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Himbos, Hunks, Mean boyfriends, etc. [Lit. Writing, OC x CANON stuff, Gay stuff, the usual] [T4B]

*Hello, everyone! My name is Theodore (Teddy, for short), I am an experienced writer (over eight years and counting) with an adoration for terrible, horny, romances (ha).*

*So, for starters, I am a terrible gay — and as expressed in the text above, I love terrible romances. Oh! And for future reference — I’m the one playing as a canon character lol.*

*I enjoy everything there is to literature, and with that, I enjoy it’s many genres (as stated above). It’s easy for me to adapt. I’ve had experiences with just about, almost, everything. High Fantasy, Noir, Slice of life,, the list could go on. My roleplays range from complex stories, to things that are simple and easier to process (depending on my partner’s preference). This, however, should not be confused with the average two to three sentences that makeup something similar to a child’s storybook — that would be cringe.* Read more »

A mother in-law’s unexpected journey Part nine.[M4F] Terry at the bbq

Bernie woke to find a pink stain in her knickers while she was changing and getting dressed. She wasn’t sore, more tender than anything. Padraig better be grateful, after all she didn’t want to do it, but did anyway. There was many a thing she’d contemplate doing, fantasizing about but anal wasn’t one of them. The dirty talk last night really turned her on though she had to admit. Talk was cheap and she’d never dream of having a threesome, Jesus at her age, it was just crazy, but she liked to imagine it. She had for many a year. Her and two strangers…Jesus snap out of it Bernie. Catch yourself on. She went down and boiled the kettle. Soon Padraig appeared and asked how things were, was she ok after last night and replied all’s grand. She asked if he enjoyed it and he told her how it felt inside her arse, how tight and pleasurable, he then whispered in her ear how she was like his own fuck toy. Bernie liked the talk. Niamh was her flesh and blood, she’d die for Niamh, so she seen this as looking after Niamhs marriage. Keeping Padraig happy, kept their marriage alive. She was turned on by names he called her. Fuck toy..made her feel slutty and she loved it. They talked briefly, talked about the end of summer bbq up at Donnellys on Sunday evening and was he working on the Monday as it was a bank holiday, he said he wasn’t sure what was happening. He’d leave it up to Niamh. Bernie said she’d love to see him there. She was buying a new outfit for it and said he’d love it. He grabbed her bum, squeezed and said I’d love to ride you right now, she said why didn’t he, Niamh was sleeping, but he didn’t have time. He’d better go. I’ll talk to you later Bernie he said. She replied with I can’t wait.
Terry Mc Starry was every inch the whore master. His promiscuity caused him his marriage and home. He couldn’t help himself. He worked as a sales rep for the meat company Padraig was at. While they didn’t know each other, he’d heard of Terry sexual exploits. He was there east and Midlands rep so he covered Offaly, Meath ,Kildare, Louth as well as Dublin and Wicklow. He was living in Dublin and only was down at the factory once a month to touch base with the bosses. Padraig made his way over to him in the canteen. Got talking, football and hurling to start and then women. He started to tell wild stories about women, married and single, old and young, it didn’t matter. He’d ride the harp of a halfpenny. Interesting thought Padraig. Padraig asked about age limits on how old would e g, he responded with if it’s a pulse it’s fair game. Jesus he was perfect. He didn’t know Padraig or his family. He didn’t know Bernie either. He was only down here for two hours once a month. He asked him would he fancy a one off threesome with a widow who lived in the town, he said no problem, just no gay stuff. Padraig agreed. He said about bbq on Sunday. He could meet her there. Terry said he wasn’t sure if he could make it down, he’d let him know by the weekend. Padraig explained he’d have to convince her and that it would only be a meet up to see if they clicked, Terry understood and passed him his card. Ring me on Friday night. Not a bother said Padraig.
He never opened his mouth to Bernie. He just went about his business, looked about Niamh that week. On the Thursday evening when he went to collect Niamh the three of them were all talking. Cahir was out on the lash, and Niamh suggested they go to the bbq for the craic. Even just to show there face for an hour. Padraig agreed. He then asked Bernie could he use her toilet and she said don’t be silly, he didn’t have to ask, he then said to Niamh give him a minute and then they’d head home. Ok Padraig. What was really on his mind was blowing his load. He needed to wank, so as he was about to enter the bathroom he changed his mind. He went into Bernies bedroom, he flicked the light on and went to her knicker drawer. He pulled out a pair of satin panties, then went to her wardrobe and found the navy trousers. He laid the garments on the bed and started to pull himself off. It didn’t take long before he shot the load over the trousers and panties. He wiped his dripping cock around the crotch of the trousers. He left everything on the bed. He then went down to Niamh, thanked Bernie for helping and the two of them went home.
When Bernie retired for the night she’d seen what he’d done. Fuck..it so turned her on. She stripped down to her underwear and climbed into bed. She got the wet panties and sticky trousers and rubbed it around and up her cunt, before massaging her clit and cumming herself, leaving the sheets between her legs soaking.. She couldn’t wait to the bbq, couldn’t wait to see Padraig’s face when she’d wear her knew outfit, it would be a Sunday evening as well, bank holiday weekend and getting his cock, what could be better, with that she fell asleep

My [23M] True First time with a Trans Female

TLDR: My tinder date had more than I expected, I didn’t stop.

