TINDER HIKE [mf] [piss] [mast] [throat fuck] [oral] [squirt] [facial] [swallow]

Do you ever meet someone on a dating app and immediately wonder what she looks like with a face full of cum?

Amy and I met on Tinder a few weeks ago. She’s a cute and curvy dirty blonde. She’s maybe 5’6, has a juicy booty (from the bikini pic she posted on her Tinder account), and nice tits. She’s got dimples, a flat stomach, piercing green eyes, and a devilish smirk.

All I could think about was how cute she’d look with a big facial. Cum everywhere. Dripping down her cheeks. Splattered across her forehead. Dangling from her nose, over her expectant tongue.

I had to ask her out. And she said yes!

Since Starbucks, bars, and restaurants were closed, our only dating option was to go on a walk or on a hike. So, we agreed to meet by a great hiking path. I made some sandwiches. She made some pasta salad. And we both agreed to wear masks. And since we’re both currently furloughed, we agreed to go on a Tuesday afternoon when nobody else would be on the trail.

The day that changed her life [Masturbation] [MFF][Step-siblings] [Rimming] [First Anal]

[6:05am] Amber woke up early, stretching her tall, lean, 19 year old body. She had always been the tallest, skinniest girl she knew and while she loved her height, she regularly found herself jealous of the girls who had bigger tits than she had. She continued to stretch and ran her hand up her well tanned, dark bronze midriff and without evening realizing it, her stretching hand continued to run higher and across her small A cup breast and barely brushed past her nipple as she moved her hand to stretch above her head. She didn’t realize it as she did but this was going to be the catalyst to the day that changed her views on sex and sexuality forever. That light caress of her breast started to turn her on, even though she was yet to realize it as it was early and she was still super groggy. Finally finished stretching, she finally looks at the clock and sees the time, and sighs loudly. “Fuck why am I awake this damn early”, is the only thought that goes through her head.

[MM] I am now a cocksleeve for my friend to use whenever he can’t get laid

Yup! So my friend, Jack (fake name), who started off as an acquaintance I knew through a roommate, is a partier. He says he’s using the last of his younger years to run around getting laid whenever he can. He goes to clubs, hits on chicks, sees where he can get some. Uses tinder, or used to anyway, before the covid. He’s actually pretty handsome, and thiiiiiccck in that “carries the weight well” kind of way. Like you know how the muscle is below a healthy layer of healthy fat? Yeah, he’s like that. Works out a lot, very charming and outgoing, works construction. He’ll usually save up some money for an escort he hires for an hour or so every other month. Dude likes his sex, is what I’m saying. He wants “to get it all out before [he] gets serious.” Respectable guy, very daddy alpha.

Anyway, the other month (like in January) he messages my roommate to see if he can come crash on the couch because he’s pretty wasted after a night of clubbing and doesn’t feel like finding a way to his place. He’s done this before, and neither my roomie or I mind. We enjoy his company.

Windows (Exhibitionist, masturbation, older woman, younger man, cock, pussy, cum)

He was standing in front of the window again in his boxer briefs, same as every evening, a glass of amber colored liquid in hand. Was it whiskey? Rum? Scotch? Bourbon? Maybe Cognac? He looked like a Cognac man, she decided. She was unaware of when this ‘standing in the window in his boxer shorts’ had become a thing. Or, more accurately, she could not remember the exact timing, she had merely looked out the window one night and saw him there, in all his half-naked glory. He was an Adonis. He was every adjective to describe male sexuality, ever. She found him hot. He made her *feel* hot.

From across her way she studied his form. The toned thighs and legs, the shadows of dark hair all over the parts of his body she could see. How the dark hairs clouded over and became thicker from underneath his belly button, a delicious trail to where the fun began below the waistband of his boxer briefs.

My Highschool Crush, 25 years later part 2

Krissi came over to me, mere inches away, and she stripped off my shirt, I kicked off my trousers, my cock felt like steel, and I groaned as her hand reached down, gently grasping my prick.

“You can lick a pussy like that, and your wife became a cold fish. I don’t know what some women have for brains.”

Her voice husky with desire, she purred, “It’s been way too long for both of us. Now that you’ve eaten the cake, we need some cream. Not ice cream, but a better kind of cream. I need it so much, I haven’t felt a man inside me for so long. I want your personal cream to fill my personal cake!”

