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Not a Sound, Pt. 6 (Mf, Cheating, Risky, Clothed)

Emma and I fucked twice more after she had cooked for us, a simple spaghetti dish that satisfied me enough, though it honestly wasn’t a patch on what Kate could rustle up. We chatted for a bit at the dinner table about how she planned to get a job in the parks service when her studies were done and perhaps get her own little apartment in town. No mention is made of what will happen to us when that time comes and that suits me just fine.

The first session after dinner was innocent enough, or at least it started that way. I’d taken the dirty plates from the table and insisted that I wash them seeing as she had cooked. A playful fight had ensued and soon we were gripping each other in another embrace.

It was dangerous enough being in her room and doing what we were doing, so it was perhaps even riskier to do things in the kitchen. With her bent over the sink, and her silk gown hanging off her forearms, I take her. It’s all in the heat of the moment, fast and frantic like it had been at the top of the stairs. Both of our moans fill the kitchen as I slam myself into her, hand curled in a tangle of brown locks to keep her close, sometimes glancing down to watch how her tight ass ripples as my pelvis strikes against it. Read more »

Not a Sound, Pt. 6 (Mf, Cheating, Risky, Clothed)

Emma and I fucked twice more after she had cooked for us, a simple spaghetti dish that satisfied me enough, though it honestly wasn’t a patch on what Kate could rustle up. We chatted for a bit at the dinner table about how she planned to get a job in the parks service when her studies were done and perhaps get her own little apartment in town. No mention is made of what will happen to us when that time comes and that suits me just fine.

The first session after dinner was innocent enough, or at least it started that way. I’d taken the dirty plates from the table and insisted that I wash them seeing as she had cooked. A playful fight had ensued and soon we were gripping each other in another embrace.

It was dangerous enough being in her room and doing what we were doing, so it was perhaps even riskier to do things in the kitchen. With her bent over the sink, and her silk gown hanging off her forearms, I take her. It’s all in the heat of the moment, fast and frantic like it had been at the top of the stairs. Both of our moans fill the kitchen as I slam myself into her, hand curled in a tangle of brown locks to keep her close, sometimes glancing down to watch how her tight ass ripples as my pelvis strikes against it. Read more »

Not a Sound, Pt. 6 (Mf, Cheating, Risky, Clothed)

Emma and I fucked twice more after she had cooked for us, a simple spaghetti dish that satisfied me enough, though it honestly wasn’t a patch on what Kate could rustle up. We chatted for a bit at the dinner table about how she planned to get a job in the parks service when her studies were done and perhaps get her own little apartment in town. No mention is made of what will happen to us when that time comes and that suits me just fine.

The first session after dinner was innocent enough, or at least it started that way. I’d taken the dirty plates from the table and insisted that I wash them seeing as she had cooked. A playful fight had ensued and soon we were gripping each other in another embrace.

It was dangerous enough being in her room and doing what we were doing, so it was perhaps even riskier to do things in the kitchen. With her bent over the sink, and her silk gown hanging off her forearms, I take her. It’s all in the heat of the moment, fast and frantic like it had been at the top of the stairs. Both of our moans fill the kitchen as I slam myself into her, hand curled in a tangle of brown locks to keep her close, sometimes glancing down to watch how her tight ass ripples as my pelvis strikes against it. Read more »

kinky college fuck buddy [FM]

I take a deep breath, pulling the key out of the ignition. My car is parked in his front yard.

*Fuck… Am I making a mistake?*

He opens the front door, his chest bare, glasses held up against his nose. I tilt my head to the side, sending a smile his way. I place my cold hand on his chest, in silence. I begin to take off my shoes, but I barely finish before he hooks his finger through one of my belt loops and begins to drag me towards his room.

I laugh softly, trying to pry him off, but I can’t win against him. I never have. He shushes me as we pass his roommates’ doors. I focus on my footing as he yanks me along. He shuts the door, and I see his bed in the darkness. A simple mattress on the floor, sheets slipping from the corners. I smile to myself as he turns on the flashlight from his iPhone.

We exchange hellos.

I boast about my pretty lingerie. A black lace bra that shows my nipples and a lace thong. He glances up and down my body, hunger in his eyes. He’s already in bed. Read more »

I [m]ade my [f]riend take it [CNC] [CW:Rape]

CW: rape (obviously)

Saw someone post about a CNC scene they did, so thought I might share mine.

I’ve been a dom for a few years, had/have a few different subs, most of whom do CNC with me, but my first one was three years ago. Her name was Mia and she had been my sub for a few months. We met at school, got to talking one night, blah blah blah, the rest is history.

