Feeding Time, part 1 [F31/M40] [masturbation, anonymous, meetup, hucow, lactation]

This is a work of fiction. Please no DMs.

It started after I’d attended my 5th Wedding of the year.

I guess you could say I’d gone done something of a rabbit hole. Scrolling through Reddit night after night, sick of being single and nervous about the ticking of my biological clock… was I ready for kids? I didn’t know.

What I DID know was that I’d started to explore kinks I’d never thought I’d be into before. And the posts and videos that turned me on the most were of other women like me, dressed up in little cow outfits (sometimes they even had butt plugs with tails), wearing collars with bells, and most importantly, dripping milk from their engorged breasts.

These women were all shapes and sizes. It wasn’t the same old clips of porn stars or Only Fans favorites with perfect bodies–these were women with real-looking tits. Tummy pouches. Cellulite.

And if you believed the comments, men fucking LOVED it.

Your wife

(One for the cucks today, enjoy!)

You think she has lost a bit of interest in sex? Her libido has dropped. Life gets in the way, you’re both just too busy. When you do it, sometimes it feels like duty sex.

What you don’t know is that away from you, she is insatiable. Her libido has gone nowhere, you just can’t fulfil her anymore. When you leave the house, the real her comes out.

I’ve been fucking your wife for some time now. It started as an online flirtation. You didn’t know about her burner accounts on Reddit and elsewhere. You know when she started deleting her history or browsing incognito? She didn’t want you to know about her secret turn ons, the things she masturbates to. The people she masturbates with.

She was easy. We chatted for a while about a post we had commented on, a NSFW post about frequency of masturbation as I recall. It was easy to get her to open up about your sex life and her craving for new thrills. To get her to talk dirty to me, send me pics of her tits and pussy for tributing, which really turned her on. To tell me how she wanted to fuck my face, cum all over my big cock. And it progressed. Soon she was sending me pics of her masturbating, then videos, then we chatted live on cam while rubbing ourselves off and talking dirty.

In the Closet, Chapter 2 [mm] [Incest] [Brother/Brother] [Gay] [Sissification] [Humiliation]

[Chapter 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/ybm210/in_the_closet_chapter_1_mm_incest_brotherbrother/)

***ZACH***

“Your plans suck,” I snapped as soon as the door was open. “I almost got fucked.”

“Yeah, you said that over text. But what happened?” Ellie let me in and followed me eagerly as I stormed to her room. I threw myself on her beanbag and sighed heavily, running a hand through my walnut brown hair. She assumed her usual spot on her bed, patting the mattress excitedly. “C’mon, spill.”

I double checked that her door was closed before taking a breath and glaring at her. “I’m serious. He almost stuck his dick in me.”

Her eyes widened in surprise. “Wait, how did that happen? That wasn’t part of the plan.”

“Yeah, no shit, ‘cause nothing ever goes according to plan,” I muttered. “He came in drunk and I freaked. I just wanted to call off the whole thing.”

Thoughts of last night came flooding back, unwelcome and guilty thoughts. There was a wadded-up, cum-stained tissue in my trash that was a direct result of the events that had transpired. And I didn’t wanna think about it.

“…And?” Ellie prompted. Jesus, I was daydreaming about him.

Snapchat slut first encounter (M/F, masturbation, orgasm)

This is my first attempt at this! Any comments suggests welcome! Enjoy

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37 milf (F4A) read the tag line, ‘Em had been cautious about sending this out on Reddit but she was eager to share, she loved the attention, she loved the positive comments that she got. She was not a 19 year old bimbo, she was a real person with all the curves in the right places. She pressed send and waited.

Within seconds her snap chat had exploded! Message after message popped up, she scanned through opening them, lots of mediocre dick pics, delete if you can’t open with a conversation what’s the point, lots of ‘hi’ messages, again delete but she decided that she would let them see her story, they may come out of their shells later. Then there were the ‘others’ , the ones that intrigued her, the ones with the pictures of real men, not just their appendages, the ones who asked about her, and told them a little about themselves. These are the ones she replied to.

[MF] Fun Times with a Barely Legal Vixen

Hi everyone. I’ve been a long time lurker through this and other accounts, and I’ve had a confession of sorts of my own that I’ve been planning to write for some time now. So here goes.

TLDR: a new 18yr old new office recruit and I started fooling around that ended up in multiple fuck fests.

Obviously, names and some details of all those involves have been changed to ensure privacy, and I have received the consent of everybody involved (myself, and the lovely little vixen I was with) to post this on reddit.

Also, this will be the first of several posts detailing the fun times we had.

Feel free to go to the dotted line to get to the fun stuff.

