The Break and the Bestfriend, PT 4

The show’s warm water was relaxing and therapeutic. I just stood there and rotated allowing its soothing kisses and carresses explore the curves of my body. My mind traversed my emotions as I recapped the entirety of my time in the apartment. I always loved sex, but I never had done anything like I have in the past few days before. It was like a carnal itch was finally getting scratched. I wanted more.

I thought about Red’s confession, how she wanted to be double fucked by Jake and my boyfriend. Fuck, I wanted to see that. I imagined licking the bases of their dicks while they pumped her senseless. Watch moothem throb and pulse as they dump their loads then eat out their seeds as it oozes out from her holes. Fuck.

I was still so fucking horny. I found myself rubbing my clit. I leaned back so the shower would rain down on my tenderness. My pussy was a little sore from Red’s fisting, but it didn’t matter. The want for more pleasure overwrote any pain.

A Handjob by Any Other Name . . . [F21] [M21] [HJ] [BJ] [Str8]

Ashley (Ash) and I dated briefly my junior year of college. There wasn’t really any particular reason for the briefness (I suppose we just didn’t have too much in common), and we did have a very fun few months all the same.

Ash was categorically beautiful: blonde hair, hooded green eyes, and full DD breasts, not to mention a penchant for some of the dirtiest talking I’d ever heard. Witness, for example, something which was equally hot and (somewhat) amusing: Ash would refer to “handjobs” as “fist fucking.”

Anyway you look at it, this wasn’t exactly an issue: what difference does it make, and besides, I had to admit it made the foreplay even hotter.

One night Ash and I were watching a movie in the common area of the suite she lived in with a few roommates. Given that the lights were out (and no one really gave a shit, anyway), she and I began to fool around a bit. Before long, Ash had my cock raging at attention as she playfully stroked me over my pants while we made out. Correctly sensing that the movie was no longer the main feature, Ash soon stood up and led me back to her room.

The OnlyFans Girl, Part 11 (MFF, Slow Burn, Lots of Tease, Ongoing Story)

*Part 1 can be found [HERE](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/wm1o25/the_onlyfans_girl_part_1_bg_slow_burn_lots_of/)*

*When a law office intern discovers that a fellow intern is one of his favourite new OnlyFans performers, a ball begins rolling that will bring a boring summer of paperwork and coffee-fetching into an avalanche of sexual adventure. This story was originally written in small chapters, of which 51-55 are presented here.*

**Chapter 51**

Gemma ended up ordering the Uber this time, and this time the car that showed up was a smaller hybrid thing so you ended up taking the front seat while Gemma and Sabrina took the back seat. The driver, a Pakistani guy, tried to make some small talk with you and you halfheartedly went along with it while you could hear Sabrina and Gemma whispering and tapping on their phones in the back seat.

It wasn’t too long a ride before the driver pulled up at the corner of one of the big entertainment streets downtown, and you all piled back out.

“Come on,” Gemma said, grabbing your hand. “I know where we should eat.”

I fucked my friend’s boyfriend (M36/F34) (Anal)

