Alessandra ist 26 Jahre jung und hat im Juni ihr Studium der Germanistik in Heidelberg abgeschlossen. Bevor Sie sich ins Berufsleben stürzt, wollte sie sich noch ein halbes Jahr Auszeit gönnen, um Europa zu erkunden. Ihr Ziel war es Italien, Malta und Frankreich zu besichtigen und an den schönen Stränden des Mittelmeers zu entspannen und die Sonne in vollen Zügen genießen. Sie liebt es in Italien Urlaub zu machen. Ihre Mutter ist Italienerin und kam in den 70er Jahren als junges Mädchen mit ihrer Familie nach Deutschland. Später lernte sie dann Alessandras Papa kennen und sie bauten sich ein schönes Leben auf, welches durch die Geburt der Tochter gekrönt wurde. Somit hat Alessandra noch ein paar Verwandte die in Italien leben; ihre Großeltern, Tanten und Onkel sowie Cousins und Cousinen. Das Vorurteil, dass Italiener große Familien haben kann sie nur bestätigen. Manchmal ist das aber auch ein Vorteil, es wird nie langweilig und man kann günstig nach Italien reisen.
Alessandra hatte sich im Frühjahr von ihrem Langzeitfreund Tom getrennt. Ihre Beziehung war im wahrsten Sinne des Wortes in die Tage gekommen. Sie waren 8 Jahre ein Paar und wohnten schon 5 Jahre zusammen. Jedoch hat es in den letzten Jahren immer mehr gekriselt und aus Kleinigkeiten entstanden heftige Streitigkeiten, die sich einfach zu sehr häuften, um es als eine gesunde Beziehung zu bezeichnen und so weiter die Tage miteinander zu verbringen. Nach mehreren Gesprächen und vergeblichen versuchen die Verliebtheit und das Kribbeln wieder herzustellen, hat Alessandra die Reißleine gezogen und die Beziehung beendet. Tom wusste tief im Inneren das dieser Tag bald kommen würde und viel zur Verbesserung der Umstände hat er nicht beigetragen, so dass das Ende nur eine Frage der Zeit war. Alessandra benötigte ihre Kraft und Konzentration für andere, wichtigere Dinge als darüber nachzudenken, warum der Müll nicht herausgebracht wurde oder mal wieder nicht abgespült wurde. Muss sie denn immer alles alleine machen in der üppigen 100qm Wohnung in der Innenstadt von Heidelberg? Ja, und das kann sie auch ohne Tom und seine Launen. Sie war schließlich nicht die Putzfrau, sondern musste ihre Magisterarbeit schreiben und sich für die Verteidigung dieser vorbereiten. Somit kam der Tag im Februar an dem sie auszog und für das Ende des Studiums wieder zu ihren Eltern, in ihr Kinderzimmer zog, damit sie in Ruhe arbeiten konnte. Das hat ihr viel Kraft gegeben und sie konnte sich zu 100 Prozent auf ihre Abschlussarbeit konzentrieren. Somit schloss sie ihr Studium kurz darauf mit Bravour ab und kann sich nun ganz auf Ihre bevorstehende Reise freuen, die sie schon wochenlang, wenn sie mal nicht an ihr Studium dachte, plante. Es war gar nicht so einfach eine Reise durch Südeuropa zu planen, schon gar nicht alleine. Aber all ihre Freundinnen waren schon im Job oder hatten einen Freund oder einfach keine Zeit, Lust oder das nötige Geld für so einen Trip. Und einen Freund hatte sie schließlich auch nicht mehr. Aber das war halb so wild, denn schließlich kann auf einer Reise und Ländern wie Italien oder Frankreich viel passieren. Sie träumte schon lange von wilden Nächten und heißem Sex mit einem Südländer. Gut gebaut und durchtrainiert, dabei von der Sonne des Südens gebräunt, so dass sie schon bei den Gedanken daran zusammenzuckte was alles auf ihrer Reise geschehen könnte. Sie hatte nun mal seit fast einem halben Jahr kein Sex mehr. Mit Tom lief schon vor der Trennung nichts mehr im Bett und seit Februar ist nichts mehr in diese