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Seducing Our Teens Chapter 01 – Dirty Incest Roleplay

I was eager to get home. Eager, but I didn’t until I finished up with the paperwork. It was a Friday evening, and like many other Fridays, I stayed back to tie up any loose ends in my company. I work as a paper pusher for a paper manufacturing business. Not glamourous, I know, but it pays for the mortgage and funds my kid’s education.

I raised my arms as high as I could and tried to pull the knot out of my lower back. My eyes went back down to the desk and settled on the photo of my family, which I look at often.

My son, Owen, was nineteen and was studying computer science in university, and my daughter, Paige, was studying to be a graphics designer.

I couldn’t help but smile as I thought of them. Paige in particular. Don’t get me wrong, I’m proud of my son. He was a little withdrawn, which concerned me as a father. At least I wouldn’t have to worry about him going out drinking and catching all sorts of diseases from unscrupulous women. God forbid he gets anyone pregnant. He’s got a good head on his shoulders, so I know he’ll do just fine with his studies. Way I see it, an old fossil like me who hasn’t quite grasped the digital age, he’s not going to have trouble finding a decent job after he graduates. That was going to be awhile yet, so in the meantime, I can keep an eye on him at home. Read more »

Seducing Our Teens Chapter 01 – Dirty Incest Roleplay

I was eager to get home. Eager, but I didn’t until I finished up with the paperwork. It was a Friday evening, and like many other Fridays, I stayed back to tie up any loose ends in my company. I work as a paper pusher for a paper manufacturing business. Not glamourous, I know, but it pays for the mortgage and funds my kid’s education.

I raised my arms as high as I could and tried to pull the knot out of my lower back. My eyes went back down to the desk and settled on the photo of my family, which I look at often.

My son, Owen, was nineteen and was studying computer science in university, and my daughter, Paige, was studying to be a graphics designer.

I couldn’t help but smile as I thought of them. Paige in particular. Don’t get me wrong, I’m proud of my son. He was a little withdrawn, which concerned me as a father. At least I wouldn’t have to worry about him going out drinking and catching all sorts of diseases from unscrupulous women. God forbid he gets anyone pregnant. He’s got a good head on his shoulders, so I know he’ll do just fine with his studies. Way I see it, an old fossil like me who hasn’t quite grasped the digital age, he’s not going to have trouble finding a decent job after he graduates. That was going to be awhile yet, so in the meantime, I can keep an eye on him at home. Read more »

The Bus…

Because it was her fantasy. Because I wanted to give her that experience, that is why I was there. We chose the busiest time of day and a bus route we knew would be jammed. I was a typical man returning home from too much work that was the corporate, soul-crushing, tedious kind. She was the college student, or the new young professional, a young woman not yet scarred by the grotesque realities of American capitalism.
A spring day where the sun had overtaken winter and I could feel the days lengthen into my heart. I gathered the warmth and light into my body and I had to honor it, to celebrate it. I had one request if we were going to carry out her wish: the perfume. THAT perfume. The one she wore that danced with something on her skin, that made love with her body, with the chemicals and the pores of her essence, so that in the very space around her, the molecules were re-arranged. Some combination of lilacs, and spring and sex and chocolate.
I entered the crowded bus first, and found the only remaining seat, toward the back. She followed close behind. For the sake of her fantasy, we were strangers, two lives moving toward each other, like comets on a collision course. Her fantasy, I kept repeating, her fantasy. The crowd was intense, all around us, just stacked portions of humanity with all its sweat and and anxiety and loneliness and rage. She stood in front of me, pushed close by a river of human desperation all wanting to be home, or at least somewhere else. Her frame was like that of a young deer, long, lean, athletically efficient. One look at her and you thought about physicality and the gift of form awarded to a race hungering for beauty. This was her fantasy, but it was I who she’d chosen to participate in it, to make it more than just a daydream at her soul sucking job. She wore the sundress she said she would. I took in the perfume. Her back to me as I sat, gazing around, wondering who might see what would happen next. My hand found the softness of her leg under that cotton dress. Immediately warm, like silk, a texture constructed in God’s workshop, given to me for this moment. Her caramel skin, that radiant black hair, all curls and attitude. I slowly slid my hand up, feeling for an instant that Inca or Aztec blood that had been hers for ages, her ancestors alive in her essence. Her fantasy. Public groping. And my hand traveling cautiously, slowly, approvingly…

“Breeding” my old high school ex-girlfriend in her childhood bedroom during spring break from college [MF]

[To be abundantly clear, all descriptions of anything sexual happened when both of us were over 18. The parts where we were younger are just backstory, and nothing inappropriate will be mentioned from that timeframe. For those who don’t like backstory (which is fair), everything after is what happened in college, after = = = = is when things get sexual, and after + + + + is when actual sex begins. I trimmed some stuff, but this is my story with the most background and I hope that background is enjoyable to read even if you’re normally just here on /r/gonewildstories for the sex scenes.]

I grew up Protestant, and church and stuff like that were a big part of my childhood. So when teenaged me suddenly found himself with a girlfriend, all that pubescent testosterone was *a problem* given how repressive my family was while I was still living at home. I’m not really even kidding with the phrasing “suddenly found himself”. The situation I described in [a past story](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/s90awm/the_time_i_m_was_basically_selected_by_an/) was definitely not the first such case of a woman basically saying “mine” and then me basically being in a relationship before I realized it. Apparently genuinely caring about people while simultaneously being completely fucking oblivious to romantic advances is appealing to some people. The former I get, as that’s a key feature of the women I find attractive, but I couldn’t possibly explain why people find the latter cute. Read more »

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Enki’s Puzzle Chapter 14 [MF] [inc] [cheat]

I’ve written this story through chapter 29. All chapters are available on my website. There’s also an illustrated version available. You can find the link in my Reddit profile if you’re interested. Or if can’t find the link there, you can search my name on google to find my site. If you prefer to wait, I’ll post about a chapter a month here. All characters in sexual situations are 18 or older. Thanks for reading!

