Death’s real name. [MF]

This is my first story here, so I apologize if I get a tag wrong or something lol. So this is just an idea that came to me while i was going about my day, about a prince and his girlfriend who’s an assassin. I worked on it all day today lol…..It’s long, and I admit it dosen’t get juicy for a while. If you want, you can look for some lemons 🍋🍋 to know where to look for the the sex.

But, even if you skip to the best parts, I hope you enjoy the story!
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I had grown attached to the feeling. It came on me whenever i was alone for too long, exactly once a day. The feeling of death. Of life ending. Of a body hitting the floor, and never waking up again. It was scary at first….but it was familiar, and a welcome feeling now. Regardless of the sensations it gave….it signified my girlfriend coming to visit.

I gave the feeling- I gave HER, a challenge today. I stood inside the castle, wandering the halls. My studies for the day were over, and it was just after dinner. No one would be looking for or pestering me for the retst of the night.

making it a hot massage

Should have been a normal massage This story is short and sweet but with an erotic twist. I was just looking for a massage to help with my back from work. The massage location isn’t known for special treatment, but I never count any location out entirely. You never know right?

I was in my car waiting for the time I requested on the phone and something occurred to me. What if I had my set to chime or alarm during the massage. If it did that a couple times in a row it could be interpreted as someone texting me. As if I forgot to turn my phone off and have it seem as though someone really was trying to get me. So that is the premise of this story.

I set a bunch of alams to chime about 30 minutes into my massage. They only needed to chime for 30 seconds and then stop. I set a couple in a row so it seemed like I was being texted about 5 to 10 times in a row. Which oddly enough was a minimal amount my girlfriend would hit me up when she really wanted to get in touch with me. She and I didn’t really talk on the phone, it’s all texts.

my girlfriend has sensitive nipples… [MF]

“Ry! You’re home early!”

I kick the door closed and take my shoes off, eyeing her. She’s sitting at the small wooden desk, her laptop set out, a webcam on a tripod behind it. “Did I catch you chatting with your other boyfriends?”

Daphne rolls her eyes and giggles. “Oh, yeah, all dozen of them. At the same time. You jealous?” Her sarcasm is thick.

Our apartment’s small, the desk is shoved in the corner, the camera faces the door, I’m in the background of her shot. “You’re not streaming, are you?”

“No,” she says, “I wouldn’t do that to you. I’m making a recording, a math lesson.”

I walk up behind her, lean over her shoulder, peer at the screen. I see myself, then check out Daphne’s mane of dyed burgundy hair, her cute smiling face. Her delightfully large tits. We make eye contact through the screen. “You look good.”

“Mmm, thanks.” She cranes her neck, we kiss. Her lips are soft, she smells sweet.

I shoot my tongue into her mouth, feel her moan. “I actually think you should leave this in your video,” I say, “Give those kids something to fantasize about.”

[MF] Sinful Shoppers

Charlie had been caught. The pretty brunette walking ahead of him down the aisle smirked. He didn’t know how long she had been looking over her shoulder, watching him stare as she strutted along, her tight skirt suggestively hugging each cheek as they alternated rising and falling with each step. He stopped walking and stood in the middle of the aisle in embarrassment, but she didn’t make a scene. She faced forward again, playfully tossing her ponytail.

Did she like it? Charlie wondered if he had offended her. But he could swear her strides grew more deliberate, exaggerating the rhythms of her hips. She stopped and looked both ways down the aisle. Charlie imitated her, seeing no one, just the two of them, though the occasional shopper passed the open ends of the aisle. The woman in the dress touched a bag of chips. They fell to the floor. She leaned forward, bending over much farther than she needed to, arching her back dramatically.

Charlie swallowed hard. He watched her dress, which wasn’t long to begin with, climb. The line of it pulled up along the curves of her ass. She wore nothing underneath. Slowly, she straightened, her eyes making contact with his and boldly holding his gaze. She resumed her normal pace and walked ahead, straightening her dress, turning at the aisle’s end and disappearing.

The Scandi Dancer [MFF]

In the late aughts there was a website that trafficked in intelligent smut called Nerve. Their dating service, matching the site, was edgier than most. Singles, couples, bi, straight and otherwise all mixed.

That’s where my girlfriend and I met S. She was a dancer (of the artistic variety). My girl described her as an “impossible pinup.” Lithe, curvy, she had porcelain skin, dark hair, and ice blue eyes. She was brilliant and very shy. In my experience, it’s always the quiet ones you have to watch out for.

One night, a summer rain storm trapped the three of us at a restaurant in Brooklyn. We decided to make a break for it. Running and laughing hysterically, we were soaked to bone when we came spilling into our apartment. As we started to shed our wet clothes, everything got quiet. There was a long moment of tension and eye contact, broken by the first kiss then we pushed our way to the bedroom, stripping down making out the whole way.

Here, in no particular order, are my memories from that night….

The buttonholes on her shirt were too small for her buttons. She said it was protection from rogues like us.

My MIL became my friends with benefits. [MF]

Another (LONG) addition to the wild time I used to have with my ex Mother-in-law. If you haven’t read the past stories, they start here. https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/t31bc6/how_my_affair_with_my_mil_started_mf/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share

Last I left you, my MIL/GF mom Laura, had given me a wet and slippery lesson on how to go down on a woman. Initially our affair was supposed to be a one time thing. That lasted maybe a week.

