Robbie, the BBW goddess, and her lover, April, make a new friend in Barbados (lesbian, threesome, public sex, cum play)

Hello, friends! This is a small excerpt from my book, The Diary of Robbie – The Erotic Journey of a BBW Goddess. Hope you enjoy it, and if you do, I would love to hear from you. You can purchase the full series for a heavily discounted price here https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1152848. Enjoy!

The prospect of meeting April again was tempting. I had missed her more than I was ready to admit. Suddenly, I found myself asking her to join me on the trip to Barbados and two days later we were holding hands tightly as the plane shook and shimmied over the Atlantic, making its best impression of a grasshopper with its tail on fire, after being caught in the aftermath of a hurricane heading for the US coast.

Eventually we landed and never had I been more grateful to feel terra ferma under the soles of my feet. As we went out of the airport terminal we were greeted by paradise, so much so that it almost caused sensory overload. So much green of all shades, shapes and sizes glistening in the morning Bajan sun almost hurt my eyes, accustomed to the 500 shades of grey of the British autumn. So many new fragrances in the air, unknown to our continental brains, each one both strong and pleasant, that for a few minutes I not so much breathed, but sniffed the air. So many unknown sounds of birds I had never seen or heard before that soon my neck hurt from constantly turning my head up, left and right, trying to spot the twitterer.

A Femboy Fairy Tale [romantic] [MM]

**Author’s note: I am an afab bisexual who enjoys reading & writing from various gender perspectives. If reading gay content from female writers isn’t your thing, feel free to move on quietly. Respectful feedback always welcome.**

*Content includes: femboy, straight-to-bi discovery, oral, anal, fingering, handjob, tucking, oil, interracial (NOT raceplay), romance, happy ending*

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It had been a while since I had been to a house party that great. Something about hitting our later twenties, getting careers, getting married, having kids, and actually owning our own houses seemed to have put a bit of a damper on my friend group’s proclivity towards cutting loose. But when Damian turned 30 we all seemed to collectively set aside our reservations. We partied like we were 21 again, the booze flowed freely (and not the cheap swill we used to buy as students, thankfully), and they were passing joints around in the backyard.

[M] I got horny at a friends house while nobody was home.

I’m at a friends house for a little bonfire so everyone’s outside. I’m in the closet so nobody knows I’m gay. I ask to head to the washroom needing to pee and after finishing horniness hits me. I leave the washroom and as none of their family is home I go looking for their older brothers bedroom. Luckily at the end of the hall is a door with a nice sign saying his name. As my heart pounds a little I go into his room turn the light on and scramble to look for the old laundry basket. I find it and scavenge for some nice worn underwear. I find a nice pair of boxers and quickly hide it under the hoodie I was holding. I come back to the bonfire and put it in my bag. When I got home I jerked off sniffing the smell of sweat as it’s been hot lately and find a little cum stain. I’ve been using the underwear as a cum rag and sniffing the smell. I’m wearing them right now jerking off.

Sucking Two Strangers in front of a crowd (30f) [FM]

Aged nineteen, the time in your life when all the very best mistakes are made, some friends and I decided it would be wise to spend what little remained of our collective student loans to celebrate surviving our first year of university by jetting off on an exotic and exciting holiday. We pictured sun, sea and sand, sipping expensive cocktails on flashy yachts, and being served our drinks by handsome men wearing nothing but uncomfortably tight speedos. We very quickly realised however that our budget wouldn’t actually stretch to anything that could be even vaguely described as ‘exotic’, so instead booked a week in the somewhat less exclusive Ayia Napa in Cyprus.

For the unaware, Ayia Napa is (or at least was at the time) considered to be something of a 18-30 ‘wild time’ paradise. And yes, paradise is being used ironically. It’s a party-party-party type location by reputation, where the vast majority of vacationers will be sleeping through the day and setting both the world and their loins on fire by night. There was said to be no place on earth where casual sexual encounters could be found, indulged in and dismissed so easily, readily and without comment or judgement.

15 Years Later CH 3&4 [Plot] [Slow Burn]

CH 3 A Strange Proposal (Kyle)

I wake up with a pleasing sight. My account gained another fifteen thousand subs last night!

I go through my morning routine. Shower, brush teeth, pushups, pullups, check emails. Reading through the emails, I find a few that are actually worth something. I still reply to the job postings, even though I hope I don’t have to work on them anymore. After my TikTok video went viral and my channel took off, I’ve been getting more people onto my previously dead Twitter, Instagram and YouTube. Most importantly, I’ve seen my books start to sell. So far, I’ve actually made enough to pay for this month’s mortgage and next month’s.

I take a deep breath. It’s all good news, it’s all worth getting excited about, but I know it’s not a guarantee that it keeps going. This might just be the reprieve I needed to have time to get another job. The rest of my morning is filled with replying to Indeed job postings, filling out the same fucking information over and over. If this social media stuff works out, I’m going back to school to get a bachelors in something. Most of these places don’t even give a shit what it’s in, a bachelors in punching walls would be good enough.

