[MF] Confusing Relationship

Maybe we both were just fucked up people. I really think that's the only explanation.

Sam was gorgeous. Slim and red haired and smart too. I liked her. Honestly, she was hotter than me. You were lucky to have her as a girlfriend. But somehow we decided it was fun for you to fuck me on the side. And not just cheating, but cheating stupidly. Places where people might here us. Places where she or her friends or family might be around.

That's how we ended up here, in the upstairs bathroom at her parent's house, isn't it? We're just fucked up.

"God, we have to hurry," I muttered, pulling my jeans down. I stopped with them just above my knees. That left my pussy exposed, when I bent over the sink, but I could still pull them up quickly if I needed to. I wished the bathroom had been ridiculous enough to have a second mirror on the other wall. I'm sure I looked even more ridiculous from the back, shaved and dripping, than I did from the front.

These stupid fucks always turned me on so much.

Artistic License {Part 2} [FM, mast] [FF] [first person]

You can start reading here if you skipped Part 1, but since you may want the whole story I'll put links to the other parts in the comments.

I got to the ceramics department quickly, hoping to make up for the time I'd lost that morning. I was looking forward to this project far more than I had expected.

The department advisor met me when I walked in and apologised: "There was a slight mishap earlier this morning: we had a group of local high school students in before dawn for a tour, and one of them broke a small container of paint by the cubbies and . . . " she gestured to the row of shelves and I saw where the paint had spilled, dripping just a splash of paint on the head of my figurine. I stared at in shock, as the advisor apologised again and said to see her if I needed more clay for my project. I nodded, dazed, and walked over to my clay statuette. I picked her up, and touched my finger to the now dry paint, bright pink on her curly hair, right where the shock of pink had been in my girlfriend's hair this morning.

Artistic License {Part 1} [FF] [first person] [erotic fiction]

This began as a response to a prompt on r/dirtywritingprompts and is now several parts long – so there's more to come after this (and it gets sexier) ! I'll put links in the comments.

[WP]. You are an artist. One day for practice you make a clay figure of your SO. Later on, you alter it to find that whenever you alter the figure you alter her real body.

I don't normally sculpt, okay? My talent lies in two-dimensional artwork. I sketch, I photograph, I paint – boringly normal stuff, I know, but I like to think my work isn't boring. After all, I focus on one of the most complex aspects of human existence – the most complex, varied, all-consuming aspect of our lives – sex. I explore the nature of intercourse in the interplay of dark and light in my photographs. I trace the contours of passion in the curves of my nude sketches. I describe the colours of love in the blushes and hues of my watercolours. I have this whole plan for my thesis: showing how reducing the three-dimensional act of sex to two dimensional artwork is analogous to reducing this multi-faceted act of human existence to just two (or three, when I get lucky) people fucking. It loses something when we forget the extra dimension.

Seven Days of Pleasure, Chapter 17 [teen, m/f, M/f, m mast]

Back again with the next chapter. Links to previous chapters are in the comments, if you're interested.

This story is purely fiction.


Chapter 17

Day 7 (Port Day), afternoon (teen, m/f, M/f, m mast)

"Shhh! Someone will hear us!" Adam shushed Rachel as they hid in the closet.

"Sorry, I can't help it, I've been horny all day and you're making me moan with that huge cock of yours," Rachel repled, reaching down and giving Adam's naked hard-on a squeeze. "I just can't get enough of this thing."

They were currently naked in a housekeeping closet. Earlier, they had bumped into each other at the pool that afternoon, and as usual, teenage hormones took over…


The two teens were lounging in the pool in a private little corner. Under the water, things had gotten a little heated, mainly because Rachel had slipped her hand into Adam's swim trunks and currently had wrapped it around his hard cock. In return, Adam's hands were conveniently located on Rachel's tits, where he was playing with her nipples, which he knew drove her wild. Her face was flushed with lust, when…

"ADAM!" his mother all but shouted. "Can you hear me?"

The Haunted House, Part 1 [Incest]

Lord, I hate Monday mornings. This morning I made the mistake of “just checking” my reddit account, and then next thing I know I was going to be an hour late. Screw it, l called in and took the day off. After burning another half hour I decided to peruse craigslist for a bit. I’d never looked at casual encounters in the morning, and figured I’d see what scams I could identify. As the list loaded on my screen, the very first ad caught my eye. “BORED HOUSEWIFE” in big blue letters. Sucked in on the very first one, I clicked. Hmmmm No picture, no description, just text. “Real NSA. I don’t want to know your name or anything about you. We meet, we fuck, we go on our merry separate ways.” I check the posting time. 8 Minutes ago. Odd, never seen one that quick. I think for a minute about how one could accomplish a completely anonymous coupling.

