Tag: Drugs

The Work Trip Predicament [M/F] – Part 3

Part 1 [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/g03wpw/the_work_trip_predicament_mf/) – Part 2 [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/gg2uii/the_work_trip_predicament_mf_part_2/)

They hurried downstairs with their bags, Alina hadn’t had much time to sort herself out, so quickly rummaged through her bag in the elevator down, trying to find some tights as none had been provided. Whilst she had certainly worn some the other day, she couldn’t find them now in her bag. Most of her belongings were there, including her laptop, work papers and toiletries, but her underwear, tights and more conservative clothes were missing. The sick bastards didn’t want her changing. She felt uncomfortable baring her legs, usually dressing more conservatively at work. She shoved everything back in her bag, and blushed as she stepped into the blue high heels.

Looking in the elevator mirror, she barely recognised herself, but she really did look excellent. The sheer dark fabric suited her and was undoubtedly expensive, potentially designer. Despite rushing out of bed, her hair wasn’t too wild, and with a dash of lipstick she would look really quite professional. Mike on the other hand looked a little disheveled and seemed to have noticed. Whilst she had been rummaging around, he had been tucking in his shirt and tidying his hair. He was also wearing a new suit, it was a pale grey-blue and it really suited him, a flattering cut that sat well on his square shoulders. It was perhaps the best dressed she had ever seen him, and her heart fluttered a little as he buttoned his shirt cuff and smoothed his suit jacket over his torso. Read more »

See Yourself In All Your Splendor

As she lay in bed and pleasured herself, she began to long for something more while not truly knowing what that something more was. She’d been plenty satisfied time and time again by her hands, her toys, and yes, her lovers, but what did satisfaction mean anymore? Simply having an orgasm and then going on with life as if each and every one shouldn’t be more amazingly life changing than the one before? This wasn’t a way to live anymore. But….how could she make things better when she didn’t even know how to fix it? How do you satiate a yearning you don’t even know how to indulge?

To distract herself, she began speaking to a new mysterious man, believing that it would be a short lived affair. Especially since they met on a low key social media site. He kept nearly everything vague enough to intrigue her further and against her better judgment she began craving him more, especially as he firmly believed in not meeting anytime soon. She slowly slipped into fantasizing and dreaming about him. Every meeting in her sleep she knew it was him even as he remained faceless, just as he required in their real lives. Something about how her body yielded to him, how her skin reacted to his grazing touch in her dreams helped her find comfort in his secrecy while there with him. She easily convinced herself he felt “right.” Read more »

[FF]riend-sitting

Early Winter 2019.

She’s been texting with this man who broke her heart and he just plays games with her, draws her close then breaks her heart again. It’s awful to watch. But she’s a big girl making her own decisions.

Last night she was supposed to spend the night with him, but he cancelled and then texted her repeatedly about how bored he was. What a guy, eh? She texts me and asks if I could come over and distract her so she doesn’t text him all night. Friend-sit, she called it.

So, me and my drugs and a board game walk over to her place around 7:30pm.

I let myself in.

The room is dimly lit. A bed up is made in the middle of the sitting room. My glasses are fogged. I can’t see properly but I can tell she looks hot, and tell her so. She’s wearing a black silk nightie and black high heels. Light make-up, hair done up. So alluring. She’s half into a giant bottle of wine…I’m wary of her vulnerability and a little concerned about alcohol and consent. So, I sit. We share some weed-infused maple hot chocolate and a joint. She tells me about the playlist of break-up songs that’s playing. We talk. We play Love Letter. I make her practically crawl into my lap when she gets to see my cards, and she loves it. Her hand slips into mine, or down my thigh. Her eye are smoldering. Read more »

[M]y first time encountering large labia (long)

Dirty bits after the ~~~~

When I was 19, I worked at a diner style restaurant as a busser. The wait staff split tips with us, so the money was decent, and everyone, front and back of house, hung out in our off hours. All of the typical restaurant worker shenanigans were in place: broken Spanish? Yep. Drugs and alcohol? Uh huh. Waiters swearing at the cooks and cooks treating waiters like dickheads? Peppering most sentences with four letter words? Fuck yeah. A little grabass here and there? You know it.

Like Bourdain says, it’s like working on a pirate ship. Good fun for those with a strong stomach and an appetite for mischief.

