A day on the lake [mf] [father/daughter, swimsuit, erotic massage, masturbation, cheating] [longer story] Pt. 1

To read the beginning of Callie and Richard’s story, start here: [Teaching my [45M] daughter [20F] how to love her huge ass [MF] [anal] [creampie] [daddy] [cheating] [longer story]](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/kawq5v/teaching_my_45m_daughter_20f_how_to_love_her_huge/)

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“Richard, can you forward me that email chain from George? I can’t find it in my inbox. Hey are you even listening to me Richard?”

Richard started, the sound of fingers snapping in front of his face pulling him from his blank stupor.

Before him stood his colleague, a young guy maybe half his age with adult braces. The kid was fresh out of grad school and far too excited about his job, something that Richard found obnoxious.

“Are you alright?” The horn-nosed kid asked, curious concern wrinkling his brow. “You seem a little out of it.”

Richard blinked.

“Uh, yeah. Sorry,” the older man said, pasting his best fake-friendly co-worker smile across his face.

The truth of the matter was that he had been daydreaming…again, completely unable to focus on the growing pile of papers on his desk.

His mind was far away replaying the afternoon he had spent together with his daughter Callie two weeks ago.

42 [F], late bloomer, late comer with [M] Redditor.

I’ve been asked to post here by my partner in this story. Full disclosure, he doesn’t read the contents of messages but asks me about them.

After having browsed the group I’m intimidated to write here, but it was insisted by a recent partner of mine so here I am. I don’t think this story is as hardcore as others’ on here but here it goes.

I suppose background is needed here. I’m an older woman, 42, married young for convenience and money. It is now a dead bedroom for the past few years since my husband has moved on to younger and prettier women than me. We don’t speak except for him telling me what to do while he’s gone. I’m a mother of two, with a token job that makes no difference in my finances.

I’ve discovered onlineaffairs here on reddit months ago and met someone who understood my plight. He’s a wealthy older gentleman, but unlike my husband we spent a lot of time chatting. Needless to say, many things led to another and he flew in to meet me for the night while my husband was away. I just arrived home from his hotel and was told to write this while it is fresh in my memory.

The time where I 21 [M] at the time matched with 22 [F] on Tinder, found her nudes on Tumblr and watched her go down on her best friend.

This was about 4/5 years ago. I lived in Aberdeen and was looking through Tinder, I had set my radius quite low as I wanted to meet someone close by. One day Gemma pops up (not her real name of course). Gemma looked absolutely incredible, she had a septum piercing, tattoos, shortish red hair, she was curvy, quite thick, and from what I could tell by her photos, had huge tits. I swipe right and unexpectedly we match. I can’t remember what my opening line was but it was good enough to start a conversation.

Gemma and I get talking and really click, we quickly exchanged numbers and social media and moved off of Tinder. It turned out that Gemma wasn’t from Aberdeen but from Edinburgh, she was only in Aberdeen that night for a friend’s birthday so I was really lucky that I matched with her. Gemma and I instantly had a lot of chemistry and it didn’t take long for the flirting to become sexual. However at this point it was only words, what fantasies we had, turn ons, favourite positions and so on.

UPDATE: [M]y wi[F]e and I try to work out problems. Eventually leads to a swapping situation that I later learned was meant to be a cuckolding type of situation, but it didn’t turn out how they thought.

Well, this has been a hell of a ride.

Quick recap for anyone who doesn’t remember or hasn’t read the original. Wife makes friend with male co-worker, winds up fooling around with him behind my back, decides to set up a situation that was conveyed to me as a double date/intro to swinging situation that turned out to be a set up to try and cuckold me, doesn’t go as planned. Honestly, read the original if you want a blow for blow. I am typing this up as more of a way to process everything.

[F] somebody I met on reddit helped my masturbation.

I wrote I enjoy masturbating online and someone sent me message for me that he wants to help me.
I am still virgin because my parents are very conservative and strict, but I really wanted to try it. I am living in a country in asia, but I always wanted to try this with some foreigners.

We exchanged some pics of our naked bodies.
We sexted each other and I got so horny.
It was my first time to show my body,especially breasts and pussy to somebody else. It got so wet, and I sent the pic of my pussy full of juice and my finger rubbing my clit. I was little bit worried because my pussy is brown, but he didn’t care about it.
I got so wet imagining the guy I don’t know pounds me from behind. I always have thought doggy style will be very good.
And I even tried to put my finger in it, but had to stop I got little scared of it and it felt like too tight to put it deeper.
I got curious of how a big dick can go into it.

