Tag: High School

[mf] Fucked an ex at a house party

I’m an old and boring married man now, which is why I’m going to write these. They’re as much for me as anyone else. I’ve never written like this before, so it might suck.

I was 19 and kind of in between relationships. Not exactly single, but not exactly taken. I showed up to a house party thrown by an aquaintance of mine, expecting to get drunk and maybe set some shit on fire. All of the usual suspects were there, including my friend Jill. Jill was not attractive, but she had a great body and huge tits. I always felt like she had a thing for me but I never really pursued because I always had other options. I was considering giving her a shot when my ex-girlfriend Amanda’s voice stopped me in my tracks. Jill had introduced us, so it kind of made sense why she was there. But this party was mostly my people – so she had to expect me.

Me and Amanda had a short and hot relationship that ended when she cheated on me (and Jill told me about it.) Amanda was a goddess to me. She was curvy in exactly the right way, played soccer, and was down for absolutely anything in bed. I learned a ton about sex and myself with her. Read more »

Screenplay Group Buy: A mother strip searched – Custom Fetish Videos

As suggested by Anatomik Media (Custom Fetish Videos), I’m starting a group buy for a recent ENF/humiliation style project. Please check out the thread at OneClickChicks (http://forum.oneclickchicks.com/showthread.php?t=213857) if you’re interested in participating.

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Scene 1:
Setting: kitchen, a young looking boy is eating cereal while looking at his phone.
heard in the background, a woman’s voice: “He’s not going to be happy about that. Okay. Love you – have a safe flight.”
The woman comes downstairs. She’s wearing a conservative skirt that ends around mid thigh. Not too short, but not something you’d want to bend over in with straight legs. Her top is a button up blouse, white, mostly opaque though if you look closely you can see the outline of her bra. Overall, a standard outfit for an office worker or teacher.
Woman: “G’morning – almost ready to go?”
Boy: “Yeah – where’s dad?”
Mom: “Work emergency, he’s boarding the plane right now.”
Son, looking a bit annoyed and staring down at his phone: “Oh.”
mom: “No one is going to know I drove you to school. We’ll take your dad’s car and I won’t park in the teacher’s lot. It’ll be fine.”
The son, still looking sulky, shrugs his shoulders and picks up his backpack to go. Read more »

Night on The Town, Part 4 [MFM] [Oral] [Swing][Mast][Exh] [Third Person]

(Part 3 can be found [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/6zrx4p/night_on_the_town_part_3_mf_oral_lite_exh_third/)).

 

Jason rolled into the parking garage beneath his hotel, his friends making out in his backseat like teenagers. The barely restrained roar of the Porsche’s engine reverberated off concrete pillars and parked vehicles. He tapped his fingers against the steering wheel, hammering out a drum beat of impatience, looking side to side to spy the first available parking spot. A passionate heat was fogging the windshield. He wanted to get to his room as fast as possible.

Kate moaned again. Each erotic sound caused his erection to twitch, demanding release. His sex life had never been uneventful, but he couldn’t remember the last time he’d been this turned on.

Faster than he needed, he swerved into the first free space he saw, stomping the break to avoid colliding with the wall. Mark and Kate were two wrapped up in themselves to notice.

The door above her head was thrown wide and Kate opened her eyes. Jason was standing over them, making no attempt to conceal his arousal. She refocused on her husband and took his mouth in hers once more, breathing in his scent: his cologne, the sweat from their bodies pressed together, the sickly sweet smell of wine, liquor, and cheap beer. Read more »

Night on The Town, Part 4 [MFM] [Oral] [Swing][Mast][Exh] [Third Person]

(Part 3 can be found [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/6zrz83/night_on_the_town_part_3_mf_oral_lite_exh_third/)).

 

Jason rolled into the parking garage beneath his hotel, his friends making out in his backseat like teenagers. The barely restrained roar of the Porsche’s engine reverberated off concrete pillars and parked vehicles. He tapped his fingers against the steering wheel, hammering out a drum beat of impatience, looking side to side to spy the first available parking spot. A passionate heat was fogging the windshield. He wanted to get to his room as fast as possible.

Kate moaned again. Each erotic sound caused his erection to twitch, demanding release. His sex life had never been uneventful, but he couldn’t remember the last time he’d been this turned on.

Faster than he needed, he swerved into the first free space he saw, stomping the break to avoid colliding with the wall. Mark and Kate were two wrapped up in themselves to notice.

The door above her head was thrown wide and Kate opened her eyes. Jason was standing over them, making no attempt to conceal his arousal. She refocused on her husband and took his mouth in hers once more, breathing in his scent: his cologne, the sweat from their bodies pressed together, the sickly sweet smell of wine, liquor, and cheap beer. Read more »

Downing Abbey – Chapter 2

(Lucas)

‘You won’t believe what Garrett has been up to,’ Jillian said. I shook my head when I heard that name. Garrett. Not dad. Never dad. In fact, I don’t even remember the last time any of us called him anything but his first name. All things considered, it beats what we want to call him: Pain in the ass.

Mondays usually began with three coffees sugared to give a toddler pre-diabetes, but I haven’t had the time to eat my melting scone, much less go for coffee. Where the fuck is that office assistant? It’s not even lunchtime yet but I’ve already watched one client rip journalist asshole on national television while forty-five minutes was devoted playing therapist to another on his fourth failed marriage. This shit wasn’t Law and Order.

