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Demonstration

She couldn’t wait to talk to her lover via video chat, it had been far too long. She was excited to show him the new toy she bought and all the practice she’d been doing.

The video chat rang a few times and suddenly his face appeared, smiling as always, happy to see her. His eyes were bright and his face was scruffy with well beyond a 5 o’clock shadow; just the way she always begged him to keep his facial hair. They exchanged the usual niceties and checked in on how the other was doing with life and work. Nothing out of the ordinary had transpired for either of them.

“Well, let me see it then.” He quickly stated as he wanted to guide their conversation toward the intended destination and desire. She was laying on her belly on the bed and giggled, as her excitement often claimed the better of her. She leaned down into her bedside table and removed the silicone suction cup dildo. A few months prior she had confessed to him how badly she wanted one so that she might be able to practice deepthroating. All the other toys she owned just weren’t pliable enough to suck and force down the natural curve of her throat to ultimately gag herself. He oohed and aahed to amuse her girlish delight and encouraged her to show him her progress. Read more »

Cougar Bang [lengthy; old/young; college; twisted]

By JK Jones

My first year at State College I lived in the study dorm, where I became best friends with Frank, a freshman who actually grew up here in Riverville. That was convenient because rather than use the small and almost useless vendor washer and driers in the dorm basement, we both packed our dirty laundry into duffle bags, and every two weeks I was able to hang out at his house while I washed and dried.

I tried to keep my eyes off of Jocelyn, Frank’s mother, during my stay there, because to otherwise caused me to develop an instant hard on. She was a tall, curvy, brown-haired woman with lovely tan legs, a firm-looking ass that jiggled in the shorts she usually wore, and really large, pendulous breasts with nipples that destroyed any bra that tried to hold them down. She was pretty in an older woman kind of way, with a wide brow, big blue eyes, always made up with eye shadow and mascara, a pert little nose, and a wide smile, which, along with her knowing wink, was about all I ever saw coming from her, emotion-wise. Read more »

Suspended Fantasy

I’m just leaving work and my phone pings:
“You leaving work?”
How such a simple question can hit me like a bolt of electricity, I do no know. But fuck, I love when you show me how well you know my day, especially when I’m pretty sure I know what’s coming next…
“Yes, sir.”
“Good. Come here.”

I hop into my car, hands a little shaky with excitement. I head over to your place eagerly looking forward to seeing you. “The door is unlocked” pings to my phone as I turn onto your street.

I quietly open the door, locking it behind me. I slide into your room, and you’re laid out on your bed, looking right at me. I freeze, caught between fear and arousal. You get up from the bed and head over to me, all confident and strong in your movement. You gently brush some hair back behind my ear before balling your hand up into a fist that’s full of my hair right at the nape of my neck. Read more »

Mary’s Adventure, Part 5.5 of 6 [FFM]

Part 1 is [here.](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/e1nckz/marys_adventure_part_1_of_6_fm/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)

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It didn’t take much convincing to get Alberto to join us back at our towel after the two bullies went their own way, finding themselves low on ammunition. Gina was more insistent that he join us than I was, though I certainly didn’t mind. I laid back on the towel to resume my tanning while Gina and Alberto became acquainted. Gina was quietly flirting with him, clearly interested in our new friend on a purely physical level. In the mean time, I let my mind wander to our kiss. He hadn’t been as passionate or as skilled as R, but it had been more personal. Maybe it was just because I knew Alberto’s name, but R’s kiss was beautifully urgent and filled with lust, like something out of a movie, but Alberto’s had been phenomenally real, searching for meaning and fulfillment. Like apples and oranges, there was no way for me to say which one I enjoyed more. There was definitely an allure to Alberto’s style that left me longing to explore it further. Read more »

Blowjob on the Bus [oral; CIM; friends; public]

By JK Jones

My bestie Jill was having problems with her car. Like me, she was a broke part-time college student, with a part-time shit job, and no reliable transportation. She moonlighted cleaning houses sometimes, on her days off from school and working as a waitress at the Peppermill near campus. One day she texted and asked if I was busy. It was my day off from my own drudge job as a line chef at that same fine dining establishment, so I told her I wasn’t busy. Turns out she had to go clean a house on the other side of town and was going to need to take a city bus, and would I mind coming along and hanging with her today, since she didn’t want to ride the bus alone. “I’ll totally make it worth your while” she also texted.