Richtung passiert. Außerdem war sie nicht der Typ, um sich in der Disko den Nächstbesten zu schnappen und mit ihm nach Hause zu verschwinden. Sie stand nicht auf One Night Stands, und hatte eigentlich auch gar nicht so viel Erfahrung was Sex und Männer angeht. Außer mit Jonas, ihr Jugendfreund, mit dem sie ihr erstes Mal hatte und Tom gab es keine anderen Männer in ihrem Leben. Sie kann sich noch genau an das erste Mal erinnern als ob es gestern war. Jonas und Alessandra gingen zusammen zur Schule und in die gleiche Klasse. Sie stand schon seit der 9 auf ihn. Und in der 10, auf einer Party kamen sie sich endlich näher. Sie waren jung und es dauerte bis sie küssten und sich anfassten. Aber nach einiger Zeit wurde es immer intimer und eines Abends, Jonas hatte sein Zimmer geschmückt und Kerzen die lieblich duften angezündet, passierte es. Sie knutschten wild rum und hatten das erste mal miteinander geschlafen. Er war sehr behutsam und streichelte sie ausgiebig und sie lasen sich sehr viel Zeit. Trotzdem war es für Alessandra, anders als bei Jonas, nicht der schönste Moment. Sie hatte schon viel darüber im Internet und in Foren gelesen und mit ihren Freundinnen gequatscht. Man solle sich entspannen und genießen und sich einfach fallen lassen. Leichter gesagt als getan. Das erste Mal war gut, es tat nicht sehr weh und sie konnte sich auch in den Armen von Jonas fallen lassen und fühlte sich geborgen. Aber das war Sex? Mit 16 wusste sie wenig und irgendwie fühlt sie sich mit 26 nicht anders. Tom war ihr zweiter Freund nach Jonas, den die dann mit 18 kennen und lieben lernte. Am Anfang bestand ihre Beziehung, wie wohl jede, auf jeden Fall die ihrer Freundinnen, zu 90% aus Sex. Keiner von den beiden konnte an was anderes denken. Wenn die Eltern außer Haus waren wurde wild gefickt. Wenn die Eltern neben an im Schlafzimmer waren, wurde langsam und sachte miteinander geschlafen. Blümchensex musste auch mal sein. Bei diesem Gedanken musste Alessandra schmunzeln. Allerdings war diese Zeit rasch verflogen. Durch Toms duales Studium war er sehr eingespannt und angespannt. Er war oft gestresst und hatte wenig Lust dann nach einem anstrengenden Arbeitstag und abendlichen Lernens die Initiative zu ergreifen und sie zu verführen. Früher reichte es wenn sie nur ein etwas freie Haut zeigte und Toms Glied malte sich in seiner Hose ab. Somit musste nun Alessandra den Anfang machen und ihn rumkriegen, was mal mehr mal weniger klappte. Sie wohnten ja noch nicht einmal zusammen. Und so wurden aus den wilden Sextreffen, DVD Abende ohne Orgasmus aber mit frühem Einschlafen. An ihrer Liebe hat sich nichts geändert. Sie konnte ihn ja verstehen, 4 mal die Woche auf der Arbeit schufften bis 17 Uhr, dann noch durch den Stau nach Hause, essen und bis spät Abends über die Bücher. Dazu noch Freitags und Samstags in die Uni. Allerdings änderte sich ihr Sexleben wieder als sie zusammenzogen. Nach 3 jährige Beziehung wagten sie den Schritt und da Tom seine Ausbildung und das Studium abgeschlossen hatte und als Abteilungsleiter in der Firma, die ebenfalls in Heidelberg ansässig war, übernommen wurde, konnten sie sich eine traumhaften Wohnung in der Innenstadt erlauben. Eigentlich konnte er sie sich nur erlauben, weswegen sie auch nach der Trennung ausgezogen ist. Ihr Sexleben wurde deutlich besser und Tom wurde wieder aktiver. Er war wieder der Alte. Von der Anspannung und dem Stress war nichts mehr zu merken. Wenn er von der Arbeit heim kam, hatte er meistens Lust Alessandra direkt zu vernaschen.
