Lunch Date (M/F)

This is my first post ever on Reddit. My stories are short and to the point, and generally written from my point of view, about no one specific.

On our way to lunch, you were showing me a video of us that you had recorded. I reached over to caress your thigh and noticed that you were semi hard already. I undid your pants, pulled out your cock and started rubbing it. While stroking with a firm grip you grew fuller in my hand. By the time I had you at full mast, I could barely wrap my fingers around you.

I leaned over and ran my tongue from your balls to the tip of your dick and then around the head. I looked up at you and said "I want to feel you inside me." You started looking for a secluded place to stop. I put my mouth around the head of your penis and flicked my tongue across the tip, teasing you for only a moment, because I wanted more. I slid my lips down your cock till you reached the back of my throat. I got up on my knees to get a better angle, pushing your cock further down my throat. I continued to deep throat you till you stopped the car.

I’ll Be a Mommy’s Uncle! (1-3) [Fm, inc, regression, x-dress, reluct, slow]

I'll Be a Mommy's Uncle! by DiscipleN

It's was dull around the house after my father died. You never know what you're going to miss about a person until he's gone. I'll never miss his cocaine frenzies or the occasional flings he flaunted before mom, but my father was a pretty fun guy otherwise. I was pretty young to be certain of my memories of the time he spent with me, but I know I was never bored. When I turned eleven, it seemed like the three previous years without Pop were one eternal drag after another.

You see my mother was very strict and proper, and she decided, soon after my birth, to ensure I never followed the outlandish path of my father. Curfew was instilled in me the day I left the crib. Sundown meant straight to bed, lights out, and no noise. I could play with friends, but only from after school 'til dinner time, five o-clock. She dressed me conservatively, short haircut, comfortable brown shoes probably designed by the Amish, and she only bought starched white shirts and permanent press gray or tan trousers. I was drilled in every pleasantry and courtesy, and learned manners fit for a duke. In religion she was a tad more flexible, Methodist or Southern Baptist. She took me to both every Sunday.

The Goddess of Sex [MF][Transformation][Cock/Breast Expansion][Magic]

This is an excerpt from a larger but incomplete story. The premise being that a pair of immortal creatures make a wager on which of their 'chosen' humans will abuse the powers they give them more. This is an excerpt from part of Nicole's day as a 'sex goddess'

The strange voice resonated in Nicole's head as she lay across the couch in her small apartment. “I shall grant you a gift; a small measure of my power” The voice carried a different tone now: a sultry note, a sexual note. Suddenly, Nicole felt something completely new: a presence inside her. It pulsed inside of her as blood rushed to her crotch. Her fingers dug into the couch cushions as a hard shaft was thrust in and out of her vagina. Her back arched and she screamed in pleasure. Her tiny form writhed and bounced with the new, intense sensations coursing through her body. She moaned and twisted trying to gain more and more pleasure from her invisible lover. Her black sweatpants began to slide down her legs to reveal her pink panties. Her nipples grew hard on her small, unrestrained breasts, poking gently through her t-shirt. A dark spot, wet and sticky, began to spread through the cloth of her underwear as she climaxed, a shriek tearing from her throat.

Alec and Brianna (3 of 10) [MF] [Dark] [Smoking] [Imprisonment] [mast] [huml] [Roleplay]

BRIANNA

That afternoon you watch me pace nervously around our villa. I snack on olives and cheese, trying to ignore my desire to continue smoking. A part of me wishes that you would just make me, so then I would have no choice. But that thought triggers a flashback from the day before. My throat tightens painfully and my eyes tear up as I remember what you did to me. And then today – locking me in the library with that pack of smokes. I know you did that just to tempt me…and it worked.

My heart is heavy as I walk out on the balcony. I feel betrayed. I know you purposely hid all of this from me until after we were married. You knew I would never take up smoking voluntarily, and yet you courted me for a year, knowing that you would never take no for an answer. I start to cry. The balcony door is open, and you can hear me sobbing. But you stay inside, watching and listening from a distance.

Alec and Brianna (1 of 10) [MF] [Smoking] [Roleplay]

ALEC

She is finally mine.

A year of waiting, an interminable courtship, but you have surrendered and are locked to me forever after. Now comes the exquisite shaping of you to my desires. And particular desires I have.

A year of pretending not to smoke while I was with you– I have suffered on weekend trips and long evenings. I think you will soon understand this experience in a very personal way.

Now everything is arranged. A month long honeymoon to the southern coast of Italy. A seaside villa in a remote town. You will be entirely under my control and at my mercy. I have lain my plans long ago when your innocence so affected me.

This is an innocence that is not to last.

