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Artist and New Model – the house- part 2 (mFff) [exh] [voy] [tease] [fantasy] [horror]

After leaving the harbor, Helena poured another drink, gulped it and poured another. Nicholas watched Violet shift her weight from one leg to another standing at the wheel. Helena sat down next to him with a blindfold in hand. She pulled the elastic band around her head and covered her eyes.

“I might pass out… the rocking of the boat on the sea always puts me to sleep, so don’t hesitate to prop me up if I fall over or something,” Helena spoke into his ear. He turned and nodded with a smile. Lily appeared in the bridge after having disappeared below deck. She stood in next to Violet, and the two whispered while stealing glances at Nicholas. He pretended not to notice, instead looking out at the starry sky. After a few words, Lily unzipped her wet-suit and began pulling her body out of it. She wore a tiny yellow bikini underneath her suit. He could not hide his staring as she revealed her curvy body hidden under the thick wet-suit. He stared at her huge tits and watched her turn her back to him as she pulled the wet-suit down her legs, giving him a good view of the string bikini between the round cheeks of her ass. As she pulled her feet from the suit, she looked over her shoulder at him as he continued to stare. She smiled at him, stood and approached him, standing with her stomach only a few inches from his face. Read more »

Artist and New Model, Patroness of the Arts- part 1 (mFff) [exh] [voy] [fantasy] [horror]

Standing in the entry, watching people shambling through the gallery, Nicholas looked from person to person, hoping to gain some idea of the reception of his drawings with the visitors and patrons. He held a glass of white wine in his left hand, swirling the liquid in the glass. He saw a few older couples looking closely at a nude woman he had drawn. The old man pointed indiscriminately with a growing scowl, while the woman, who appeared to be his wife, smiled at the drawing, sipping her wine quietly, seeming confused by her husband’s distaste.

Nicholas Amalion liked exciting his audience with his drawings and paintings. He preferred working from a nude model, a rare thing in his circle of art as most abandoned observational art in favor of abstraction and conceptualism. He hated conceptualism, cared little for abstraction, but he loved observation. It showed quite clearly in his work. He enjoyed that some called his erotic art as lewd, while others, mostly women, loved his brave, ‘not-unsexualized’ depictions of the female nude. Read more »

Our secret office rendezvous [MF] [Office] [Exhibitionist] [First Person]

It’s just any other Monday morning in the office. You, half-asleep and lacking caffeine, begin your morning ritual – you pour a cup of coffee, grab a donut, and head into the copy room to make copies for a morning meeting. You press “Start” on the copier and your mind drifts off as the low hum of the machine goes about its work. Softly, you hear the door close behind you. Startled, you spin around and we lock eyes. You’ve seen me watching you – once in the break room, a few times after returning from lunch. I approach you and hover, an inch from your face. Seconds pass. I kiss you. You seem to enjoy it, but suddenly push me away and slap me. I look you in the eyes. Your eyes have fire – pure excitement, not fear. I kiss you again, harder, as I draw your body to mine. I caress your breasts and fondle your hard nipples. I realize you’re not wearing a bra, and this drives me wild. Read more »

1st time exhibitionists [MF] + a M watcher [exhibition][public]

This happened exactly two years ago in Raleigh NC. I wrote it up a few days after it happened. I neglected to put in my first story that we are both Caucasian (she’s part Mexican), I’m 5’10”, she’s 5’6″. We are both in excellent shape, workout a ton etc.

I appreciate any positive comments. Let me know if you like it. Read more »

Truth or Dare [MFF] [exh]

This is my first erotic story. This is just part one of ? Not sure how many parts to this there will be (if any). It’s a little tame (have little time to write these days), but any future installments will be significantly less tame. Hopefully this is still entertaining though, enjoy!

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Jess flirted with girls at the bar before but this was different, she never actually picked anyone up to come home with us before. We have had discussions about the possibility of a threesome but usually that’s all it was, a discussion. We were both open to the idea but I didn’t think it would ever happen. If it did, I knew Jess would pick the girl (or guy) to bring home with us. I could pick someone up if I wanted to, but Jess had an allure to her that drew people to her. She was extremely beautiful, 5’6”, long auburn hair, and deep green eyes that I could never look away from. Her eyes were the type that seemed to stare through a person and into their soul but there was warmth and a comfort in them, which no matter what mood I was in, told me everything would be ok. She also has the most incredible body; a perfect hourglass shape, wide hips, double-d tits, and an ass that made most guys turn around as she walked by. Now I am no slouch, I’m about 6-foot, have dark black hair, a medium to athletic build, but in my opinion Jess is way out of my league. Read more »

Night on The Town, Part 5 [MFM] [Oral] [Swing][Mast][Exh] [Third Person]

(Part 4 can be found [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/70eyny/night_on_the_town_part_4_mfm_oral_swingmastexh/)).