Tag: Anal
[MF] My first anal
This happened when I was 22 and had been out of work for a bit. It led to me having a place to myself for hours and hours. And boy did I take advantage of it!
At the time I was hooking up with a bunch of different guys and each of them for a different reason. One loved coming over just to get a blow job and play with my breasts. He always offered money and looking back I was stupid to have turned it down. Another had a less than average penis. He was constant pressure on my g spot. A different guy was a college freshman who had a habit of cumming in his undies before we got started. My first anal though? He was a somewhat nervous man on his lunch break.
I had hopped on my bed and slid my underwear off, always eager to be filled. This man who would soon become forever imprinted in my memory slowly removed his suit and tried to make small talk.
Human Machine Interaction [FR][Robot]
“Good morning, Z.”
“Good morning, sir. How are you?”
“I’m just fine. What’s the weather like today?”
“It’s going to be mostly sunny with some clouds towards the afternoon. It could rain tonight. Might I suggest to bring in the hay before then?”
Anne was quite fed up with the inane conversation that was happening on stage. It seemed the next model was mostly more useless social interaction upgrades. It was the kind of pointless small talk she’d rather not have with another human, let alone a machine. And she certainly didn’t want advice on how to run a farm from it. Her own Zed unit had all but the most necessary voice responses turned off. She didn’t need a “Yes, ma’am.” every time she told it to do something.
“Do you fancy a game of chess later?”
“Absolutely, sir. I shall do my best not to beat you quite as quickly as I did last time.”
The audience laughed politely.
Zed was necessary for her business. The farm was mostly automated but there were lots of small jobs that didn’t make sense to get specific machinery for. Jobs that were too heavy or monotonous for her to do herself. A strong robot with the ability to work autonomously was absolutely vital to make it work.
[MF] 25 Year Old Me Got Lucky With My Coworker [Virgin][Long][Pic]
*Hey* r/GoneWildStories! *This is the somewhat modified account of how I finally swiped my v-card, which happened a little over five years ago. This the very first time I’ve ever written about my sexual adventures, and I haven’t shown it to anyone, so let me know if you like it. Sorry for it being so long; I like to set the stage, and my general verbosity is somewhat compulsive. Obviously, I’ve changed several small details to protect my anonymity, but, for the most part, this is exactly what transpired. The experience entirely changed the trajectory of my life, and me fundamentally as a person. Enjoy!*
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In the spring of 2013, several months before my twenty-fifth birthday, I chose to step way, way outside my comfort zone and leave my small, rural hometown for a job in a major city here in the United States. It wasn’t anything glamorous, just a entry level corporate job. I could have found employment anywhere, and been generally fine. I chose this specific city because I had imagined living there in high school and wanted to try something completely new and different.
[TF][TFM] Experimenting with a couple for the first time…
**I’ll link to my pic in the comments below, for anyone curious**
I learned to pass at a pretty early age. By the time I was out of college I had long, black hair that I could wear in a bun when I presented as a man or styel when I was all dressed up. Being petite and Asian certainly helped. I started frequenting fetish and alternative lifestyle clubs and bars as soon as I legally could. But all my early sexual encounters were with women. I typically dressed with 70s-Bowie flourish, but eventually came out of my shell and started spending most of time in drag.
Eventually I moved on from curious women to people more like me. Other cross dressers, androgynes, and even trasgenders. Anyone who liked to wear silk or satin or lace who liked the way I looked in a skirt. Masculine men didn’t interest me and neither did guys who were just looking to do something out of the ordinary. I always went for women or those who came from a similar point of mind.
