A selfish answer. [MF]

a friend of mine was really losing her mind with kids and hubby constantly taking from her. She needed a moment of selfishness. As I sat on her couch, she started smoking a joint. I don’t smoke and I couldn’t understand what was going on. I thought it was a nervous break or something.

She began mentioning all the things she does for everyone and her life still seems empty. Then she starts talking about her husband and how his dick was small but as they got older it just wasn’t enough. We were in our 20’s. I felt bad but as a good friend, I sat listening. Waiting to just be a voice of reason and reassurance. She opened up about how everytime she wanted to leave her husband she ended up pregnant. Some mishap with her pills would always seem to happen. She put out her blunt and looked at me intently. She said, I get that you live life on the edge. But, how can you have anything for you? I still at that moment wasn’t quite understanding what she wanted from me.

Monster Brothel: The Shapeshifter [supernatural][shapeshifting][incest][creampie][forced gay][non-con][rape]

“The Shapeshifter please.” Cliff explains, sure of himself. “Definitely the Shapeshifter, I have a plan for them.”

The emerald eyed Secretary in the lobby of the monster brothel smiles at his enthusiasm, and she leads him upstairs into the first room.

“You can wait in here, one of our Shapeshifters will be right with you.”

The onyx haired beauty turns away and closes the door behind her. Cliff finds himself in a simple bedroom, a four-post bed covered in red satin sheets sits against the back wall between two windows covered in black velvet curtains. Before he has a chance to really take in the room, the door opens again. A woman stands in the doorway, slowly closing it behind her. Her skin is pure white, her eyes blank yet still somehow beautiful. Her hair is a gentle silver colour and runs straight down her back. There’s something empty about her face but there seems to be so much potential beauty behind her expression.

“So, I hear you have something special in mind for me.” The Shapeshifter reiterates, stepping forward towards the nervous yet excited new client.

First time experiences are rare and should be appreciated. Part 3 [Bisexual FMM 30s-40s] [Fdom][Msub][First gay experience]

Once my heart rate has returned to normal, I feel her hand wrap itself around my cock, then instantly I’m hard again. Her smirky grin tells me we’re not done yet. She lifts her head, and turns to our new friend, “Barry, would you like to suck his cock?”

Apparently, Barry likes this idea, as his cock twitches, and he almost springs off the bed. She guides me onto my back, before lowering her pussy onto my face, and I get straight to work licking her, dragging my tongue from her asshole to her clit, savouring the excited wetness.

Moments later I feel an unfamiliar mouth on my cock, and moan into her juicy pussy as my hips roll involuntarily. He’s almost as good as she is, and I won’t last long with the two of them giving me their attention.

Swirling, sucking, stroking, and I have to focus hard on keeping my tongue moving on her clit, or I’m going to lose myself in the intense sensations.

Then he stops and pulls away, leaving my spit-soaked cock waving in the cool air. I squirm and hump the air, wanting the attention back, but she places her hands on my chest and wiggles her hips back and forth, concentrating my mind back on her sopping holes.

First time experiences are rare and should be appreciated. Part 2 [Bisexual FMM 30s-40s] [Fdom][Msub][First gay experience]

I blush deeply as she laughs, and he walks into the centre of the room, turning to take it all in and nodding approval at the huge mirror.

“I think you should undress him,” she says to me. “Slowly.”

He stands with his arms apart invitingly, and I slip his jacket off his shoulders, before loosening his tie. I fumble with the buttons of his shirt, beginning to expose the hair on his chest, then she’s there whispering in my ear.

“First time experiences are rare at our age, and are too often rushed and disappointing. This will be neither of those; now slow down and undress him carefully. Your first time being fucked by a man will be indescribably memorable if you take your time. Good boy.” She pats my arse, and sits back down.

I take a deep breath, and calm myself. I’ve undressed many women, and none of them in this nervous and clumsy way. At least not for a couple of decades, anyway.

First time experiences are rare and should be appreciated. Part 1 [Bisexual FMM 30s-40s] [Fdom][Msub][First gay experience]

We walk into the hotel bar, and she sends me to get drinks while she finds us a booth with a people watching view. I have the same cocktail she’s ordered, and join her at a seat with a view of almost the whole bar.

I sit opposite, but it’s small enough that we can lean close together and whisper about the other patrons. It’s also small enough that she can easily stretch out a leg and brush my chastity cage with her toe. I know that because it’s what she immediately does when I take my place.

The cage is covered in her black lace knickers, the ones she wore most of the day and threw at me when we were getting dressed for the evening. I was allowed a sniff before putting them on, and as always, her delicate aroma made my head spin with desire.

On top of that, I’m perfectly respectable in a dark suit, with a tie that matches her burgundy dress. We look conservative and normal. Not out of place or drawing attention, just background to the other drinkers. You’d walk right past us without a second thought. It’s possible that you have.

