The s[m]allest taste of [f]ame

Back in my early 20’s I was the most minor bit of celebrity. I cannot stress enough how minor. We’re talking starring in some moderately popular YouTube videos with more local flavor than general appeal. Besides getting a couple recognitions on the street, I never gave it much thought. Then one day I get a Facebook message.

I don’t know the woman, but I know of her. She was a friend of a friend, and we were technically Facebook friends. I added her a short time before for some reason. That reason may or may not have been influenced by how ridiculously hot she was. Long hair changing colors in the extreme from pic to pic. Thin framed glasses over a pair of bright blue eyes within a pale smooth face. If you looked up “bookish” in a pictionary, you’d see her there. And that was just chin up. Just below the neck was the kind of chest that you’d notice even if you were driving by. Massive cleavage shown through everything she wore.

[M]y girl[f]riend was a horny bridesmaid and checked something off my sexual bucket list.

A colleague of mine recently attended a wedding in Vegas, which made me think of the time I was a wedding guest there.

Toward the end of my senior year of college, I started dating Anna. By the following summer, we’d been together for a bit over a year when we were invited to the wedding of one of Anna’s good friends (Sarah) from college. Anna was a bridesmaid and while I was not one of the groomsmen, I was in the inner circle of friends and thus invited to all of the fun activities.

The wedding was in Vegas, at one of the nicer hotels on the Strip. So having a group of early-20s adults in Vegas for a wedding meant a weekend of drinking, partying, and sex.

The night before the wedding, after the rehersal dinner the girls and the guys split up to keep the bride and groom company apart from each other. Not quite full-blown bachelor / bachelorette parties, but close.

For the women, this was a reunion of sorts because some of their close group of friends had moved away after college and this was the first time everyone was back together. The girls decided to all change into their pajamas and do girl talk in the bridal suite with a bunch of champagne and other alcohol.

Taking his virginity (after a lot of fantasizing) [MF]

I’m a very long-winded writer, so if you just want to skip until the actual sex head for the *******

Before Blake, I’d had sex with three guys. All had been nice, but rather underwhelming. Blake was different from the beginning. I couldn’t stop fantasizing about him. We met through online gaming–he was a friend of a friend. Although he lived in another country, we quickly became quite close, messaging daily and eventually voice calling once or twice a week, to watch shows together, game, or just talk. Despite being extremely different people–he was very artsy, and I was a hardcore science student–we had a lot of common ground when it came to shows, interests, and even deeper beliefs about life.

Things were very platonic for a long while–we’d have slightly flirty inside jokes, but nothing obvious or intense. I happened to know that he was a virgin, probably hadn’t even had his first kiss yet. But his voice got under my skin and turned me on like nothing else. We’d often stay up so late I’d be lying in bed with all my lights off and headphones in, just listening to the sound of his voice. It was just the right combination of rough and deep that had my mind running as to what it might sound like whispering some nasty things in my ear.

Tea Service (Part 1/3)

[Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/852u66/tea_service_part_23_or_little_brat_gets_punished/?st=JEV78P35&sh=928faf9b)

My phone finally lights up with a text from him. It says, “Bring me some tea bunny, please.” *Sigh* I go to the kitchen and heat the water. I collect the box of tea and pour the boiled water in a mug when the kettle whistles. Carefully, I balance the steaming cup atop the tea box and bring them into his office.

He puts his finger to his lips as I approach and motions to his monitor. He’s on a video call. I like that. It gives me wicked ideas. I like it when he can’t say no.

I place the box down on the desk and open it. I take out his favorite tea and waggle the teabag at him, *This one?* He nods yes without even looking away from the screen. I point at the teabag again, just to confirm *You’re sure? This one?* He waves his hands in exasperation, outside of the view of the monitor, while continuing to talk to whoever is on the other side, some man, about work stuff. “Yes, I know, but if we sent 500 to Darby I expect we’ll never see it again.”