Previous chapters:

Chapter 1 https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/la43a4/enkis_puzzle_chapter_1_mf_inc_cheat/

Chapter 2 https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/m3iy24/enkis_puzzle_chapter_2_mf_inc_cheat/

Chapter 3 https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/mnii9j/enkis_puzzle_chapter_3_mf_inc_cheat/

Chapter 4 https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/n71qkm/enkis_puzzle_chapter_4_mf_inc_cheat/

Chapter 5 https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ns8krm/enkis_puzzle_chapter_5_mf_inc_cheat/

Chapter 6

Enki’s Puzzle Chapter 6 [MF] [inc] [cheat] from eroticliterature

Chapter 7 https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ovtyza/enkis_puzzle_chapter_7_mf_inc_cheat/

Chapter 8 https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/pcuahc/enkis_puzzle_chapter_8_mf_inc_cheat/

Chapter 9 https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/pup6aa/enkis_puzzle_chapter_9_mf_inc_cheat/

Chapter 10 https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/qdjrzz/enkis_puzzle_chapter_10_mf_inc_cheat/

Chapter 11 https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/qxjlsx/enkis_puzzle_chapter_11_mf_inc_cheat/

Chapter 12 [https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/rim5e5/enkis_puzzle_chapter_12_mf_inc_cheat/](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/rim5e5/enkis_puzzle_chapter_12_mf_inc_cheat/)

Chapter 13 [https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/s3zvhz/enkis_puzzle_chapter_13_mf_inc_cheat/](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/s3zvhz/enkis_puzzle_chapter_13_mf_inc_cheat/)

What a strange morning. Kate had woken feeling feisty and had somehow shoved most of her husband’s water bottle down her throat. She fellated the foot-long thing while masturbating in the bathroom. Only a half-hour later, she moved around the kitchen, getting things ready for the day like everything was normal. Things were not normal. Her whole body vibrated. She wanted to see if she could perform the same feat with her son’s mighty penis. Read more »

Threesome with My Wife and Sister-In-Law!

We arrived late to the Christmas party. And why wouldn’t we? My wife, Nenita, takes extra time to make sure she is completely put together. She doesn’t have to try to be sexy, she has the natural sex appeal of all people from her island nation, the Philippines. Her caramel skin is even more delicious than it looks. Stretch it over a 63-inch, 105-pound frame with curves in all the right places, and she could put on a trash bag and make it look sexy and trendy. But that’s not her. Not at all. She loves to dress up, and I love to undress her. Tonight, she was in a devilishly hot outfit. Simple, but so fucking sexy. A skimpy red dress that bordered on slutty; sexy and elegant. The length accentuated her legs, making them longer, slenderer, and sexier than they are if that’s even possible. Black heels completed the outfit, heels that matched the black thong and barely-there push-up bra that lay beneath the red fabric. The hem fell almost two inches shorter than fingertip length. The gold earrings and necklace were a perfect match, each speckled with diamonds. I looked her up and down before we left, eager to pounce and devour her. But I couldn’t. Her sister was with us as well. Read more »

[M/F] Up The Ass Part II

[Part I](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/sp6f2r/up_the_ass_mf/) *over here. Just in case. Have a nice read.*

What began as a happy accident turned into a hot kinky secret pretty damn fast. Sis and I began toying our assholes on a regular base. Anal play was the kink we shared. But it didn’t took long until we wished to have a place for us two alone. Were we could do whatever we want, without being careful to run into our parents. And not even running into our parents was a problem, we also wanted to do stuff we couldn’t do while still living at home.

So we went out on apartment hunt. It took us a few months to find a suitable place. We told our parents in advance that we both where planing to move out. To a town not too far away, but far away enough to prevent surprise visits. Yes, parents. They are made that way. Reasons for it, beside the obvious, that we couldn’t share with them, were that were looking for some better paid jobs and that many of our friends have already moved some place else. So nothing was keeping us at home anymore. Our parents were pretty damn supporting. And the fact that we, my sister and me, would share a place, rose no suspicion at all. Sis and I, we were really looking forward towards it. Read more »

Saturday Afternoon Washing Machine Repair (& Fuck) [MF] [420] [appliance repair] [flannel] [neighbors] [long] [wholesome]

Hi! Work in progress here. Be aware that this story involves intoxication and marijuana use. If this writing speaks to you, I’d love to know what parts you liked (or what parts you didn’t). Suggestions very welcome.

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It’s a spring, rainy Saturday afternoon: warm air, cold rain. You’re walking out of your apartment and you see me in the hall walking into my apartment, next door. I’m wearing a worn flannel shirt, some old jeans with paint splotches all over, knees torn, and carrying a laden bag of Home Depot stuff. I’m drenched too; it looks like someone (me) forgot their umbrella. There’s a puddle of water where I’ve been standing while fiddling for my keys.

“Hey there Kurt,” you say, smiling, as you step into the hallway. You’re wearing a flowing spring sundress, hanging by straps from your freckled shoulders. Even in our sunless shared entry hallway, I make mental note of its semi-transparentness, then shake it off. I realize I haven’t seen you without your mask. I thought you were gorgeous before, but now?

“Hi Miya,” I respond, cheerfully. Some water drips from me to the floor. Read more »