First official couple swap [Group]

Sorry this got very long but after my last two posts people messaged me asking for more background and details so I did my best to deliver! If you want to skip that and get to the sex you can jump down to the line of ***.

My wife Danielle and I are very sexual people and have gotten into a lot of fun together. Some have asked about out appearances so in terms of looks, my “look” would likely get overlooked and blend into a crowd well. My style consists of a lot of black, white and grey mixed with jeans or khakis, I’ve been told I resemble a taller version of a late 20 year old Charlie Day. I was always on the skinny side but never did well with sports. The closest to sports I got was in high school skateboarding for a few years until one stupid time skating without a helmet and cracking my head open I opted to be amateur action shot photographer for the group.

The Blue Viper Files Part 8 [FF] [MF] [BDSM] [Hypnosis] [Orgy]

**Chapter 8: Boginya**

**Lindsey**

Lindsey checked the mirror in Liz’s dressing room one more time, just to be sure. She was in a sharp sapphire blue pantsuit with red heels. Underneath, she wore a corset over her blouse, a new style that Liz insisted on. At first, she was hesitant, but the pressure around her stomach ended like another collar.

Liz stepped behind her, rubbing her shoulders. “You look fantastic,” she said. “Don’t worry. Goddess will take care of everything.”

Lindsey nodded and smiled, taking Liz’s hand on her shoulder and squeezing it affectionately. Liz was still dressed for work, as she had to give the forecast in a few hours. She wore an emerald green dress that showed considerable leg and highlighted her black heels. Her blonde hair was wavy and cascading down her back. She looked like every anchor on FOX News, the perfect dream woman for the local audience.

“It’s not just the ad, you know?” said Lindsey. “This is it.”

“I know.” Liz kissed Lindsey’s cheek.

“I’ve been dreaming of this since I was a little girl.”

The Second-Floor Window’s Lit and the First-Floor Shotgun’s Loaded [MF] [Part 2]

[*Link to Part 1*](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/mpba8h/the_secondfloor_windows_lit_and_the_firstfloor/)

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# The Second-Floor Window’s Lit and the First-Floor Shotgun’s Loaded

**Part 2**

^(By Meade Gunn)

Jake was staring down a screaming barrel of death. Whenever Roselyn had wanted some action in the last few months, she’d been turning on a red lightbulb in her room to summon him. An ideal arrangement to have with the girl next door. Tonight however, he’d been drawn like a moth to the flame by her father, who’d used their signal as a trap and surprised him with his shotgun.

“Now you listen. Both ears.” Roselyn’s father said, cocking his shotgun once more and sending an unspent shell flying. “You’re going to climb right back out that fucking window you came in through or Roselyn won’t need no special lightbulb to see red in her. You fucking understand me?”

For once in his life, Jake formed words under distress. “Yes, sir.”

“Git!” He said, charging forward with his shotgun.

Couples Night: Part 1 My wife and I explore sex with another couple [couples][group sex][blowjob][facial][FFMM]

My wife and I started getting a bit more kinky a few years ago, mostly dirty talk and choking. After 11 years of marriage we needed to add some more excitement, and it was definitely working. I just wished we had started doing this when we first met, when we had less responsibility and wanted to fuck every day. I guess that 32 isn’t too old to get started exploring what we wanted though.

One night while I was fucking her I started to imagine what it would be like to a threesome. Seeing her big fat ass slap and jiggle while she had her face buried in another girl’s pussy. Even what it would be like to see her sucking a cock while I pounded her from behind. As I daydreamed I pounded her harder and grabbed a handful of her red hair to pull her head back. “I’m close” she panted, and seconds later she was screaming and her whole body was stiffening. It was the hardest I’d seen her cum in a while, and now I was close too. I pulled my dick out of her dripping pussy and she rolled onto her back “I want your cum all over my face” she begged. I stroked my cock and admired her tight little freckled body, and her small perky tits before straddling her chest. She eagerly sucked my cock while I pinned down her shoulders with my knees, and when I was ready pulled out and shot my cum across her freckled face. She sucked the last few drops out of my cock while looking up at me with her big green eyes.

DREAMS OF MATERNITY

My name is Stephen, I’m a 20-year-old college sophomore, and I’ve had a pregnancy fetish for as long as I’ve been aware of sex (and a non-erotic fascination with pregnant women since well before that). Sorry if that sounded like an introduction at a support group, but I almost feel like a support group is what I need at this point. How the hell am I supposed to get with a pregnant woman?

