[F+/M+, college, exh, org] DIRTY CHEERLEADERS COME CLEAN – College cheerleaders find out that the shower in their locker room is broken. However, the shower in the boy’s locker room works…

There were five of us on our college cheerleading squad.

We were really working up a sweat practicing all afternoon, while the football team was doing their practice, too. We all finished up at about the same time, and we girls hit the locker room.

Just then, our coach informed us that the showers didn’t work! We were drenched in sweat and desperately needed to get clean and fresh. “Well, the boys’ shower works across the hall. I’m sure they won’t mind,” she replied in fun, then left the locker room. We could hear the running water across the way.

“I’m almost ready to do it, I’m so sweaty!” said Paulette. “Well, why not?” replied Monica. “Why not? I’m not showering with a bunch of guys!” I said.

Monica turned to me and said “Well, you can do what you want, but I’m gonna get clean anyway I know-how. Besides, aside from a couple of minor body differences, we’re all the same, so what’s the big deal? Come on, Red, you got nothing to be ashamed of.”

My nickname was “Red” because of my red hair and freckles against my pale, white skin.

Persephone and Hades (m/f)

I stared at the creature standing before me, my hazel green eyes wide with disbelief. It’s skin was the colour of spoiled meat; a pale fleshy mass mottled with light green and brown flecks that appeared marshmallow-esque and squishy to the touch. It had a light coating of downy fur covering its spindly body and thin tendrils of black, stringy hair that hung from it’s mangy head and fell to about halfway down its protruding ribcage. It’s dark eyes watched me curiously, deep ruby red in colour. It had no irises, just the glossy cornea that somehow managed to stare into the very depths of my petrified soul. It shivered slightly at the droplets of water still clinging to its skeletal body, and I couldn’t take my eyes away from the monstrosity it presented, sprawled naked across the dew-kissed grass of my backyard as it was.

“A fairy!?” I repeated harshly, my eyebrows nearly climbing my forehead. “You’re a… A fucking… FAIRY!?”

A Wendigo, or a rake, or even a skinwalker would have been my guess… But a FAIRY? That wouldn’t even have crossed my mind.  

The Hotwife – part 1 [mf] [hotwife] [wife sharing] [sharing] [bj] [oral]

“Go to him, darling”, he commands me softly and then he kisses my shoulder tenderly. My lips turn up in a shy smile and I do as I am told, like the good girl that I am. He likes me when I am obedient, and I love it when he praises me for how well behaved I am.

With a last look towards my Master and an approving nod from him, I start walking slowly towards the man sited in the armchair across the room. He is tall, I can see that even if he’s sitting down. Fit body for a 50yo man. The room is shrouded in semi-darkness, but I know from earlier this evening that his hair has only the barest hint of grey in it and his eyes are the greenest of green. He is looking at me intently now, watching me coming to him and I remember how intense his gaze is. That’s the first thing that drew me to him. His amazing, penetrating green eyes.

Unexpected Shower BJ [mf] [bj] [oral]

*Why is it so much light in here*? I ask myself, opening my eyes, confused. Like usual, I am all wrapped up in the bedsheet, laying on my front, spread eagle in the centre of the bed with the pillows scattered all around me. *This is strange* I contemplate, looking around the room. It is a lot brighter than I was expecting. I sleepily turn my head to the bedside table, where my alarm clock is. *Holy shit, fuck! It’s late.*

I jump out of bed and immediately fall on my hands and knees since my feet are tangled in the bedsheet. This proves to be a good thing, in the end. It gives me the opportunity to find probably the only clean t-shirt in the house, under the bed. I take it out, smell it and, content that it still, vaguely, smells of laundry detergent, I put it on in a hurry, not even caring that it’s with the back to the front. I run through the bedroom door and burst through the, slightly open, bathroom door in a hurry to take the fastest shower in human history. I only manage to take one step inside when my feet freeze on the spot.

A little too close to home? or is it?

I was younger when I first found my attraction to older men. In hind sight it was probably just an extension of my hypersexuality but back then I had no idea what it was or even how to control it. I was in my teens and my mom had gotten remarried to a super nice guy named Tom. Unfortunately, Tom had a complete asshole son Derek, that lived with him. Derek and I were in many of the same classes together including home room where he sat right behind me. He always made fun of me through my more plump and awkward years and as I never forgot about that. As I grew out of that phase I slimmed up, began running and developed a pair of attitudes that seemed to attract quite a bit of attention… especially from my stepdad Tom.

