Dance with me… fuck me

Dance with me.

Part I

Ros came through the door already smiling. She was about 5’10 with her heels,  but she knew she would kick them off soon. She walked with that confident grace of a practiced dancer. If you looked closely at her hands you could see the history of gymnastics in the way she held her fingers. 
Her black skirt was knee length and when she walked she could barely feel it brush the back of  her knee. But she could feel it and she liked it. She wanted to feel the delicate touches all night.  She came to dance. The halter top she wore sported little words. ” I rock”and “you love me” stood out in particular as her nipples accentuated the letter o. She had on no bra. And no panties.
As she got closer to the back of the room she saw L. He was playing with a drink and drawing something. The veins on the back of his hand cast dark shadows in the harsh overhead light that separated him from the rest of the dark room. 
The sight of his hands made her pussy jump. She was surprised she remembered how they looked,  but in her mind she could still clearly picture him stroking his cock in the video chat. They had talked about dancing. About fucking.  She wanted to make it all real.

I went to the sex club alone and got fucked by strangers all night [Group]

My husband and I are in an open relationship and very occasionally when we want something different, we go to a sex club that just outside the city. This club is basically a converted really small warehouse, and hosts a party every week for its invite-only members. Anyway, back in February, I had a week where for whatever reason, I felt sooo horny. But, I’d had too much work to have time for sex. Unfortunately, my husband was going to be busy all weekend. I could have tried a hook up with a fuckbuddy but instead I had the idea that I would just go the sex club and get fucked as much I wanted.

That night I wore my best black, lacy silk lingerie and heels and headed to the club. I went to the bar and got a drink before I looked around and noticed a hot guy sitting nearby, raking his eyes over my body. Its kind of cliche but the best way to describe him is tall, dark and handsome. I smiled knowingly at him and sat down next to him. We talked and I quickly had my hands running along his thigh. Within a few minutes, he suggested we head to one of the rooms. He took my hands and led the way and we entered a room with large bed that already had what seemed to be about 5 people, tangled up fucking each other.

Cumming with Petty Revenge, Chapter 2.

This is the second chapter of a lovely story about what happens when you leave the keys to your apartment with a girl you’re cheating on. You can read the first part [here.](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/gum75m/cumming_with_petty_revenge_chapter_1/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share)

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I was actually getting dressed – into my clubbing attire. Letting the yellow strings be my underwear, I pulled my sheer white top over it. Then up went my little black skirt. Jack would have loved it, seeing brief flashes of the skin my lingerie didn’t cover peek out as I moved. Tonight more than just Jack would see. And feel.

I felt dirty with the open air having free access to my privates, but this is what my mission called for. Being left behind was a betrayal, and I would make him jealous for it. More than jealous. It made me flush with anger, my face giving off heat. As I thought about my plan my privates also radiated heat.

“What do you think? Sides okay?” Send. The photo showed the curves of my sides and hips with the bands of yellow running across. It felt devious, sending photos of me dressed one way when I was really dressed another. I slid my hand down the front of my skirt and ran a finger just between my lips. Mmm. Such a nice gliding feeling. And a dip inside.. No no no. I couldn’t get off now.

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Tony’s Place Part I [MF] [Age Gap] [Multiple Orgasm] [Masturbation] [Oral] [Sexual Tension]

*This isn’t the first story I’ve written, but first I’ve ever posted anywhere. Feedback is welcome. It’s a bit longer than typical posts on here but I sometimes find them too short for my taste. Enjoy!*

The past three Friday night I had ended up at The Fiddler. With big windows, brick walls, candles on each table, and a cobblestone patio out back, the pub had a familiar charm while serving craft beer and cocktails to the downtown crowd. A friend had invited me to after-work happy hour with her coworkers there three weeks ago, and I had such a great time meeting her colleagues that I kept coming back. This team worked together at a tech start-up in a post-and-beam converted warehouse office next to the bar. They did something to innovate the printing industry, I never got a full explanation. Clearly, they were all good friends, as their happy hours often turned into drunken late nights together.

[MF] Me and the Director

Here’s another throwback story that I had forgotten about until all of the recent protests. All of the activism reminded me of some vonteering I did in my younger years. About 15 years ago I was volunteering at this non-profit whose focus was on reducing gun violence. I didn’t really have any special skills, I was just looking for something to be a part of in a new city. Anyway, it was a pretty loosely organized group of volunteers, almost all of whom were over the age of 65. The director, who shall be named Shelly, was only about 5 years older than I was, which made us fast friends because everyone else was an OG hippie.

Shelly and I worked well together, she had a super spunky personality, as well as very smart and passionate about her work. Body type she wasn’t really what I looked for, but cute. Very blonde chin length hair, a little on the plus side but not out of control. She was athletic, played golf, or swam, or something like that. Cute smile. Even though she was the director she was very chill. In fact I soon made it into the circle of trust in which she shared she smoke a lot of pot. Like wake-and-bake sort of style. So, easy going, no drama.

