First time we did anal starts about two weeks before we actually did it. We dabbled in some toys, foreplay, and occasionally if there was enough attention given, he would pull out and cum in my ass which is such a turn on I’m having a hard time typing it. The whole plan had me working up to it on my own. I’ll just come right out and say it, anal anything was a deal breaker for me. My boyfriend was the first and only person to do anything to my ass. I loved it. The right setting, mood, and most importantly, the right person, can make all the difference in the world. Because of that I now know I can have intense, blackout inducing, squirting orgasms from anal sex. So, for a little over two weeks I was masturbating after he left for work. We have a big shower with a bench and two detachable shower heads. My technique to help get me ready is fairly simple and I’m sure I’m not the only one who does it.
Tag: Fisting
The first time I [M] made my girlfriend [GF] atm squirt hard[FM]
My mom takes business trips multiple times every year and is gone for about a week each time. So I basically bring my ex girlfriend to “live with me”, when she’s away. I take her to eat and we come back home to watch a movie in my bed, I have no idea what it was. She gets on top of me and we start making out. Mid kissing she takes off her underwear. Then I roughly flip her on her back to eat out her pussy. I’m a dom so while I’m sucking on her clit and pinching her nipple, I decide to fist her tight pussy. After a few seconds I hear gushing while she’s moaning, “ooooh fuck”, and pull my hand out to see that it’s dripping wet. I look at my bed and the entire side of my bed is soaked. So I do it again and the same thing happens, but this time I keep going and she’s screaming for me to stop. Meanwhile she’s continuously nonstop squirting in my bed. After we’re done she tells me that she’s never squirted before. So I get to keep my streak of every woman I have sex with squirts
The Haunting of Palmer Mansion Chapter 6.5 [MF] [inc] [cheat]
*I’ve written this story through chapter 23. All chapters are available on my website. You can find the link in my Reddit profile if you’re interested. 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/e4j43f/the_haunting_of_palmer_mansion_chapter_1_mf_inc/)
[Chapter 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/e50w0w/the_haunting_of_palmer_mansion_chapter_2_mf_inc/)
[Chapter 3](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/e98v9l/the_haunting_of_palmer_mansion_chapter_3_mf_inc/)
[Chapter 4](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ebh0qr/the_haunting_of_palmer_mansion_chapter_4_mf_inc/)
[Chapter 5](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ej3wo1/the_haunting_of_palmer_mansion_chapter_5_mf_inc/)
[Chapter 5.5](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ej3xo4/the_haunting_of_palmer_mansion_chapter_55_mf_inc/)
[Chapter 6](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ewqsoi/the_haunting_of_palmer_mansion_chapter_6_mf_inc/)
Daniel burst in the front door after school. His sister still trudged up the front walk behind him. “Mom?” He walked into the entry room and looked around. Something caught his eye to the left. Something white on the floor outside the locked door. He walked over to it and looked down. Drawn on the floor in white power was a crude bird with an arrow in its claw.
“What’s that?” Brittney walked up next to her brother and looked down.
“That will rid us of our little ghost, problem. Supposedly.” George descended the stairs and looked down at his kids. “There’s a few of those symbols around the house. Don’t disturb them or face the wrath of your mother.”
Cabinmate [MF] [Romantic]
Testing the waters with some of my freestyle poetirotica. Let me know if you want more!
Fuck
My phone slipped out of my hand and clattered onto the floor
I must have fallen asleep
It vibrated abrasively against the wood, alerting me to…
No way. No way. No way. It’s her.
I fumble with my phone
Unlock the screen
Open Snapchat
A pink ghost…
I can feel my heart racing
I know it could be anything
Her flawless face fills my screen –
those starry eyes, strawberry hair, and:
“Almost there baby, see you soon…”
I can’t believe it. Finally.
I’ve been waiting so impossibly long for this moment
I slide off the couch
Pull on my t-shirt
Stand up and move to the fireplace
My hands work quickly to build a flame in the hearth
While my mind works even faster –
I can’t believe this is actually finally happening.
How long has it been?
I work to recount the events leading up to this night…
The flights, the countless messages, pictures, video calls
Not to mention building this cabin, thinking only of one other to help fill it
The sleepless nights wondering how this very night would play out
… and I can’t imagine a more perfect setting
Morning Hook up at the Bathhouse MT
I was done with a meeting early, and near the East Bay bath house and my Transsexual lover Kayla. I texted her to see if she could meet me soon; she could make it around 11AM.
The place completely was empty when I got there a little after 10AM; just the Latino attendants. I chatted with them for a bit at the counter, while only wearing a towel around my waist and my hardon tenting out. As we talked, I used my poor Spanish, to learn that they
They have seen me in there before, and I am kind of a legend there for my times in the sex swing. I was really hard now, and I could see that a couple of the attendants were erect too; no hooking up between staff and guests, so I went to the steam bath to warm up and stretch until Kayla arrived.