A Primal Instinct [MF][strangers][creampie][risky][public]

I spotted him from across the park, and a sudden, inexplicable desire to have him developed inside me. I don’t even know his name – I didn’t need to. All I needed was the feeling of him ramming into me. His toned body, on display for the whole world to see, called to me like no other. Okay – he wasn’t naked, but he had his shirt off. I liked what I saw, and all I could hope is that he liked what I had to offer as well. I imagined his gaze all over me, taking in my eyes that are the colour of honey, my full lips that demand attention, my golden brown hair that’s down to my shoulders, my perky tits and pointed nipples, my shapely hips, and my long legs. I imagined him feeling my lips brush against his cock as he desperately waits for me to wrap them around his length…

[MF] Punk Rock, DMT, and Meeting The Love of My Life

So Before I continue my stories about Anais, I wanted to tell y’all the story about how I [20M] met my girlfriend Valentina [19F].

This ones got hella backstory so I’ll give those who are in a rush a little *************** to point em to the fun parts.

I met Valentina a couple months before I met Gertrude, my toxic ex from my last story. All the time I think about how nice it would have been, and how much shit we would’ve all avoided if I had just gotten together with Valentina before I met Gertrude, but that’s not what happened.

I met Valentina at this crazy local punk mecca that for anonymity’s sake I’ll just call the shithole. Now the shithole is an abandoned building in the middle of this empty industrial lot. It started as a place where a bunch of crusties used to squat but slowly over time it grew, and now the bottom floor is a makeshift venue for shitty local punk bands to play, and the upstairs is split between this sick anarchist zine library and a room with a bunch of couches people crash on that they call a hostel.

[MT] Pegged by a transman firefighter – part 2

We did not, upon that revelation, start fucking immediately. We hung out a few more times, getting to know one another more intimately, and he got me to open up about some of the hetero-flexible fumbling I had attempted, and he was patient enough to educate me about his life and identity.

We had sort of abandoned the part of the conversation about our feelings for one another until it came roaring back after a few stiff, late night drinks at his place one night.

We were on martini number 4(?)5(?), when he slurred, “You are totally queer for me, aren’t you? You totally want to see what’s between my legs, don’t you.” He always had a pretty bawdy sense of humor, so I just let it slide and sort of giggled, “Whatever, man – you’re wasted.”

Then, the mask fell, and he got serious and intense. “Why can’t you just admit it? You’ll still be you, even if you’re a fag.” He had hit something there – I was so sure that being intimate with him was going to destroy some piece of my identity. But I knew then that he was right. I did want him, and, more importantly, I was falling for him.

There’s Something in the Water Chapter 5 [MF] [inc] [cheat]

*I’ve written this story through chapter 19. The novel is complete.* *All chapters are available on my website. You can find the link in my Reddit profile if you’re interested. Or if can’t find the link there, you can search for “RawlyRawls subscribestar” 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/hkqfii/theres_something_in_the_water_chapter_1_mf_inc/)

[Chapter 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/hunp8c/theres_something_in_the_water_chapter_2_mf_inc/)

[Chapter 3](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/i3kyqr/theres_something_in_the_water_chapter_3_mf_inc/)

[Chapter 4 Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ihrz45/theres_something_in_the_water_chapter_4_part_1_mf/)

[Chapter 4 Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ihrzrg/theres_something_in_the_water_chapter_4_part_2_mf/)

“Have you been staying away from your sister?” Susy closed Patrick’s bedroom door softly. She turned to Patrick, who sat pulling on his long thing on his bed. To think she had been so worried about walking in on her eighteen-year-old son not long ago. She knew how teenage boys were with their hormones. But now, she almost sort of hoped she’d catch him with his penis in his hands.

“We haven’t had sex again.” Patrick looked up at his beautiful mother. It was true that Sally hadn’t let him stick it in her since the incident at the church. But she had taken to giving him clandestine blowjobs when Susy was otherwise occupied. His redheaded sister would murmur and shudder as she gulped down Patrick’s seed.

A Rough Day and Night (M/F, wrestling, domination, teasing, knockouts)

A Rough Day (and Night) {M/F, fiction, brutal, knockouts}

I yanked the front door closed behind me. It slammed shut and I trudged through the entry way, emerging into the living room. Elena sat curled up on the couch, a book in her lap. She looked up with a smile.

“Hey, baby,” she said, putting her book on the small, black coffee table in front of her. I grunted in reply and collapsed face first onto the couch. I felt her hand run through my hair.

“Rough day at work?” she asked, gently massaging my scalp.

“Yeah,” I replied, taking a deep breath and rolling onto my back. I put my head in Elena’s lap. She leaned down and kissed me on the lips.

“You’re really tense,” she said, a concerned look spreading over her face as she started to gently massage my traps.

A short, bitter laugh burst my lips. “Yeah – I’m tense. You know that case I’ve been working on for the last two weeks?”

Elena nodded, listening intently.