I’ve never had a serious girlfriend. I’m not even sure I want kids, never mind knocking someone up in the foreseeable future. I’m not super comfortable seeking out a pregnant escort, even if they were at all easy to find. Jerking off to pregnant porn isn’t quite cutting it for me anymore, and I feel truly desperate to do something with my desires as they creep closer and closer to obsession.

There’s an avenue toward realizing some of my fantasies that I’ve yet to explore, though: lucid dreaming. If I can manage to learn to take control of my dreams, I can have dream sex with pregnant ladies to my heart’s content. Nightly, even. It’s not the real thing, but I think it’s the best I can do at the moment, and I’m ready to put in the time to get it going. If I can pull it off, it will be worth just about any amount of time and effort it may require.

A Mom’s Unsent Letter to Her Son – [MF][M/s][inc][incest][mom son][mommy]

This is a work of fiction, a fantasy. Author and all characters are over 18. My stories are intended for an adult audience and may contain offensive themes such as incest, dubcon and pet names.

I’d love to know what you think in the comments. Feedback is always welcome and appreciated.

Enjoy! x

To My Dear Son,

I’m writing this letter to out of love, because I cannot express the way I really feel about you yet. I sat down to write this letter to you as I can hear you in your bedroom, beside mine. I can hear the porn video that is playing on your TV and how the pornstars refer to themselves as Mom, or Mommy. I hear this and often wonder if you have feelings towards me too.

The wall between our rooms is quite thin and as I hear your bed creak with every stroke of your dick, I slip my hands down my skirt. I hear the grunts and groaning of the pornstars, wishing it was you that fucking me, wishing it was me that was moaning so loudly while screaming “Fuck your Mommy.”

Had a train ran on me while I was blindfolded and I still don’t know who used me! [FM]

This has been an unfulfilled fantasy of mine for quite awhile, in fact I’ve talked about it before on reddit, and about a week ago, I finally had it happen and my mind hasn’t stopped racing since!

For those that have followed my stories and posts in the past, my husband and I for a time being were swingers and regularly swapped with a group of couples, but since the pandemic, the group kind of fell apart and I have been craving my slutty gangbang ways dearly the last few months. We’ve tried to be relatively safe and limit our contact with friends and family, so getting gangbanged was completely out of the question. However, I got quite a surprise a few days after Christmas.

Christmas itself was pretty low key. A few normal gift exchanges and I was already a happy wife. A few days later, my husband lets me know that he’s gonna fuck my brains out when he gets back from running his errands, sending me dirty messages all day, getting me hot and turned on. He tells me to get ready when he gets back because he’s been particularly horny and has a few kinky ideas he wants to try with me.

Fire on her Tongue – Part 2 (the spicier part) [MF] [Fantasy] [Demon] [Magic]

The incubus carried her through, ducking under the doorway to avoid catching his horns on it, and paused in front of the bed. Abigail swung her legs free and hopped down to the floor. Somehow his body had softened slightly, his skin and muscles had a more human give to them than when they had first kissed, and Abigail ran her hands over his stomach and abdominals taking in his shape.

‘Are you ready for this?’ She asked.

‘I will follow your lead , witch.’

Abigail turned and climbed onto her bed, turning and facing him on her knees, coming just up to the height of his mouth. Slowly she slipped off her shorts, feeling a cool tingling on the bare skin as the fabric fell away. Within moments she was naked on her bed, facing the demon with knees slightly apart, trembling with excitement. Did the incubus need to be aroused, did demons require foreplay? As if reading her mind, the incubus climbed onto the bed as well, and as he knelt tall in front of her his cock grew and hardened, almost as if on command. Abigail was stunned.

The Blue Viper Files Part 7 [FF] [BDSM] [Hypnosis]

**Chapter 7: Gospozha**

**Lindsey**

Lindsey used the spare key under the ceramic turtle and let herself into the house. No one was home yet, which meant she still had time to get things ready. Though the house wasn’t hers, she’d become accustomed to it, casually moving through the foyer, dropping her bag in the closet and hanging up her coat. It was a sacred ritual to her, to come here and put away everything that belonged to her, everything that she carried, and pick up a lighter burden.

As the thick coat rolled off her shoulders, she sighed and let the day fall away with it. She’d spent hours talking through fundraising and campaign strategies. They were stuck on when to announce and how. Some liked the idea of her doing it on the courthouse steps, reminding everyone that she’s the District Attorney, that she’s the final arm of the law that protects them from criminals. Others wanted her to do it somewhere casual, somewhere diverse. She already had a reputation as a ballbuster, and the argument was that she should show off her love of the community and her personality. They argued back and forth, all while Lindsey tried to focus on the cases she still had. The city didn’t stop needing a DA just because she was running for mayor. It was like she had an additional job that only cost time, stress, and money.