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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 »

The Contest

I’ve been led into the dining room, blindfolded. I can hear giggling, and a murmur of men’s voices around the corner. Josie brings me in, and takes off the blindfold. Standing around the dining room table, the chairs removed, are Ryan, her live-in lover, and Stephanie, Jo’s best friend. Next to Stephanie is Bobby, her boyfriend.

“Jack’s been so good at, um, his husbandly duties lately,” Josie says to the group. “That we’ve decided he should be rewarded with an opportunity. Are you ready, baby?” She looks at me, a devilish grin on her face. I nod, not sure what lies ahead.

“We’re going to have a contest! It will be very exciting. Stephanie and I want to see who can shoot farther, you or Ryan. Soooooo,” she pauses, looking at Stephanie, who giggles mischievously. “You two are going to have a jack off contest. You and Ryan are going to stand right here,” she leads me next to him. “And Stephanie and I are going to watch you two rub those penises of yours until you both pop off.” Read more »

Laundry Day [M/F] A surprise visit

I've always had this silly idea in the back of my head, that maybe I should be writing more than just forum posts and rants on facebook, that maybe I might have more to say, or share, than I've been allowing myself.

So, within that vein of thought, I sat down, and through a mix of two things that really did happen to me, along with some embellishment and other imaginings, I put the following partial story together.

I have no idea what to expect from this, good bad or indifferent, but If you take the time to read it, please share your thoughts / critique. Writing like this is experimental for me and I'm going even further on the limb by making it erotic… and know that I know, that this is rather rough. I've gone over it a few times, and I think I could continue to edit, just this tiny piece for ages.

Point is, I know I'm a newb, and have a long way to go before I might be 'good'. So be honest, but also respectful please. Advice, points, a direction… all welcome. Read more »

Alyssa and the Professor [MF] [oral] [sexual dominance]

Hawthorne Academy is a school for temptresses. They are enrolled, or seek it out so that they may master their already impressive skills. This story was acted out in a chat room by Alyssa and Professor Parker… but both were enjoying themselves too much to consider saving any. But a good story is always worth retelling.

If you are interested in learning more or joinino the group Of redditors whonare playing these out pm me

*Alyssa, a student a Hawthone, is a shy petite redhead with piercing green eyes. Her petite frame is highlighted by her perky breasts, round little ass and shock of red hair. She is a shy girl until aroused. Then she becomes insatiable. Her quietness hides her ample skills at bringing anyone, man or woman, to their knees. *

Professor Parker is the Professor of Oral instruction. He stands at 6'2 with short, meticulously kept brown hair, flecked with grey around his temples. His grey bleu eyes are only a shade different than his tailored suit which perfectly fits his thin, athletic frame. He is a stickler for precision, takes his work hands on, and delights in offering one-on-one instruction Read more »

Puddles Adventures: Chapter 5 – Picture Perfect [MF]

Puddles Adventures: Chapter 5 – Picture Perfect

The sun was just starting to make its presence felt in the sky as Puddles opened the front entrance door at her apartment block and made her way to the train station. Whilst enjoying herself in the shower earlier that morning she heard the radio presenter saying today was going to be a scorching day. With the weather in mind Puddles dressed for work in a crop top that allowed her playboy piercing in her belly button to be visible to anyone who cared to examine her figure in greater detail. To match the top half she wore some hipster jeans and leather boots. As Puddles reached the station, people were starting to queue for the train, keen to get a decent seat she pushed her way past some of the people, a task that was easy with the men as she just let her tits rub across their bodies and they were only too happy to let her through. What's a few cheap thrills if I get what I want, Puddles thought to herself. Read more »