Post-game blow job seduction [MM]

Matt & I had been friends for years. We were in college now, but since high school I’d had off-and-on physical feelings for him. He was tall, fit, and smooth-chested with blondish-ginger hair and a shy smile that could melt ice. I was bisexual, and although it was unspoken he pretty much knew that. But I also knew my feelings for him weren’t reciprocal, and I accepted that too. So this sort of went on in the background of our relationship, even as we both talked about girls over the years.

One night we talked about school and sports, and eventually we came around to Jennifer, the girl he’d started spending more time with. Things had momentum, apparently. On our second beer, I went for details. To my surprise, nothing physical had happened between them yet. He wouldn’t say much more, but he did let on that he had stopped masturbating almost a month ago. Saving up seed was something he and I had talked about and would do from time to time. He thought it was contributing to their positive energy, and they would “see where it led”.

Fucking my lab partner [MF]

My freshman year first semester of college, my CS class had one girl in it, and lucky for me, I was assigned to be her lab partner for the semester. We worked together on the projects almost every day, and quickly became best friends. She was still dating her high school boyfriend, so there was no chance of anything more happening between us.

Sometime towards the end of the semester, she invited me to her room to work on a project. This was not unusual, her roommate was not often in her room, and there was no need to go to the lab for most projects. When I got there she told me she had just broken up with her boyfriend, so we talked for a bit before starting the project. Sometime around 2am we were finally nearing the end of the work, all that remained was the last bit I was working on. She told me I could keep working in her room, but she was going to take a shower before bed. again, not unusual she had done this before, normally she would make sure I was looking away when she came back and changed. This time though, she when she came back she dropped her towel while I was looking then proceeded to pull out her pink-polka-dot pajamas and put them on.

[FM] Stepbrother and Stepsister meet after not seeing each other for a dozen years after parents divorced.

Celle was named by her mother after the German town where she lost her virginity to a US Army captain when she was a young Air Force sergeant stationed in Frankfurt. Hating the name when she was young, Celle had gone by Michelle all through high school. It was the name her ex-stepbrother Jace knew her as. Thinking of Jace made her wonder again, did your step siblings become ex just because your respective parents divorced? Jace had always been cool and she felt a lot of angst when he vanished from her life at thirteen.

The reason she was thinking of Jace now was because he had just walked into the Tucson bar where she twirled a straw in a her strawberry margarita, looking cute as she sat on a bar stool, her tight skirt hiked up around her thighs, pink streaks in her dark wavy hair and a pierced left nostril. Her whisky brown eyes lingered on his tight jean-clad ass as he strutted to the pool table. Then she frowned as he and her target Tuco shook hands and began to speak.

The Bigamist Part 4: Kat’s Story [FFF Sub]

Kat’s Story

My parents came from the Bible Belt, deeply committed to their beliefs. They were stern, not unloving, but stern, break a rule and you knew it, well your ass did. It became easy to be compliant in the home. They also believed in the benefits of healthy competition, which meant we had to excel in sports and studies. I have a younger sister in LA who’s a psychologist, and a brother who is a scientist of some description, works for the National Transport Safety Board.

“Younger or older?” Mistress Anna asked.

“Both younger, Kristen is eighteen months younger and Jeb is the same younger than Kris.”

“Are they the same? Subs?” asked Mistress Julie.

“Jeb’s not, he took on the dom male role, as expected, but Kris, well, yes and no. When she feels like it I expect.”

“In LA.”

“Plenty of work for her there and she makes the occasional lesbian porn movie as well.”

“What! Porn?”

“Yes, I thought I saw her in a film, once, but that was later. I found this woman’s stage name and Googled it, saw a couple of her movies, and it is her, for sure. She doesn’t know I know and I’ve never said anything.”

[M]y [F]irst successful anal with an ex girlfriend many many moons ago.

First off, this is my first story I’ve posted. I have lurked for a long long time and really enjoyed reading this sub. So I decided it was finally time to contribute. This is my first post but there will be many to follow. Over time I’m hoping to relive all the memorable moments I’ve had.

I was months away from going into the navy. I had recently graduated high school and was dating a girl going to a local college. We had been dating for probably like 6 months at the time. The night we met and first had sex will be for a different time.

Anyway…

We where taking a shower together like we did pretty frequently, we both had our own apartments. I loved showering with her, she had played soccer in high school, she kept up on her body and she had really great tits. Like just oversized for her frame. I guess I should break down our stats…

Her. She was about 5’6”, maybe 140lbs. All tits and thighs. Beautiful blonde hair, and just an overall bangin body.