Then it hit’s me and I click to reply. “I know a place, dark and private. You’ll never even see my face, nor I yours. And no one will pay attention to your screams. Interested? E-mail me at TheArtfulLurker@gmail.com”. I quickly hit send, half resigned to getting another “I’m a nurse with Doctors without Borders in Nigeria” or “click on this to verify you’re not a rapist” and desperately hoping this is real.

Her Night With The Guys – Chapter 1 [gangbang, bondage]

This is my first time writing and posting an erotic story. Please, please, please leave your comments and let me know if you like this story or not.

“Her Night With The Guys” was inspired by and is dedicated to a sweet, wonderful, beautiful woman whom I found here on reddit.com/r/gonewild. This story was created over the course of 4 days by sending private messages back and forth between us. It is written as told to and with her (Natalie in the story). Here is a link to a very hot and very sexy picture of this amazing woman……….http://imgur.com/mL4tCIN

Jack meets Amanda and Andrew, Part 1[BDSM][Chastity][Sissy]

My name is Jack and I’m 22. I was dealing with a bad break up when I decided that I would try going on the internet to find someone to hook up with. Part of the reason why my last girlfriend and I split is because I have some pretty sick fantasies that she didn’t want to be a part of. I’ve always really wanted to be in a three way relationship between another man and a woman. I would serve as a sexual slave for my partners and satisfy them in any way they wanted. I knew it was going to be kind of a stretch to find someone who was into the same things I am, but luckily I found a nice couple in about a month that sounded real and sounded like they wanted to have fun.

First time writer, please read [ MF ]

Hi guys, basically I had a chat with my girlfriend yesterday and I was telling her I used to love to read the naughty letters in the back of porn mags when I was a kid and I told her I would have a go at writing a short erotica story for her one day. She asked me to go for it. I wrote a little something on my commute to work. She loved it and I decided to send it out into the big bad world.

I haven’t proof read it so I’m just going to post it here and any feedback would be greatly appreciated. It’s a fair read by the way. Thank you.


I was behind the C block of Madame La Forte’s reform boarding school for girls, a place where I have worked for the past 18 months as resident handyman. The pay is decent, I can keep to myself and there’s always something for me to do.

I was busy putting the bolts back in when I heard “Hey Jimmy” this is nothing new as the campus is full of pre and post pubescent teens and apart from a few older professors there’s not many men here so I usually do get things shouted. I pay no mind as I have a niece about their age and wouldn’t dream of touching them inappropriately.

[26, M4A] – This is just for fun and will be in parts [Pet play]

Through the daily working grind of driving into stop and go traffic, the lectures from the boss, and the stack of ever growing bills there is always one smiling face that is waiting to great me at the door. She’s always been there for me and always will be there. When things get me down she brings out that last bit of energy from me. Some people may find it odd that I’m a 26 year old male living with a cat but that’s not really any of their business and I will share as many stories as I want of tails knocking over cups as long as they keep telling their boring stories about their children. It’s the life that I enjoy living and I wouldn’t change a thing about it.

There is so much anger in the world right now that it can be so unavoidable. The drive home was plagued with it. The car that slams its brakes giving the car behind them no choice but to slam into their bumper. The Boss who can’t seem to decide if he wants to be aa good guy or the nemesis of all weekends. This feeling is something that I hate to carry with me for any longer than it takes to get through the door to home. Sometimes it does manage to linger just long enough to make my stress levels evident. So I stay in my car and clear my head from everything that happened that day.

From one to the next. Part 1 [MF] [oral] [anal]

I knock on the door of your dorm room with flowers in hand. It had been two weeks since we last saw each other and I wanted to remind her how good we are together. With her transferring to a new college a strain had been put on us that we had not faced before. She answered the door with her usual smile, from ear to ear, as sincere as I have ever seen. I hand her the flowers and she smelled them, thanking me, as she put them into a vase in the kitchen. She turned to me and said that all three of her roommates left for class. I ask, "So we have the place to ourselves?" She responded by pulling her shirt over her head and throwing it on the floor.