Beth and I had been friends for at least five years and she had been dating Chase for around six months. While at lunch with Beth and Chase, I mentioned that I really needed a good deep tissue massage. Beth immediately volunteered Chase. She said he has been working as a massage therapist for a few years and has great reviews. I viewed his website and reviews and he seemed legit. Chase even said he would come to my place so we scheduled the deep tissue massage for the next Wednesday at 7pm.
That Wednesday Chase arrived promptly. He was dressed in black slacks and a white button up shirt. He had green eyes, sandy blonde hair, was about 6’1, and medium build. He had me undress and lay on the side of my bed with a light blanket over me. He lit candles and played a nice relaxing Playlist.
The massage was going amazing. He oiled my body and worked out tons of knots in my upper back. Then he made his way to my lower body. By this point I was so relaxed I was almost half awake. His hands felt strong as he massaged my legs. He began to massage my upper thighs and I could feel the lightest touch of his finger graze the lip of my pussy. I didn’t think it was intentional and felt immediately ashamed at how aroused I felt. It had been 8 months since I had any type of sexual touch and I couldn’t stop the inside of my pussy from getting wet. He repeated this for awhile, moving from one side to the other. He began to massage my ass and it was only then that I realized the blanket was no longer covering me. He gently stretched my cheeks apart and began to massage the back of my vulva. I knew I should tell him to stop but it felt amazing. He stopped rubbing my ass and I could feel him straddle me and lean into my ear, “You are extremely tense. Just trust me, we are going to release some of it ok?”
“Ok” I whispered
“Do you want me to go light with what’s next or stick with the deep tissue?” He asked in a deep whisper..
He slowly and gently began to rub my vulva with his hand and his middle finger found my clit.
“Oohh” I moaned quietly.
“Gentle or deep?” He asked again as his my wetness began to drip out of me and onto his hand and fingers.
“Deeeep” I groaned.
With that he spread my legs and entered my pussy with two fingers. He filled me until he was knuckle deep and roughly pressed into my walls. I couldn’t stop myself from grinding into him.
He fucked me hard with his fingers and I could feel myself ready to cum when he slid his thumb into my ass. He slowly slid it in and out and as his fingers pressed into the walls of my soaking wet pussy and his thumb went as far into my ass as it could I came.
“Ohhh. Ohhh. Fuck. Ohhh fuuuckk” I moaned as my body shoke from the orgasm. He pulled his fingers out of me and turned me over. He sat in the middle of the bed with his cock out. He guided me onto his lap and I began riding him, both us sitting up. I leaned back and slid my pussy up and down his cock. I watched him watching his cock move in and out of me. He played with my tits and nipples as I kept all of his cock buried in my pussy and grinded him.
He slid his finger back in my ass and pulled me into him.
“You like when I play with your ass?” He asked as he grabbed a fist full of hair and yanked my head back.
“Ohhh yes. Don’t stop” I moaned.
“Ride my dick with your ass.”
I pulled his cock out of my pussy and slowly let him enter my ass. As the head of his cock made way I could feel him stretch me. It hurt but I didn’t stop. We stayed slow until he began to glide more easily in and out of my ass.
“God damn” he groaned as I increased my pace.
Then he grabbed my hips and I wrapped my arms around him as he began pounding my ass. He held my body in place as he rammed himself in and out of me.
I dug my nails into his back and was in between moaning and screaming when I started to cum again.
“Ohhh yes pound my ass. Oh God don’t stop Chase. Fuuuuuck. I’m cumming. Chase I’m cumming. Ohhhh. Ohhhh.” He slammed himself into me one last time and held himself in me as he loaded my asshole full of his thick hot cum. I climbed off of him and we began to get dressed. “We need to keep that tension under control. I’ll see you next week.”

The Break and the Bestfriend, PT 3 [MFF]

“Yes! Pound my fucking pussy!” Red shouted as Jake was pumping her from behind, his balls slapped against her clit on each vigorous thrust. My heart raced seeing the ripples of her pale ass cheeks from his pelvis’ hard impacts. “Oh, fuck!”

I ran my hand over her shoulders and back while sitting in front of her, legs spread open, with three fingers deep in my own pussy. His thrusts were so violent and animalistic, my pussy was practically gushing. I couldn’t help but feel a little jealous, but it only made me more wet. I wanted him to pound my pussy to the brink too. 

She looked up and whipped her red hair from her face. Her heavy breath was hot on my crotch. She giggled as she saw me stretching out my hole just inches from her face. While bouncing back and forth from their momentum, I felt her fingers gently clasp around my hand and pull my fingers from my hole. She leaned forward and began to lick my opening.

Flirting with the Devil – [M/32] [F/27] [BDSM] [Anal] [CnC][D/s] [Forced] [Spanking/Pain/Torture/Rough]

*****To be on the safe and overly cautious side, if you have triggers of any kind, please do not read my content.*****

I have finally had it. Everything is unsatisfying. I have been the good girl my whole life and after spending the last five years at the bank working my way up, being polite, wearing my nice pencil skirts and blouses, I have officially had it. I had nearly straight A’s in college and barely knew what the definition of a frat party was. Then I got my job at the bank and being little Miss Perfect just continued. Everything about me and my life is typical, predictable, mundane, boring, and more than vanilla.
Get a tattoo? Nope, Cassandra would never do that.

Show up to work hungover after a Thursday night happy hour that lasted too long. Never.
Have sex on the first date. Not Cassandra.

