Tag: Fisting

Taming the Blue-Haired Punk (A ‘Life is Strange’ Short Story) PART 1 (M/F, Stepdaughter, spanking, fingering)

After being asked by [u/jokerchaos66](https://www.reddit.com/user/jokerchaos66), I present to you my first foray into erotica writing. Let me know what you think, all feedback helps.

And just in case, the characters are over 18. Now, please enjoy!

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David turned off the computer and rubbed his temple. None of the ‘How to Get Along with Your Teenage Daughter’ articles he’d read had worked. He’d tried talking about her music, worked with her to fix her truck, and a myriad other things, but the girl kept arguing and insulting and trying to start a fight.

Joyce said Chloe was going through some stuff. David said Chloe was a cunt.

And now he heard her upstairs, music as loud as it could get to hide whatever she and that girl were up to – smoking, drinking, drugs, whatever it was, he needed to put a stop to it.

*But what else can I try?* David asked himself. He’d tried talking to her about it – shouted, even – but she refused to budge. He tried telling her the dangers of substance abuse, to reprimand her, even ground her, but nothing worked. With a heavy sigh he made his way upstairs. Joyce was at work, so it was his duty to keep the girl from waking up the neighbors. Read more »

Girl can’t choose between me and my friend, I say why not both? Non-Fiction, [MFM]

All my stories have some preamble, I just like re-living the situations that led to the sexy events as well as the event. If you don’t care much for my descriptions and preamble, there’s a “>>>Sexy Story begins here” line. Names have been changed.

I haven’t gone into my appearance much, just in case anyone is curious I’ll try to describe myself here. If you don’t care, skip this section and I’ll describe my friends in the next two sections. By the time this story takes place, I’d given up on my teenage gothiness and had embraced my long blond hair and burgeoning blond beard metalhead self. I’ve been told I have very blue eyes, and I’m tallish at 6’1. I’ve always kept some weight on, bit of an eternal dad bod I suppose.

This takes place shortly after I turned 20. I had two friends, a (21F) girl we’ll call Sandra, who was a thick and shapely 5’4 girl with enormous tits (her bra size was a G), long wavy brown hair, bright green eyes and a cute little ass. She would always wear really revealing tops, and everyone at school was always speculating how much of her perk and cleavage was natural and how much was just a really good, expensive bra. Sandra would work construction during the summer as a labour hand, and she always looked firm and fit. Read more »

Its been a while…

Its been about 6 months since someone slid into me. Works been busy, but sitting there for that long not having any thing or anyone started to become unbearable. I needed it, I wanted it anything from anyone so naturally you download tinder. There he was waiting patiently for me to screw him, conversation started out like normal hey, hi, how are you…. And I absolutely hate it. Just fuck me give me an address and be there on the couch or chair waiting naked for me to mount. Eventually I got it, he lived in a rv area which is perfectly fine, more people to hear me scream.. Which is exactly what I did. I hadn’t had anything for so long everything was so tight and its not like he waited for me to be wet. I showed up and instantly he had me undress and on all fours, hair tied up into a ponytail. His hands wrapped around my hips while he pushed his way into me making me moan and scream for him to stop, felt like the first time I started to bleed but he kept going. Thrust after thrust it became tolerable he started getting rougher. Took a chunk of my hair into his hands ripping my head backwards telling me that I’m just some whore who likes to get fucked (which naturally he is right) once he said that though I came down his dick. He moved on to my ass which also felt like he was just tearing it apart. I loved every second of it, his hips smashing into my ass, spitting down me so he had an easier time sliding into my ass. The tears that rolled down my face were all from pleasure and he knew it as his hand met my cheek with a good smack. I moved forward in surprise thinking that he really didnt do that. But he did and he didn’t like that I moved off his dick. As punishment he had me lay on the edge of the bed until the blood rushed to my head and then shoved his cock into my throat. Continued smacking me with both his hands and sloppy wet dick that was covered in my spit. His balls kept hitting my head but he didn’t care, eventually his balls moved further into my face has his dick reached the back of my throat.. The smell of them was terrible but made me soaked, he reached forward to feel my pussy and all of its wetness. Playing with my clit slowly to begin with getting more and more aggressive until he made his way into me with a few fingers. First 2 and then 4, ending up with a whole fist in me. You could smell the iron in the air while he forced more of his hand down my pussy, I couldn’t help but cum again.

First Time Tying Up My Coworker FWB [MF]

Hello! Sorry for the little break, been busy with work and now quitting said job to focus on other things. So I’ll be able to provide more content on a regular basis! Hope you like the story for today.

So, my coworker and I have been fucking around for a few months now. We’ve fooled around at work and even fucked at work, but now we took our “activities” outside of work. I text her, “Hey. Do you want to come over?” It was early in the morning, cold since we were in the middle of winter.

*”Do you want me to wear anything special?*”, she replied.

I thought about it and text her back, “Anything easy to take off. ;)”

*”Okay Daddy. ;)”*, she replied back.