She found me slowly rubbing myself in tree pose in the hot moist air of the steam bath. We kissed the she entered, then went out to the infamous sex sling, my favorite feature of this place (that and the glory hole rooms).
I try hard to seduce a nerdy guy who once had a crush on me, and finally succeed [FM]
I’m on winter break from college, and feeling frisky. I go back to school soon but would like to sneak in another notch on my belt before leaving. There’s this boy… Kyle, he’s online, I send him a message. Kyle has always had a crush on me. He’s nerdy, very shy, kind of chubby, short, ginger red head, freckles but very nice guy. I think he’s in love with me. He sent me a note in 8th grade to be his girlfriend, I said no
:( but today could be his lucky day. I ask if he wants to hangout today.
I’m Robin, 20, a sorority girl, white, sweedish cheek bones, 5’7, 140 lbs, blonde, hour glass figure, big booty, long athletic legs, size 8, 36 B cup, large ghost nipples, shaved pussy. I’ve been told I look like Lindsey Vonn or Hilary Duff.
[FM] Fucking a stranger for his bed
At the end of my third year of university my girlfriends Katie and Larissa were both moving out of our flat. Katie’s parents owned the place and since I had no roommates, I couldn’t afford the rent alone. They found some people interested in the place, but it had to be empty. I was not looking forward to living at home again since I had already moved out and on with my life. One the eve of Katie and Larissa leaving, we decided to hit the clubs one last time. Before the night even started, I knew I was going home with someone. I had met Adam once or twice, but they were such fleeting moments that we could barely remember them. Larissa reintroduced us and we immediately hit it off. We practically spent the entire night attached at the hip, chatting and having a good time. After some dancing which led to kissing, he asked if I wanted to go back to his place. I couldn’t have said yes faster. I don’t know if that made me look too eager, but to be honest I was. He distracted me so well on the way to his place (more kissing and petting) that when we got out of the taxi, I realized we were back at school. He lived in the halls on campus and said that they weren’t allowed visitors past 10pm so we had to be quiet. We finally make it to his room and onto his single bed.
Math grad student is surprisingly experienced [FM]
(set in the early 2000s, before hooking up apps existed, and chat rooms were all the rage)
Ashley really didn’t like this conversation. She was sitting in a local college bar with the other math grad and doctoral students from the university. Even though there was a much bigger city nearby that most of the students from her school would go to so they could revel with the students from the much larger university located there, the bar was packed. They were towards the back of the bar; the noise was loud but not deafening.
Ashley wouldn’t normally come out drinking, but midterms had just finished, and she had a particularly hard one in Partial Differential Equations. God that class was hard, like rethink getting a PhD in mathematics hard. She agreed to join them and had ordered a girly drink, but now she regretted coming.
“Seven” said Miranda with a chuckle, her large breasts shook to join her large tummy. “Another prime number!” responded Ethan, he had said five. They were all past tipsy, but not quite drunk. “Wooo” said Mark, high fiving Ethan. Mark had been the only broken double digits with eleven, another prime. That made sense, Mark was really hot, especially for someone involved in math. Ashley had answered “x” when asked and when probed confessed “x is greater than 0”. She really didn’t want to say it was actually one.
I Wish I Could Remember You [str8 mf] [non/dub-con]
“I wish I could remember you,” I think, “Maybe then this wouldn’t hurt so much.”
At least that’s what you keep whispering roughly into my ear. One of your tattooed hands is covering my mouth. The other is slowly, steadily unbuttoning the top to my silky pajama blouse.
The lamp on my bedside table casts a faint orange glow, giving me just enough light to pay attention to the tattoos on your hands; a black beaded rosary on your wrist, two detailed skulls with a bride’s veil and a groom’s top hat kissing on the backside of your hand, and letters on your knuckles.
Wait.
Not just any letters.
J. A. D. E.
…my name.
My eyes grow wide, my heart beats faster, and I scream hard into your hand as I try to pull away.
I feel a sharp, threatening pull on my hair.
“I wish you could remember me, Jade, then maybe this wouldn’t be so hard” you spin me around on my bed so I’m facing you as you’re standing. This is the first time tonight I’ve been able to see your face.
The Bigamist Part 3 [FF, FFF]
Synopsis:
Karl was a chef with two successful restaurants, one in LA and one in Seattle. He would commute between the two businesses and stay a week at each site, before returning to the other. Karl bought a house in each city, but the only problem was that each of those houses had a wife and children living in them. Karl was caught on phone camera with his LA wife, Anna, and the Seattle wife, Julie, found it, reporting it to police.
Karl eventually received seventeen months in prison for bigamy, but when Julie and Anna met, they found each other’s company supportive and soon, very loving. While Karl was in prison, Julie sold the Seattle house and took her three children to LA, moving in with Anna.
They had been together for nearly a year. Their children getting along like all siblings but, with two moms and an absent father, they had developed stronger and closer relationships. Julie and Anna franchised the Seattle and LA restaurants and opened other franchises in San Francisco and San Diego. Business was good, and there were more restaurants being planned.