[C] A Sex Litrpg: Level 1 [M 20] [F40] [Litrpg] [Cunnilingus]

[Features: Sex, litrpg, cunnilingus]

Life was, heavy sometimes. Perhaps not all misery was made equal though but hell, what did I know? All I knew was that I was broke. That wasn’t the real issue I was having though. My name is Marcus Phoenix and my life just wasn’t really going anywhere. Somewhere along the way I had just, lost all motivation and all desires. It started easily enough, about the same as anyone else I guess.

I started working. No one really wants to but we all do it. But then you end up in a dead end job. No career, no long term goals, no, no anything. You just whittle your time away. You spend your money on some stuff, sure, but it’s all just kinda a pointless road down to the void ain’t it? So I started drinking at first but it never really agreed to me, not like when I really started drinking anyway. The first time I woke up with a splitting migraine that even god would need an aspirin for, I knew that this wasn’t it.

[MF] She decided I was going to make her cum, but only on her terms.

This happened about twenty years ago but still burns bright in my memory after all this time. Sorry, I know it’s long but I wanted to set the scene properly.

It started, as with many things in those days with me trying to score some weed. My dealer, G was an alternative gay girl who was far too cool for her own good and a terrible convertor of straight girls. We taken a lot of drugs together and as a result were bloody good mates. As ever G had company when I arrived. No surprise, her house always had loads of random people lying around getting stoned. 

This is where I first saw Amy. I noticed her straight away the moment I walked in. Not just because she was stunning, she was, but more her aloof attitude. Sitting there on the sofa staring at the wall. When I said hello to her she completely blanked me. I mean fuck you too bitch. But there was something about her, something sultry, smouldering even. That said, I lacked any form of confidence back then so her being so fucking rude wasn’t very nice tbh.

Bad boys, motorcycles, and otherworldly sex [26F]

I have a friend who drives a motorcycle, and we’ve slept together once before. We’ll call him Daryl. So on Friday I texted him, “Can I RSVP you for some time on Monday? I wanna ride with you and then I wanna ride you”

-yesterday Daryl and I rode around town on his bike, then we shared a pizza at a local pizza place and had a couple beers

-At some point I teased him about not lasting very long during sex, and he said “you’re the only one I have that problem with. Last night I fucked a woman for 2 hours. You just really turn me on”

-then we went to another restaurant and I had a margarita while he had a burger & beer

-he mentioned wanting to go to a store to buy some legal drugs. I proceeded to tease him AGAIN and say “do you think those will make you last longer?”

-he was like “Is that all you took away from that?”

-I said “no of course not! I remember how sweet you were, and how special you made me feel, holding me close, and I remember the wonderful noises you made..”

Published
Categorized as Erotica Tagged

[MF] halloween taught me (26M) a valuable lesson! Always sexy maids (24F) over drugs!

A few halloweens ago. I started hanging out with this super cute girl. We had known each other for a while but she was definitely pointing me more in the direction of friendzone. So I invited her to see a movie. Maybe sneak some booze in the theatre. Something we’ve done a few times in high school. Things have changed a lot since then. We don’t really drink much anymore. She got into heroine and I got into crack. So our addictive lifestyles don’t really match up well.

Anyway…. I get to her place. And she’s waring this super slutty Maid costume. Fishnets and super short skirt. I’m waiting for her to get her makeup done and then we’ll head to see a movie. But in the middle of her doing that, her roommate who sells her dope busts in and accuses her of stealing his dope while he was passed out. He says she ain’t leaving anywhere until they find that dope…. So movie night is off. So I say fuck it plan B. I’ll go grab a bottle n we’ll just drink Here in this drug den haha. A few drinks in and I’m grabbing handfuls of that fat ass. She starts straddling me and I lean in to initiate a kiss. She started kissing me back. And then my phone fucking rings and it’s my dealer outside. So I get up and tell her don’t worry. Take it slow n we’ll get there haha.

An addicting study, Ch. 2 [Futa] [Mind-break] [Creampie] [Lots of cum]

Read [Ch. 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/yesera/an_addicting_study_ch_1_medical_drugs_futa/) first

# Chapter 2

The day after the test, Jolie didn’t go to school. By the time she had woken up in the morning, it had been too late anyway. Besides, her pussy had been so wet and aroused that a small stain had already formed on the sheet.

All day Jolie had tried to distract herself. She had masturbated, gone shopping, showered, then cooked lunch… And while cooking, masturbated again. Now it was evening, she had cleaned up, done it to herself a third time, and she still didn’t feel satisfied.

