20 [FM] dealer fucked me so desperately

i play with him alot, hes probably the man i play wth the most often for many reasons. he cant stop cheating on his gf with me, she just doesnt compare to me at all, nothing about her is as good. not her body or how she does it in bed. I love that, it just makes me feel so sexy when men cant stop cheating with me. its pretty much a secret relationship at this point even though at first he was just playing wth me/ sometimes lending me to other guys while i got drugs from him without paying anything. I mean it still happens but it so doesnt seem like some “””deal””””. We do it at least once a week, usually more than that. he spoils me way more than he needs to

i was with him last night again and I got him even more horny than usually on accident. i was so high on speed and he was drinking, I was just laying on the bed in nothing but undies and a bra. the whole room just reeks like pussy when im like that. I knew we were supposed to fuck soon. i get so nice and giggly an horny when im on speed, even more than i usually am. we usually have some music playin on the background and i usually decide whats on it but for some reason i got a “good” idea about it for the first time last night

Journey to the land of the sex god – part 1 [FM] [Poem] [Poetry] [Erotica]

You thought you could get inebriated

only with either drugs or wine.

But the pleasures I’ve created,

will have you reach for the divine.

 

It feels like you’re lost in a dream,

the slow caresses of my hand on your skin.

In my realm where pleasures reign supreme,

your path to ecstasy still has to begin.

 

Let me use the power of my tongue,

emitting no sound, it’s tracing all over you.

Lost in the desert for so long,

thirsty, you finally found some dew.

 

And the little dewdrops soon become torrents,

and rivers and seas and oceans.

Navigating of the pleasure all its currents,

stirring strong and new emotions.

 

And the flood of pleasure has you gasping,

panting – your body’s almost dancing;

your hands tighten, clutching, grasping,

trying to hold on – while reality is vanishing.

 

And after the universe has vanished,

and you’re floating in the sea of pleasure;

you realise how far you’ve travelled,

to uncover this hidden treasure.

Alone For The Weekend [Incest] [F/d] [Non-Con]

*Gulp, gulp, gulp, and hold…*

My throat was burning from tonight’s hour-long session. Just like before, dad had waited till around midnight to sneak out of bed and enter my room. He brought the same long-sleeve shirt, tied it behind my back, before dragging me inside my closet just as before. It had been a few weeks now since this became a regular thing, sometimes he’d spend an hour, sometimes longer. It’s hard to accept how all those looks, awkwardly long hugs and inappropriate gropes were all leading up to such barefaced abuse. He was constantly pushing boundaries, and mom and I both just sort of allowed it. Whether I was to blame, or mom, or dad, who even knows at this point. Judging by the way he used me, it’s safe to assume he’d been wanting to do this for quite some time.

*Gulp, gulp, gulp, and hold again…*

As he wraps his hands around my hair and pulls me off, I plead for a break for as long as I can, and the stinging in my throat resurfaces from the touch of cold air. He grabs a shirt from the floor and wipes my face away. I can feel him fixing my hair again up to form a bun, and I’m left sobbing at the thought that he’s not nearly as done as I hoped he would be.

Dan and the Cultists [Fallout] [EU] [Sci-fi][Voyeurism] [Handjob] [Inflation] [Stretching] [Excess Cum]

**Author note: Oof didn’t mean to take this long.**

Tom sat at the bar, head down, drink in his hand. He was asleep. The sun shone through the widows, and townspeople shifted around him. Most assumed he was a drunk, or a drifter from his dirty clothes and sullied boots. No use bothering one of those. Plenty of drunks wandered out into the wasteland never to be seen again. Tom had taken one sip of ‘whiskey’ before falling asleep.

Someone kicked his stool, waking him with a start. He was exhausted, both from running for his life last night and dodging raider crews in the dark with a half-naked Alli. Tom looked around to see a big meathead of a man staring down at him. He must have been twice as wide as Tom, bulging with muscles and wearing a wide brimmed brown hat. Nice hat.

“What do you want?” Tom grumbled, still groggy from his short nap.

“Don’t need some drunk in my seat.” Meathead grunted.

“Your seat?”

“Mine.”

“Oh yeah, well where’s your name on it?” Tom sneered. Meathead ushered him to sit up, which he obliged only to find a crude name carved in with a knife: TIM.

Her first time [MF, oral, nc, prost]

The first time she had done it, was for some beer. It wasn’t that she was a prude, but the opportunity had never really come up for her to have sex. But when her parents left town for the weekend, she had decided to throw her first, and ultimately only, party. She had let people know about it, invited a lot of people she barely knew. She was new to this high school and she wanted to make friends. What better way than a no parents party? She had spent almost all the money she had saved up for food and snacks, put up all the valuable shit, but she was still lacking alcohol. She tried a few stores with her fake id, but they were honest employees and ran her off. With the party coming up the next day, she’d been desperate.