I laid back down in my bed scrolling on my phone waiting for her to come over and soon, I heard her car pull up and a little after that a knock on my door. I got out of bed and opened the door. As the door opened I could see her pretty face, her red hair, freckled face, and blue eyes. She was wearing a large beige wool coat and she walked inside as I held the door open for her. I was a little surprised she was wearing such a big coat and I sat on the bed. Read more »

[MF] [ech] [mast] JACKING OFF FOR GIRLS – An erotic essay about how I like to jack off for girls ever since I was a teen. It’s something of a CFNM fetish. Wanking Literotica.

**You can view full the illustrated version of JERKING OFF FOR GIRLS at** [https://eroticprose.com/](https://eroticprose.com/)

Back in the day when ff.net allowed erotic stories like these, one reviewer wanted to know more about why & how I liked to jack off in front of girls as a teenager. I wrote most of this as a reply to her email, later I expanded it and posted it on a few sites. It’s an essay and not a story but it’s raw and explicit so why not share?

I like to jack off in front of a girl for the rush of adrenaline. It always makes me excited and nervous to know that I’m going to get naked (while she stays clothed) and that I’m going to show her in full my cock and balls and all they and my body go through from the moment my little, soft penis twitches to life to the point when I ejaculate, shivering and shaking for her.

Most boys might be too shy or embarrassed about it, fearing they might be humiliated by her but I’d rather let her see what’s going on because, I guess, I’m an exhibitionist and I don’t mind if she laughs or makes fun. Read more »

Beneath my Mask – Diary of a Slut. Chapter 1 [mf] [oral]

We all wear a mask. An image we project to the others, to the people we know and who know us. We wear a mask to fit into society, to get accepted and respected. For them, we are a rising politician, a housewife, a doctor, a cashier at the local Walmart. Those are all good roles, recognized and uncontroversial. We may even have different masks for different groups of people, a diversity of roles for us to play. But most of them are a lie.

Beneath our masks lies our true self. Our true nature is mostly hidden from the outside looks and it only comes out when we are either alone or when we don’t fear any consequences. The politician paints D&D figurines in his basement. The housewife reads every book on serial killers, fascinated by their psychology. The doctor is on a life-long quest to try out as many drugs as he can while off-duty. The cashier spends her evenings writing smutty stories which she is too afraid to ever publish. Read more »

Beneath my Mask – Diary of a Slut. Chapter 1 [MF] [Oral]

We all wear a mask. An image we project to the others, to the people we know and who know us. We wear a mask to fit into society, to get accepted and respected. For them, we are a rising politician, a housewife, a doctor, a cashier at the local Walmart. Those are all good roles, recognized and uncontroversial. We may even have different masks for different groups of people, a diversity of roles for us to play. But most of them are a lie.

Beneath our masks lies our true self. Our true nature is mostly hidden from the outside looks and it only comes out when we are either alone or when we don’t fear any consequences. The politician paints D&D figurines in his basement. The housewife reads every book on serial killers, fascinated by their psychology. The doctor is on a life-long quest to try out as many drugs as he can while off-duty. The cashier spends her evenings writing smutty stories which she is too afraid to ever publish. Read more »

[MF] [rom] BUS STOP – A guy on a crowded bus is forced up behind a cute blonde develops a stonking stiffy. But what happens when they get off at the same stop?

**You can view full the illustrated version of BUS STOP at** [https://eroticprose.com/](https://eroticprose.com/)

When people ask how we met, I smile and reply, “On the bus.”

Of course, I can’t tell them the whole story. June and I look at each other, grin like Cheshire cats, and enjoy our sexy little secret. My first dinner with her parents was embarrassing. I had to think on my feet that night, I can tell you.

We’ve been married nearly two years now, and our first child is on the way. Life is good, and even though we’ve got a reliable car these days, we still take the bus every now and then, just for old time’s sake.

**Car breakdown…**

My car was off the road. It was a clapped out piece of junk that had finally given up the ghost. I was too busy to shop around for a new one, so I was resigned to taking the bus instead.

Mornings were fine. I went in early and the bus was always empty. I could happily read some papers on the journey. But the mass exodus of shoppers and students from the town center made the ride home very uncomfortable. Read more »

Jealous

If being dragged by my arm to our front door doesn’t tell me I’m in trouble then I don’t know what will. He pushes me inside our apartment and he slams the front door. I just stare as he slowly walks towards me so menacingly. “So you like flirting with other guys? Girls? Right in fucking front of me?” I back up as he takes bigger strides towards me. “I wasn’t flirting with them Cal. They asked me a question and I was just responding.”

“A question? Baby girl you had a whole motherfucking conversation. Don’t try to play me, i know what i fucking saw… and don’t think it’s going to go unpunished.” He takes two steps before he’s in my face with his hand around my throat. “Because i will make you regret ever even looking at someone else that isn’t me.”

He squeezes his hand tight around my neck and he whispers in my ear. “You’re mine.” He pushes me onto the couch and he slowly walks around the couch. I quickly scramble off the couch and I get to the other side. A grin takes its place on his face and he bites his bottom lip. “Oh? So you wanna play games? You better fucking run because when i get you… fucking run. Now.” Read more »