Graduation gangbang [MF]

I leaned in.  My forehead rested against Emma’s forehead.  My nose touched her nose.  My hands cupped her head gently, and my thumbs framed her face.

“Are you ready?”

“Yes”

“Safe word?”

“Porcupine”

“I’ll make sure you and Lily will have a blast, love”

We rubbed our noses against each other and then I stepped away from my lover who only had on the radio.  I turned and took a step over to Lily and held her hands.  I tried to not check out her tits or her curves  as she was barely covered in sheer black panties and a tube-top.    

I tried.  I failed.  

She looks good too although she is almost an opposite universe version of Emma. Short where she is tall, curvaceous where she is fit, curly where Emma is straight, meek when Emma is bold and adventurous where her cohort mate is cautious.  This was her first time playing with us where I was setting the scene.  She had played out a fantasy of hers with us recently, and now we were filling a fantasy that Emma had rubbed herself raw to over the past several years. 

Open letter #3 – Past partners twofer: Mary & Ben and Jamie & Gary – [MFM][MF][nc][Mdom]

There is a backstory for this series of posts in my profile. The format will make more sense if you at least scan through that first.

*****Be warned, this post gets into some quite rough male-dominant sexual play including CNC, meaning there is discussion of forced sexual intercourse in here towards the end. There was good faith consent from all involved but I know it’s not for everyone.*****

Hey Kyle, just one more of these setting-the-stage kind of letters. Last one, I promise. ;)

These two couples are group together because some of their kinks overlapped and they both stretched my opinion of how one partner should treat the other. There’s always a tendency to assess others feelings as though I’m the one that has to experience them…you know, that whole ‘do unto others’ rule. That only works if everyone wants to experience the world as I do though, which surprises exactly nobody that the real world doesn’t work that way. Mary and Jamie are important for me to share because they showed me that some people truely crave being treated in a way that I don’t understand, wouldn’t want for myself, and made me a little uncomfortable at first. It obvious to say but mostly what I learned from them is that they know themselves better than I do. Things work out a lot better if I just trust they know what they like without trying to understand why.

Sharing the Pleasure [FM] [Reclaiming, Sharing] – Part 1

A chat friend shared a scenario with me and I found it appealing and exciting. He suggested that we write a story together, from our own perspectives. I’ve woven the first part of our chat together here.

**Part 1.**

We’ve been vacationing together, somewhere new to both of us. We’ve spent the last few days getting to know each other more, both emotionally and physically. We’ve got private jokes, know waking and sleep routines, and have learned when “that touch” means we have to go back to the room and be together. Now.

One night you ask if I’d like to explore being shared, being pleasured by another man. No pressure, and you’ll be there to keep me safe. I confess that I’ve been thinking about it and tell you I’d like to try it. Even saying that feels sexy to me.

That night, I dress carefully and thoughtfully. Even the act of sliding on my thong, or slipping my feet into my boots feels like foreplay. I ask for your approval of my choices: black wrap dress, high boots, lacy black bra and thong. My hair is up, exposing my neck. Long earrings tickle my neck as I move my head. You adjust the wrap on the dress, exposing just a bit more of my cleavage, making me blush, though I don’t pull it back in place.

Ashlee’s Corruption Continues With Voyeurism {MMF | Spying | Voyeur | Caught | Pierced | Pegging}

Part of this story collection [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/nchlnh/ashlee_f25_explores_her_sexuality_with_lesbian/)

*A commissioned story!*

UPVOTE IF YOU WANT MORE

Part 1

After the intense birthday party for Ashlee, the girls continued becoming best friends. Each day it seemed like they were getting closer. The lesbian couple was helping Ashlee to open up and be more outgoing. Sometimes she had to draw the line but for the most part, she enjoyed spending time with them.

One night Chloe was even able to talk the shy redhead, Ashlee, into finally getting her nipples pierced. She had been saying that she wanted them done since seeing them on Amber so they took her to a parlor to get her pierced. While Ashlee was picking out her nipple rings, Amber was finding a set of cute bars to put in her nipples instead of the rings she currently had. Chloe did not want any piercings even though she started trying to talk her girlfriend, Amber into getting a new one.

The Visitor Pt. 2 [Fiction] [Dark Erotica]

(Pt. 1: https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/n4m5tr/the_visitor_pt_1_fictional_darkerotica/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share )

Caroline stared back at her reflection, clutching a thick white towel against her naked body as her titian colored hair dripped water onto her shoulders and down her back. Her blue eyes looked tired, and she nervously chewed on her bottom lip as she internally debated whether or not she had the strength to join everyone downstairs today.

There was no way she could face the silver haired phantom that had plagued her dreams all night.

