Story I wrote for a friend about me and my boy [M/F] [kinda cute?] [BF GF] [POV of female]

You asked if me and my boy have ever done anything in the car? Well, we’ve had two, both quite small, a BMW Z4 and a jaguar f type. Only two seats so not much room for mischief. But the BMW was convertible… once, not long after we got it, dad was having a couple of work people over at the house, knowing we wouldn’t be able to have any real fun without distrubing them we decided to go for a drive out of town.

I grabbed some snacks and we got in the car, we drove out of the city and east towards the coast. I was driving, so he put some music on and we listened and occasionally sang along when he could convince me to. We kept on for a little while until we’d left the city behind and found some place quiet, secluded and peaceful. The air was cool and crisp, the sun wasn’t far from disappearing. Some of the early nocturnal animals were peaking out and some even played with each other as we watched from inside the car under a blanket we’d brought and nestled together.

Zach’s First College Sports Physical [MM]

Zach waited in the hall outside his college medical office. At 18 years old, he had never seen anyone but his family doctor in his hometown. His scholarship and new college insurance required a full physical exam before allowing the young soccer star to play. He had missed the chance to get it done before leaving home. Fortunately the college also had a good medical program, and he was able to book the last appointment before the weekend. So here he was, all alone in a strange city, about to have his body poked and prodded by a stranger.

 

“Zach? I’m Grant, and I’ll be doing your exam today. Come in.” – a young man said from the door behind Zach. He looked up at the smiling, handsome man in scrubs. Grant was not much older than Zach, no older than 24. He followed him down the quiet hall. Zach thought he looked young for a doctor, but it was a teaching school. In the exam room, Grant made the typical small talk – how did he like his classes, what sport he played. And then slid into the more personal questions – health, hygiene, drinking, sex. Ticking everything off on Zach’s charts.

Getting a little wet’n’wild by mysel[F]

Back with story number three! I have to admit, between suddenly feeling more open about my kinks with my boyfriend and posting on here again I have gotten super horny. I already was stupid horny from being unemployed and covid lock down stuff, but today I woke up and knew it was going to be hours of masturbation today. I made myself wait though. I wanted to get myself worked up mentally first.

I describe myself in more detail in the other stories, but for funsies here is how I would describe myself one more time. I am in my early 30s, have long blonde hair, curvy on an athletic frame. I have green eyes with freckles and gauged ears. I have a handful of haggard tattoos but nothing that distracting. Stoner metal head girlfriend type.

Scissoring My BestFriend (ff, desciptive)

[Pt 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/hpuoxb/cumming_with_my_bestfriend_ff_masturbation/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf) Pt 2

We never spoke about what had happened that evening. We didn’t need to. We just continued as best friends. Sometimes we held hands or cuddled on the couch. But that was all.

I couldn’t get her out of my mind. I’ve thought about it every day since. Just last night, I wanted to call her. I was so wet. I wanted her badly. But I couldn’t. I wasn’t sure how she felt. I wanted to see her naked. Take in her beautiful body. Taste every part of if. It kept me up all night. Her moans, her nipples, the way she looked when she came. It was all too much. I would give anything to see it again.
Without realizing it my thighs had been rubbing together. My underwear was damp. My throat was dry. I wasted no time at all. Within a few minutes, I was vigorously rubbing my pearl. I felt waves of pleasure wash over me whenever I thought of her. I imagined her as the one rubbing me. I squealed, feeling my orgasm coming. I wanted to taste her heavy breasts and her hard nipples. I wanted to taste her wet cunt and lick her until she came on my face. I slid in a finger and started pumping myself hard.

More [F]un Masturbation in Public!

Hey everyone! I hope you are all doing well. I had a lot of fun the last time I did something in public, so yesterday I took it a step further.

If you read my last post, you would know that I masturbated in front of a Starbucks, and that there was a very attractive guy working there. Sadly, he wasn’t there this time, but I still had fun.

I parked closer to the store this time, and brought a vibrator and a dildo with me, a lot less discreet than just using my hand. After purchasing a drink and getting back into my car, I started with the vibrator. I haven’t touched myself in about a week so it felt really good right off the bat. I slipped it under my panties so I could feel it right against my clit.

This time, I wore my favourite bra under my shirt, in case I got brave enough to take my shirt off. It’s a light blue colour which suits me well. I didn’t get the courage to actually take my shirt off, but I did lift it up over my chest. If anyone looked, they could see, but I could easily pull my shirt back down if I needed to.

A pretty, pretty good day.

Needless to say this is fictional. Unfortunately.

“You got the job!”

It was my agent and this was my first success. An aspiring model and actor, I had tried everything, even the periphery of the porn industry, without much success. Now, finally, a real gig.