It was her idea, originally. I put the kaibosh on it pretty quick, and she pouted just like she always did. But pretty soon it became clear that this was more than a passing whim. She would start whispering “No, please…” when I was fucking her. One time, just as I was lining my cock up to her pussy, she looked up at me with her big doe eyes and whispered, ”Are you gonna rape me now, daddy?”

That just about finished me, so I started making plans. I spent about a week researching (gotta be safe) and a week preparing (gotta be kinky). I texted her everyday, making increasing demands of her, pushing her limits. This included stuff like body writing, keeping a mantra in her wallet, tasks, etc. Read more »

Alice’s Closet Part 2.0 [MFf, inc, mast, voy]

**If you missed part one, [click here](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/92tt73/alices_closet_mff_inc_mast_voy/) to read it first. This part was too long for Reddit so don’t forget to finish reading it in the comments section. Thanks!**

“What was that,” Dad exclaimed as his head snapped towards the booming crash inside the room. He quickly dismounted off of Mom, kicked his pants and underwear off of his ankles, and made a beeline for the source of the noise. Mom bolted upright and frighteningly stared in the same direction. Dad pulled both sliding doors of slatted closet open and cranked back his arm with a fist, ready to strike the intruder.

“Wait,” Alice shrieked as she cowered in the corner of the closet still tangled in clothes. “It’s me Dad! Don’t hit me!”

“Alice,” Dad said confused before taking the fist he had balled up and extending it out with an open palm to help his daughter up. “What the hell are you doing in here… and why are you dressed like that?”

Alice took her father’s hand and he pulled her back up on to her feet, various pieces of her parents clothing falling off her body. “I… I… I’m sorry Dad. I came in here to steal money out of the jar and sneak out to go to a party.” Read more »

[MM] Shower fun while traveling

I traveled to N— for a conference a while back. A week or so before leaving, I made a post on Craigslist mostly just to read people’s responses and chat. I didn’t expect anything to come of the post, but I thought maybe I’d meet someone to at least show me around the unfamiliar city. As usual, most of the responses were complete bullshit. One note from K— stood out though. He was around my age (31) and in a similar situation to me: bicurious, relatively inexperienced, and with a long-term partner. He also happened to be visiting N— at the same time I was.

It was refreshing to chat with K—. We exchanged quite a few messages, mostly sharing stories and fantasies. We both had a fantasy about playing in the shower, but neither of us had done it (at least with another guy). We also exchanged pictures. He was about my height (5′ 9″), average body type, a little bit of chest hair, and a rock hard 7″ cut cock. I loved looking at his picture and fantasizing about how it would feel to have his body pressed against mine, rubbing our throbbing cocks together. Read more »

Performance Review Panties [MF] [Office]

She was a ball of nerves as she walked into the office that morning, greeting everyone with a tentative smile as she walked to her desk. “What am I doing?” she thought to herself. Waiting for things to load onto her computer, she slid her hand up her skirt to feel how wet she already was by the prospect of what could happen at any moment. Turned on by the thrill of not knowing when she would feel the pulsing pleasure of her undergarment. What was even more of a turn on was that she didn’t even know who was in control. They had messaged back and forth for some time, but in the end, he was just a faceless person on the internet who offered to buy her a gift in appreciation of how much her posts made him throb. However, the gifting of the vibrating panties came with the stipulation that he could choose when she wore them. Today just happened to be that day, her instruction being to wear them this day while he sat back with his phone, in full control. Read more »

Alice’s Closet Part 2.0 [MFf, inc, mast, voy]

**If you missed part one, [click here](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/926y4t/alices_closet_mff_inc_mast_voy/) to go back and enjoy it first.**

“What was that,” Dad exclaimed as his head snapped towards the booming crash inside the room. He quickly dismounted off of Mom, kicked his pants and underwear off of his ankles, and made a beeline for the source of the noise. Mom bolted upright and frighteningly stared in the same direction. Dad pulled both sliding doors of slatted closet open and cranked back his arm with a fist, ready to strike the intruder.

“Wait,” Alice shrieked as she cowered in the corner of the closet still tangled in clothes. “It’s me Dad! Don’t hit me!”

“Alice,” Dad said confused before taking the fist he had balled up and extending it out with an open palm to help his daughter up. “What the hell are you doing in here… and why are you dressed like that?”

Alice took her father’s hand and he pulled her back up on to her feet, various pieces of her parents clothing falling off her body. “I… I… I’m sorry Dad. I came in here to steal money out of the jar and sneak out to go to a party.” Read more »