My lesbian friend, her wife, and a fun birthday present: Me [FFM]

I’ve met a lot of great people on Reddit. And I’m always too lazy to post about it afterwards. Imma try and change that now, famous last words. This story happened a while back, when we could do things like work in an office with other living human beings. But I digress. Sexy stuff after the asterisks.

I (dude, 30ish) started a job at a tech company. Consumer-focused. Which meant that we had a ton of designers/user researchers to make sure we got it right. And, as someone on the product team, I regularly crossed paths with the design crew. And they were great. Funny, nerdy, could photoshop Kanye West into anyone’s facebook pic in like 5 min, which we took advantage of way too much. Remember, this was before Kanye went full-on crazy (I mean, he was still crazy, just not at the Don Quixote, let’s run a random-ass presidential campaign crazy).

Game Day [FM] [Interracial] [Busty] [Cheating] [Straight Sex]

The four of us took our seats at the stadium, we hardly ever got out together anymore. We were high school friends. Back in the day, we were inseparable. But with new lives, families and jobs we hardly ever got to say hi, let alone get together so when Howard sent a group email that said he had tickets to a home football game. We all made plans to get that day off.

Terrence was the leader of the group, well that’s how he acted anyway. He was a tall kid back in high school. But now he was overweight, greying hair. He had been married for a few years but then got divorced, then life hit him with all she had. With everything he was going through, he was barely keeping himself above water.

Howard was the timid one of the group. He had always been shy around women. So, when he told us he had hit it big with an online cam site. None of us believed him, that was until we got all access passwords. Some of the women he got to go on the cameras were unbelievable. He was always short, but now he was short, balding and filthy rich.

DREAMS OF MATERNITY

My name is Stephen, I’m a 20-year-old college sophomore, and I’ve had a pregnancy fetish for as long as I’ve been aware of sex (and a non-erotic fascination with pregnant women since well before that). Sorry if that sounded like an introduction at a support group, but I almost feel like a support group is what I need at this point. How the hell am I supposed to get with a pregnant woman?

I’ve never had a serious girlfriend. I’m not even sure I want kids, never mind knocking someone up in the foreseeable future. I’m not super comfortable seeking out a pregnant escort, even if they were at all easy to find. Jerking off to pregnant porn isn’t quite cutting it for me anymore, and I feel truly desperate to do something with my desires as they creep closer and closer to obsession.

There’s an avenue toward realizing some of my fantasies that I’ve yet to explore, though: lucid dreaming. If I can manage to learn to take control of my dreams, I can have dream sex with pregnant ladies to my heart’s content. Nightly, even. It’s not the real thing, but I think it’s the best I can do at the moment, and I’m ready to put in the time to get it going. If I can pull it off, it will be worth just about any amount of time and effort it may require.

[FFFMM] Sex Ritual Follower – Personal Testimonial

[WELCOME TO THE MEDITATION CENTERS OF ROSCOE FORTHRIGHT](https://www.roscoeforthright.com/copy-of-welcome)

I am Bill Nordquist. I became a Follower of Roscoe Forthright last weekend. **In Zebulon, North Carolina.** These are smart and cautious people. Roscoe and two local girls (members of the local Roscoe Forthright Lodge) met me at McLean’s Ole Time Cafe at 11am. Friday April 2nd, 2021. The four of us had coffee. Roscoe ordered Meatloaf, a great lunch for $8.89! And I had Sisco Chicken. With Sawmill gravy! I think the girls had salads.

They wanted to check me out, to make sure I was not some looney-tune bozo, looking for a free fuck. I said, “Roscoe, I am 32 years old, fairly good-looking, with a good job. And I own my own truck and my own house. I do not need free fucks. I can get those whenever I want them. **We have plenty of eager girls in North Carolina**.” And Roscoe said, ”Bill, you are exactly the kind of man we enjoy having in our Lodges. Bat-shit crazy is everywhere. Especially when people find us on the internet, thinking we are a porn site, or a hookers-for-charity outfit.”