JOBud Got Serious [MM]

*Reddit deleted some of my old stories for some reason so I took that as an oppurtunity to re-read them and make some minor edits. As always let me know what you think*

My marriage wasn’t going well. We loved each other and I knew we were meant to be together but after 3 kids in 7 years we were more like roommates than lovers. She focused all her energies on the kids. She quit her job and stayed at home. She drove them to and from school every day. Went to bake sales and PTA meetings. Everything was “off of Pintrest” or “this influencer on Instagram painted this in her son’s room.”

I was grateful. I really was. She dedicated her life to the family and I respected her hard work. But I was lonely. I caught myself flirting with a girl at work once and I felt very bad. On my way home that day I bought her flowers and chocolate. She took the flowers and told me that she saw this cute centerpiece with roses that she wanted to copy.

[M] I was a massage therapist and ate out my [F] client (Part II)

**Part I**

[https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/vd6xwm/m_i_was_a_massage_therapist_and_ate_out_my_fclient/](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/vd6xwm/m_i_was_a_massage_therapist_and_ate_out_my_fclient/)

**PART II**

About a year since my massage fling with Lori, I decided to come visit the city and reunite with my old salon coworkers. We met at a bar which consisted of plenty drinks, shots, old stories that made us reflect back on when I used to work there.

One hairstylist whose name is Chris, is a gay male hairstylist with a huge clientele. He happened to also be Lori’s hairstylist. As we started to get loosened up from the alcohol, Chris and I had a conversation about Lori. He would tell me how prior to getting massages from me, she was hard to deal with at times. Although she had a serious attitude, she tipped him very well so just had to tolerate her for the next hour. That is until he noticed her attitude changed ever since she started getting massages from me. Chris began telling me how much better of a mood Lori was in after her massage, and not only that, how friendly she started to act. Their conversations were much more pleasant and Lori’s serious demanding demeanor melted away and revealed a wild girl who wanted to have fun, but maintained a serious attitude to portray an image of success and authority.

Deanna, the Collector Ch2 [Fdom] [Msub] [BDSM] [Pain] [Pegging]

CH 1: [https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/vn9yua/deanna_the_collector_ch1fdom_msub_humiliation/](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/vn9yua/deanna_the_collector_ch1fdom_msub_humiliation/)

I run down a set of marble stairs to the foyer and then into a living room with a massive sectional around a coffee table. In the corner, the long curtains call to me, and I hide amongst the folds.

A loud roar echoes through the house. “I’m coming for you, *bitch*! I’m going to smack that pretty little ass and then pound you into the fucking dirt.”

A rattle from the metal rings on the curtain rod alert me to the fact that I’m shaking. My heart beats at like a hummingbird’s but I can’t tell if it’s from fear or excitement.

She comes into the living room and takes a deep breath through her nose. “Oh, I can smell your fear, little boy.” She stomps over to me and yanks me from the curtains.

An involuntary yelp escapes me. I knew she would be strong, for a girl at least, but she tosses me to the couch as if I’m a throw pillow.

“Alright, bitch. Stick that ass out for your swipe.” I lean over the couch, but she huffs. “*Meh*. Not like that.”

A first time experience [M/M]

Was messing around in AI Dungeon for the first time in a while and this came from that. Decided to post it for the first time. Might be a little awkward in places but I hope some of you out there enjoy.

You are a 35 year old man who has had feelings that he wanted to be taken sexually by another man. You’ve come to the local gay bar to explore those desires and see if you can find a partner to help you fulfill them.
You’ve been single for a few years. Before that you had a serious girlfriend who you were happy with. But she broke up with you, and you couldn’t get over her. You realized that deep down you longed to feel the sexual touch of another man and experience another cock besides your own. You just didn’t know it was possible for you to have that until you became gay.
You sit at the bar and notice a hot cute guy at the end of the counter staring at you.

It’s a Sin – Part 1 (DubCon, Date Rape, Repressed Lesbian, Oral)

Ivy spent the whole morning trying to focus on her studies Monday, but it hadn’t helped any more than praying for forgiveness in her church the morning before. Nothing could put the guilt of what she’d done with Anna on Friday out of her mind. It hadn’t just been stupid – it had also been a sin. Even worse than either of those things was how good it had felt though. People had seen – they had to have. Even now they might be gossiping from one to the other that Ivy the Ice Queen had made out with another girl at a party. By the end of the week it would be all over school, and in a couple more weeks someone in her bible study group or one of her sisters might hear about it. She shuddered at the thought. She was an 18 year old senior in high school. People should be talking about how smart she was as a freaking honor student, or how well she’d done at the last track meet, not how hot she looked with Anna Palmer’s tongue in her mouth.