–This is my story from college last year. I’m reposting because I don’t have access to my old account, I want all the people who followed me to be able to find me!–

Hello everyone, I am 24 and not exactly sure what I’m into. I always thought I was straight into cis women exclusively then I met a beautiful woman who happened to be trans a few years ago. I had no idea which to me at the time was surprising, I always thought you could tell, either from the body type or the way of speech. This experience really confirmed to me that trans people are the sex they identify as. Anyway, the date went really great! We went ice skating and to dinner and had a great time talking. Definitely my best tinder date ever haha.

After dinner we were holding hands walking back to my car and when I opened the door for her instead of getting in she turned to look at me, tell tale kiss me sign, so I did. And we were heavily making out in a maggianos parking lot lol. She broke off the kiss and asked to get into the car so we could talk. I assumed she wanted to go to one of our places to have sex.. I was right but that’s not what she said. Read more »

The D.C. Girl Chronicles: Reunion – Chapter 6 [MF]

Chapter 6: Who Are You Now?

She immediately starts to get concerned about dinner. I suggest take out. “No way, I’m committed to making you a proper meal babe” she shoots back at me.

She’s serious. It’s heartwarming to hear. The comment snaps me back into a brief moment of introspection.

Nearly 12 hours into consciousness this Saturday, I’ve cum three times. Six times in total since I’ve arrived. But the night is young, and time as stated earlier, is moving forward in spite of my perfect sex weekend.

She starts making dinner around 7. She provides me with a drink (more champagne), some trail mix (the best appetizer she can rustle up), and a fully rolled joint that I agree to take, even though I know I don’t need it.

The boast she’s given my sexual ego since I’ve arrived is the only high I need. Yet here I am, puffing away.

Dinner is done close to 8. She sets the table with the precision of a housewife from a 1950s sitcom. Silverware, plates, drinking and wine glasses are all laid out perfectly. Read more »

An arousing swim with another one of my friends [FF] [wetlook]

Read the previous part [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/uhl85y/the_pool_party_of_our_lives_ff_wetlook/) (it’s a bit long, but it’s worth it :).

After our incredibly arousing pool party, Anna, Ivonne and I had become much more open to each other. We weren’t gay, per se — at least I think we weren’t — but there was something deeply arousing in the naughtiness of touching and kissing your best friend.

Especially when they’re in soaking wet clothes.

I was surprised at how Anna and Ivonne welcomed wetlook too — Anna seemed to genuinely enjoy it, and while Ivonne originally didn’t find it arousing at all, she decided to keep doing it with us for fun.

Near the end of our stay at the resort, Anna left a few days ahead in order to visit some relatives on the way back. Ivonne and I stayed behind, trying to make the most of our remaining break time.

We decided to go to the beach, so we picked out some clothes to swim in and headed out. I was wearing a black rock band T-shirt, tights and sneakers, and Ivonne was wearing a cute red tee with puff sleeves — she really liked these — slim jeans and running shoes. We were both wearing underwear. Just as we put our things down, she pulled my hand and turned me around. Read more »

[FM] I’m gay… and I just let the first man I fucked finish inside me

I was always curious about trying something with a guy, so I met one off tinder that I was talking to for a bit. He’s very tall (6’4) and fit, and suprisingly sweet and respectful. Agreed that he wouldnt kiss me or anything. We got coffee and then went to his place. He was very careful, asking if he could touch me. So eventually I let him and he started rubbing my pussy through my jeans. I quickly got really really turned on and wet. My pants and underwear quickly came off and then his large finger was directly on my clit, rubbing it with an almost expert touch. At this point I was moaning and dripping all over his fingers so he asked if he could fuck me and I said yes. He said he could put a condom on or just pull out. I asked if he could pull out. Read more »

Gemma’s unfortunate encounter [M4F]