‘Nothing surprises me anymore about him, but try me,’ I sighed. I notice the mountain of files Simco is trying to drown me in at the corner of my desk, and it looks like Chinese takeout in the office at midnight.

Again. Read more »

[M]y Best Friend’s Girl[F]riend. (Accidental sex; long)

The summer after I graduated college was a very inebriated and hazy time of my life. I was working as a 2nd shift manager, so most of my nights began around 11:00 P.M. for partying; I watched the sun rise with a beer in my hand just about every morning—it was the life. During this time, I had started to make my way through my attractive female co-workers, sometimes merely as a competition with the other managers. At one point, there was a night where I had 3 visitors come over to my house all within an hour of each other; my dick was overtaxed yet satisfied at all the attention!

One night, I went to a house party held at my coworker Kara’s house. Kara was a 18 or 19 at the time, freshly out of high school that summer, so being the stand-up guy I am, I got all the liquor they needed for the night. I lived relatively close to her house, but because of a recent altercation with the police, I had my license suspended. My friend, Doug, was gracious enough to pick me up and take me to the party. Read more »

Kara [MF]

Relevant tags: [FM][College]

I never really noticed Kara. She was studying medicine, and I was in math. We shared no courses, and she was just another girl in the residence. My roommate and I held long conversation about who the cutest girls on the floor were, and Kara was seldom brought up.

A little bit about myself, I am just over 6 feet, wear thick glasses around hazel eyes, and leave my black hair out to grow into bothersome curls. It’s unlike the hair my mostly European family has, but it is what it is. Back in high school I was involved with track quite a lot, so I was quite lean coming into college. Jack is the name, by the way.

It was the end of the midterm season, and a group of friends from the floor were all planning on doing what all freshmen do – drink when we’re not supposed to. I met up with my roommate Eric at around 9, when my linear algebra midterm was done. I threw my lucky pencil in the drawer and we headed out. The plan was simple: eat, pick up some drinks, and head back for a night of debauchery. Read more »

Night on The Town, Part 3 [MF] [Oral] [Lite Exh] [Third Person]

(Part 2 can be found [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/6q8gwo/night_on_the_town_part_2_mf_oral_lite_exh_third/)).

 

Kate opened the bathroom door, revealing an elderly woman, her frown pulling the wrinkles on her face taut. The hallway was empty besides her, and beyond that the soft, jazzy music of the restaurant played undisrupted. If anyone had heard her orgasmic shout, they hadn’t reported it.

“The other bathrooms are full,” the woman said, shaking a fist, “presumably being used for their *intended* purpose. I’ve half a mind to tell management about you. I thought this was a *respectable* establishment.”

Kate and Mark filed out of the bathroom, giving the irate woman a wide berth. She shuffled into the bathroom muttering under her breath, and slammed the door with as much force as she was able.

The couple exchanged a glance, trying to bottle down their laughter. Mark straightened his tie and lead the way back to their table. He looked around the restaurant as surreptitiously as he could, but nobody seemed to realize he was there. Every table was in their own little world. They were all separate planets, orbiting each other but not quite touching. There was a sort of quiet beauty to that, he thought. In way, each couple were the most important people in the world. Nothing else mattered. He looked at his wife, took her hand. That was exactly the way he felt tonight. Read more »

Night on The Town, Part 3 [MF] [Oral] [Lite Exh] [Third Person]

(Part 2 can be found [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/6q8gyb/night_on_the_town_part_2_mf_oral_lite_exh_third/)).

 

Kate opened the bathroom door, revealing an elderly woman, her frown pulling the wrinkles on her face taut. The hallway was empty besides her, and beyond that the soft, jazzy music of the restaurant played undisrupted. If anyone had heard her orgasmic shout, they hadn’t reported it.

“The other bathrooms are full,” the woman said, shaking a fist, “presumably being used for their *intended* purpose. I’ve half a mind to tell management about you. I thought this was a *respectable* establishment.”

Kate and Mark filed out of the bathroom, giving the irate woman a wide berth. She shuffled into the bathroom muttering under her breath, and slammed the door with as much force as she was able.

The couple exchanged a glance, trying to bottle down their laughter. Mark straightened his tie and lead the way back to their table. He looked around the restaurant as surreptitiously as he could, but nobody seemed to realize he was there. Every table was in their own little world. They were all separate planets, orbiting each other but not quite touching. There was a sort of quiet beauty to that, he thought. In way, each couple were the most important people in the world. Nothing else mattered. He looked at his wife, took her hand. That was exactly the way he felt tonight. Read more »

In Flagrante Toronto [MF][Cheating][Long]

Author’s note:

People that don’t cheat will never understand the impulse; the burrowing, creeping compulsion that drives otherwise content people to stray from their partner. This may partly stem from the common misconception that people cheat because they’re unhappy, or missing something in their relationships.

I don’t think that’s it. Or at least, it never was for me. The thing is: sometimes you just want to fuck someone else.

This is a story about fucking someone else. This is also my story, which means that names have been changed to protect the innocent and the not-so-innocent.

And before I begin let me also say that I love my husband. Madly. Truly.

That’s not what this is about.

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It started with a work trip, as I suppose these things often do. I had gotten a text from my boss on Wednesday asking me if I could cover a conference in Toronto the following week.

Normally I declined these events because they involved a lot of mindless standing around a booth answering the same 3 or 4 questions for hours on end. Plus the schedule at these things was usually such that I didn’t have time to get out and see the city except from the back seat of the cab to and from the airport. Read more »