The dreams had been limitless – all sexual in nature with varying levels of intensity. She hadn’t soiled her sheets again, thankfully, but she’d woken up that morning hot-and-bothered and had been trapped in a constant state of overbearing arousal since.

She still refused to dip between her legs to take the edge off, unable to bring herself to masturbate to the thought of the strange man who had infiltrated her home. It felt wrong but boy was it becoming increasingly difficult for her to listen to that little voice of reason.

Woods and Tackle

We break into the edge of the brush and brambles that make up the edges of the woods, sealing in the humid and cool air that slaps us in the face when we step through that barrier of leaves. Your hand is around mine and you’re leading me along a trail. This is my first time in nearly a lifetime in these woods so it’s like my first time, but you seem to know where you’re going.
After a while of us walking in silence on the soft earth of the path barely perceptible through the leaves lining the forest floor, you suddenly pull up short and stop. I automatically scan the leaves for a snake or other danger that would have caused that reaction, but don’t see anything.
You have somehow gone even more quiet even when we werent speaking before. You let go of my hand and very quietly, you whisper,
“You should run now”.
“What?” I asked, a little confused“Now. You need to run. Go. Now!” and you lunge at me. Instinctively my body reacts with flight and I take off down the path and pound my feet into the soft earth as I make my escape.
I remember now; a half-formed, half-joking fantasy of you chasing me down in the woods, catching me, and pinning me down to fuck me. I didn’t really think it would become a reality, but I can hear you closing in behind me. You didn’t even give me a head start and started running after me as soon as I took off.
The muted thuds of your feet hitting and pushing off of the earth behind me becomes louder, closer. I push my body to go even faster and leap over brambles and branches, ducking out of the way of others. I don’t always succeed and get slapped in the face as I scramble away from you. I can hear you cursing behind me when a well-aimed branch slaps back into your face and slows you down.
But it’s not enough. You are still gaining on me even though I am in good shape. I can’t compete with your longer legs and at the edge of a clearing in the path I feel your hand snag my calf and I go flying onto my stomach into the leaves and dirt.
Before I can even push myself upright off of the ground you are over me, pinning both of my wrists in front of my face into the forest floor with one hand and pressing your weight into my back and ass. Your other hand is busy shoving and pulling at the buttons of my shorts under me and trying to shove them down my ass. I fight you and wriggle fiercely away, but it’s no use. You get the buttons undone and enough of the zipper down to drag the denim down my thighs, leaving me exposed to you and the dappled sunlight of the afternoon coming through the leaves above. I keep my thighs tightly squeezed together to prevent you from entering me. Even that pressure feels good to both of us.
I feel you fumbling around and undoing your own fly, then the weight and heat of your smooth erection against my ass cheeks. You press hard at that place between my legs, but I am squeezed too tight for you to make your way inside even while I am so wet and slick from the chase.
“If you don’t let me inside I’ll just fuck your tight little asshole…” You growl right into my ear. Part of me wants you to fuck me in all ways, exactly like that. You press against my asshole threateningly,.
“Let. Me. In.” You press harder and I squeal into my closed lips and instantly relax my thighs for a split second to instinctively scoot away, and just like that you take your chancet; you’re plunging inside of me, and any thoughts of you fucking my ass are gone and replaced with the sensations of you pounding into my body.
You’re plowing me bruisingly against the forest floor. My body betrays my attempts to escape and I was already so hot and slick for you before you tripped me to the ground, that you slide easily in and out of me while you fuck me, although you struggle to shove the last few inches inside against the tightness of my thighs and pussy, grunting and cursing softly at the end of each thrust.
“Fuck! You really thought you could get away, huh?”
“Not a fucking chance.”