(My First Erotica Piece) [MF], The Rendezvous (Part I)

*This is a story that blends narrative and actual events. Names and details have been changed to protect identities of the people involved. This took place somewhere near my twenty-second year of life with a middle-aged woman. This is the first part in a series of works.*

My name is Allen. I grew up in a small rural town in a moderately sized state with a bit of everything to offer. My state has state parks, campgrounds, beaches, and many metropolitan areas of varying sizes. However, I was brought up in a rural community. I am originally from New York City, but my family decided to relocate when I was around ten to a locale where they were not absolutely destroyed by state and municipal taxes. Additionally, the cost of living was cheaper, jobs in their fields were better paying, and retirement was just around the corner.

Trying to find that one High School slave erotica story

Hey everyone! A while ago I came across a really long erotica on either literotica.com or sexstories.com (can’t remember).

Keeping it short, it’s about a high school kid who begins a dom-sub relationship with a girl from his school. He finds out that the more rough her is with her, the more she likes it. Things get a bit more heated to and more girls join his harem.

Few plot points: he joins a boxing club, there is a Russian gang and a night club scene in it that he has to deal with, a mention of prom and so on.

I can’t remember the name but it would be amazing if someone could help me find it. Thanks a ton!

My [F] first time ever giving a blowjob, to my crush [M]

Written on mobile so apologies for any poor formatting!!

After I last posted I got a few requests to write about an experience that happened about a week ago – giving my first blowjob. I’m pretty nervous to post this so I hope it’s okay!!

It’s a bit long so I’m really truly sorry/I’ve tried to cut it down.

My high school crush Finn and I were staying with friends at his beach house. We are both 20 and study at university. Throughout the trip we started to show more feelings for each other and we are currently dating. I’m a virgin and he’s inexperienced also. There’s more info on my last story describing us if you need it hahaha.

It had been a few days since I had orgasmed by grinding on his thigh, and we had been inseparable ever since. It was around 10:30 and I was wearing one of his soft button down shirts and panties and he changed into just boxers, and we were lying down in his bed.

We cuddled for a long time, just chatting and kissing each other a little. I gave him lots of head scratches and played with his hair (he went crazy for this which made my heart explode).

Another story with my girlfriend’s younger sister [MF]

Several of my past stories have involved some of the fun times I have gotten into with my lifelong friend and then girlfriend Liz. I wanted to follow-up one of the prior stories I wrote that ended up with Liz and I having sex while Leah was laying in bed in the same room as us. As you may recall, the morning after, Liz gave me a blowjob in bed while Leah slept in a bed right next to us. Of course, nothing happened between Leah and I and really nothing was mentioned amongst the three of us about that night (or morning after). Eventually, Liz had to move away for an amazing job offer, although we remain close friends and still have fun together when she comes back to visit home.

Leah went off to college the following fall at a nearby university. As I mentioned in my last story, Leah could have somewhat of a bitchy attitude, something that worked out for her in the popular crowd in high school, but then caused some issues making friends when she first got to school. Right before the holiday break, Leah was going to a holiday formal with a guy she had recently met. Around midnight that night, I received a call from Liz. Leah had called her in tears – apparently she went to an after party with her date and he ended up bailing on her. Knowing I lived only about 10-15 minutes from where the after party was, Liz asked if I could go pick her up and bring her back to her dorm.

Winter sun and realizing a mutual crush [MF]

We all play little games when we’re flirting. The whole business is the game of testing boundaries. Did I go too far? Did I not go far enough? 

The game I was playing today was not texting you. It was mostly me being insecure. Do you actually like me? Am I projecting? Are we just friends and I’m doing the one sided crush thing? So today was just laying back and fighting the urge to start our daily banter first. 

I shouldn’t have worried. Shortly after lunch you lit up my phone. 

‘Today is too beautiful. I just want to sit and the sun and drink beer’ 

Hmmm. Is this a date? Maybe this isn’t one sided at all? Certainly a good sign. Plans were quickly made. Obstacles overcome (why did the electrician need help now?). Within the hour I was riding through the golden afternoon light to your door. 

We made our way to the river. The dog had a stick twice her size and flared at the ends like a bone out of the Flintstones. We narrowly avoided throwing it over the edge of the salt marsh and into the shining mud of the river. Winter was breaking and the sun felt glorious. You took me to your favorite spot where the small creek you were living on merged with the larger river. The tide was low and the high clouds made fish scales above us.