The Haunting of Palmer Mansion Chapter 11 [MF] [inc] [cheat]

*I’ve written this story through chapter 26. All chapters are available on my website. You can find the link in my Reddit profile if you’re interested. If you prefer to wait, I’ll post about a chapter a month here. All characters in sexual situations are 18 or older. Thanks for reading!*

Previous Chapters:

[Chapter 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/e4j43f/the_haunting_of_palmer_mansion_chapter_1_mf_inc/)

[Chapter 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/e50w0w/the_haunting_of_palmer_mansion_chapter_2_mf_inc/)

[Chapter 3](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/e98v9l/the_haunting_of_palmer_mansion_chapter_3_mf_inc/)

[Chapter 4](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ebh0qr/the_haunting_of_palmer_mansion_chapter_4_mf_inc/)

[Chapter 5](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ej3wo1/the_haunting_of_palmer_mansion_chapter_5_mf_inc/)

[Chapter 5.5](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ej3xo4/the_haunting_of_palmer_mansion_chapter_55_mf_inc/)

[Chapter 6](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ewqsoi/the_haunting_of_palmer_mansion_chapter_6_mf_inc/)

[Chapter 6.5](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ewqto3/the_haunting_of_palmer_mansion_chapter_65_mf_inc/)

[Chapter 7](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/fa0yjr/the_haunting_of_palmer_mansion_chapter_7_mf_inc/)

[Chapter 8](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/foxsa1/the_haunting_of_palmer_mansion_chapter_8_mf_inc/)

[Chapter 9](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/g9qezf/the_haunting_of_palmer_mansion_chapter_9_mf_inc/)

[Chapter 10 part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/gz6cej/the_haunting_of_palmer_mansion_chapter_10_part_1/)

[Chapter 10 Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/gz6eaz/the_haunting_of_palmer_mansion_chapter_10_part_2/)

A clock ticked somewhere in the house as Daniel stumbled down the second-floor hallway in the early morning. He’d just exited the guest bedroom, leaving Khadra stuffed with his cum. Every time he thought life had hit peak crazy, it went up a notch.

Ahead in the gloom, he could see a white, shimmering figure near his bedroom door. Daniel’s feet quickened and his heart skipped a beat. In the gray, pre-dawn light, he could see her red hair and he could almost make out her freckles. Daniel smiled. He’d done it. He’d saved Eloise.

Powers of Persuasion 2: A More Willing Subject [ff/fff, light D/s]

The Story So Far/tl;dr – Jamie has the ability to make anyone comply with her little commands. After using her power to turn Mary — her former nemesis and the head cheerleader — into her own pussy-pleaser, the two develop an unlikely relationship and determine to start corrupting the rest of the people in their lives.

“Yeah, but Brad’s such a tease. I’ve been on two dates with him and he won’t do more than kiss,” said Evangeline, tossing aside a lock of her black hair. She was tall and lanky, with a thin, diamond shaped face.

Mary glanced at her clock, double checking the time. 10:34. Another minute before she was supposed to meet Jamie in the bathroom. Ugh. Why was lunch so early? Stupid high school. The other girls in the cheer squad surrounded her at the lunch table, blathering about…whatever.

“Maybe he’s gay? He’s just looking for a beard,” said Brittney with a chuckle.

Opening the clock app, Mary watched the second hand go by, hiding her phone and pretending to text. Forty-five seconds.

“What? A beard? Mary, do I have a beard?”

In college, I [F] let my all-male friend [Group] use me as a fucktoy Part 2. taking their virginities

Hey y’all! You guys seemed to like the [story I posted last night](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/hb1jfs/in_college_i_f_let_my_allmale_friend_group_use_me/), so I figured I’d write about some of the times I fucked my all-male friend group in more detail since I never really got into that. As I went over in my last story, they were a group of inexperienced guys I became friends with my freshman year of college who started doing sexual favors for and eventually having sex with.

I first got the idea to take their virginities when we were all hanging out in Jake’s dorm room between classes one day. I’d only had about forty-five minutes before my next class so we weren’t drinking, smoking, or messing around that much but at this point I was pretty comfortable around all of them and we’d been fooling around for a few weeks. It was pretty hot in the room that afternoon with all five of us packed in there, so I had taken my shoes, pants, and socks off and had been laying in the bed on my stomach in just a t shirt and panties. Jake was in the bed with me playing with my butt (which I have to admit is pretty nice, heheh) and chatting with the other guys as they all played xbox together. Jake had been kneading my ass in a way that felt really nice for the past fifteen minutes, and his thumbs kept drifting between my thighs near where my pussy was getting soaking wet. All in all, it felt pretty good, and I was getting pretty turned on in spite of not wanting to mess around too much before I had to leave for class.

Taking One for the Team: Part Eight [MFFF] [Straight] [Busty] [Interracial] [Anal]

I woke up suddenly, jerking up from my spot on the floor. I looked around and tried to piece what had happened together. I was at Samantha’s house. I pulled myself up from the couch. I was naked, naked, and in Samantha’s home.

It started to come to me slowly. It was Sunday, and I volunteered to help Samantha take some of her old furniture to the front of her lawn. The church was going to send someone to pick it all up. Samantha had bought all new furniture. I nodded as I remembered lugging all the furniture out the door.

We waited for the donation truck, and I helped them load everything up. We came back inside and started drinking. Was that the reason I passed out? Well, if so, why was I naked? No, we started making out, she gave me one of her bra tit fucks right here on the couch. I loved her tit-fucks. Samantha’s breasts were huge, bigger than huge. They still amazed me every time I saw them.

Tony’s Place, Part II [Str8] [MF] [Cons] [Sexual Tension] [Toy]

*Part I is in here from a few weeks ago*

9am on Monday rolled around. I sat at my desk, but I couldn’t keep my mind on work. After the morning I’d had with Tony on Saturday, I hadn’t stopped thinking about him. His spell was strong on me. I just kept flashing back to R-rated images of us fucking. It went by so quickly, but I remembered every detail.

I needed to see Tony again, but I didn’t know how to reach him. Would I have to wait until Friday happy hour again? I could add him on Facebook, but that seemed a little weird. Plus, I didn’t particularly want our relationship, however it was defined, to be known to the public.

My friend Jenn had been the one who connected us, she worked with Tony and had invited me to her work’s happy hour in the first place. How could I casually message her and ask for Tony’s number without tipping her off that we were sleeping together? That was my biggest task of the day.

As I scrolled through my calendar for the week, vaguely putting some effort into possibly having to do work, Jenn popped up in my IM.