Jessica’s Despair – Chapter 1 [MF] [Rape] [Age] [BDSM] [Slave] [Blowjob] [Facefucking] [Creampie] [Crying]
**This story is by and for adults and is purely fiction and fantasy. This story is purely for private enjoyment within one’s own imagination and does not condone any real life actions**
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##Jessica’s Torment
[Chapter One](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/997mq7/jessicas_torment_chapter_1_rape_bdsm_teen_age/)
[Chapter Two](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/998f6i/jessicas_torment_chapter_2_mf_rape_bdsm_teen_age/)
[Chapter Three](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/99fow2/jessicas_torment_chapter_3_mf_rape_age_bdsm_anal/)
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Continued from Jessica’s Torment. Jessica has been a slave for a couple weeks now and she finds that she will be sharing her space with a new slave girl… someone she knows quite well.
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#Jessica’s Despair
##Chapter One
Jessica was no longer called by name. Her captors merely referred to her as “slave girl”.
She would experience long periods of filth and grime, being abused in the dirty, cold basement. But the majority of the time, to her surprise, the men went out of their way to wash her and keep her clean.
Master took great joy in bathing with her and cleaning her as much as he could. He often hid his malintent behind acts of gentleness and apparent kindness. She was never fooled and would never succumb to caring for the man. He made sure of that anyways, making it very clear that she was nothing more than something for him to enjoy, and that he lived to see every expression and reaction she could make.
Goodbye Lucy [MF]
Thank you if you have read an enjoyed these real erotic stories on my account. This will probably be the last one for some time and also the last story about Lucy.
She came back again after her long weekend to the UK back in 2016, she had been texting me and sending me photos on the lead up to getting here and as always, like a bee to an attractive flower, I was drawn in. The reason I’ve had to knock this on the head is because she’s got a boyfriend in Switzerland and I just couldn’t do this anymore, so this is the last part to the saga I thought I’d share.
Before she got here she had been talking about how she’d like to buy us a hotel room, get here and basically be a slave for the first two days. I had to move back with my folks for 12 months whilst I saved to move again so I couldn’t exactly tie her up in my room for a day or two. I did my best to ignore these requests and in the end she arrived just to stay at her parents place. She came twenty miles to my town to see friends and on the way out of town she calls me, she’s passing by, would I like to go for a drive? Well I know what that means and I’ll be honest, I was in the mood so I grabbed a jacket and met her outside. I had a new car and she always liked taking a drive in what I drove because it’s often something pretty hot. We took a drive up into the hills and pulled up in the best place for a good view of the town. We stopped and chatted for a while and it was quite clear she wanted me bad. She leaned over after we locked yes for a moment, I leaned it, she grabbed my crotch, I grabbed her ass.
From here I got my hand up her skirt and let my fingers do the work. She went from horny to wild in a minute or so and started unzipping me like her life depended on it. Moaning from the work of my right hand she moved that away and sank her head down on to my cock. She was in a complete trance, pushing herself further and further, only my ex could achieve this, it was porn star level effort.
As you can probably imagine this is a recipe for a quick finish and with no intention of leaving the car this time, I came hard and she certainly struggled to keep it all in. I wish she had been driving to be honest because my legs turned to jelly. I needed a moment to collect myself. She still had this wild glint in her eyes, she sat back and I took control again, suing my hands on her. She writhed and shuddered as she came from the technique, I bit her neck and the lower part of her ear. I had to open the windows because everything had steamed up. After running the engine for a moment, giggling like kids with each other, I drove back to her car.
Tantric massage and anal creampie for Tiffany [MF]
The topic of a tantric massage had come up a few times, so I started planning to surprise her one night. She’s at the hospital working her shift which ended at 8 landing her home around 9 after everything was wrapped up. I got some massage oil, candles, a place even let me rent a table which was pretty clutch of them, and some chocolate for her. I hear Tiffany pull into the garage and everything is ready to go. Candles are lit, lights are dim, I unwrapped the whole bag of dove chocolates, and the package has arrived. We do our meet and greet kisses, she pours a glass of wine and starts unloading her day which was apparently a rough one. Perfect for a sensual tantric massage. After her glass is empty, we walk up stairs and she sees the setup. Tiffany’s all smiles now, her bad day just brightened up.