Anyways, after experiencing a woman orgasming into my mouth, I became addicted to eating pussy. So much so that I started going down on my GF until she’d cum almost every time we’d fuck. Which leads me to the start of our next adventure.

Ex ended up dancing semi naked on a gap year

Only a short one here…
My old girlfriend, broke up a few years ago, went on a gap year around Asia after college.

We dated briefly before she went and resumed right after she got back and only then made it exclusive.

To say she was eye catching was an understatement.

Petite, blonde, cute, enormous tits… like seriously, they made her infamous and she had a love hat relationship with them.

I saw some photos of her in warmer climates with all her friends lounging around in bikinis all the time with a killer tan.

She said she’d just spend all day in a bikini with friends and on occasion go out at night in them with a loose top or something over them.

Needless to say with boobs her size the bikini hid nothing.

When I enquired about these boozy parties she went on she ended up telling me one night she ended up dancing nude with some of her girlfriends.

She told me one club had a bubble machine and in the course of dancing she noticed her bikini bottoms had slipped off (she assumed somebody pulled the string or she caught something).

(MF) Summer’s Just Begun (teasing) (slow-burn) (con) (oral)

*Hey All, this is my first post on here, and I wanted to try my hand at erotic literature. It’s a bit slow, but I have ideas to expand if there’s interest. Please share whatever feedback you have, because it’s always appreciated! It’s a bit longer than what I imagine a lot of posts are, but I hope you give it a shot! I also leaned a bit more vanilla here, but it was still a fun write.*
*Happy reading!*

Alex didn’t particularly enjoy being asked to go on a pity vacation by his older sister, Sarah. It wasn’t exactly a conversation he was very invested in, but he nonetheless said yes.


“Didn’t your girlfriend just break up with you?” Sarah had asked, her raven hair resting to one side of her head.

“Well– yeah,” Alex responded, “But I’m not particularly interested in going to the beach while you and your girlfriend hang all over each other the entire time.”

[M]y wife 42 rarely wants sex so I cheated in Vegas

We’ve been together 10+ years and my wife (42) has never been one to really want it on the regular. I’m not sure what happened but over the last couple of years it has gotten much less frequent and worse. What I mean by worse is that the sex is just – well – – – blah. We have no health issues, she has an incredible body and I am ready, willing, capable and have more than enough to satisfy.
So I was complaining to an old girlfriend (48) about the entire thing one night over drinks. We happen to be in the same city for a business trip. I had no intention of hooking up with her or doing anything to jeopardize my marriage. I’m sure you know how the rest of this story goes. One tequila shot led to another and we found ourselves at a hotel checking in for the night. The sex was amazing. I am not sure if it was because I hadn’t really had good sex in years or my ex was trying extra hard to impress. We were not even all the way in the room and she had my cock out of my pants. By the time the door closed my pants were below my waist and she was deep throating me in front of the bathroom. You know how there is the mirror in hotel bathrooms by the door – well there I was staring in the mirror as she took all of me in her mouth.
We made it to the bed eventually and I was going down on her to return the favor – another thing which my wife will no longer let me do to her. After my ex came we fucked and fucked for hours. We even had anal sex which was a first for both of us. I was blown away at her willingness to want anal because when we were together we never even discussed it. My wife has expressed some interest in anal but always changes the subject when I try to initiate anal. At most my wife will allow me to play with her anus with my fingers.
So the next morning comes around and I have to catch a flight home and my ex has to get back to her conference. She sucked my cock one last time for about 10 minutes. She kept bringing me to the edge and stopping which was mind-blowing (pun intended). I asked her why we never fucked like that before and she said “not sure but we will fuck like this from now on for however long you want. I’m not about ruining your marriage or my relationship (she has a boyfriend), so let’s plan on doing this as much as we can”.
So here I am today. In love with my wife, looking forward to fucking my ex but wishing that all of this steaming sex was with my wife. I have always had a high libido and get crazed when I can’t have it regularly. Before you advise me to try and tell my wife how I feel don’t bother. I’ve tried and tried. I told her I wasn’t happy in the bedroom but that seems to fall on deaf ears and she gets defensive.
I really do want all of the passion with my wife. She works a lot but I think she uses that as an excuse. I get the feeling she is not attracted to me and has just gotten too comfortable. It is a waste because my wife is so beautiful inside and out. What’s a guy to do?

My girlfriend has a twin [Part 2]

[[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/ui18ty/my_girlfriend_has_a_twin/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)]

Part 2 1/5

I immediately jumped off the bed and scrambled to find my shirt and boxers. I put them on and turned around to find the twin I just fucked still nonchalantly laying on the bed, my cum still all over her body.

“What the fuck are you doing??” I whispered loudly.

“Calm down, just turn off the light and pretend you’re sleeping” she responded.

In a flash scramble, I silently unlocked the door, turned off the already dimmed lights, grabbed a towel off the chair for her to clean up and jumped into bed under the covers. I had no idea what I would when she comes in.

I heard the fridge open and close, some light switches flip on and off. It was obviously my girlfriend since no one else lived here. My heart was beating fast. All I could think of was her walking into my room and see me in bed next to her naked twin sister.