and don’t immediately see her. “I’m home Mistress” I call out. I hear movement in the back room. “I’m in here Ken.” I head to the back to find her waiting for me. She is still dressed from work. She wore a skirt, blouse, and high heels today. “I’m ready to be more comfortable. Take off my clothes for me.” I walk over to her and being to work. Removing each piece of clothing gently and carefully. Folding and setting them aside neatly. I kneel down to remove here shoes, but she stops me. “I think I’m going to leave these on today.” Obviously I don’t argue and stay kneeling in front of her. All she has on now is a black bra and panties. She looks down at me and smirks, “I can’t believe you made me wait for you.” “I’m sorry Mistress,” I respond quickly. Read more »

Misunderstanding and fulfillment: Sex eventually gone right [f][m][f][m][group]

On Tuesday we went out with a charming, attractive, and hilarious couple from Europe, but walking in we had modest expectations. Our most common reaction to dates is: “That was okay. They are okay.” Few dates are outright dreadful but few are transcendent.

On this date, though, we all warmed up to each other quickly, with talk about backgrounds, jobs, life experiences, and of course mutual interests. Adam and Tricia were full of stories about the many countries in which they’d lived, as well as a few of [the Killing Kittens parties](https://medium.com/@testing78378_Seattle255/about-killing-kittens-sex-parties-dcf7e3fab05c) they’d attended. I think they’ve had other adventures, some at surprisingly early ages.

Many of the specifics of the conversation have faded from memory, but the warm glow of what seemed to be mutual admiration remains. We bounced from the first bar, which was too noisy for C, to a much quieter bar where we could speak and flirt more easily. There, I was thinking about what might conceivably happen next. Read more »

Watched by my Friends [FMM] [threesome]

I’m 21, and I turned 21 this past June. And my friends planned to take me out so I could get wasted for the first time. I didn’t want to drink. I have watched so many people in my family become alcoholics, and while I understand that you can drink in moderation and not succumb to alcoholism, I swore when I was a kid I’d never drink, and I planned to keep that promise.

So I told my friends I wanted something else for my birthday. I wanted to have sex with more than one guy at a time. They got really excited and started calling up guys they had hooked up with, and talked to a few of our male friends.

I was nervous because my options were guys I knew who if it got awkward afterwards I’d still have to see, or guys I didn’t know. But I decided maybe guys I didn’t know very well might be the way to go, that way if I hated the experience it’d be easy to avoid them. I know, sounds bad right? But it was what I felt was best, and still do. Read more »

Priestess – The Hotel [MFM] [voyeurism] [polyamory]

*Here’s another sneak peek at *Priestess*, the conclusion of [The Visitor’s Wedding](http://stillpointeros.com/product-tag/visitors-wedding/)!*

*[The opening section is here.](https://kdwestwrites.wordpress.com/2017/11/04/preview-priestess-pt-i-mf-polyamory/)*

*This bit takes place after the wedding, during which, at her husband’s urging, Danielle told Tony the Trooper, “My husband’s fantasy is to watch me make love to another man. It’s not a fantasy we’ve ever been able to live out, but we’d both like that man to be you.” So here they’re on the way to make Robby’s fantasy a reality.*

*And I need your help finishing the story — so there’s a poll at the very end — I’ll link to it in the comments. Please let me know what direction you think I should take with this threesome.*

***Adult readers only!***

**The Priestess, Pt. II: The Hotel**

As they walked the two blocks to the hotel, Robby lent Danielle his jacket. Peering at Tony, he said, “Your car okay?”

“Sure,” Tony said with a smile. “It’s locked up back where the wedding was. Who’d steal a cop car parked in front of a firehouse?”

“Good point.”

Danielle held out her elbows and the two men slipped their arms through. Read more »

Meeting Becky part two [Mf]

So now I had her number, and a number of problems. I was 34, she was much younger. She was a super cool party girl girl, while I was a geek. She was a goddess, and I wasn’t a god. Becky was the kind of girl who could walk into a gym and choose the fittest guy in the room to fuck. I knew that, and although I wasn’t bad looking, I was no pro-athlete. But I also knew I needed her. I needed her body wrapped around mine, I needed to smell her, to explore her, I needed to caress those breasts and kiss those lips, and to get lost in those eyes as my warm cum shot from my dick across her perfect body. I felt some shame when I thought that though, thinking things like that about someone so young, so innocent.. Then I remembered that top. “Ha. Innocent?” Read more »

Letting stranger cum inside me UPDATE [f] [cheating]

Update! I told my bf what happened.

I told him this morning after alot of deliberation. I told him that the other night when I was out with the girls that I ended up sleeping with another man. He asked me if I went back to his place, I told him no, he took me there on the dance floor. It was a strange experience, him asking me lots of questions, he wasn’t visibly angry, just cold?

When I finished we kinda just sat there. After a while he looked at me, and told me that he’s kinda angry but also turned on at the same time. It was then I realised he was hiding his boner. I don’t know if it was him hiding it out of shame or excitement but we made love there and then.

He asked me what type of guy he was while I was being fucked and I said he was quite handsome, rugged and confident. He asked me why did I let him cum inside me. I told him it’s because I’m a slut. He asked me who I belonged to. I told him that I belonged to him, my slut pussy is his. He asked me did I want to be impregnated by a complete stranger and I said I don’t know but the thought turned me on. And for the first time in a while he came inside me. He said my slutty pussy needs to be filled up by him. Read more »

Meeting Becky [Mf]

The cafe was quiet, as it should be for a lazy Monday in winter. I liked quiet cafes. they let me think. I had just started my third coffee when they walked in, three girls who immediately punctured my peace through laughing at something that I, with my back to them, couldn’t see. They weren’t quiet when they were at the bar either, and although I tried to finish writing my sentence, I pushed my notebook away and took another swig of coffee instead. I was at the back of the cafe, and I hoped they’d take the sofa at the front, by the window, so I could carry on with my work.

But no, I heard them approach and soon they were past me, moving to occupy the last table, in my line of sight and just a few feet away. I say they were girls, they were girls to me but were women really, 18 or 19 perhaps – almost half my age. I couldn’t help checking them out as they passed, as any man would, and none disappointed – all three wore tight jeans and yeah, I enjoyed the view, who wouldn’t? There was a full cup of coffee left and an article to write though, so I turned to my book again while they settled down, and stared at the unfinished sentence. Nope, still I didn’t know how to write it, so I took the cup for another swig and looked up, and it was then that my heart skipped. Read more »

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[M] First time with a prostitute

This is my account of the first time I went to a prostitute. I’ve previously used sugar daddy type websites, which I’ve also written about on here. I’m not (now) ashamed of what I did, as the woman in question was consenting, well paid, and I treated her with respect. My following descriptions of Anna (let’s call her) and what we did are purely objective.

I found Anna on a website advertising escorts in Manchester. She was Hungarian, late 20s or early 30s. After making contact with Anna I arrived at her address, which was a flat above a shop, which she appeared to share with other escorts. She met me at the top of the stairs. She looked maybe a little older, and less pretty than I had hoped. TBH I wasn’t blown away by her looks, but she was attractive enough, average really (and so am I, so I can’t complain). She did however have a nice figure. Maybe 5’8″, a little shorter than me. Curvy in a nice way. Quite large, pert breasts. I did wonder whether they were artificial, but whatever, they looked good. Light brown hair. Green eyes. She was wearing a kind of skimpy nighty type thing and see-through bra and panties. Read more »