 

Kate crawled over to the two of them, drawn to them as a nail to a magnet. Her intent was written clear across her face; wordlessly both men turned toward her and spread their legs a little wider.

She went to her husband first, balanced herself with her hands on his thighs, and kissed him. It was a slow, welcoming kiss. Her lips were still trembling, her breathing still ragged. Cupping her chin, Mark kissed her again, relishing her taste. Her lips parted, and their tongues found each other.

Jason watched the building passion of his friends’ kiss with appreciation. They were gorgeous, both of them. Kate was on her knees, her voluptious ass sticking pertly in the air, the red imprints of Mark’s hand just starting to fade. He was tempted to reach over and renew them, but he let them have their moment. He could use the breather as it was; his jaw was sore. Read more »

Night on The Town, Part 5 [MFM] [Oral] [Swing][Mast][Exh] [Third Person]

(Part 4 can be found [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/70eyrd/night_on_the_town_part_4_mfm_oral_swingmastexh/)).

 

Kate crawled over to the two of them, drawn to them as a nail to a magnet. Her intent was written clear across her face; wordlessly both men turned toward her and spread their legs a little wider.

She went to her husband first, balanced herself with her hands on his thighs, and kissed him. It was a slow, welcoming kiss. Her lips were still trembling, her breathing still ragged. Cupping her chin, Mark kissed her again, relishing her taste. Her lips parted, and their tongues found each other.

Jason watched the building passion of his friends’ kiss with appreciation. They were gorgeous, both of them. Kate was on her knees, her voluptious ass sticking pertly in the air, the red imprints of Mark’s hand just starting to fade. He was tempted to reach over and renew them, but he let them have their moment. He could use the breather as it was; his jaw was sore. Read more »

Peeping Country Retreat (MMFffff) [exh] [voy] [oral] [lesbian] [straight] [threesome]

Tom ate a breakfast of granola and peanuts then opened a can of peaches. He stood in his room eating peach slices out of the can as he unloaded his duffel bag full of clothes.

*Had I known those women were hosting, I would not have packed any clothes or food at all! When is Martin getting here?*

He put on his overalls and galoshes and walked to the creek, taking his fishing rod and tackle box on his way. He waded through the water fifteen feet to the other side of the creek and sat on a large rock on its bank. The sun beamed through tree branches and warmed his shoulders as he sat and fished, the ambiance enveloped him. After not catching anything in his chosen spot, he moved upstream, following the meandering water.

Wandering around trees and shrubs he came upon a set of tracks that looked like a sizable animal. It looked like paws of a cat or wolf, but he could not tell. They moved in the direction of his cottage, coming from deep in the forest beyond the creek. He followed the tracks around trees, and he noticed the tracks never moved where he would be able to see the creature in the open. They moved close to his cabin and ended at the creek bank where it narrowed, surrounded by rocks. He crossed the stream and found the tracks again heading around the cottage. His skin crawled as the footprints went to his window then stopped, apparently vanishing. Read more »

Night on The Town, Part 4 [MFM] [Oral] [Swing][Mast][Exh] [Third Person]

(Part 3 can be found [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/6zrx4p/night_on_the_town_part_3_mf_oral_lite_exh_third/)).

 

Jason rolled into the parking garage beneath his hotel, his friends making out in his backseat like teenagers. The barely restrained roar of the Porsche’s engine reverberated off concrete pillars and parked vehicles. He tapped his fingers against the steering wheel, hammering out a drum beat of impatience, looking side to side to spy the first available parking spot. A passionate heat was fogging the windshield. He wanted to get to his room as fast as possible.

Kate moaned again. Each erotic sound caused his erection to twitch, demanding release. His sex life had never been uneventful, but he couldn’t remember the last time he’d been this turned on.

Faster than he needed, he swerved into the first free space he saw, stomping the break to avoid colliding with the wall. Mark and Kate were two wrapped up in themselves to notice.

The door above her head was thrown wide and Kate opened her eyes. Jason was standing over them, making no attempt to conceal his arousal. She refocused on her husband and took his mouth in hers once more, breathing in his scent: his cologne, the sweat from their bodies pressed together, the sickly sweet smell of wine, liquor, and cheap beer. Read more »