[M]y Virgin Experience Fingering a Close [F]riend and Later Getting a Blowjob in College
This might be a tame story compared to people who actually have sex in their stories, but I was raised in a female household and pretty much didn’t want random hookups in college but didn’t have looks, time, or money for a girlfriend. This is the story of how a nerdy guy got to finger a friend from freshmen year of college and eventually get her to give him a blowjob. (I fingered her jr year, but the blowjob won’t come till senior year, so this is a two act story.)
Part 1: The Fingering and Foreplay
Vanilla Anal After a Long Trip (MF Anal Oral)
You finally return from your long trip. Exhausted from hours of travel. Of course you are smiling, but I can see in your eyes that you are ready to curl up in comfy clothes and stay horizontal for a day. I have a bottle of chilled white wine waiting for you and you tell me you are almost too tired to even have any, but you start to drink and I can see your spirits lightening as you finish your first glass and then a third.
Your stories of near misses and kind souls and smooth coincidence that made your trip a perfectly executed excursion half way around the planet and back are so soothing to listen to even though you already told me all of this stuff while you were away. Seeing you tell it in person is so much better. I feel like I am almost having to hold back tears I am so glad you are back and right next to me again.
We are sitting on the couch, but you have started to slip further and further into the cushions the more I listen and now I am holding your feet. I can’t give you a proper message. My hands travel up your legs and you apologize about the lightly rough texture and for being so tired. I don’t care.
“Tell me about the shuttle getting pulled over while you were going from Aswan to Gabal Elba.” I say to keep you talking.
I just asked to keep you talking and animated. My hands are exploring further and further up your legs. I’m watching your lips move. It is hard to hear what you are saying over the pulsing in my ears. I am so glad you are back. My mouth actually fills with saliva. I swallow heavy. My hands are almost to the bottom of your shorts. My fingers are spread wide and making impressions in your thighs as I move my hands firmly and slowly around your legs. Inside. Outside. You are getting to the exciting part in the story where Tory tries to tell the officer something in Egyptian but accidentally drops an obscenity. You told me already and I know you are about to laugh, and I can’t wait to see it. I take a deep breath, your eyes start to pull up in the corners and you start to bring your hand up to your face to cover your opening mouth as you start to titter. Your eyes sparkle. My hand slips further up your legs. Your back is arching involuntarily as I message deeply into your inner thigh. And as you finish your laugh and your story your eyes close a little as the side of my index finger brushes against your panties.
“Did I tell you about sitting under the acacia tree and Jasmine kissing my neck?”
Of course you did and of course we discussed the shit out of that topic, but now you were pointing to the spot where she kissed you and I felt a twinge of jealousy and you noticed.
“I knew you were at least a little jealous.” You said giggling.
And we leaned in towards each other and I kissed your lips. As soon as I was reminded of the taste of you, the feel of your mouth against mine, I knew I couldn’t stop. You fell back on the couch.
“I’m so tired.”
And you got up taking my hand and leading me to our bed. I can see the lengthening of your stride as we head down the hall. I put fresh sheets on the bed and made sure everything was welcoming this morning, and you fell onto the bed smiling with the smile that says, ‘oh bed, I have missed you so much.’ I can see your body going limp with the pleasure of the familiar feel of home wrapping around you. You forgot about me, but I didn’t care because watching you writhe on the bed is so exciting. I went into the bathroom to pee and when I came back you were under the covers, eyes closed, lips pursed in a smile. I stripped off my clothes and climbed under the covers with you and was so glad to feel you had shed your clothes.
I slid as close to you as was humanly possible, rubbing legs and toes, arms and breasts. I gritted my teeth and quivered against you and started to slide down you, almost using your leg like a fireman’s pole until my face was level with your navel. I climbed between your legs and held myself over you breathing softly onto your pelvis, watching your stomach contract and hold. I can see the anticipation building with every breath. I place my cheek on your pelvis and reach my hands up all the way along the side of your body, then drag the back of my fingers along your body causing your back to arch and goose bumps to form. I slip my hands underneath you and slide my face between your legs and pull you into my mouth. I can’t help but vigorously suck on all of your labia holding your pussy in my mouth while I run my tongue around the outside of your lips and then slipping my tongue between your lips, letting you fall from my mouth as I work my way up to your clit and you make a short squawking noise I have never heard you make. This long without me tasting you has obviously left you enthralled as well, and I know this is true because the taste of your creamy cum is filling my mouth and I suck and suck to get it all and you thrust and fuck my face until you start to stream into my mouth and lose all will to go on. I flutter my tongue on your clit and your legs involuntarily close and your hips shift to the side and I start to slide up your body, but I can see you are already starting to slip into a slumber.
