Ever since I could watch porn and play with myself I’ve been into watching parents fuck their teen daughters, it’s just fascinated me, maybe it’s cause I never had parents idk. Anyways, I’m into helping parents get their daughters into these type of things, just wanna get a few things straight I’m gay so I’m not into guys, so no I will not be joining in, no I’m not into guys, so if your not a parent don’t bother me, Parent mean someone with a teen daughter currently living with them rn. So if you’re not into this please don’t spam my post it’s just rude , I’ve read the posts here and there are weirder ones than mine , so get over it. Other than that I look forward to hearing from Yall . Kisses š
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Convention Threesome
– Weāre out.
– What?
– Weāre out of tickets.
– How can you be out of tickets already? You just started selling yesterday.
– I donāt know and donāt care. Can you all please leave?!
I left the office alongside a crowd of disappointed people. We all missed out. It must have been like 2-300 people squeezing out a single door. Without tickets. I just missed out on a once in a lifetime opportunity. The first and possible only convention for Instagram āinfluencersā where we actually share a hotel with them. Itās probably a huge security risk for the āstarsā. I donāt think theyāll hold a next one. And I missed out. Walking in the middle of the crowd was weirdly depressing given the situation, but something great came out of it. I heard someone say that there will be a raffle on the 0th day of the convention just outside the gates. 1 more ticket to 1 person that shows up. The problem is that you had to show up. It was held in the middle of nowhere in Wyoming. Wyoming! Why? I live in New York so the trip there would cost a fortune. And even then, Iād have like no chance to win it. Yet. I knew I had to try. I simply had to meet at least one of my celebrity crushes. And this is my only chance. So, I booked a flight.
In the Closet, Chapter 7 [mm] [Incest] [Brother/Brother] [Gay] [Sissification] [Humiliation]
[Chapter 6](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/z65uy7/in_the_closet_chapter_6_mm_incest_brotherbrother/)
***ZACH***
I woke up to the biggest cock Iād ever seen lodged deep in my ass. With that sensation came rushing all the memories of last night, and I squeezed my eyes back shut. Iād given my first time to Keith. It was my ass, but it still felt virginal, definitely more so than if Iād penetrated anybody. Heād even gotten my first kiss. Again, it shouldnāt have been that big a deal to a guy, butā¦ it felt sacred to me, like how Iād imagine a girl would feel. It was so sentimental, and Iā¦ liked the feeling. Fuck, Iād even told him that I *loved* him. I was caught up in the moment, I reasoned. I wasnāt gay, I justā¦ deeply enjoyed getting fucked in the ass by a guy.
I didnāt have time to analyze my feelings any further, because the hands on my hips gripped me in a firmer hold, and Keith made another attempt to pull his cock out of me.
āHold still,ā he growled, and his manly rasp made me strain against my cage. The plastic restraint didnāt hurt as much as yesterday, and I wondered if I was getting used to it. A scary thought.
Pregnant sex with my ex was the best sex. [MF]
My ex-wife Fiona had aā¦ complicated relationship with her sexuality. And her self-image. And, well, a complicated relationship with Jesus, which really didnāt really help things in any of these areas. Ever felt like you were being cuckolded by the Lord? Or just me?
But anyway, to give you an idea of why Iām telling you this true story about the pregnant sex, I should describe our normal sex. (And hopefully, sharing the embarrassing bits will help establish my veracity, I mean after all, who would go on the Internet and just tell lies? To quote a great webcomic (SMBC), this is āproof by mortificationā)
Our regular sex followed a rather specific routine.
1. Every three to six months, she tells me she desires sex.
2. I rub her clit through her clothing for 15 – 20 minutes until sheās sufficiently aroused to remove her clothing. Iām not allowed to kiss her, or touch her breasts during this. (I may have developed formidable forearm muscles during this marriage.)
3. Wait, no, hang on, before she takes off her clothing, first I have to turn off the lights. All the lights. And make sure the curtains are properly closed! Okay, now she can remove her clothing.
Football Buddy Part One: 21+ [M36/F32] [Straight Sex] [Interracial] [Busty] [Huge Boobs] [Cleavage] [Tit Fucking] [Creampie]
Chapter One: New Season
Sometimes things happen for a reason. That’s what they say anyway. I tend not to believe in that say-ing. Shit happens is more my philosophy. I work at a packing and shipping firm in one of the busiest cities, so I usually do not have the time to socialize.
My days are usually spent in front of a computer printing shipping forms or receiving invoices. My only salvation is football season. It’s the one time of the year to relax, scream, and shout at the box.
