The Day Innocence Died

**I grew up in a judgmental/sexually repressive household, and I’m sharing this post to inspire sex positivity and to see what I can learn from others in the process. I hope this post resonates with someone out there:**

Do you ever feel like you lost the innocence of your childhood as you bloomed into your sexuality? Part of me longs for the day when I could recapture the innocence of boyhood again – the days before sexuality was such a driving force in my life. I mean, even as a young boy I was attracted to girls. But ever since I’ve been about 12 years old – I’ve been insatiable. I remember I used to play with the girls in my neighborhood. Riding bikes, on the playgrounds, in the sandbox, all the different imaginary games we’d come up with and play together. Just holding hands with a girl or getting a hug made you feel like such a badass. Now we play imaginary games in the bedroom. Now I’d rather play “Let me suck on your clit and finger you to orgasm.” Or “Suck on my dick until I shoot cum down your throat.”

**THE DAY INNOCENCE DIED**

The time I [F]ucked my mom’s friend [M] at his girlfriends birthday party

You can check my profile to see how fucking my mom’s friend started.

I was 18 and my mom, stepdad and I were invited to my mom’s friend’s (40 something) girlfriends (60 something) birthday party. My mom and her are friends as well.

We arrived at her party and my mom’s friend, I will call him Jack for a better read, winked at me as soon as he saw me.
I dresses up pretty slutty, a tight dress to give a good look on my big tits, high heels and slutty make-up to make my blue eyes pop out.

I smiled at Jack, pretended nothing happened and walked into their garden. I wished Jack’s girlfriend a gappy birthday and gave her a hug. I then took a glass of wine and sat down and talked to some people.
I had a few more wines and started acting more slutty and was flirting with some older guys I haven’t met before.

Desperately Seeking Bruisin’ [MF]p

The following happened September of last year and does involve cheating (spare me).

Megan and I had previously fucked around behind our partners’ backs in 2017. We started out as “flirty friends” knowing there was an attraction to one another and we had a lot of whack shit in common (books, movies, music).

The flirty friends thing didn’t last long. Both of our partners found out what was going on. We stopped talking and carried on with our lives. The only difference is Megan went on to get married with the same man she was with and they now have a son together.

I met Megan at the barbershop I used to get my haircut at. She is 5’3, pale skin, green eyes, tattoos, somewhere around a D cup (idk how that works), dark brown hair and a fat ass. Oh yes, that ass. The thing I liked about Megan was the contrast of how bitchy she was in public towards others compared to her submissiveness with me. I stand about a foot taller than Megan and her husband was a few inches shorter than her so that made me want to be extra rough with her. I knew I could manhandle her in ways her husband couldn’t. Megan would melt as I would stand behind her and wrap my hands around her throat and waist. She was also a very talented dick-sucker. Guys, what’s better than having a pretty eyed girl with a fat ass looking up at you while worshipping your dick? I’ll wait.

Things with the houseguest are getting… tense [FFM] [free use] [oral] [anal]

I’m dreaming that I’m getting my dick sucked.

I’m confused. It’s a dream, but it’s also not a dream. I’m slow to wake, I always am. I look down, wiping the confusion from my eyes. Trying to make sense of what I’m seeing. What I’m feeling.

A wall of silky brown hair blocks my view below my waist.

“Uhhh…?”I mumble groggily, only half awake.

A tan, bronzed arm reaches out, pushes the hair back behind her head.

It’s Aya. Of course it is. My cock is in her mouth, stiff, hard, and tall. My balls tight and swollen at its base.

She smiles at me. Winks. She’s impossibly cute. I stare.

She pulls her lips off my shaft, tongues my balls. I groan.

“Morning,” she says.

“Oh fuck,” I say, the tip of her tongue running up the underside of my cock, flicking across my glans. My eyes roll back in my head.

“My laundry’s starting to pile up…” she says, her velvety tongue lapping at my balls, “Unless you want me to stop…?”

“No!” I groan, pushing her head back down.

The Undying Flames Of Passion

It was dark and quiet near the pool house. Monica, Tara, Robert, and John were asleep. Nobody was around. Jake was out for a sneaky midnight swim. As he took his shirt off, he was suddenly pushed into the pool. He flailed his arms in confusion, and when he resurfaced, he saw Natalie standing outside the pool, giggling. Jake could only smile back at her. She was so pretty. Did she follow him out in purpose for some reason? Jake didn’t know but he felt something good was about to happen. She had been shooting him lustful glances all day, grazing his thigh “accidentally”, and even trying to meet him in private.

The Pet Sitter part 2 [MmM][non-con][gay][watersports][anal creampie]

Greg felt light headed, his mind swimming as Ralph dragged him across the room. The young man was scrambling to stay on his feet, his jeans tangling around his ankles as his rapist pulled him through the strange house. He couldn’t stop thinking about what had just happened to him, and he felt sick imagining what other horrors awaited him.