“It’s for a music video…supposedly really on the edge…they asked a lot of weird questions.”

“Like what?”

“Like how hung you are…congratulations again by the way…whether you’re comfortable with nudity, stuff like that. Must be some video!”

“Yeah, did they say who it’s for?” I asked, daydreaming about artists I would want to spend some time with.

“No, but you’ll find out next week. In the meantime they said you should refrain from sex and even masturbation starting immediately.”

The next week took forever. I searched the trades and the internet for rumors or any little clue. I didn’t find anything, but I did learn that mainstream artists were resorting to more and more explicit videos, some of which were intended for mature audiences only, to boost their social media presence and compete with each other. This had to be what I was doing. But who would it be?

Honeymoon With Mom – an 80s porn tribute – Chapter Five [FM]

**CHAPTER FIVE**

Elaine Moore, 32 years of age, MA in Music Education, lately an awardee of the Advanced Music Fellowship at Lexington Baptist College in Texas, writhed breathlessly through yet another orgasm on the rigid, pounding cock of a small town teenaged boy.

She was pretty “small town” too, she reminded herself. Her Southern Baptist upbringing had instilled in her a strict code of morality. She’d grown up to fear punishment both now and eternally in the Hereafter for even dreaming of sex in any form other than between man and woman sanctified in the eyes of the Almighty. She’d remained true to the faith of her childhood throughout her years of schooling despite the continual invitations to stray and to experiment with which men responded to her smoky eyes, sculpted face and a body that was all at once lanky, athletic and voluptuous.

That is, she’d remained a virgin. She’d averted her eyes when other girls at school had shared scandalous photos and magazine images of men and women enjoying themselves, and she’d refused to take part in or listen to those self-same girls recount their own many and varied sexual experiences – whether real or made up for the sake of impressing one another.

On the Massage Table [MF][Blowjob][Creampie][Mast][Oral]

“Are you ready?”

I looked up from my phone and saw my therapist, James, standing in the doorway looking into the lobby. I nodded, slid my phone into my purse, and got up to meet him.

He smiled and motioned for me to lead the way. He was tall, and I couldn’t help but look at his hands as he held the door—they were large and strong. I’d never really noticed them before. I swallowed hard. As I walked down the hall, I wondered where he was looking, if he was looking ahead or if he was staring at my ass swaying as I walked in my sundress. We were nearing the end of the hall, and he hadn’t said anything so I slowed and glanced back at him. His eyes shot up to meet mine, and I suppressed a grin.

“We’re in this last door here,” he said.

I turned into the dimly-lit room and found the chair in the corner. I set my purse down and turned. He shut the door behind us.

“So, we’ve got ninety minutes. What are we working on today?”

Owned By A Beautiful Goddess [FF, Fdom, humil] (part 2 of 2)

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She did take the rest of the day off. After I filled in her timesheet of ten hour days and turned it in, I sat there at my desk daydreaming about her and wondering what my ‘special gift’ could possibly be.

The day passed slowly indeed.

—-

She walked in carrying something red and black in her hand. She closed the door behind her and turned to face me. She moved over beside my desk and then she pointed to the floor next to my chair.

“Get out of my chair.” She told me simply.

I dropped what I was working on and got on my knees. She brushed past me and sat down in my chair.

“Today is your lucky day Neenee. You’re about to get closer to my beautiful body than you’ve ever been before.” She told me as she sat down in my chair.

“Yes mistress.” I answered, my excitement threatening to make my heart burst out of my chest. Was she saying what I thought she was?

Owned By A Beautiful Goddess [FF, Fdom, humil] (part 1 of 2)

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You never expect to meet God–or the devil either for that matter, in your office at nine o’clock on a Wednesday morning. But as it turns out, that’s exactly what happened to me.

It all started when my secretary Nancy went on maternity leave. I was the general counsel for the company I worked at. Human resources arranged a temp to cover for Nancy while she was out, but I couldn’t believe my eyes when she showed up at my office that Wednesday morning. Nancy, my regular secretary, was a forty-something, angry little gnome of a woman who was near my diminutive height of five feet tall. Her replacement didn’t have anything in common with her at all. The woman HR had sent up to replace her was young, blond, and tall. And, she was also fantastically beautiful! Upon first seeing her I was practically stunned by her physical presence.

“Hi, I’m Hillary.” She said.

None of my coworkers knew it about me, but I’d known I was into girls since I was sixteen years old. I had a thing for tall voluptuous blondes. HR couldn’t have known it, but they’d sent me a girl right out of my fantasies. I stood there in shock for a moment before I managed to speak.