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The Time of Cherries (Part 2) [MFF] [BDSM]

Lauren, Purvee and I arrived at Bordeaux Saint-Jean station in the early afternoon. Lauren climbed in the front passenger seat of a white taxi while Purvee and I sat together in the back seat as we drove out of the city. We took narrow, winding roads through the French countryside to a tiny cottage that I had rented for five days.

After checking in, we received a brief tour from the property manager. There was a beautifully landscaped garden situated alongside a river, with rolling farmlands and vineyards in all directions. The cottage was tastefully decorated in a French countryside tan and white, with exposed stone walls. Fresh lemons and oranges were laid on a blue porcelain plate in the middle of the dining room table. There was a bedroom loft overlooking the living room with a sofa and fireplace, with exposed timber beams.

“You guys can have the bedroom,” I offered, “I’ll take the couch in the living room.”

“You’ve got to be kidding,” Lauren interjected, “you rented this whole place for yourself and then are going to sleep on the couch?” No way. You and Purvee can sleep together in the bedroom, I’ll take the couch.” Read more »

Seducing the massage therapist [MF] (very long)

Author’s note: long term lurker, first time writer. This story is very long, all names were changed. Control-F “good shit” for the sex. I hope you enjoy!

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**Part 1: Seduction on the beach**

In January I left the frigid, COVID-ridden east coast of the US for beautiful, sunny, COVID-exists-but-no-one-cares Costa Rica, one of the few places still letting in travelers from anywhere in the world. I ended up in a small surfing town on the pacific coast.

The thing about small surfing towns is that there isn’t much to do except surf, do yoga, and go to the beach, and people that do nothing but surf, yoga, and go to the beach tend to be young, bored, horny, and really fucking attractive.

Every day, I had a checklist of 4 things I wanted to do each day: stretch, surf, meditate, and talk to girls. So most days I would wake up in the hostel at 5/6am, do 45 minutes of stretching, surf for 2 hours, have breakfast, meditate and read and chill for most of the day. At 3pm I would tell my friends in the hostel I was “going for a walk on the beach” and then walk from one side of the beach to the other, talking to every hot girl I saw until sundown. Read more »

The Time of Cherries (Part Two)

Lauren, Purvee and I arrived at Bordeaux Saint-Jean station in the early afternoon. Lauren climbed in the front passenger seat of a white taxi while Purvee and I sat together in the back seat as we drove out of the city. We took narrow, winding roads through the French countryside to a tiny cottage that I had rented for five days.

After checking in, we received a brief tour from the property manager. There was a beautifully landscaped garden situated alongside a river, with rolling farmlands and vineyards in all directions. The cottage was tastefully decorated in a French countryside tan and white, with exposed stone walls. Fresh lemons and oranges were laid on a blue porcelain plate in the middle of the dining room table. There was a bedroom loft overlooking the living room with a sofa and fireplace, with exposed timber beams.

“You guys can have the bedroom,” I offered, “I’ll take the couch in the living room.”

“You’ve got to be kidding,” Lauren interjected, “you rented this whole place for yourself and then are going to sleep on the couch?” No way. You and Purvee can sleep together in the bedroom, I’ll take the couch.” Read more »

[MF] Helping My Best Friend Find Herself

Hey everyone, this is a throwaway for obvious reasons. Names have been changed to protect those involved – myself included. For anyone just wanting to find the good parts, skip to the *****, because there’s a LOT of background here.

Nicole had the power to control every room she’ll ever walk into, she just didn’t know it. Her natural strawberry-blonde hair shone brightly in the light and intrigued in the dark, and her dazzling eyes stole the show time and time again. They were a bluish gray, the color you’d see on a foggy morning on the water. At 5’7 and 120 pounds, she had the build of an athlete, but she never played a sport. Stephanie was just naturally gorgeous in every sense of the word, her beauty effortless.

At 21 years old, Nicole had been through the ringer. Her dad died when she was young, leaving her to be raised by a single mother – someone who was precisely the opposite of a stable role model. Her taste in men was terrible, leaving a carousel of people coming in and out of the house. Some were nice. Others weren’t. Read more »

[FM] How not to get caught at Coachella

While reading this story, please listen to: https://www.reverbnation.com/davidkeogh/song/10579038-closer-with-adrienne-adair

I got inspired to write this story down by a post by u/quin_girl about Coachella. She got caught having sex in the deserted VIP tent by a security guard. Based on the band she named, it was literally the same day. What she didn’t know is that the way to not get caught having sex in inappropriate places at Coachella is to do it in the middle of the crowd.

Now that I have your attention, some background. I was a goody two shoes at a dirtbag college, rapidly getting acquainted with my inner own inner dirtbag slut. I was 19 and dating a guy in his late 20’s, also very much a dirtbag. I think we met at the climbing gym, but he turned out to be terrible so I’ve blocked memories of that relationship as much as I can. With this one notable exception. Anyway, he invited me to join him at “a music festival in California.” I had no idea what a big deal Coachella was, and had no particular association with any of the bands, but I went along because I liked festivals. I remember getting a late start and driving late into the night, dozing in the car. We didn’t have tickets but my boyfriend assured me that we could get them from scalpers at the door easily. Not my usual M.O. and I was feeling a bit apprehensive about driving so far to potentially be turned back, but we did indeed get tickets. Read more »

My fantasy woman….