My First, But Not Last FFM Threesome [FFM]

This is a true story that took place the summer between graduating high school and my first year of college. I had been dating my then girlfriend, “Dina” for a couple of months and maybe not surprising given the way we met, we were a pretty intense and sexual couple. We had met as part of a MFM threesome, one night between myself, her and her then casual boyfriend, a friend of mine.

We were pretty evenly matched. I was young, six foot and 180 pounds, black hair and blue eyes with a great build and stamina from years of high level high school sports. She was 5’4, half Hispanic with full D breasts, a great ass and incredible legs she loved to show off in short skirts and high heels. She was thin had these sensual full lips, looked great and she knew it. I caught her once rubbing her own pussy, with one hand on her breasts in front of a full length mirror, just turned on by herself….

Poetry & Blood Chapter 2 [FF] [BDSM] [Mind Control] [Vampire]

**Part 2: Hunger**

**Laura**

The knock on the door eventually woke Laura up. Really, the knock had become more of a banging. Laura opened her eyes and was struck with how sore her body was; the back of her throat, her arm, and her abs all … ached.

“Holy shit,” she croaked. “I’ve got the flu.”

She tried to sit up, but the room spun around her. She gripped the side of her head and fell back into her comfy bed. Yes, the bed was safe.

The banging on the door continued.

“Laura?” squeaked someone from behind the door. “Are you alive?”

“Barely,” said Laura. Her voice was strained and cracking.

Laura lurched to the side and grabbed her cell phone. It was almost noon. “Holy shit,” she muttered. “The day’s almost over.”

More banging. “Laura? It’s Angelica. Can I come in?”

“Come in,” shouted Laura as loud as she could—apparently ‘as loud as she could’ was something like a smoker cough.

The door turned and Angelica came in, her hair was fairly messy. And was she out of breath? “Good morning, sleepyhead.”

Mutual Masturbation with a Cousin [MF]

This story is from when I was 18 years old, and I met Sarah, a cousin (2nd or 3rd) for the first time. She also 18 at the time, and we met at a wedding. It was very strange because I was introduced to her as a cousin, but my mind was processing her like a gorgeous, out-of-my-league girl. Sarah was very model-like, about 5’9″, slender with big, brown eyes and straight, light brown hair. She didn’t have big breasts or a big ass, but every part of her body was tone and define. She was one of those girls who looked 18 when she was 14 and at 18, when I met her, could have passed for 24.

Her and her family had just moved to our area and she was attending a new high school for senior year. She wasn’t friends with any of her peers, as she wasn’t interested in high school boys and high school girls were too intimidated by her. She kept to herself, spent her time painting, and occasionally dated some older men she would meet online.

[MFFF] [exh] [mast] FUN STORY ABOUT MASTURBATION – The night I got to pretend to be a Chippendale… An exhibition voyeur sex story.

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A few years ago I was at my girlfriend Krissy’s apartment, and we were just hanging out and watching TV. She was watching some program about the Chippendale dancers. ( I have no idea why she would want to watch that, yeah right!).

I kept telling her that it looked like fun and she kept telling me much work the guys had to do and all the effort that went into giving a good show. Well, we were both joking back and forth, when I said that I would have no problem dancing half-naked in front of a room full of screaming women waving money at me. This conversation went on for a little bit, then out of the blue, my girlfriend said she was going to call her friend and I could put on a show for the two of them. I thought she was joking so I said… “Go ahead give her a call.”

She went into the bedroom, supposedly to make a call, I knew she was just teasing me, but the whole idea still sped up the pulse rate. Well, about half an hour later there was a knock at the door and before I knew

[MF] [inc] [mast] [mention of pee] My dad’s ghost

My name is Bella, I live in Denver, Colorado, and I had sex with a ghost. Not just any old ghost, because that would be amazing, but not quite amazing enough to be worth telling the world about. No, dear reader, I had sex with my father’s ghost.

Let me start from the beginning, for I understand that incredible claims require extraordinary burden of proof.

I was born in Denver 26 years ago, the first and only child of my loving and caring parents, my mother Martha and my father Kevin. They were originally from Rapid City, South Dakota, but decided the big city would be a better place to find opportunity and raise a child, so as soon as my mom got pregnant, they packed everything and drove south. I love Denver, and I am ever so grateful to them for the move. It’s the right mix of hipster, modern, cool, and yet outdoorsy and wild.

Ten years passed, until the day my father starting having headaches. Three weeks with no reprieve convinced him to see a doctor. After a myriad of tests, the diagnosis left no mercy nor hope: cancer, 6 weeks left to live, at most. It turned out to be 4. Really, three. The last week, the drugs had already killed the man I knew, only his body left behind, his pain and his haze. When he passed away, I was heartbroken, but relieved.