So, going to one of the few stores within walking distance, she’d asked a couple men and women to buy her some. She was a bit nervous as they already lived right in a sketchy part of town, but even then, people were rejecting her. Frustrated, she almost left when a man whistled at her from the corner of the store near the dumpster.

[M]y [F]irst sexual experience [MF]

**Disclaimer:** To anyone who is looking for a quick dirty story. Look elsewhere, this is a long story that is not nearly as raunchy as the majority of stories on this subreddit. I will attempt to provide a little background in my life so that you can understand why this moment was so important. I will mark where the “good”/sexual stuff starts but I believe the “good” stuff becomes “great” stuff with a little understanding of the characters. Also, I used to be a good writer but I have been out of practice since college, so this may be a little rough. Final note, I am a Male and this is written in my point of view. Now that that is out of the way let’s get started.

The story takes place like 10 years ago during summer after my graduation from High School.

*** BACKGROUNG ***

My friends big dick [Group]

Hi everyone. I’m currently 28 years old [a guy], and I’m married with 3 kids. This isn’t really about me as much as it is my friend so I won’t really go much into detail about myself except that very average except for in the dick department. This is probably the part where you think “of course he has an above average dick”. Nope, kinda the opposite sadly.

I’m going to be making names up as I go along, but I’m thinking of going with colors, I hope you don’t mind. Obviously I’m not going to give real names. Lets call me Yellow, my friend Red, and my wife Blonde. Yes my wife is part of this, and yes it is for the reason you are probably guessing, but like I mentioned earlier, this is about him not me. So I’ll go through what I know about him in chronological order, which starts as second hand knowledge.

Sticking [M]Y Dick in Crazy A[F] was Totally Worth it (Long)

**This is a really long one. The good shit starts at the asterisks**

Please forgive the typos, I’m super turned on rn.

Alright, here it goes. My plunge into the other side of the post.

I’m a long-time lurker here and avid consumer of steamy narratives. Honestly for most of my life too. Even as a horny, hormonal chimpanzee of a teenage boy, I preferred poetic fuck-tales to pornos. Don’t get me wrong. There’s a handful of video’s floating on a layer of internet scum, that when I come across I turn into a got-damn werewolf. 

But seriously, there’s nothing like firing up the imagination station with some well-written stimulus to transport my mind, heart, soul, and dick into an alternate dimension where I am super good at sex and everything feels really good. Ya know, rather than this one where I’m kind of ok at things and its bit of a wash between what feels awesome and what is scary as hell. I think it was Aristotle who said, “No one knows how to noodle your noodle, quite like your noodle.” The circle of life is a beautiful thing. 

[M]y [F]irst love was a stripper

This story is from my early 20s, so it’s not recent, but it is something I wanted to share the story of. This is about my ex-girlfriend Cindy, or we can call her by her stripper name, Cinnamon. Cindy and I were high school sweet hearts. We met when we were 16 and had a mostly normal teenage relationship, except that we grew up Hollywood adjacent and were into the club scene a bit. We had a good time exploring sex and new desires together. She always had that stripper’s body, and would give clumsy, but well intentioned lap dances as she treated 18 year old me to a special occasion.

But then it all came crashing down. We had our problems, I didn’t know how to really treat a woman yet and she was a bit of a wild child I couldn’t fully tame. She had been acting weird, being hard to get a hold of and I confronted her. Some club promoter she met in Hollywood had seen her dancing in a club and offered her a chance to move to Vegas and work at his club. Yes…a strip club. But he supposedly had a lot of connections in the dance industry and he was going to make her a star. It was something out of a bad 80s movie and she was falling for it hook, line, and sinker. The more I tried to convince her he was a sleaze, the more I seemed like a jealous immature thing she needed to get away from. And one day…she was gone.

Office Fun – Chapter 1 – [M/F, Teen, Sex at Work, Boss’ Sister, BBC]

Things were going along pretty normally one evening. Alan, a security guard for Id Shipping and Receiving was going through yet another long shift of keeping watch on the grounds. The area under his watch was pretty large. Essentially, he was there to watch out for a football field sized region that was connected with warehouses that managed Id’s import and export needs.

His station guarded the only entrance, an electric gate that could only be opened from the security shack that he operated. Now if Alan was there during the week, the situation would have been very different. On weekdays, drivers with their trucks laden with cargo and warehouse employees would be coming and going constantly. The level of activity kept him busy and there was never enough time to get bored. The weekends at the facility of Id Shipping and Receiving were completely different. Now, on Saturday night, the place was completely shut down, with the only lights on being inside of his guard shack and some illumination for a port-a-john set up nearby.

In this simple setting, Alan was basically free to do whatever he wanted to do for eight hours…