My football buddy used to live down the hall from me in the apartment building I live in, but last year he moved out to be with his girlfriend of two weeks. Two weeks is all it took for him to move out. He fell hook, line, and sinker for her mind games, and now he will probably get her pregnant and be stuck with her for life. His problem, not mine.
I love to stick to myself; most of my neighbors know nothing about me, and I like to keep it that way. Football season is about to start, and I will watch it alone for the first time in four years. Which is fine with me, but it’s always fun to make fun of someone cheering for the other team.
29 [M4M] Any Straight Alpha Males Down To Chat/Roleplay?
I have lots of roles Iād like to try:
You: Str8, Cocky, Arrogant, Tough Alpha Male. 6ā5 tall, muscular (I have pics of guys you can play as), packing a beautiful 8×6.5 dick. You know youāre sexy and can get any chick you want. Youāre all about your pleasure and love to fuck rough.
Me: Gay Beta. Shy, maybe a little odd. 5ā5, skinny, black hair. Brown eyes.
I like my roleplay partners to play hard to get-be annoyed by my character at first or weirded out. I also like things to play by ear.
1A. Alpha Male at The Bar
Youāre out at the bar checking out chicks. You see one you like, convince her to give you head out in the alley/in your car. I follow to watch the show.
1B. Youāre a business guy out with a female client. Maybe youāre married, maybe not. I watch you guys flirting all night and offer a propositionā¦
2. My Straight Roommate
You come home late from a night out with the boys and brought a āfriendā with. Hearing the noises from your room, I get a little curious
3. My Bossās Bachelor Party
Iām brand new to the company and to be nice, you invite me to your bachelor party. A night of drinks and strippers-this oughta be goodā¦
A memoir from my brief stay in France involving realtionships with my then best friend EsmĆØ (18 M) and our favourite teacher Blanche ( 46 F) [MMF]
I still remember that rainy afternoon in December and the events it helped trigger throughout my final year of highschool, as if it had happened just a few moments ago. If I close my eyes and try to recollect those memories, it all comes back to me so vividly and I’m instantly transported back to Montpellier. I can smell the wine in the air and the aroma of warm baguette sandwiches as I walk along the Verdanson neighbourhood holding EsmĆØ ‘s hands as we take a look at the fine art that surrounds us.
Until then I had lived all my life in QuĆØbec. Unlike my uncle, my parents were very poor and could no longer afford to take care of my education along with raising my four younger sisters. So I moved to France with my uncle’s family and attended my final year of highschool there.
I am an introvert and so it didn’t help making friends at a new highschool. Also it was the final year, so already there were more or less fixed groups of students, and I felt really alienated. I was alone most of the time. The first two weeks were tough as hell and it all changed the day I met EsmĆØ.
Open marriage adventures from the male half. [m37/m38][m37/f37][bisexuality][gay][straight]
A couple years before my wife and I opened our marriage, I came out as bisexual to her. She took it well. Didn’t really care. We were monogamous. I spoke freely of my desire for another man and suggested we bring one into our bedroom. Hard pass.
I just couldn’t let it go. To the point where I asked her for a hall pass to experiment with a guy. A one time deal. She agreed.
I jumped on Grindr and started chatting with dudes. I was honest with them, saying I was married to a woman and looking to mess around a bit. Swap oral, maybe a bit more. It didn’t take long to find a handsome guy in the exact same boat as me. He was the same age, married to a woman and looking for some dick.
We met at a local bar with no intentions of getting naked…just to say hi. It went well. We talked about our families, work, had a few laughs and decided we were gunna blow each other. A week later, we met at a motel 6 down the road from my place. I got there first, I cleaned up, stripped down to my boxers and waited for him.
Dream World [M/F 40s] [MMMMMM 20s-60s] [Glory Hole] [Free Use] [Fuck Toy]
The couple pulls into the parking lot. The surroundings look sketchy at best. Lots of bars over business windows. Lots of vacant buildings where businesses once kept shop. But the business whose parking lot they pull into is open: A sun bleached facade of blue brick with a sign in faded red lettering that read āDream World.ā They look at each other at the same time. The car is parked and shut off. Neither of them seem to know what to do next.
The next thing they are aware of is opening the door of Dream World and stepping in. It is well lit. The first thing they see is racks of lingerie in neon colors. Crotchless panties, fishnet stockings, roleplaying costumes. Then magazine racks filled with titles like Only 18 and Stud Ranch. A man in conservative clothing sits behind a counter.
My old diary.
My parents are in the process of moving house and my Mum gave me an old box full of things of mine from the attic from when I was at college and living at home nearly 30 years ago. Below are a few extracts from 1993 š¤
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