Tag: BJ

I [M] give memorable hand jobs

Quarantine has me remembering some past exploits, and I felt like sharing one fun memory…

Years ago (probably 6 or 7), my girlfriend at the time and I would occasionally play with other people. There was an older couple we met up with (we were early 30’s and they were probably mid 40’s). We had a lovely evening and ended up back at their place naked and making out. We ended up rolling around for a while and being generally playful. Didn’t quite progress to sex, but managed to hit most of the other bases: trading massages, swapping oral, etc. There was a memorable moment where I gave the other guy a blowjob/hand job that had the two women enthusiastically cheering me on, and when the guy came he was writhing and moaning like crazy.

We only ended up seeing the couple the one time. Flash forward several years: I had moved to a different neighborhood in the same city, and I would sometimes see the woman out and about. Never in a situation where I could say hi (usually she would be across the street, or with other people). Until one day, when I ended up waiting in line at a deli counter and realized the woman in front of me was the woman! She looked at me and seemed to maybe have the faintest of “do I know you from somewhere?” looks. I awkwardly said hi and mentioned that my ex-girlfriend and I had gone on a date with her and her husband. Read more »

The Affair [FM] [cheating] [public sex] [blowjob] | part 1

Throbbing. That’s how I’d describe myself. Constantly aching and needy. Partly because I have an insatiable libido, and partly because my husband thinks sex is “messy”, so we rarely have it. I tell myself that makes it okay that I flirt with men online. I tell myself that having other men describe how they’d fuck me, and cumming to the words, is okay because I have needs. And it was enough for a long time. But then I met Lucas.

We discovered by chance that we lived in the same neighborhood. We shared a love for hockey. And we both were insanely attracted to each other. I told myself we wouldn’t meet, we’d just enjoy the sexual tension online. Two days later he had convinced me otherwise.

He played recreational hockey with games ending around midnight some nights. He told me he’d park outside my place and I agreed to take a walk with him. Walks are innocent enough, at least it’s what I told myself.

On the phone before he arrived Lucas told me, “I’m going to kiss you, you know that right?”

I giggled nervously. Read more »

The Sex Talk Chapters 4 and 5 [MF] [inc] [cheat]

*I’ve written this story through chapter 8. All chapters are available on my website. You can find the link in my Reddit profile if you’re interested. If you prefer to wait, I’ll post about a chapter a month here. All characters in sexual situations are 18 or older. Thanks for reading!*

*Previous Chapters:*

[Chapters 1 and 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/f1sso4/the_sex_talk_chapters_1_and_2_mf_inc_cheat/)

[Chapter 3](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/f1su4x/the_sex_talk_chapter_3_mf_inc_cheat/)

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“You’re getting so good at that, Mom.” David cupped the back of his mother’s head with his hand as she gurgled on his cock. In the background, the woman in the porn video cried out a powerful orgasm.

“Mmmmpppphhhhhhh.” Naomi bobbed her head, the long penis pushing down her throat. It hadn’t been long ago that she hadn’t even known that women did this for men. Now, over the past week, she had become accomplished at deepthroating her son. What was he turning her into?

“I’m getting close. Remember … what I taught you.” He pushed on her brown hair with some urgency. “When … ugh … you feel it … coming out … pull back so just the head … is in your mouth. You … can … swallow … that way.” David was so pleased with how her sex education was coming along. “Ready?” Read more »

[anal] A Wholesome Hookup

It was already late. The alcohol in my blood slowly lost its effect. Not the best night-out I´ve ever had, partly because somewhere along the way I lost all my friends I came with, but the main reason was my habit of spending my cab money on drinks. This time though nobody could borrow me some since I there was nobody I knew.

I got my jacket and left the club. Luckily it was fairly warm that night, so even though it sucked walking two hours home I would survive. Still I decided to at least ask the cab company on my phone how much a drive home would cost. Too much. Maybe two blocks away? No way, still too much.