It was like that ache some felt towards cigarettes. She just *needed* more. It wasn’t even a question whether she would go again or not, the question was solemnly, how. Grinding on her pillow? A quickie with her vibrator? A long session with her favorite rubber cocks? Somehow, all of that didn’t feel like it would still that urge. That burning needing to be tended to, because it would occupy her mind until then. Like hunger, coming from her lower hole.

Then she thought of the card Dr. Maxence had given her.

Published
Categorized as Erotica Tagged

An addicting study, Ch. 1 [Medical] [Drugs] [Futa] [Mind-break]

# Chapter 1

*The medical study involves experiments which directly affect the body of the person concerned. The undersigned declares that she freely relinquishes her right to bodily integrity regarding the persons carrying out the experiments. She also gives up her right to file a lawsuit.*

“Understood,” Jolie nodded and signed.

The young secretary sitting across from her took the signed stack of sheets.

Surrender right to bodily integrity… A while ago, Jolie would have thought that she would never put her signature under such a terrible proposal. But everything had a price, and hers was 600,000 euros. And not only hers, all of Jolie’s friends had applied… Except for Lena, who came from a rich family and had been skeptical from the beginning. But she would surely regret her position quickly when Jolie would invite her for the first time to her own apartment… In front of which stood her own car… Fully paid, without credit or leasing! With the rest of the money, she could fly to Mallorca-

“Follow me, Mrs. Fleur,” she was suddenly asked by a mature lady with a white coat and long black hair. *Dr. Maxence*, it said on her name tag.

Published
Categorized as Erotica Tagged

I [33M] discover my GF[27F] can top me really well [MF]

This is a true story, the first part of a weekend-long fuck-bender that came out of me and my partner’s trip to the desert. Drugs, pegging, subspace, monster cocks…enjoy!

=========================

So, some background on me. Im bisexual, and very masc-presenting. Im athletic, broad-shouldered, hairy, and hung. The reason I mention this is not for weird macho bragging rights, but because I read very dominant when in actuality, Im very switchy. I relish giving up control, but have a hard time finding people who both find those aspects of me hot, are trustworthy enough to explore that space with me, and are willing to indulge it. I enjoy topping/domming through, so *not* exploring it has never felt like I was missing out.

An additional aspect of my experience is how substances influence how I fall on that spectrum. Specifically, molly makes me *melt* into a submissive puddle and burn with a need to get fucked. It’s something Ive wanted to play with for awhile but have lacked a partner Ive trusted to take the reins. I’ve bottomed before but…the experience was sufficient for me to more-or-less swear off pursuing men as a whole.

When he finally tied me up [FM]

*This one gets rough. Read at your own risk and understand that we were two very experienced and consenting adults who had discussed boundaries many times.*

The roughest partner I ever had in bed ironically wasn’t really into bondage or restraints. He got off on me enthusiastically doing exactly what he said, and thought ropes “ruined the willingness.”

I got pretty good at doing what he said though. If he told me to bend over a table, he didn’t have to tie me up to make me behave. I’d do exactly what he said without hesitation.

He loved spanking, but he didn’t like whips or paddles either. He liked flesh on flesh and… well… played with his food before he ate it. He never just spanked me. He’d fondle me for minutes at a time and sometimes made me beg to be punished.

He was actually VERY into making me beg for pain. He figured out quickly that I was into it and loved how I would not only ask for it, but grew desperate when I didn’t get it. He REALLY loved making me desperate.

Revenge Fuck (Former Employees Wife) [MF]

A few years ago when when was working locally, I had an employee who was in his younger 20s and I’d always have to pick him up. He was married to an attractive thick blonde who gave me fuck me eyes every time I occasionally seen her. Over time he would miss work and when he was at work he was spaced out. His days were numbered and he knew it so he ended up quitting a week later. But fucked up thing was he knew that I didn’t like to wear my wallet in my pocket, I always put it in the glove box.

About two weeks go by and I had a new guy helping me, we were about to go to lunch and my new guy was already outside as I was walking out. He had a confused look on his face. I go what’s up man, He says I think I just seen someone in your truck! I walked out and all I seen was a black minivan pulling out the parking lot. I ran over to my truck and looked for my wallet… i reached for it opened it and I had 60 bucks in cash and it was gone. I turned around to the new guy and asked did you see what he looked like? He described what sounded like my old helper…. After texting him I know it was him and to return my money. No reply. I didn’t really want to call police over 60 bucks so I figured what goes around comes around.