She’s in the kitchen starting to cook. I walk in and wrap my arms around her in a hug, nonchalantly grabbing her boobs while smiling playfully. She smiles unseen; she’s come to expect this kind of playfulness, and knows how to deal it back in kind. She tells me I’m just in time to help her cook, smirking now at the mild disappointment on my face. We both knew it would go this way though, by now we’ve been together long enough to know how to expect each other to react.
Smiling, I say “Maybe I had something else in mind.”
“I know exactly what you had in mind” she replies, smirking again.
“I was just thinking maybe we order a pizza.”
“Yeah, that’s what you were thinking about.”
“Even if it weren’t, you have no proof I was thinking about anything else.”
“You think so, huh? What about where your hands are?”
“What? I can’t even hug you without you thinking that’s on my mind?”
But we both know I want her. I always want her. So many years together and that’s never changed. But she knows I respect her; maybe that’s what turns her on these days. She knows even when I push I’d never do anything without her consent, I love her too much to do anything like that.
“Now help me make dinner” she says, as though she’d let me refuse. Which of course means I have to play fight her.
“I’m so terribly tired from work, I don’t know how much longer I can stay on my feet.”
She smirks, and I know she’s going to use whatever I say next against me. “Oh really? So you must be too tired to do anything else before we get some sleep tonight too?”
“I didn’t say that, just that I don’t know about being on my feet.”
“Great!” she says, “You can sit right over there and peel potatoes.”
I give her a sideways grin. She always looks so smug when she wins. Call me smitten, but it looks cute on her. But she’s always been beautiful to me. But it was her inner beauty that made me fall in love with her.
She’s kind to strangers, she listens to people, she loves with everything she has and everything she is. She has a way of bringing out the best in people.
We’re older now, and while her inner beauty grows daily, she can’t help but watch her physical beauty fade. It breaks my heart she can’t see what I see. She says I’m biased, and maybe I am, but I think she’s more beautiful every day. She sees the wrinkles creep up slowly, or a little bit of dinner stay with her around her belly and she thinks her beauty is fading. But not to me. I couldn’t love her more. But then, I’ve said that before.
I sit and start peeling potatoes, but it’s not long before she catches me stealing looks at her. “Can’t stop thinking about getting me huh?”, she asks. I smile. There’s some truth to those words, but it’s more than that. She’s beautiful in a way I’m not sure she’s ever known she is, and it radiates from every pore. Not even her freckles, scars, or even her wrinkles could hide it. I’d tell her as much, but she’d laugh it off like she always has. Besides, what words could do justice to what I see in her? Better to let my eyes do the talking. I think she knows how to read my eyes anyway, something in them must tell her the truth in what I say I see in her. Read more »

Chapter 3: Breakfast of Champions [OC] [oral sex] [Family sex situation]

The continuing story from:

[Chapter 1: School Daze or Who’s in Charge](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/lvegaz/school_daze_or_whos_in_charge_part_1_of_a_series/)

[Chapter 2: Passing Grades](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/lvocd9/chapter_2_passing_grades_oc/)

I awoke with a pool of saliva about to escape onto the pillow and swallowed. Apparently, the smell of bacon cooking started awakening my appetite before my consciousness stirred. I noted that Anne was not in bed, so I got up and pulled on my PJ pants to start my way toward the kitchen.

It had been three nights and two days since the revelation of Anne and Honey’s 3-step self-defense plan. The atmosphere around the house was definitely different. It was freer. Passing the test really *did* mean something to them with respect to trust.

As I neared the kitchen, I could hear the bacon sizzling on the stove and I began to smell the sweet pungency of sautéing onion, peppers and garlic. I saw a huge array of fresh ingredients on the counter when I entered the kitchen. On the big skillet, there was a hash of cubed potatoes—white, yellow, red, and sweet potatoes with cubed peppers of many colors just starting to brown. There were eggs whisked and ready to pour. Shredded yellow and white cheese. Sliced fruit and melon. This had the makings of a Saturday morning feast. Read more »

I [M] (21) lost my virginity watching Mary Poppins with [F] (18)

First time poster here (since this was my first time lol)!

This was this past weekend. So I’m a 21 year old college student, white, 6’4”, skinny but not the twig I used to be in high school. I’ve wanted to have sex for a long time, but had zero luck. My HS girlfriend was Catholic, so I bet you can imagine how much sexual frustration brewed inside me. A couple years removed from that relationship, and in an even longer dry spell, I put myself out there and joined a few dating apps.
I go to a pretty small school, so the dating pool is limited, and I reached the point where the few matches I got either ghosted me, or there wasn’t much chemistry. Things changed with Hannah (name changed). She’s a redhead, slightly thicc with a nice smile. She’s got freckles and wears glasses. Not totally my type, but I still found her to be really pretty. So I shot my shot.

Things went pretty well, and after week or so of Tinder, moving to Snap, we decided to hang out Friday night and watch some movies. It was a nice evening, talking, with a little bit of cuddling. Best part of it all, we live in the same dorm hall, so the trip over was super easy. Read more »

The Work Wife [MF][oral][anal][cheat][interr]

Part 1
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She was a Punjabi woman, a Sikh, and despite being born half a world apart we found each other working as peers on projects for the United States Commerce department. She had a quick, biting wit that was perfectly synced with my own. Our rapport was easy and despite not getting my pop culture references, we could still make each other laugh. We became inseparable work spouses: having lunch together grabbing coffee, working as pairs at each other’s desks, taking walks together on the work campus.

While our personalities meshed well, physically we were near opposites. She was the picture of elegance, with brown skin, impossibly long hair, and a thin, lanky frame that supported ample breasts. I was pale to a fault, burning easily in the sun, short brown hair, and the size and build of a football player whose body had softened over the years into what could be called the classic dad bod.

We flirted together almost immediately upon meeting. She was married with two young boys, confiding in me that the marriage was arranged, so nothing was ever going to happen. We would talk and get close. One day I noticed that she kept touching me, my knee and my thigh, when we talked, sometimes letting her hands linger. I would touch her shoulders, but tried to walk a careful line of workplace behavior. Read more »