One of the young women working there, Genevieve, was pretty–curly brown hair, big brown eyes, generous lips, big white teeth, and smart in a very odd way. Around my age. She could recite every one of the Constitutional Amendments word for word, but she usually didn’t get jokes. At parties, she went hard, but she was always pretty quiet. She just didn’t know human nature very well, I guess. Read more »

Mother’s Day Foursome [Group]

This one takes place on Mother’s Day a few years back. I’d been dating Lizzie for about 6 months and as summer rolled around we’d developed a bit of a habit. Along with Kat and Karlie, our ridiculously attractive lesbian friends, we’d procure a bit of M and go to the gay club every Sunday to see the drag show and dance until the wee hours. Lizzie and Kat and I all worked at the same bar so Sunday was pretty much the beginning of our weekend and Karlie worked a day job but was a fuckin trooper – one of those people who have the ability to just completely be in the moment and ignore future consequences. Read more »

Seducing my ex’s mom

DISCLAIMER: THIS IS A TRUE STORY. NOT ALWAYS PROUD OF WHAT I HAVE DONE. IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE KEEP SCROLLING.

Before I was married I dated a girl named Candace. It was a good relationship we were real close even talked about marriage, yet over one summer that all changed.

My girlfriend and I were at the time 18 years old. And had been together since high school. We were in college now. I was at a nearby University while she was at the community college. Life was great. Parties, drugs, a little bit of school, and plenty of fucking. We even had a full swap one night but that’s a story for another time. But the reason I’m here telling you this experience is it’s not about Candace it’s about her mom Jamie. Read more »

We [MF] hosted poker night and I got fucked by 7 men!

Easily my best night ever – this happened about 1.5 years ago

So, this has long been a fantasy of mine and my Daddy/Master decided to “gift” me it before my fall semester at my new college starts up. Enjoy because I sure did, soreness aside!

I stepped out of the shower, wrapping my hair in a towel after I dried myself off. My heart jackhammered away and to say I was anxious would be an understatement. I lotioned my body, having shaved in the shower. I wanted my skin soft and smooth as silk for tonight. My Daddy, “Jack”, came in behind me, kissing the back of my neck and hugging me.

“Excited about tonight baby girl?” he asked. I bit my lip, my brow probably furrowed a bit as I leaned against him, nodding my head.

“Yes, but I’m kinda nervous too. I don’t know why, but my tummy has butterflies,” I said, always honest with him on that. He hugged me tighter, looking down into my eyes. Read more »

What Mom Can’t Remember M/F, Incest, Drugs/drunk requested re-post

When I was 17 I got drunk at a party and came home and told my mother that I was in love with her and wanted to make babies with her. She very considerately explained that she knew and that she was my father’s wife. She told me I would grow out it soon enough, but till I did to be sure and return her panties to the wash when I was done. She didn’t tell my dad about it or the fact I came home shit faced. She is a great Mom. It was about 2 years later they had come home from a Christmas party rather early and mom was going on about how everybody at the party wanted to fuck her. She looked drunk and out of it but it was early for her to be this drunk. She looks at me and says “see Bill even he wants to fuck me” I must have looked horrified because dad said “don’t worry about her she got some new medicine today and shouldn’t have drank with it.” I had never seen her that way before or since. I do know that the women I knew as mom was gone that night and dad made no attempt to keep Mrs. Everybody Wants To Fuck Me quiet. For the first time I heard my mom cussing like a whore begging to be fucked harder. I went to bed that night and jacked off 3 times listening to dad pound her. I later found out she had been prescribed Xanax. Read more »

I (27)[M] am the slut of my (18)[M] otaku brother in law.

A little bit of my self, (sorry for the long post)
Since middle school I’ve been really horny like most of the guys I think so, watching porn, being with girls, etc – and never have thinked in sex with guys.

And the kind of guy that bullied others (I know now it sucks think about it).

I’m married with my highschool girlfriend and best friend (26F).

Lately (some months ago) and with some free time I’ve been starting to watch no straight porn.
I think It started to boring me – I read in somewhere that after sometime usually people wants more and stranger things – like drugs?

I watch gay or Shemale porn once in a while during the weeks.

I’m a not so tall guy 5’6 (Latino) and slim sporty- and in some videos I found that normally the bottoms were guys kinda like me, thinks…

Started to watch more and more videos of twinks with big guys and how they used them as their personal sluts.

I was so turned on by the idea of being one slut twink being fucked by a guy like that, Read more »

A sticky quickie with Cassandra AKA The time I found out my best friend’s wife was an escort. [MF]

Cassandra. Cassie. One of the hottest people I’d ever met in real life, the fuel of a thousand wanks and many more still to come. Statuesque, curves that mesmerized and a confidence that flaunted it constantly. Short, dark, straight hair that made her look like something out of the fifties, always dressed to kill and tonight was no exception. A tight blouse and a tight skirt and boots that screamed “fuck me”. A hat that made her look like a hipster. Makeup that made her look like a movie star.

She was married to one of my best friends, who we’ll call Frank. I went to their wedding. I’d been to their place a couple days back, where she strutted about the pool in a bikini that had me jerking one out in their bathroom. She was close with my better half. Read more »