Road trip part 1

I am Shreya of 18 years . It was the incident I will never forget in my whole life . I read in Dale high school . I live with my mom dad and elder sister . My parents are government employee and my elder sister teaches in a school . I was in class 11.
We started our journey at 4:30 am in the morning in our personal car . We stopped in kolaghat at first at 7am in where Punjab . We did our breakfast there .I went to to the toilet . I was wearing a skirt and a crop top . When I came out beside the ladies toilet and return to our table a waiter knocked on me with the foods . It all spilled over me and I was in a mess . I was wearing a crop top and a skirt . It got dark curry over the top . So the waiter said sorry ma’am and the manager scolded him a lot . Manager said sorry to me and asked me to come inside his quarter to cleaned . I followed him . There he took a towel and was going to remove the stains over my top . But the stain was just over my boobs . I said no he can’t remove the stains with my top on . Then he suggested I should take my top off . I being modern girl said okay . I took my top off . I had my bra on . He gave me a look and stared to clean the top stains . He said ma’am there is stain on your bra also . I said where he pointed me the spot and I saw yes there was a stain . He suggested I should take my bra off also and he would clean it also . I said r u crazy I can’t stand topless in front of you . He told he will give me a towel to cover myself . I said okay . He handed me a towel . I wrapped my self in towel and gave him my bra . He started to clean it . But the stain was resistant. He used his spit over my bra to make it wet . I said ” eewh ” I cant wear that anymore why did you spit on it . He said sorry maam but the stain was hard and it won’t go . I said okay I will not wear that anymore . Please give my top back . He told but ma’am I had washed it and it’s wet. It will take a while to dry up why don’t you wait for the while . I said I can’t my family is waiting outside for me . Then he said come in. I saw that waiter who spilled the food on me before . He said then you have to show us your boobs and give us a blow job to get my top back . I understood it was a trick to get me naked . I had to accept it anyway . The told me to open the towel . I unwrapped it slowly . My small boobs came in there view . They were awstuck with how perfect they were . Seeing the boobs they started to sratch there crotch . I understood they stared to grow their dicks in there pants . I said do it quickly I dint have time . They quickly pulled there pant down and two large erect cocks were just a few inches away from my face . They came near me . The manager was first to enter my mouth . While the waiter was playingwith my boobs and I was stroking him . I sucked the manager and he cummed over my face and boobs . Now the waiter entered my mouth . His cock was bigger I was suffocating. The manager was now squeezing my boobs . After few minutes of sucking he also came over me .I got cleaned up and dressed . But the manager kept the bra with him . I had to wear only the crop top wihtout bra . This made my boobs nipples visible over the top . When I came out and saw my parents and didi they were having a wonderful breakfast. I also joined them . After we ate dad paid the bill and the manager gave a special 10% discount . Dad did not understand why but i knew why .

Impromptu Three-Way with My Two Stoner Friends [MFF]

This was my senior year of college, I wasn’t a full-time weed dealer, but I sold to a few friends because I had a connection back home. I was dating a girl, Diane, at the time (I called her Di), but we had already talked about how long-term it wasn’t going to work out between us. She was a freshman and I wasn’t going to graduate and then stick around a college town. So, on paper I may have been in a relationship, but really it was fizzling out until our anticlimactic breakup about a couple weeks after this. Anyway, I put the cheating flair because I know this kind of thing is triggering. Anyway, Brianna had been buying weed from me the whole year. She would text me, come over, and we’d smoke a bowl and talk about music. It was a nice change of pace from my straight-edge girlfriend who didn’t smoke weed and only listened to the top 40. Nothing wrong with pop music, but at the time I was really digging into classic rock. The stereotypical 1970s stuff you listen to in high school and college like Led Zeppelin and Pink Floyd. I know what you’re thinking, I was *soooo* cool. /s

[MF] I (21 m) fuck my friend (22 f) right after she calls her boyfriend and prison side piece

I’m a long time reader/lurker of this subreddit and wanted to start sharing my stories so please bear with me if this first one sucks.