[MF][M24F21] “Tuesday Night” [Cheating][Anal][Choking]

I’ve told this story more than a few times. Hopefully it’s not familiar to anyone, as being anonymous here is my preferred way of being.

It was a Tuesday night in my mid/early 20s. I worked a shitty tech support job in central Florida that was stressful but mostly comfortable. My friend I moved there with and I would frequent a local bar that catered to the local college students. They also had pitchers for $5 and even then, that was a good deal.

So anyways, my friend and I would get a pitcher or two and sit outside to kind of people watch as this bar was in a plaza and it was frequently busy. That night was quite busy. A line of people going in and out of the bar, and the club next to it made the foot traffic in front of us constant. I spot a redhead, natural might I add – that lighter red that doesn’t come from dye, and she was thicc in all the right places while have a tight narrow waste. Wearing booty shorts and a wife beater with a black bra holding her decent sized tits underneath. She was shorter, around 5’2” but had the best proportions out of anyone I saw that night.

The Tutor, Part Nine [F20/F18] [Domme/sub] [Role Reversal]

**PART NINE**

I’m a straight girl.

Always have been. And not in a closed-minded way. I grew up in a progressive area, with open and accepting parents. Several of my old high school friends and current university friends are gay or bi, and it’s never bothered me in the slightest. Like who you like, and let people like who they like; it’s not that difficult of a concept. Sure, I’ve kissed a few girls for the stupid sleepover reasons, but that doesn’t mean I’m actually into them. A cliché dare is still just a dare at the end of the day.

Until Annabelle.

I don’t know what it was about her. I’ve seen attractive girls before, but anyone can recognize good looks within their own sex. Perfect face, perfect hair, perfect body. Youthful in her late teenage years, but mature in her expressions and body language. Confidence practically exuded from her, no matter what attitude or tone she was taking. I had already seen several facets of her personality within a single morning. But I had also seen all those features on all other girls throughout the years, often combined in similar ways. None of them had made me subconsciously question a thing or two about myself.

Daddy Issues

I was still in high school, when I met Alex and John in a community theater group. My school’s annual stage production had been canceled that year, when the drama teacher took a personal leave of absence and none of the other staff members wanted the vexing responsibility of directing a bunch of recently pubescent misfits on stage after class. Their solution was to recommend an all-ages theater troupe casting parts in a production of Brigadoon, in a neighboring town.

Despite having my driver’s license, my mom still drove me to doctor’s appointments and dance recitals, anywhere outside of my normal routine. I suffered from frequent panic attacks, even when I wasn’t behind the wheel of a 2000-pound automobile. The additional anxiety of being a new driver was often debilitating, and the brand-new convertible I had been given on my 16th birthday would sit stationary in the driveway for weeks on end.

First fuck with a girl in my catholic dad’s office [FF]

I never thought I’d be sexually attracted to girls. I’d never had even done the usual thing of kissing a girl on a night out.

But my current fwb knew I was keen to learn more and explore more, and in the state of horniness I get into, my fantasies explore depths I never knew existed within me.

He’d be entering me hard and deep with my lips gripping him, wetness enveloping him, and he’d whisper fantasies beside my ear. ‘I want to fuck you from behind while you use your talented mouth to make a girl cum’. He’d test me with comments like these and they’d make me moan. He’d even describe fantasies of only me and another girl, while rubbing my pussy, then bring his hands up to my face to show me how much these fantasies make me drip.

After sex, I would return to my christian programming and be shy about the fantasies that I had. Girls don’t have sex with each other. In my past, it was too outside my reality. But after reflecting on this, the desire to rebel also kicked in, so when he dared me to make a tinder for girls, I relented.

In the Closet, Chapter 11 [mm] [fm] [Incest] [Brother/Brother] [Gay] [Sissification] [Humiliation]

[Chapter 10](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/100qr7e/in_the_closet_chapter_10_mm_incest_brotherbrother/)

***KEITH***

Fucking hell, why’d it have to be now?

If my ex Marie had come into town two weeks ago she still would’ve been unwelcome, but it would’ve been manageable. Now, though… The way Zach had looked at me was still burned into my mind, and I felt like throwing up. Instead, I swallowed the bile and got out of my rideshare, looking at the front of Josie’s Bar.

“My man!” Cliff greeted with spread arms, but lost some of his enthusiasm as I spaced out while staring at the facade. “Yo K, you good, bro?”

I snapped out of it with a sniff and smirked as I walked up to him. “You know it,” I replied, and we did our usual bro hug.

“You just seem off your game, na’ mean?”

“Just a little bit,” I chuckled, before tilting my chin toward the inside of the bar. “They already here?”

“Yeah, yeah. Go on, head on in.” He waved me in, and I could already see the guys at our usual spot in the back, along with a stunning woman in a red tube dress that hugged her curves so tightly they threatened to spill out.