She led me to the side of the bed, then lay down, her arms and legs spread wide, a lust filled smile on her face. The sight of her spread our for me, the racy undies she was wearing, really got me going.

“I’m going to leave my undies on, if you don’t mind, I love wearing racy things when I’m cumming. Take it Brian, I want you to fully enjoy your present.”

1. The debauchery of an Indian girl [FM] during quarantine.

I wanted to write this down before I start forgetting the finer details. The following events happened during the recent 3 day weekend, and I will post it as a 3 part story for you, and for me. This will probably be long, and like a personal journal entry than an erotic poetry. Skip to ***Scene 1*** for the content.

**The prologue.**

I turned 26 on last Thursday, April 30th. Since India is on a lockdown, and we all have been WFH for the past few weeks, there was no big party or celebration of any kind organized for/by my friends. My roommate and I have been exploring new dishes to cook during this isolation period, and she suggested to invite my senior colleague and workout partner for dinner and movies that day. She wanted to try something new and elaborate.

[MM] My Daddy encounter with an older black gentleman

A couple of years ago I was cruising around fetlife, seeing what was available that was out of the ordinary. I had been hooking up with guys for a few years but had never done anything in the kink/fetish world with another guy. As it tends to happen with me, curiosity got the best of me and I responded to an ad.

The ad was posted by a very handsome black gentleman who seemed to be on the same wavelength as me. He identifies as straight in normal day-to-day life, but enjoys the sexual company of men from time to time. He wanted to try some things he hasn’t been able to do before, kink-wise, and was looking for someone to explore with.

I responded and we hit it off immediately. He suggested a few kinks he’d like to try and I was all for it. We ended up getting each other so turned on we decided to meet right then. I was at work and left in the middle of the day. Walking out of the office, knowing what I was about to do, put an extra pep in my step.

Mrs. Asha Nair Part 2

Hi guys, I hope you enjoyed the first part. This happened a few months after [part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/geghdg/mrs_asha_nair/).

Her husband was back in town for a couple of months now. All we could manage was mutual masturbation as meeting her was close to impossible. As another month passed by we decided that we had to do something about it.

I asked her if she had any friends out of town who she could go to and meet. We decided that she will leave her daughter with her husband for the weekend and she will visit her friend in Bangalore. She would be staying with her friend for one night and spending the other with me. We were both very excited as we have never spent more than a few hours together in our hotel room encounters. I cooked up a story at home about some meetings in B’lore. She left for B’lore Friday night by bus and “I left the following day by car. She was to stay and spend time with her friend the whole of Saturday and come meet me Sunday around lunchtime.

Edging myself [m] while waiting for her [f] on the couch.

I have never written a story like this but I have been a longtime reader and appreciator of them. I am a 29 year old male living in the midwest, currently quarantined as a third wheel to my roommate and his girlfriend. Boredom has caused me to go over some older experiences from when I had the luxury of my own apartment and no pandemic holding me back. For visual context I am a fairly attractive white guy with dark hair, ever-changing facial hair, a couple tattoos, glasses, and a body type that is stocky but runs a fair amount.

When I was about 23-24 I had moved out of my parents house and into a one bedroom apartment in the city. I was living on my own for the first time and quickly realized that I needed to use that to its maximum potential. I was naked in there most of the time just because I could. This is the period of my life where I really learned more about what I was into and my kinks. Turns out I am really into edging, a bit of denial, teasing, and mutual masturbation. I would use my big TV in my living room to watch porn and have my own fun on my couch. My edging sessions would usually take about an hour and on a handful of occasions much longer. This is also when I discovered Tinder for the first time. Eventually I was able to use all of these new discoveries together in an incredibly risky and obviously terrible way.

[Str8] [FM] Exhibitionist Flight Attendant Acts Out Her Public Masturbation Fantasy at an Austin Swinger’s Club

As a flight attendant and exhibitionist, I take advantage of my travels to find men willing to indulge me in my fantasy of dancing and stripping nude from my flight attendant uniform and then masturbating to orgasm. It could be for a male flight attendant or pilot on my crew, someone on the hotel staff or even as wild as entertaining in the cockpit on a long all-nighter to Europe. As long as someone is watching me, I get off to it.

Before I got hired by an airline, I used to fantasize about traveling and meeting men to watch me masturbate. It could be to the many cities my airline flew and it could be done anonymously with perfect strangers, which was my ideal fantasy. The world was going to become my exhibitionist playground.