After the older man, who had lured Greg to his home under the false pretense of needing a pet sitter for the weekend, had forced Greg to participate in mutual oral sex, he brought Greg to a new room of the house. Greg fell to the ground upon entering the bedroom, trying to pull his pants up only to have them yanked away. Ralph tossed the boys clothing across the room, and Greg looked around to see what he was in for. The bedroom was scarcely furnished. A queen sized bed sat in the center of the room against the far wall, and two night tables stood on either side. The room was dimly lit, but Greg could just make out a few items sitting on the night stands.

[MMF] [size] [orgy] JOHN WAS A SCIENTIST – A researcher on a quest for the perfect cock. A gigantic cock sex story.

**You can view full the illustrated version of JOHN WAS A SCIENTIST at** [https://eroticprose.com/](https://eroticprose.com/)

John was a scientist who cared about his work. Which was not surprising as his job was to find and document the largest human penises and breasts in the world.

His job had taken him all over the world He had seen some incredible people in his travels. He had seen small, he had seen large. He broke a lot of the myths of penis size down. He met black men with penises bordering on the minuscule, but also found Asian penises that were gigantic. And in the breast department, he found that not all those skinny women with gigantic breasts had implants.

Equally as interesting as the research was who sponsored it. Because his research was sponsored by the porn industry that was interested in his research so they could find new talent for their movies.

Being sponsored by the porn industry meant he was paid quite handsomely for his efforts. Which made sure that he was very dedicated to his work. But the money aside he would still be very dedicated to his job because he had a dream to find the biggest penis in the world.

Before the Night Ends Part 1 (MF, MMF, Noncon, Dubcon, Impregnation, Erotic Horror)

Henry sighed heavily and let the fake smile he had been maintaining for the last twenty minutes slip as he walked away from the conversation to get another drink for him and his girlfriend. This was going to be a long night.

The last person that Henry expected they would meet at the gallery opening was Rick. That wasn’t quite true, he corrected himself as he crossed the crowded room, avoiding the dense knots of people spread through the room. The last person he hoped that he and Becky would run into at the gallery opening – or ever – was her ex, Rick, but Henry had to admit that this event was really more Rick’s speed than it was his.

In a city the size of Philadelphia the odds of meeting any particular person were low enough, but as Henry struggled through the dense crowd around the bar, he figured that a place like this was one of the more likely venues to meet men that were Becky’s usual type: pretentious and unable to hold a real job. That description actually suited this building pretty well too: a warehouse stranded too near downtown as the tide of industry receded leaving it to get a cheap facelift a serve as a venue for aspiring social climbers to gather, rather than a place for the holding and shipping of goods it was originally intended to be. Tonight, it was a gala art exhibition on both floors, though most people were on the ground floor. Not because the art was any better – but because it was closer to the booze, he reasoned.

Old story I never posted. A peek into me being a slut on a random weekend. [FM] [FM]

Description of me: I’m 29 years old with brown hair and green eyes. I’m 5’5” about 115 pounds. I have a nice butt and B cup boobs. I’ve always been told I’m “very cute.” I’ve gotten “sexy” and “pretty” more in the last few years it seems like.

Haven’t posted in awhile, so figured I would post something. This is a post I drafted a couple of years ago and never posted for some reason. I think I thought it was too boring to post or something, which seems kind of crazy lol. Read on below:

Life has been fairly busy the last month or so, so my sex life has sort of been condensed down to just sort of going crazy on the weekends and occasionally I have time for some stuff during the week. Last weekend I was feeling sort of down and hyper-sexual for whatever reason. I got in a big fight with my sister that week, so i feel like I tend to rebel harder when I have tension like that going on in my life. I had also gone like 9 days without sex which is rare for me. I started texting one of my fwb Friday during the day to see what he was up to that night. We set something up to hangout that night around 9. He had to meet up with some people at a bar around 10:30, but of course we didn’t need that long.

You get what you ask for [M/F, anal, name calling, creampie, cumshot]

You’re in the shower when I get home from work, I can hear the water running from the living room where I kick my shoes off and hang my jacket. I yell down the hall to you to let you know I’m home and hear you yell something back, but I can’t make out your words. I sit on the couch, playing on my phone and waiting to see what you want to do about dinner. The water turns off after only a few minutes and a few moments later I can hear your bare feet coming down the hardwood hallway.

You round the corner completely naked, your nips hard on your tiny breasts and pussy freshly shaven, showing off your succulent lips between your thighs. You get on top of me, your small tight body pressed against me. You’re hair is still wet, making water bead on your tan skin. I kiss you without questioning what you’re doing or why, just enjoying the spontaneous nature of it. You rub your pussy on my lap, soaking it with your wet as it spills out of you from being so fucking horny that your body aches to be fucked.