Limerick was like every city in the world. Crime gangs, drugs and prostitution. Yep Limerick had it all. Not to be outdone by the likes of Dublin, Cork and Belfast in the north, Limericks savage unemployment rate was a scourge. That’s why Gemma was luckier than most. Luckier because she had a job. Now at thirty one and an only child she should have been settled in a relationship maybe even a home to call her own, but no. Not Gemma. Gemma was born a normal child but could not grasp her chance at education. She would’ve been in the remedial classes in school. The nuns would regularly beat her for given the wrong answer to a average question.
So here she was now. Working in town for a local grocery chain. She was never going to excel in life. But she was content. This was it and it was ok. Her father had died when she was a teenager. A massive heart attack at a local GAA match one Sunday afternoon. Her mother was, at the most ok but like Gemma had that slight vulnerability about her. A cruel saying would follow both of them, ” they’re not the full shilling ” or ” they’re touched “. Anyway back to that unfortunate encounter Gemma was about to have.
Darragh Mulvaney was it. He had it. The job, the fast car, the expensive clothes the lifestyle and of course the pick of the women. Along with good looks, confidence and the gift of the gab,Darragh was a successful property developer. Buying knocked down priced properties to rejuvenate them with a revamp and hefty price tag he was a shrewd boy. In his mid thirties now Darragh had no intention of settling down. In fact, quiet the opposite. Work hard and party hard was a favourite motto of his. But Darragh had a dark side. Mr Mulvaney like to control people. Vulnerable people. Not people like Caroline Hennessey, she was beautiful, successful in her own right and would have gladly married Darragh, but she was a strong woman. Independent and didn’t need a man to control her. No what Darragh Mulvaney wanted was someone soft. A willing participant in any of his sick perverted fantasies. Someone he could normalize his depravity to.
Gemma was in work as usual that day. Filling the shelves and fridges like she always did. So she wouldn’t have noticed Darragh that day. But he noticed her and he had a savage dose of the horn. He’d been up all night watching vanilla, inter racial, bdsm and even gay porn just to get himself off. Gemma stood out like a sore thumb. Her uniform was dusty and way to small. Her polo shirt had shrunk because of the tumble dryer was the way she dried it. Her work trousers were a size to small. Her white fleshy belly could be seen sitting over the waist band. The knees of her trousers were shiny from constantly been on her knees stacking lower level shelves and she constantly wiped her dusty hands on the bum of them. She was perfect thought Darragh. He approached Gemma and asked if they accepted card as payment knowing fine well it was a city centre location, of course they would.
He then got speaking to her. The usual small talk. How long had she been working there? ,Did she like it? Did she have a boyfriend? That’s right. Mulvaney wasn’t wasting any time. To him, she was dim and easy. By the end of the conversation he’d handed her his swanky card with his number and told her to call him. Maybe they could go out for a date. Invite a few friends. By the time he’d left, Gemma’s head was spinning. Her face was flushed with guilt. She wasn’t used to this sort of attention, especially from a man wearing a tailored to perfection suit. This was the stuff of dreams. She couldn’t wait to get home. Get home and phone the number on the card. Work couldn’t finish quick enough today..things were finally starting to look up for Gemma. A handsome successful go getter had asked her out, her, Gemma Keane the shop assistant..

I [27F]went down on an elderly lady [70F?]that I grew up going to church with.

So yes, the story is as crazy as the title sounds. This is how it happened. Like any good town, mine has a lesbian bar. I often hit it up. Probably at least 3 times a week. I meet lots of great gals and get lots of good dates and sexy out of it. Never have really seen anyone there that has surprised me – until the other day. I walked it and was scanning the room until my eyes saw an elderly lady I thought I knew as a kid. I stared for a minute and took out my phone to look to see if I was right. I went to her Facebook and sure enough that was definitely her.

She was sitting all alone and looked a little bit uncomfortable. Growing up I knew she was definitely not gay. She was very conservative and had a husband then. I finished the rest of my drink and decided it was time to go say hey to make her feel welcome. I made my way over and said “hi Ms. Louise!” She look startled and then saw it was me. She smiled and hugged me and told me I looked very different. We caught up on life and she ended up telling me that she was a very late bloomer and that’s why she divorced. I told her I was proud of her and excited for her. She said she was surprised I turned out this way as well. I told her I couldn’t be more glad that I did. Read more »

Downfall – An Erotic Invasion – Chapter 6: On the Run

They lay like that together, naked and entwined in the afterglow of their first lesbian experiance. Lisa worried in silence that she was doomed to become a dyke now that her first time had been with another woman. She felt the desperate need to pray for forgiveness, but naked and reeking of sex was hardly the right moment to talk to God, and she couldn’t bring herself to disrupt this perfect moment. Eventually their perfect little silence was broken when Margaret asked “So what the hell is going on?” Those seven little words shattered the bubble that they’d been sharing and brought her back to the real world.

Lisa sat up on one elbow so she could look her lover in the eyes, and after resisting the need to kiss her friend again in one last attempt to try to ignore the horror story that had become their life, Lisa told her everything she knew. It poured out of her, and once she started talking, she just couldn’t make herself stop. For the next half hour they just lay there while she told her about Chad, the aliens and all the details she knew. She told her about how dangerous the pheromones were and how quickly the eggs seemed to mature inside their hosts. She told what had happened to her mom and their friends, and when there were no more words they just cried together with the fear and the loss of it all. Read more »