A Fat Awakening Pt 4

Once she said this, it only added fuel to the fire. It was precisely because of the fact that her family might hear made this scene so hot. She couldn’t find strength to resist him. Her soul was trying, but body was weak. She hoped her pleading would work. Unfortunately, Jamie didn’t stop at all. He warped his left arm around her neck, and his right hand reached down to pull down his pant.
She could feel his hard shaft pressing on her bruised heinie. The cock was already out! “Jamie!” her voice was far from being as assertive as she knew it needed to be to stop him on his track. Right now there was a puddle on the spot right below her pussy. Mom would know if she did not change the sheet herself before tomorrow morning.
Hannah wanted to be taken, but she wanted to at least put up a fight with whatever willpower she had left. She squirmed and kicked her feet, but kept the noises down to not alert her family.
He entered her! The narrow back string in between her butt cheeks were shoved aside, making way for the cock. He started thrusting in and out of her vaginal opening. The motions gave her pleasures, but her bruised “sit spot” from the whipping was hurting like hell as his abs and hips pressed against her bottom, grinding her, while shifting his body horizontally back and forth along her back, breathing heavily onto the her ears.
Hannah let out a few moans. Right after she made her first noise, he covered her mouth with his right hand to muffle her. It was as if she was sweetly tortured inside the belly of a giant snake. The mixture of sweat and tears, pain and pleasure, overwhelmed her senses. He was fucking her brain out.
She wanted this to last for a very long time, but suddenly she felt his cock pulsating, and the motion slowed down, from rapidly shoving in and out, to more deliberated thrusts. He grunted each time he delivered a big push, which made Hannah feel like an animal even more, knowing she had been fucked like it was for breeding, not for her pleasure. Finally he came inside her. He abruptly stopped all motion, and collapsed on her sweat soaked body. It was over just as quickly as he started it. Jamie sat up, and pulled his jeans back on. She knew he wouldn’t give her anything more than a quickie, not with her parents in the house, but she still found it deeply satisfying on a mental level. Knowing that Jamie had used her body purely for his own enjoyment made her feel dirty.
“Hannah, we need to talk. Get dressed we are leaving”, he said as a matter-of-factly. Having got spanked and manhandled within only a few hours, she was as docile as can be. Immediately she got up and put on some clothes. As they got out of the house, Nora was at the kitchen when they passed by. Josh was writing in the basement. The house was quiet. Surely, her parents knew they were going to have a talk, and gave them the space.
Jamie led her to his blue, BMW convertible, which was the house’s driveway. He settled into the driver seat and opened the door for her by reaching over to the door to the passenger seat. He was not a traditional gentleman per se, who would open door for his ladies before they sat, but more like a teenager in a grown up body, with his own boyish charm.
“Where’d we going?” she was uncertain what this was about.
“Just somewhere nearby.” He gave her a quick peek with a slight smile. This calmed her. She was worried he might be breaking up with her, but if he was smiling at her maybe things were still alright.
He drove to a park, and parked at a spot beside the sidewalk. “Come on, let’s take a walk!” He unbuckled his seatbelt, and got out. Hannah followed. They found a bench and sat down. It was about 5’o clock in the afternoon. It was still sunny. People were walking their dogs, or watching their kids playing. Various groups of friends were spotted on scattered parts of the park. They started chit chatting a bit, commenting on what was going on in their life lately—Jamie talked a bit about his vibrant gym fitness business; Hanna had nothing but the same old rants about her life that she knew better than to talk about at this moment. She kept it vague and short.
They started out as fuck buddies. Hannah was 20. Jamie was 28. They were fucking many hot people at the time. After fucking each other every now and then for about a year, one night Jamie told her he loved her in the middle of a marathon sex. He was pounding away and choking her. His sweats were dripping all over her body when he was fucking her in the missionary position. She was drenched in her their mixed sweat when she heard “I love you”. Of all the men she hooked up with, very few were so well put together like Jamie. He always brought her to the nicest places, always took her breath away with the hottest sex experience, and he brought her to the coolest people in his network. In Hollywood, most high quality men were already in a relationship, or too old for her. Hot girls were never in shortage. There were always more beautiful girls than quality guys—guys who were attractive to women, and successful at the same time.
“Listen Hannah, um… I just turned thirty this year, and I can see where this is going. If nothing change, I will continue to build the business, put up with women for all their complaints about their look and everything. At some point we will probably make children. And that’s it. We will just grow old from this point on.” He said these words thoughtfully.
From his eyes, Hannah could tell he was watching a mental movie of their future, and this movie did not seem to impress Jamie. “What do you mean?” Hannah was afraid of what he was going to say. Whatever he was planning, she hoped there was a part for her. She never worried too much about losing Jamie before, because a year ago she was still a super hot woman with an up and coming career. Now she had became something of a joke. Very rarely in her life had she experienced a defeat of this magnitude. Everything were usually easy for pretty girls.
Without having something else going for her, she wasn’t sure if she was measuring up to Jamie’s anymore. Tears quickly welled up her eyes.
“Come on. Don’t cry on me baby. It is only fair for me to be honest with you. I still love you very much. I can die for you! But with the way things are going, I really feel like I need a change, a big change!” He spoke faster than usual, and leaned toward Hannah. The tears in her eyes must have made him uncomfortable. “Look, all my life I love women. I will always be a lover of women. I chose this career to help women become the best they could be, but I don’t think I want to keep putting up with their complaints about their bodies anymore. I am burnt out. For us, I just want to tell you that you are one of the hottest girls ever, even in Hollywood, but if this is to work, I need you to be play a new role. ”
These words gave Hannah a strong hope. You want to tell me there is something I can do? I can do anything to keep you! Just tell me what you want! “tell me” she looked at him pleadingly. At this point all her power was lost. She felt extremely vulnerable.
“I have a lot of money now and I have one of the hottest girl as my girlfriend. I should be happy. I always go after what I want. This is who I am. I am intense. I need my woman to support me so I can be the man I want to be” He looked at her intensely. “I love you. But I don’t think I can ever give you all the things you want. You have the body many women would die for, but you still complain about it everyday. I feel like this relationship is becoming just like my work. I can die for you right now, but I can’t live like this. I am only happy when I go out and try to conquer something”
“Jamie please I will change just tell me what you want me to do”, she tried not to cry, but the moment she said those words she couldn’t help but bawling out.
Jamie’s look quickly soften up. In a comforting voice he said, “Damn, you just reminded me what made me love you. You can make men kill for you sweetheart”. “Then tell me” she pleaded.
“I want to live a life of adventures. I need you to either be on board with me and trust that I will always love you as long as you support me, or you can find someone better, I don’t want you to waste your time. It’s only fair for you.” Hannah felt the sincerity in his voice. At this moment she felt even more certain that she only ever wanted to be with him. “I will do whatever it takes. I will prove it!”
“Ok then, let’s try this. I want to introduce you to someone tonight. I want you to not ask question and trust me. Deal?” He pierced through her eyes. She knew not to jeopardize the ground they just gained, so she nodded.