“Hey! You okay?” A brunette woman with short, styled hair stood next to me and smiled. “Where do you live? Maybe we can share?”, she asked me. I stared at her in a rather rude way. “Sorry I didn´t mean to eavesdrop on you. I just…” “No, no, no”, I interrupted her, “it just wasn´t my night to be honest. Not your fault.” Read more »

Visiting the beach and the theater

Be glad when this Covid shit is over so we can head out and do something like this again. An oldie experience of mine but a beloved one

My love, my Master, has been so good to me. If you’ve read my shit I’ve posted here and on /r/rapekink, this has been an extremely difficult year for me and I haven’t always handled it the best. I recently messed up bad, prompting some visits I’d rather not have made but clearly needed to. After all the hustle and mess and drama of the past two weeks (all self inflicted, at least directly), my wonderful man who I don’t deserve took me to Myrtle Beach. We were only there a few days, arrived Friday night and left Monday afternoon right after lunch. But it was nice to get away, and just be with him. At least that was the original intention. Read more »

[28F] I fucked a stranger in a shared room, while my friend did the same in the bed beside me. [FM]

Aged nineteen I went on a – to not mince words about it – drunken fuck-fest of a holiday to Ayia Napa with some university friends. This is technically a continuation of [this](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/gmqqv4/i_28f_participated_in_a_blowjob_race_while_on/) post, but can be read in isolation and without the need for earlier context.

NIGHT THREE.

By the third day we’d all just about acclimatised to the new day/night cycle. A few of us were managing to wake early enough in the mid-afternoon to actually see the sun, but the near constant hangover-haze prevented us from doing anything more exciting than sitting and hopping to find ourselves catching a lovely bronze glow, rather than the pasty-to-near-pale-blue of our natural skin tone. (Well, mine. One of my friends looked near permanently radiant. Bitch.)

We’d agreed to have a somewhat quieter third evening. There’d still be plenty of drinking, dancing and potential for some debauchery, but it was to be much more low-key than our previous night, in that we weren’t going to spend hours killing karaoke, nor were we intending to find ourselves in a decidedly seedy bar failing to win any dubious ‘competitions’. Read more »

Pro Boner [Fiction] [MF] [Oral]

This is a short story I wrote a couple months back that is an adaptation of a Super Deepthroat dialogue of mine that I also wrote. I do hope you’ll all enjoy reading this one (written from a female POV):

First, there’s the knock at my door that almost makes me fall from my chair, and then there’s that same monotonous tone from my secretary.

“Mrs. Blair, your client is ready. Shall I let him into your office now?” she asks from behind my closed door. *Ugh, great. Naptime just has to be over, doesn’t it?* I think to myself in my sleep-deprived stupor. An hour ago, I was doing research for around six different cases before dozing off.

“Uh, give me a moment, Linda. I just need to clear some things up first,” I drowsily reply, almost slurring. After a couple more seconds of shut-eye, I finally force myself to get up. I’m really going to miss laying my head on my cool desk. Read more »

Girl On A Train [MF]

I used to take the train to the city all the time. I can’t remember why I was on it at this point but that’s kinda how all great stories start. Just luck mixed with fate

She was there 5’1” wearing her work attire but I knew there was more underneath. She was singing on the train to herself. She had a lovely voice, so I went up to her and told her. She giggled & thanked me. We talked & before I left I took her number, completely missing my stop, but not caring. Somethings are worth more. We texted each other & learned we had so much in common. Both went through a terrible break up. Not really looking for anything except companionship. Our shared love of all the arts music & photography. I invited her out a few times and then once to my place. I just wanted to hangout and maybe kiss. She told me later that when she walked up the stairs, she already knew she was gonna fuck me. Read more »

[MF] Massaged sometime FWB’s tits under the table – led to a great blowjob

This may seem pretty pedestrian but at least it’s 100% true. First a bit of background. The first few years of of college I had kind of a weird FWB relationship with one particular girl. To be frank, both the friend and benefits part were kind of inconsistent. We met early freshman year and became friendly. She was ok, a decent person, but at the same time kind of annoying, immature and a bit self-centered. I was an average looking, mostly unsuccessful- with-women horny fuck. She was kind of cute, thin, quite short with long curly hair, fairly small but perky tits that I swear she would walk a certain way to push them out to get more attention. She “dated” a lot, I don’t think she was having one night stands but every few weeks or so she was dating a new guy she was crazy about, then they usually dumped her or she dumped them and then quickly onto the next guy. In between dudes I’d occasionally hook up with her. We never slept together and there wasn’t a hint of romantic feelings between us. What made it frustrating as a FWB thing is she held the control and I never knew what benefit I would get. Sometimes I’d visit her or see her out and she’d refuse me outright, other times we’d start to fool around and I’d wind up with blue balls, and there were some handjobs and blowjobs as well if she felt giving that time. Was I thrilled with this arrangement? No. Was I a loser and happy to get whatever I could? Most of the time yes. Sometimes she got on my nerves and I avoided seeing her, depending on my mood. Occasionally I had a better option. I think on average we hooked up a few times a month maybe over those 2 years. Read more »