You become a little spoon.
“Thank you.” You say as you start to drift and I hold myself against you so tight you grunt a little and I feel a little bit of your pussy juice drip onto my leg.
Your breathing slows and your muscles relax. I really want to let you sleep, but I have waited so long for you to get home and my cock is not getting soft. I taste you on my lips, I consider jerking off and leaving you alone, but before I can even begin, you reach your hand behind your back and wrap your fingers around my throbbing head. You squeeze the end of my dick with all the strength you can muster. and hold. and hold. The sensation is too intense. I can’t stop myself. I role myself on top of you pushing your face into the pillow. You turn your head, but don’t let go of my dick head. I want to get it inside you, but you aren’t letting go and I feel cum start to drip from the end of my cock and into your hand and you start to use my precum as lube to jerk me aiming me straight into your asshole. You pull me straight into your ass. It is so tight and my cock is so hard. I start to push, your hand getting smashed and you pull yourself from between your cheeks and my body and I thrust deep too fast and you cry out and I know you weren’t ready for that. I slow and pull way back, but you push into me as I’m getting away and shove me deep inside you and make the same whimper and I know this is what you want. I push against your thrust and you are crying with pleasure pain and I don’t ever want this to stop. I know the head of my cock is blowing up like a balloon at the deepest part of your ass and I can’t wait to explode, I’m putting all of my weight into you and the tempo is rising and right when I think I can’t wait another second you grab my hand and shove it between your legs and push my fingers roughly into your clit in tiny circles and I feel you squirting, and you are crying with pleasure and there is no stopping the rush of cum. As the first burst fires inside you I feel you clench and convulse around me . You squeeze so tight, I can’t thrust and the cum is held back and you tighten your rectum and squeeze your ass cheeks and pull me down and in you and I stop cumming and can’t move from the pressure. I want to thrust so bad, but I can’t move and you keep holding me until I am spasming, but not able to shoot in you. The convulsing is uncontrollable and I twitch until I fail. My whole body goes limp and you start to unclench and pull away and as I am slipping out of you, my cock still hard, I know that I am not finished and that I am about to climb inside your pussy and fuck you till we are both dehydrated and can’t move.
You role onto your back and I gently climb between your legs and I can feel the cum dripping out of the end of my dick as I slip my sticky prick in you and I feel your pussy filling up with every thrust. I don’t know if it is you or me, but I can’t stop. In, out, in, out in a steady solid rhythm, slow and deep. You have gone limp. Barley moving. Moaning with every inward thrust. Then your hands come up and grab my head.
“Lick me.” You said as you guided me down and I dropped into your crotch and slurped on your lips and nibbled your clit. I tasted you and me and was intoxicated by us and climbed back up your body and slipped back in you with ease. After only a few thrusts you were shoving me back down and I’m eating your pussy, but the tase of you has me so excited I start dripping and I have to be back inside you. I lunge back up your body and slip back into you and start cumming, but just don’t want to be done. Your back arches I thrust again and then get back to licking your pussy. My cum filling my mouth you pushing yourself into me. I’m dripping everywhere. I climb back on top of you and kiss your mouth while my penis empties inside your pussy and you suck cum off my lips. You run your fingers up and down my spine and I feel you waking up. Your tingling pussy isn’t going to let you sleep now. You shiver all over, smile, push me off of you and I fall onto my back like a wet towel. You climb on top and try to push me back inside you and make a pouty face as we realize that limp dick ain’t gonna do shit.
“You will be hard a as a rock and back inside me.” You said as you drift down to my soft dick and start to torture me post orgasm. You are humming with the pleasure of my taste, and I feel my cock start to grow again…