First, a bit of **background**: I am 6’1, I am brown skin, I have tattoos and dreadlocks that hang just below my ears and I am considered pretty handsome. My friend, let’s call her “T”, is about 5’8 with smooth caramel skin, pretty brown eyes, DD titties, and a PHAT ass. We have known each other since high school and have stayed mostly platonic aside from some light flirting and maybe a kiss or two. [If you aren’t interested in the full backstory you can scroll to “juicy stuff” in bold.]

**The setup**: The weekend before Valentine’s Day this year, T called me out of the blue and told me that she would be in my city for the weekend. She was supposed to be hanging with a friend the entire weekend but plans changed and she had a hotel room to herself until Sunday afternoon. I know T has a long term boyfriend who lives in a different state, but we hadn’t seen each other since high school (about 4 years) so I thought nothing of the invitation. Additionally, I have been mostly couped up in the house since the start of the pandemic just to play it safe so I was very excited to see an old (and hot) friend.

Took a mutual friend�s virginity as a favor to my BFF [FM]

Hey! It�s been some time since my last post and I got bored. Also my �friend� decided to randomly hit me up and I�ve been reminiscing about him… so I present this story of me being a stupid slut!

It was senior year, last semester of college. My best friend and his friend had jobs lined up for them post graduation and had plenty of time to party and fuck around. I, being the stupid slut I am, partied with them quite often and was often the only female around. My best friend and I were going over our conquests when he brought up that one of his mates, let�s call him Tim, haven�t been in a relationship since high school and was too shy to approach girls despite his decent looks and sweet smile. I told my best friend to let Tim know that I wanted to hang out with him before he graduated. ??

Two weeks later I get a text from my best friend �I gave him a little nudge LOL u guys good to go� And a few minutes later I get a text from Tim asking if. I was free that night.

My Dream: Just Last Night I was at Church

I woke up horny this morning. It must have been that dream I barely remember as being so real, so hot. As I closed my eyes, my hands slowly sculpted my breasts and one made its way to my pussy. I was wet. No not wet, soaked. Oh my God, that must have been some intense dream. As I started to finger myself, wishing I could remember more of it.

It started while I was at Church, at gospel practice. I remember singing a duet with Rob and it didn’t go well initially. Steve, our director, made us sing it over and over again, until I was ready to walk out. But finally, we got the harmonies right and it was perfect. After that the dream got fuzzy. 

Of course! Now I remember, Rob and I went for a drink to celebrate our success. I think it was a restaurant and recall some soft jazz music in the background. Then a couple of Rob’s friends saw us and bought us a second round. They joined us at our table and ordered some wings too. The smell of fried chicken hung heavy in the air, definitely a restaurant.

Chapter 11. Help me Rhonda [oral sex] [OC] [nsfw]

The events of this chapter follow immediately from [Chapter 10. Is the Subject Art](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/mi7v7l/chapter_10_is_the_subject_art_ocart_classcfnm/).

[Hearing the melody “Spill the Wine” by Eric Burdon & War]

As I fell asleep and dreamed.
I dreamed I was in a Hollywood movie,
and that I was the star.

I stood high upon a mountaintop,
naked to the world
in front of every kind of girl.

I awoke abruptly to the clanking of dishes and talking coming up from the kitchen below. It seemed the song had been playing on a loop in my mind. It’s easy to see what brought this golden oldie to mind— I had just spent the last hour or so on a kind of mountaintop naked before, well, I don’t know for sure who I was naked before except for Miss Winters.

I guess I was having fun in my subconscious state. I was sporting a passable erection as I got off the bed. I hung the robe in the master bathroom and slipped on a warm-up suit: it was blue wind pants and a matching 1/4-zip, pullover windshirt. Looking in the mirror, I smoothed down my hair and headed downstairs.