Spontaneous sharing of [M]y then [F]wb with ]M]y neighbor

My first post here. To give some background, this happened years ago. I had just gotten out of a very toxic relationship and was “going wild” so to speak. I was also working as a part time bouncer at a strip club and occasionally as a driver for an escort agency.

I met “Mary” at a New Year’s party, shortly before my relationship ended. She was about the same age (early 20s) and was fairly inexperienced only having had sex for the first time a few months prior. She had a boyfriend but hadn’t sealed the deal with him and broke up with him to fuck me a few weeks after I met her. She wasn’t what you’d call hot, but she was attractive, long wavy blonde hair, a nice figure and some small curves. She was also very enthusiastic about pleasuring me too.

My neighbors at the time were a group of guys who had moved here from out of state and had been high school friends. I lived in a college town then, so it wasn’t unusual to have new neighbors every year. They had frequent parties, and were fun to hang out with. Their 4th roommate was a local guy named Deon. He was older than all of us, and seemed kind of awkward around trying to pick girls up. He was kind of a skeezy guy but nobody really disliked him.

[MF] my fist christmas party.

Ok, so I’m 18, had a good job and moved out of the house. Didn’t have a great place, a very small house. Had some used furniture, not many groceries ever, But usually plenty of beer. My buddy moved into the spare bedroom to spilt the rent. Well, he had a gf and I didn’t, the noises they made on some nights she was there made me crazy. Ugh. Well, we would drink a lot when we could get it.

It was late November and we didn’t really have a large friend group. Just out of high school, some went to college most just got jobs. We were not college kind of guys. We didn’t really want to hang with our families, we were out on our own. Had plenty of money and decided to have a Christmas party. Hey we were our own men now. Got the world by the ass. We made really good money and went all out. No food but dang we got a lot of booze.

Beneath the Bleachers [MF] [Bondage] [Femdom] [Oral] [PIV] [XL story]

It’s a teenage cliche – making out under the bleachers during a football game. Almost considered a rite of passage in most parts of the Western Hemisphere. Unfortunately, neither of us were cool or popular enough to have experienced it ourselves back in the day. As we wandered the local track circuit of your former high school (nearly 20 years after our respective graduations), you lamented about missing out on that particular magic moment. You were a band geek, and girls just didn’t pull guys from the woodwind section underneath the bleachers.

The mental image of a flag bearer sneering at your flute has me rolling, but in all honesty I can’t relate. I attended a French Catholic academy so strict that students were separated by gender during assembly even though it was the early 2000’s. I shudder, remembering how many times I heard “leave room for Jesus” during school dances. No bleacher make outs for me. Not that the austere school environment did me any good; I grew up to be a deviant just the same. We wrap up our walk in comfortable silence, but the seed of an idea has been planted.

If These Thin Walls Could Talk (Chapter 2.3 – From Roommate to Voyeur) [F/M] [voyeur] [voyeurism] [Storyline A]

Saturday afternoon (July 20th, 2019)

“OHHH you sucked-” They dart their eyes behind me. If they’re trying to be coy, it’s not working.

“Yep.”

Jordan jolts up from the couch, scanning the blanket and the back of their jeans. “I wasn’t sitting on cum, was I?” I’ve only just noticed a large brown paper bag next to their feet.

Nikhail pipes up, “No, we were kinda in the middle of it when you got here.”

“I. Am. SO sorry. I’ll let y’all get back to it then. Let me just put this stuff in the fridge. They let us take some sandwiches and-” They pull out a carton of oat milk. “the good stuff!” They slip it back in and make for the kitchen.

“Okay, yes. Love that we have oat milk.” I might’ve sounded sarcastic, but I genuinely do appreciate it. Jordan and I have both lamented: Why couldn’t the 25% white in our genes have given us lactose tolerance? “But you’re just gonna wait while we-?”

“Yeah, why not? I’ll wear my headphones, put on a podcast or something,” Jordans says as they keep walking

I turn to Nikhail. “Are you okay with it?”

The gymnastics rings [FF][Dom]

I’ve had these gymnastic rings hanging from the ceiling in our basement for almost as long as I can remember. We have a leisure room in out basement with a big screen tv, surround sound, comfortable sofas and chairs, book shelves with a lot of books – mostly thriller novels – and these rings that I got for my birthday when I was turning four.
I have used them alot. For the first years I was just fooling around with them. Then I started learning tricks, and eventually I started using them for workout. This really payed off when I began cheerleading at high school.

Both Erica and my sister also loved playing with the rings, we spent many hours together practicing new routines and tricks when we were younger. But for the recent years it has only been me, using them when working out.

As you probably have guessed, Erica and I are [not only friends anymore](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/q8xxl0/the_best_day_in_my_life_ff), we are actually girlfriends. We spent a couple of weeks after *the pool date* figuring out what we really wanted to do. And now we are finally dating – *secretly*.
No one know, and for now we want to keep it that way. Well, actually my sister is the only one who knows, but that is a different story.