I was 30yrs old when this happened. I worked in the Sales Division of a pretty well known company, and part of my job required me to do briefings to all newcomers about how the job works, their hours, pay, overtime, off days, etc. My job required me to be pretty friendly, and I’m anyway very laid back and approachable.

I’m pretty average looking, slim, well-spoken dude, looks younger than my age. Single.

Next Step With [M]y Tantric Therapist

This is the continuation of my first story. Sorry for taking so long to write it.

After my first visit to the tantric massage place I became a regular once a week. Sometimes even more. Whenever I had problem at work or my personal life I would go there and leave clear headed.

l’m a man on my early 30’s, tall and in great shape because of running and playing soccer.

I tried all their therapists but no one was as good as the first. Let’s call her P. P is 28, gorgeous, with skin, long dark hair, amazing body from yoga (she’s also a yoga instructor besides a tantric therapist) with perfect boobs. So I became a P regular.

For those who haven’t read my first story, this tantric space is focused on tantric massages and therapies and have a strict no sexual contact rule. But they offer a more expensive massage with the therapist naked.

The massage would normally take one hour and a half. 10 min of breathing techniques, 10 min of light touches on my body, 30 min regular massage and 30 lingam massage on my cock.

[MFF] – A Pirate’s Life for Me

In 2003, a little film called “Pirates of the Caribbean” hit the theaters. That year’s hot costume was born. Some of us liked the pirate life long before the movie. I grew up in a beach town and we had pirate days and stuff at my school. Once I saw the movie, I knew those old costumes could be useful, so I picked them up from home and took them to college.

I wasn’t in a frat, but I had a group of friends that were kind of like a frat. Four of us lived together with two of them having girlfriends there pretty much full time. We had parties monthly. Well, they were more like get togethers where we’d smoke pot and talk about life after graduation or legalizing weed or libertarian politics vs. far left politics. It was a different time.

Anyway, so we were having this big Halloween bash. I was going to be a fairly decent pirate and not the cheap ones. I was single for the first Halloween in awhile. I was excited. Day of the party gets there and we’ve got the place decked out. It started off laid back, but then we started playing King’s Cup and it got pretty lit from there.

It’s always the season for teasing [FM]

This isn’t the most riveting story in the world but I just read three annoyingly unrealistic stories on here in a row so I thought why not add my real one even if it’s mundane and a bit prose-y.

This is a few years ago when I was 18, maybe 19, and I had a fuckbuddy I saw about once a week at his apartment. I was the kind of effortlessly skinny you get to be when you’re that age and have the genes for it, a short hourglass figure with boobs that were just large enough to comfortably cup with your hands. He was a carpenter, slim and tall with big hands and a big dick to match.

I would usually come over after dinner, we’d fuck twice in the evening and once or twice in the morning and then I’d be off. Over time I’m pretty sure we both developed feelings but I didn’t see a relationship working out (different values) and if he did he never made it explicit enough for me to act on.

My husband helped me fulfill a fantasy I’ve had for ages [Group]

I’ve had a fantasy for years now that’s sort of a hybrid of a gangbang. I’d be in a bedroom, waiting for visitors while a party of some sort was going on down below. Throughout the night, guests could come see me to fuck, and I’d do whatever they wanted. In my fantasies, it’s some grand ball out of a romance novel, which is obviously not practical at all when it comes to acting these fantasies out in real life. I got to try it though! Minus the ball, of course.

My husband and I are fairly active in our local kink community. We help organize events (both sexual and nonsexual), and in general just have a lot of kinky friends. I’ve spoken to my husband about this fantasy before, and he’s offered to set something up. I’ve never taken him up on it in the past, because I hate making things all about me. In reality, any play party we organized to execute this fantasy, I would be the center of, and that’s always made me feel a little bit selfish.

[MF] The Salesman [Pt 2 of 2]

I pulled up to my hotel after my workout, still sweating and badly in need of a shower.

My phone buzzed with the response from Bambi, normal everyday adult stuff, and another note “missing you”.

For us, this is code that we are feeling frisky, and when I’m out of town, it’s code for dirty talk and mutual masturbation. I quickly changed and as I was getting into the shower I did something I’ve never done before – I sent Bambi a picture of myself in the mirror getting into the shower. I still had my white bath towel wrapped around my lower body, but it felt scandalous.

After I got out of the shower I had another text from Bambi “I want what’s under that towel. It’s warm and clean and soft”

Bambi had never asked me for anything like that before. We had done a video chat before, but nudes were something we were both a little uncomfortable with. We have taken Polaroids and even digital photography before, but the idea of storing and transmitting our most intimate moments felt risky… and really hot.