[MF] How I seduced my MILF neighbor

We moved to my current neighborhood when I was 14. Around two years after we moved in after I turned 16 my neighbors (I’ll call them the browns) moved in across the street from us. I didn’t think much of it or cared until Mrs. Brown came up to me one day while I was cutting the grass. She instantly caught my attention, perfect blonde hair in a pony tail, tight Nike yoga pants, and a tight Nike tank top showing the perfect amount of cleavage. She introduced herself and from that day I had a crush on Mr. Brown.

Over the years our families had dinners and fires together, i would mow there lawn in the summers, i helped coach there kids pe-wee football team so our families where very close. I left for college when I was 18 and came back home full time now (22, Mrs. Brown 45) my last semester of my senior year to do a internship in the area. It was lonely back home since all my friends are gone at school and my parents travel a lot for there company. So one day when I came home from my internship Mrs. Brown was also outside we chatted for a few minutes about my internship and she asked my plans and I said nothing tonight I’m home alone, and for some reason I said feel free to stop by! Since she was also home alone.

A Fantasy come alive… sortof [MF] [MCtrl]

A gonewild girl asked for someone to write a story based on her sexual fantasy. I thought.. huhh, why not? So I spent a few hours and came up with this story based on what she told me. I hope you all like it!
https://docs.google.com/document/d/16b8TScQYiEJ-mxasF6snk7CG6texIZMe3sshSAsihMc

A night to remember Part 3 [MMFFF]

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A night to remember Part 2 [MMFFF] from eroticliterature

I sat beside Alex and watched as Lisa slid her hands around Tricia’s back, to rub her hands over her belly. Julia stood in front of her, her hands rubbing her neck, shoulders, and breasts. Water sluiced over all three of them, the dual shower heads in the standing shower of our bathroom spraying warm water over them. Tricia had her head tilted back, her lips parted slightly in pleasure, as the two women rubbed their hands over her body. I’d pulled the standing doors off the shower to open it up, and water pelted out, but we’d covered the toilet and floor in towels to absorb the water. Tricia moaned lightly as Lisa’s hands found their way between her legs, rubbing back and forth across her thighs, and slowly began to move down as she crouched. Julia’s hands continued to wander her upper body, her motions smooth and delicate, barely touching, roaming her hands down Tricia’s arms, then back up to her chest and neck.

A night to remember [MMFFF]

I’ve been writing stories like these for a while now, at least a few years. I’d only ever sent them to my wife, kind of a way to help with foreplay and get her motor running, but this was the exception. While TDY for a few months back in 2013, I wrote this over the span of a night. It’s turned into one of my wife’s favorites, and I’ve shared it with a few close friends since. While certain aspects of this story comes from past experiences my wife and I have had with a few friends, the story itself is original. All the names have been changed. Let me know what you think!

Sometimes you dream of a fantasy, and wake excited, the thoughts, images, and sometimes feelings transitioning between dream and reality. Sometimes it feels so real, you wake hard, or wet, wanting nothing more than for someone to relieve the pressure building between your legs. Sometimes these fantasies are things you have done, or things you’ve imagined doing. Maybe you’ve seen it in a film, or read it in a book, maybe seen it in a porno. For most, fantasies that you dream of will rarely come true, unless you actively pursue them, set things up to work out the dream. Sometimes things just naturally work out, and something you never expected to happen falls into your lap, and you just go with the flow. For a rare few, they have friends or a significant other that are open to helping them fulfil fantasy, to make a dream a reality.

Five Years of Film School Stories: Fucking the girl I was seeing while her roommate watched. [MFF]

Well, long time reader but I finally decided to share. I went to college in one of the flyover states and then moved out to LA for graduate film school, which was quite the culture shock for a guy like me. That was five years ago. I recently moved back home for a less dramatic life, but have plenty of stories from those five years to share. So, without further ado, here we go.

First, about me. I’m white, 6′ 3″, dark hair, athletic build (I’ve been told I have a “swimmer’s body”), and have an above-average cock. I’m not the most handsome guy in the universe, but people seem to find me attractive enough, so that works for me.

Anyway, this first story is about the girl I started seeing, Rachel, and her freaky roommate, Robin. Rachel was a girl defined by her smile. It was wide and sexy and she knew exactly when to flash it to make a guy feel like a million dollars. She was tall, taller than most girls I had gotten with, at 5’11”. She had these long legs that just kept going and going, a high and plump ass, and small, perky tits. She was dark skinned with big brown eyes and shoulder length hair. A directing student, we met when I pitched her an idea I had for a short film (I was a screenwriter) and we hit things off. We both adored nerdy-ass shows that got cancelled too early and drinking too much on weeknights. Sex came easy between us.