My high school reunion turned into a night I’ll never forget [FM] [cheating]

I stood outside the building for just a moment, closing my eyes and taking a couple of deep breaths. *You can do this, it’s just your high school reunion. Don’t be a pussy, just go inside.*

I opened my eyes and opened the door, stepping into the restaurant and looking for my friends and not-so-friends. Hard to believe it’s been 10 years since most of us last saw each other. I tried not to think of all the accomplishments everybody else could brag about, when all I had to show for those 10 years was an unused bachelors degree, 2 kids and some stretch marks. Marrying straight out of college had seemed so romantic when I thought he was the love of my life. Now, at 28 and having just discovered I’m pregnant again, with a cheating husband who was disgusted by my pregnant body and breastfeeding tits, I often found myself wondering if I’d made the wrong choice.

[MF] My GF [F18] and I [M18] Fucked on the 50-Yard Line of Our High School Football Field on a Dare. [exhibitionism] [long]

This happened while my wife and I were still dating and in our senior year of high school. Please forgive me for any minor details / dialog that I’ve forgotten or had to change for privacy. Skip to the ************ page break for the sexy part

I had been dating Alexandra for a couple of months, and things had been going great. I was a lucky bastard as she was a funny, sharp, and smoking hot 5’4”, 115 lb redhead. Things were hot and heavy as always at home, but we had learned to control our impulses a little bit while we were at school. The close call in the broadcasting studio from a previous story made us rethink diddling each other’s naughty bits while at school. I can’t truthfully say we didn’t do it at all anymore, we were just much more discreet about it.

The one thing that incident did bring to light for both of us, is that we were into exhibitionism. During our younger years in college, we had lots and lots of sexual experiences in public and semi-public places. Fucking in public was so fucking hot that it became our go-to kink early on. We have since stopped the public stuff since camera phones became a common thing… and we have zero interest in being caught by some rando on their phone. The Internet is forever, friends.

Amnesia Was The Best Thing To Happen To My GF [M/F/F] Part 18

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*** ***Chris*** ***

Thanksgiving is coming, and we’ve decided to spend it over at my parent’s place. They moved away about 6 or 7 years ago to about a 5-hour drive from us north. They liked it there better, they like the cool, crisp air and the snow. They liked the quiet and they liked the neighborhood.

The girls normally spend it with their parents but as luck would have it none of them could host. Alana’s father has a girlfriend and she wants them to be more romantic or something. Bella’s parents are on their third honeymoon or something, and Laura’s parents are out traveling the world.

So, naturally, that leaves me.

“Well, we better pack cold then,” I told them and the girls are very much looking forward to this.

Especially Bella.

She’s been wanting to meet my parents for some time now, particularly when her general attitude turned for the better and she started taking our relationship more seriously.

She brought mostly dresses and more elegant attire. Basically, 90% of her current wardrobe is out. Frantically, she bought more and more appropriate clothing.

“Why not wear your secretary clothes instead?” I asked.

[MF] How the camel statue got [M]e laid

I realize this is a little long winded but I think the set up deserves just as much attention than the dirty bits, so here you go.

“Where the FUCK is Gary?!”

Now although this may seem like a simple question with a simple answer, it was anything but.

First off, I’m about 5’9” and 210 pounds, got a little extra cushion here and there, and a half decent beard. Classic dad bod with a respectable amount of hair. I’ve always been in ok shape but nothing to write home about, same for my downstairs: grower not a shower, 7 inches and a little thicker at the head then base.

When the penultimate question was posed I was standing on the lanai of the house me and 2 high school friends were renting as we all attended a nearby university. The neighborhood surrounding the house was well known as a college student haven. Low rent and lower standards were the norm. I had recently started a graveyard shift job to help pay for school. The question of Gary’s whereabouts was posed to me as I arrived home from a shift, it was early morning and the sun had just peeked up above the horizon.

Mom has feelings for her son – part 1 [Incest][M/F]

**[Incest] – [Straight] – [Mom/son] – [Age Difference] – [Size Difference] – [Muscles] – [Big Cock] – [Massage] – [Sleeping] – [Masturbation] – [House]**

It was exactly eleven months after her husband left that Maria accepted she had fallen in love with her son. It had been a long process that started with vague feelings that slowly coalesced into something more tangible. After that, she spent a few months trying to deny it outright, then sought to explain it. Only now, as she was masturbating next to his sleeping almost-naked form, did she give up trying to reason it away.

The past year had been arduous. Maria knew her marriage with Bill was over long before he pulled shut the door behind him one last time, but the moment it happened still came as a shock. The cracks had always been there, she reasoned, ever since Alex was born.

Her husband didn’t take well to the competition for his attention and he hated how she coddled her son. Even as Alex grew up to be a popular kid at his school and went on to play for the high school football team, Bill never seemed to care much for their child.