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Seven Days of Pleasure, Chapter 18 [teen, various m/f combinations, m/m, lots of teasing]

Links to previous chapters are in the comments, if you're interested.

This story is purely fiction.

Chapter 18
Day 7 (Port Day), evening

"Well, that just fucking sucks."

Eric and Andrew stood just inside the door that led out to "their" hot tub in their swim trunks, and Eric was not happy. Every night that week, the group of teens had congregated in that hot tub, and now it was like holy ground. However, tonight, it was occupied by a group of college-aged kids who didn't look like they were going anywhere for quite a while.

"What are we going to do now?" Eric asked, exasperated. "Tonight's the last night of the cruise! I was looking forward to having one more night with the gang."

"We'll come up with something, don't worry," Andrew offered. He was getting upset himself, seeing how upset and disappointed his lover was.

"I dunno," Eric said as he ran his hand through his hair. "This was like… This was OUR place. Not theirs," as he jabbed a finger towards the hot tub. "Why couldn't they find somewhere else to go?" Read more »

Selling It To The Suits (F, mast, group voyeurism)

Hey guys! If you like my work, I will be publishing work on Amazon in the near future. If you'd be interested in being on a mailing list I'm working up, so you'd know when I uploaded a story, just PM with your email address and I'll add you to it.

Hope you enjoy!

The last of the suits took a seat, completing an unbroken chain of old white faces that could not have looked interested if their lives had depended on it. I suppose it was fortunate then that they didn't – just mine. Mine and Amber's. Her livelihood and mine, all curled up in the hands of twenty baby boomers who would retire to million dollar homes whether they gave our product the shitcan or not.

Speaking of, I shot Amber a quick glance and saw her fidgeting with the fabric on her skirt. I smiled, but received nothing in return. It wasn't anything malicious, that much I could tell from her glazed over eyes. She may have been looking in my direction, but the only thing that girl could see was the presentation ahead of her, facts and figures racing through her mind at a million miles an hour. Read more »

My first foray into the world of Erotic Fiction… Figured I may as well tackle the library cliche at my first chance. Here goes… Let me know what you think! (Part 2 in the comments)

In the library…

The day had finally come, when we were assigned our group project for the Modern Social Issues class. I'd had my eye on you for months, since first sitting down in the class late in August. Never quite being able to work up the courage to talk to you, I thought that this might finally be my chance…

The professor told us that we were to choose our groups on our own outside of class, and as the clock finally ticked past 11:55, I jumped for the door, hoping to catch you outside.

I saw you walking past me and I didn't quite know what to do, the best that I could manage was following you from afar, out of the building and down the walkway past our building. I was 15 feet behind you, eyes locked on your amazingly tight figure, and your ass swaying so invitingly in your tight white pants… Then, out of nowhere, opportunity struck. Read more »

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. Read more »

The Senior [m/F, teacher/student, high school, size fetish, rough, exhibitionism, oral] I’m the literary author who is (losing) her bet to win $100 by writing erotica. A few people asked for something like this, so here you go.

The Senior [m/F, teacher/student, high school, size fetish, rough, exhibitionism, oral] I’m the literary author who is (losing) her bet to win $100 by writing erotica. A few people asked for something like this, so here you go.

My first post, with my first story.

The Senior

The bathroom on the far side of the gym was dark. Little-used. Pipes drooled on cracked tile and the irregular porcelain mouth of an ancient sink boiled with brown water. I looked at my reflection in a jagged splinter of mirror, resolving a general impression of rain-flattened red hair and big green eyes.

I made a face at myself. Pulled a brush out of my purse.

“Get on your knees.”

I stopped. Turned. I was usually alone in the back of the school, especially during homeroom. It wasn’t unusual for teachers to drift here in search of a cigarette and a moment alone, but I normally had the beginning of the day to myself.

None of the other teachers could get away in the morning.

I loved teaching art.

“Give me your hand.” Read more »

‘Catch Your Dreams’ [MF] [handjob] [nc] [dreamstate] [magic]

Walter held the knotted weave of entwined cordage; formed through the intensive work of skilled hands and finely stripped bark. The edges were laced with dark blue and black feathers, and tufts of animal fur.

"What's this thing?" he asked, glancing up at the old, half-blind Native American woman who was slowly rocking back and forth in an old rocking chair next to the table underneath a shady eave outside of a mostly run-down shed.

Amber, his cousin, answered. "It's a dream catcher, I think. They're supposed to prevent you from having nightmares, or something, if you put it up over your bed." She stepped behind him and picked up the dream catcher, turning it over to look at the intricate detail of the craftsmanship.

Walter had been spending the summer with his Aunt and cousin over the long hot summer. His parents had plans to take him along on a summer cruise they had been planning since the beginning of the year, but Walter's grades had sabotaged any and all chances for him to go. His parents were upset and disappointed, but they weren't going to let Walter's unmotivated laziness keep them from enjoying their trip. Aunt Deborah stepped up and volunteered to take Walter for the summer months to spend in Arizona at their home in the desert. Walter had spent the entire car drive grumbling. He was disappointed in himself. He was disappointed in his parents for leaving him behind while they enjoyed the perfect summer vacation. Read more »

My first story: Schoolgirl MMF Threesome from the POV of one of the guys.

I was bored so I decided to write a story. Enjoy.

We're both in science class, the teacher's babbling on about cells or something. You sit there twirling your hair around, doodling in your notebook. You're humming away when you hear the teacher mention your name, you look up to see him standing right in front of you. He doesn't look happy. He's looking down at you, you look up with a grin on your face, still swirling your hair, hoping it'd at least cheer him up a little. It does. He tells you that you've been grouped up with 2 of the new kids – Me and my friend; 2 guys you've never really talked to before but you've seen them around. As the teacher is about to walk away you gently bite your lower lip and look back down to continue scribbling in your notebook. Read more »

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. Read more »

Laundry Day, Surpise Visit [M/F] x-post from r/sexystories

Hope you enjoy reading as much as I have writing. My intent is to throw this out rough now, get some feedback and then polish it up before I move to part three, that should be the conclusion.

Comments and critique are encouraged. Really. Tell me what you think. Feedback is a big deal. :)

If you find this to be TLDR, then skip straight to Part #2 That's where it gets going.

Laundry Day… Part #1 with Part #2 in the comments.

Saturday morning… close to noon, still tired from staying up too late the night before. I get some coffee started then head back to the other end of the house to grab some laundry for the wash.

It's a beautiful spring day, really warm outside so I pull some windows and the door open, with just the screens on to keep the bugs out.

I live on a quiet street in the suburbs, and mine is the last house before a few empty lots, so I get zero foot traffic. I don't even think twice about traipsing about the house in my boxers. Read more »

Laundry Day [M/F] A surprise visit (PART #2)

Continued from Part #1, this is the rough draft for the second piece.

I think if I tried to wait until I was satisifed with a story I'd likely never post anything, so I'll post these rough for now with the intention of cleaning them up at a later date. This is as much as I had outlined from the get-go, so I'll have to get back to working on the conclusion. I do have some ideas.

I hope you folks appreciate my writing. Comments and critique are welcome and encouraged. Let me know what you think.

I wonder… how long does it take other folks to write stuff like this? Only a few paragraphs here, incomplete and rough as hell and I still have a few hours into it. Makes me wonder how folks get good enough to write a whole novel, and even though I don't have one, I have a new found appreciation for editors.

Enough of my blather… Read more »