The Nation of Samarasa Part 1

(This series I’m starting is purely fantasy. This is heavily geared towards porn addiction, edging and gooning primarily. This is my first shot at creative writing in erotica and I would love to get constructive criticism, feedback, ad any ideas you think I should add for further additions. Also its a bit long, and I have tried to be as descriptive as possible but room for improvement )

**The Nation of Samarasa Part 1**

“Ladies and Gentleman, this is your Captain speaking. It’s ughh 8:30AM right now in Samarasa. The temperature is about 75F, there should be no chance of rain today. We should be landing at Melody Breeze International Airport in about 15 minutes. I want to thank you all for flying Fantasy Airlines”

The loud announcement from the intercom awoke Joan Carter. As she still struggled to open her jet lagged eyes, she opened the window shade. As the bright sunlight stung her eyes, she saw the plane descending into the Samarasan capital of Orgasmia. Joan, a 26 year old graduate student, from Miami, Florida.She came to Samarasa to conduct research for her thesis on the Samarasans for her PhD dissertation in “The Anthropological Study of the Illusive Nation of Samara”. As the plane landed and began to make preparations for arrival, she wondered if the rumors about this country were true?

On the fine art of washing machine repair, balcony balancing, boutique weed strains, and fucking the neighbor in the ass after a canceled date – Part 2 [MF] [Consensual] [Stoned] [Tipsy]

Synopsis: Miya needs her washing machine repaired and notices her neighbor Kurt might be able to help, so she asks. Hot fucking ensues.

Part 1 is [here](https://reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/nfcoce/on_the_fine_art_of_washing_machine_repair_balcony/).

I do love feedback because it helps me write better, so good or bad, I’d be grateful for it! I’m particularly interested in framing consent as a normalized, very hot practice, so if I did that well here (or didn’t) please let me know.

***

As I walk down the hallway, it’s dark, but light is streaming from the laundry closet, accentuating your pale white legs and that jean-short-doned ass sticking out into the hallway. I feel the pre-cum wet spot on my jeans getting wetter, stickier.

You’re angled forward, over the washing machine. You’ve started a cycle on the washing machine and it’s currently filling up with water. I notice again that you’re short – I like that – because you’re on tippy toes. I’m behind you now. I can’t help it: I’m breathing really heavily, admiring your ass from behind. Your shorts inch upwards even more and I can see your ass cheeks peeking through. I tilt my head trying to cop a look. I see the cute cheeks or your butt sticking out just below the fabric of your dress.

Nudist beach. Wife and I make new friends [mf] [mff] [mfmf]

We are a married couple in our early 30’s. Our sex life has always been exciting and to make it more interesting we started attending a local nudist beach to us. We didn’t know what kind of crowd to expect. For sure we thought creepy Old men. To our surprise the crowd is very sexy, young, older and all shapes and sizes attend.

At the beach:

As a newbie it’s hard to not get a hard on. What made my dick harder was to see my sexy thick slut undress herself infront of others. Watching her slide her sundress off and taking her braw off to expose her thick dark nipples. Watching her walk around in her gstring that I pick for her to wear when we attend.
Nothing is more a rousing than catching the attention of other couples as they glance and give u a smile.