Playing from a distance [F], [M], [public]

A vendor had invited me to a baseball game. I was going to be one of twenty or so guests at PNC Park, a park that I had caught a game or two in the past. I would have maybe five minutes of face time with the vendor and then I would be able to either make small talk with some professional and press colleagues or catch a decent game.

Pittsburgh was a city that I had visited a few times and I had gotten to know it well enough. I could find the ballpark from my downtown hotel and I knew where the good pancakes are located. And since I first posted in this sub-reddit, I also picked up a friend from the area. Monica had PM’ed me and we bounced back and forth. She had fantasies of giving up control and I had the ability to give her ways to more fully live her life. This was not a daily banter, but an occasional e-mail exchange. She made me smile and I evidently improved her orgasms. That was, in my opinion, a fair trade.

Devoured, part 2 [ff][nc][anal][tentacles][fantasy][impregnation][snuff][blood]

I’m not sure how long my creature kept me inside him. My memories faded as my brain grew soggy from the oxytocin and the orgasms. Unlike human cocks, the tentacles never failed to perform. Mostly because there was always another tentacle. I spent days turning from swollen head to swollen head. I never went hungry, in fact my stomach was nearly always full of delicious cum. At first, I worried that the creature’s womb would become a horrendous cesspit—what goes in must come out. Luckily, my creature was of the “waste not, want not” attitude. I grew to enjoy the pleasant suction in my ass and at my pisshole. Somehow my creature always sensed my body’s needs. As my babies grew within me, the tentacles began to pay less attention to me sexually. I didn’t mind; after all, I had work to do. I had to save my energy for my babies.

The hottest sex of my [30/F] life, with my husband’s best friend [30M][MFM] [slight cuckold][detailed]

Hello all, it’s my first time sharing as I’ve never really had a sex story worth sharing until now, but here goes!

I’m Michelle, I’m 30 years old and have been married for 5 years. My husband Bryan is an an engineer for a large private military contractor so we have had to move several times over the last few years. I’ve always been kind of a hopeless romantic type. I’m an english teacher and an avid writer, though I have not been able to work during the last two years because of our moves.

Our sex life has dwindled starting from about the time we got married. We have both only had two partners in our life times. In fact, my only other partner was someone I was with twice while Bryan and I were broken up for a couple months just after college. I have a huge sexual….imagination…but have never quite explored many of the things I’d like to. I’ve always been sort of a quiet type who is just waiting for someone to bring the inner animal out of me but unfortunately my husband is similar so we’ve always been a bit timid together.

[Str8] [FM] [BD] Sharing Our Kinkiest Fantasies

Your friend, Beth sat cross-legged on an iron bench pulled up to the patio table. You sat across sipping on ice-cold Peach tea. You probably hated peach tea, but Beth always served it and so far, you’d never complained. across from you. Warm, two overhead fans kept you both cool. She wore a straight blue skirt that fell just above her knees and tight pink cotton button blouse that looked almost too small to confine her full breasts. “You want to share our kinkiest fantasies?” she said and then bit her lower lip. Her eyes twinkled as if she were living out the fantasy in her mind as she sat there.

Lake Fantasy [MF][Public]

It’s fitting that my journey has taken me back here to this place. In many ways, the lake has been the place where I have learned so much about myself. But that’s a story for another day. Today, the story is sitting right behind me on my jetski as we race down the water’s smooth surface. The story is wearing a tiny little pink bikini and a ski vest and has her arms wrapped around my waist while holding onto the buckles in the front of my ski vest. I’ve always loved the feeling of having the wind in my face when I’m screaming down the waterway, but today the wind is the second best feeling I am experiencing. The best feeling is her arms around me and her head pressed into the base of my neck between my shoulder blades. Every once in a while I’ll feel a strand of her long blonde hair strike me in the cheek or jaw like a little stinging whip. I can smell her shampoo. It’s a sunny day without a single cloud in the sky. The springtime coolness has given way to summer warmth, but it’s still early enough that there’s no grimy humidity, so the air produces tiny goosebumps on our flesh as we barrel down the shoreline. The late afternoon sun is shining straight into my eyes, but if I squint, I can make out enough details among the coves to help me find my way. I’m looking for something. Not exactly some THING, but some situation. She’s going to help me live out a fantasy today.