I don’t know what happened, but I can’t live like this anymore. My life isn’t fulfilling, not even something I look forward to anymore. Granted, I can’t just quit my job at the bank, but outside of those 40 hours a week, I have to find something else to do with my time. Something exciting. Find a passion about something. Anything but continuing on the road I am on.

Flirting with the Devil – F/27 M/32

I have finally had it. Everything is unsatisfying. I have been the good girl my whole life and after spending the last five years at the bank working my way up, being polite, wearing my nice pencil skirts and blouses, I have officially had it. I had nearly straight A’s in college and barely knew what the definition of a frat party was. Then I got my job at the bank and being little Miss Perfect just continued. Everything about me and my life is typical, predictable, mundane, boring, and more than vanilla.

Get a tattoo? Nope, Cassandra would never do that.

Show up to work hungover after a Thursday night happy hour that lasted too long. Never.

Have sex on the first date. Not Cassandra.

I don’t know what happened, but I can’t live like this anymore. My life isn’t fulfilling, not even something I look forward to anymore. Granted, I can’t just quit my job at the bank, but outside of those 40 hours a week, I have to find something else to do with my time. Something exciting. Find a passion about something. Anything but continuing on the road I am on.

Erotica/memoir of the story as our hypnosis journey unfolds

Follow our (mostly erotic) hypnosis journey

Intro:

My Doctor and I have decided to bring hypnosis into our play. Not only has it been a fascinating start to an endeavor (we are a tad shy of one month in to playing with it) – it has been deeply connecting and enchanting already.

We have both felt an interest in hypnosis before now, had both read about it, and both felt a strong sense that it would be a good fit as individual people. As soon as it was brought up between us, we both lit up, started reading about it, and I doubt we will ever look back.

So, since we are both fairly suggestible and we make it a priority to practice nearly every day, we decided I would document the journey here. Not only posting new ideas when we think them up and/or try them but also updates as things unfold. We welcome questions, ideas, comments, etc. We could also consider posting pics/audio at some point if there is enough interest.

Fwiw in deciding if you want to share in our journey.

The Break and the Bestfriend, PT. 1

Me and my boyfriend had just moved practically across the country back to his home state. The planning wasn’t great and our apartment wasnt ready for us to move in just yet. Needless to say, it was stressful. We were both in our mid twenties, and thought we knew everything.

His parents were not thrilled to have us staying at their place, for whatever reason, so we crashed at his friend Jake’s apartment. They had known each other for a long time. They were practically brothers. I had met him a few times, and we often shared texts back and forth. Nothing too saucy, there was some playful flirting, and perhaps a suggestive gif here and there, but nothing that raised any alarms with my boyfriend, who was always saying, “flirting is healthy.” I agree.

A week in, the stress of making the move work had worn on us. My boyfriend and I began fighting over stupid shit. After a while it wore us down and I suggested that he go stay with his folks for a few days to cool off. He agreed and we decided to take a break from each other.

Eric and Jess’ Bathroom Fun [Shower sex][romance][invisibility][blowjob][cream-pie][masturbation][from behind][bathroom sex][throat fucking][voyeur][squirting]

—the next day—

(All characters presented are of legal age, all sexual activities are consensual)

[Pt.One](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/vzo4d5/my_erection_makes_me/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)

[Pt.Two](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/w63ouz/eric_looses_his_virginity_cherry/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)

I woke up alone, naked, and feeling sore. I sat up and looked around my apartment. The memories of yesterday were a fresh image in my mind. The vision of Tina’s body, the scene from the bathroom, and bringing Tina home, were all forefront of my mind.

I felt sticky with sweat; I needed a shower. I pushed myself up from my futon and began making my way to the bathroom, grabbing some clothes and a towel. When I got to the door, it was locked, weird. I stuck my fingernail in the simple lock and rotated it, unlocking it. I opened the door, and a rush of steam hit me in the face as the shower was already on.

The curtain was thrown open, Tina was standing there, her nice chubby body slick with liquid. She wore nothing but a wide, friendly smile.

“Morning sweetums.” She said, waving me inside.

All the blood rushed to my face, and other places. “Hey, I’ll let you finish,” I said, turning to exit the bathroom.