Jill is a little hottie, a petite brunette, maybe 5’1” at most, and not over 90 pounds soaking wet. I just adored her legs and ass, and didn’t mind that she was flat chested, because she was so fucking cute, with her flashing blue eyes and little pixie nose and full mouth smile. We were best friends, and of course I had always wanted to be more than that, but she’d had a boyfriend for like forever. So we just flirted a lot at work, and texted back and forth a lot at other times. Read more »

[M]y B[F] Makes me his Slave for a Day

I promised I would share this story with everyone after my creampie one so here it is!

So as a result of forcing my bf to creampie me and him momentarily thinking that I was an absolute lunatic I told him I would give him a day where he could do whatever he wanted to me, within certain limits. I limited him to only using a few fingers max for anal play as this was before I had actually tried real anal. I told him he couldn’t do anything that was bound to get me seen by people or arrested. And then of course we generally understand not to go way outside of either of our interests because there would be no point. We originally had planned to give him the whole weekend but realized that was unrealistic and so we said it would just be one whole day. But then we realized that my bf doesn’t have a tiny dick and so I wouldn’t enjoy anything after a few hours, even with lube. And so we settled on “something roughly like a day” to leave it up in the air. Read more »

She insisted she could suck cock better than her mother.

By J.K. Jones

Grumpy Pete was sitting at his kitchen table on the top floor of his shabby split level house, eating a plate of microwaved ravioli, and dunking some white bread into the orange sauce. Across the room, the television was set on an Oldies-But-Goldies station, and something that looked like black and white 50’s sitcom was flashing on the screen. Grumpy Pete wasn’t paying the muted television much mind. He was focused on scooping ravioli on his bread, and keeping the shit off his shirt as he ate.

There was a light knock on the stair bannister, and a platinum blonde head of big hair popped over the rail. It was Vanity, the daughter of Pete’s slutty MILF tenant Dorothy, who lived downstairs in the small two bedroom mother-in-law apartment. Dorothy was a fortyish busty whore, literally, who worked part time at a bingo parlor and as a waitress, but spent most of her time conducting happy-ending massage in her bedroom downstairs, and by that, Pete knew she was simply blowing her clients, earning $50 for ten or fifteen minutes of work and three minutes of conversation as she hurried them out of her place, and went to brush her teeth before the next client. Pete had once sat in his window for an afternoon reading a book, and counted nine men leaving Dorothy’s place in one day. Read more »

Welcome Home. [MF][oral]

*As far as travel days go, this one hasn’t been too bad,* I reflected as I waited for my baggage at the carousel. Nice, short flights, reasonable layovers, no running anywhere. And, at the end of it all, I get to see my wonderful husband. I bit my lip thinking about him. We’ve been apart for three weeks and I simply *could not wait* to pounce on him as soon as we got home.

*Thump thump* went the luggage, down onto the belt, and I spotted mine, snagged it, and headed out into the chilly, slightly damp night to meet my husband. He had parked all the way at the end of the arrivals pickup area, and I grinned broadly when he stepped out of the driver’s side door. *He really is the complete package,* I thought to myself. Tall, handsome, hair that would make a Disney prince green with envy. Manual labor had given him some truly fabulous muscles, especially on his arms, shoulders, and back.

We met near the trunk of the car and kissed, hot passion flaring up in my body. It had been *way* too long. He pulled back and grinned at me mischievously. “Let’s get you home,” he said, with a twinkle in his eye. Read more »