Our first [F]ourso[M]e [FF] [MFMF] [MFM]

Last Friday night was absolutely surreal! As I had mentioned in my previous stories my girlfriend and I had watched each others sex tapes.The sex has been incredible and it really opened us up to each others pasts and sexual desires. It’s never been something we wouldn’t shy away from but never really spoke in detail. We have shared so much about each other that it’s really amplified our sex life. It’s almost like a high when we go out and our conversations are if we would fuck the bartenders or couple having dinner next to us. We are so confidence we have started to openly flirt together as a couple with others. I put most of the success on our flirting success with my girlfriend. My girlfriend has a very inviting smile that wins just about anyone over.

A five-minute stop in a nowhere-town [straight, strangers, oral, anal, public, cheating]

The dashboard clock said 12:13 before the backlight burned out, and the trip odometer was just passing 500. The company wouldn’t pay for a flight back home, so Tanner was stuck in a cheap rental as he tried to get home to his wife and her sister, who was in labor two weeks early.

His eyelids were getting heavy, and he saw an exit sign for the first time in a half hour. He knew he shouldn’t stop, but it would just be five minutes to grab a snack and a drink before he finished the last hour of the drive. Besides, this town was in the middle of nowhere, what could happen?

He took the exit and followed the sign toward the town. It was a few miles of sleepy driving on unlit roads before he got to the nearly deserted one-light town. On his right was a convenience store. He pulled into the parking lot, and saw a few girls hanging out along the side. They gave him a playful look, and yet seemed incredibly unfriendly. Tanner ignored them and walked inside, and grabbed a bag of chips and an energy shot while the exquisitely bored teenage cashier watched him. It looked like no one else had been in all night.

The Cum Before the Storm [MF][Fantasy][Blowjob]

Cevisa was alone in a cold, dark room. Midnight hair tickled her back to spite the gloom. She had long since given up shivering, naked though she was. It was an unwelcoming waiting room, but the light of hope kept her spirits high.

The stone below burned against her knees. Above, applause and stampedes alternated with increasing intensity. More people were filing in and more people were cheering as the day drew to a close. For the final contenders, the crowd would be deafening. For him, they might start a riot.

But until he arrived, Cevisa was alone in the spartan cell. She would endure anything until then, but she conceded that the floor was harsh on her knees, her posture was uncomfortable for every other bone in her body, and the frequent breezes, well, she could do entirely without those.

Still, she knelt with her head bowed, huddling inward as much as she could while still maintaining the proper form. She should be on her knees, ready for her sacred duty when he arrived. To be overly excited or to show weakness to the weather would be unbecoming. Any small error on her part could jeopardize his performance.

The Cum Before the Storm [MF][Fantasy][Blowjob]

Cevisa was alone in a cold, dark room. Midnight hair tickled her back to spite the gloom. She had long since given up shivering, naked though she was. It was an unwelcoming waiting room, but the light of hope kept her spirits high.

The stone below burned against her knees. Above, applause and stampedes alternated with increasing intensity. More people were filing in and more people were cheering as the day drew to a close. For the final contenders, the crowd would be deafening. For him, they might start a riot.

But until he arrived, Cevisa was alone in the spartan cell. She would endure anything until then, but she conceded that the floor was harsh on her knees, her posture was uncomfortable for every other bone in her body, and the frequent breezes, well, she could do entirely without those.

Still, she knelt with her head bowed, huddling inward as much as she could while still maintaining the proper form. She should be on her knees, ready for her sacred duty when he arrived. To be overly excited or to show weakness to the weather would be unbecoming. Any small error on her part could jeopardize his performance.

How I helped Katie get her groove back [MF]

In my younger years, I used to keep more of my dirty writings and photography online, and kept up with social media more, as well. One of the eventual perks of this was having a group of “mutually appreciative artists” where the relationship was definitely more than a friendship. Now that I don’t live in the Valley any more (or the State of California, for that matter) I’ve focused my photography elsewhere, but one of my regular friends was someone who posted a lot of her own erotic pictures named Katie. She’s an Englishwoman who had really made the most of her workout regime, and kept her middle-aged body in just stunning form, and made a point of using it as the most frequent subject of her photography. We would trade a lot of comments back and forth on how what techniques we were using and how to improve our shots, but you couldn’t deny her fine taste. While we did certainly flirt now and then (given everything else we did, it would have been more surprising had we not!) it never got very serious, or into any sort of role play.