BRIANNA

I feel like the luckiest woman alive as I look out over the Tyrrhenian Sea. Jagged rocks sit between our 2-story cottage and the pristine blue waters below. A cool breeze sweeps across my face as I stand on the balcony. I watch two men windsurfing – their brightly colored sails darting back and forth across the waves.

Charlotte’s Graduation Party [mf][mast]

I have another story that takes place before this involving some of the same characters. While this story does take place after the other, you do not need to read the first story to understand this one. However, if you'd like to read it, the story will be linked in the comments below.

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My head rested against the wall, a quiet moan escaping my lips.

Charlotte Parks, my best friend since middle school, was throwing a graduation party, mostly for the band kids. Being her best friend and a not-so-bad tuba player, I was obviously invited. Since we were no longer high school students, having walked across the graduation stage just a week before, her parents and younger brother abandoned the house for the night, letting Charlotte have free reign of the place. A few non band kids had been invited, namely Sean, whose last name I didn't know. Sean, who Charlotte introduced me to the day before, saying that we'd make a cute couple. Sean, who was doing a fantastic job with his tongue between my legs.

discovered I am not the only /r/ at the office. MF {mast}

I spent the lazy morning trolling reddit, looking for some cure for an unusual level of horniness. then, I saw you, I knew it was you.. I recognized your clothing and cubicle in the background to a sexy work pic posting you left here at workgonewild just an hour ago.. I am so horny and in need of cumming that I work up the confidence to walk over to your cube. when I get outside I can hear you rustling in your clothes and soft moans of pleasure, very quiet. my cock stiffens immediately and is clearly showing in my pants. I step into your cube put my back to the wall, I can see you have a hand buried into the front of your pants which look like they are slipping more and more down your hips.. u first look startled, but are so into reaching that orgasm you are chasing you cant say a word… your eyes move down and see my bulge, a wet spot if forming on my khakis..in that awkward moment for both of us not knowing what to say or do I make the shhhh sign with one hand and start to unzip my fly with the other. your eyes follow, your hand keeps moving.. more slowly now.. I reach in and pull out my hard cock, and give it an immediate hard grab and tight long pull from the base out to the head.. I had needed that full embrace for some time.. I almost fall back it feels so good, I groan real low. precum sticks to my fingers. you see the juices flowing from me, and your hand picks up the pace. I can hear your wetness, you motion me closer. I come around not at the side of your desk, you push back your chair and struggle to pop one leg out of your pants, you throw it over the arm of your chair. I can see now your black panties pulled to the side, and your pussy is glistening with wetness, your lips are separated by the index finger you have moving from your clit down and into your pussy with each up and down motion.. over and over. I am stroking hard now, and inching closer to you. you reach out and with one finger touch the tip of my cock, and come away with my sticky wetness, you play with it between your fingers, then raise your hands towards your lips. you give that finger a quick lick, a little taste.. I stiffen again and almost cum.. I ask, saying my first words.. would you touch me? you say no.. you cant do that. but you busy your fingers deeper into your hot pussy and lean forward, I can your moment is near.. I start to panic, realizing I too am going to cum, erupt really, and where can I shoot?? you groan on last time and buckle forward.. your eyes refocus on me. you lift your soaking wet fingers up and to show me how well you did, smiling mow. you see my dilemma tho, and make the shhh sign back at me. you look around and grab a cup from your desk, you slide a little closer and hold the cup up before and postion you face close over the top. you just whisper "in here". I postion myself, thinking I could easily shoot my cum onto your pretty face and say I didn't mean it.. but then I wouldn't be invited back. I can see how eager you are to enjoy the show, and want to see how hot you had gotten me. the first stream leaps out of me, knocks me back almost.. we can hear it hit the back of the cup,so loud you almost laugh out loud. rope after rope pour from me, my knees wobble.. I wipe the tip of my cock against the edge of the cup.. I am finished. we both look down into the cup and actually laugh. I zip up. you pull up, I wipe a little sweat from my brow and slowly back out of your cube

Selling It To The Suits (F, mast, group voyeurism)

Hey guys! If you like my work, I will be publishing work on Amazon in the near future. If you'd be interested in being on a mailing list I'm working up, so you'd know when I uploaded a story, just PM with your email address and I'll add you to it.

Hope you enjoy!

The last of the suits took a seat, completing an unbroken chain of old white faces that could not have looked interested if their lives had depended on it. I suppose it was fortunate then that they didn't – just mine. Mine and Amber's. Her livelihood and mine, all curled up in the hands of twenty baby boomers who would retire to million dollar homes whether they gave our product the shitcan or not.

Speaking of, I shot Amber a quick glance and saw her fidgeting with the fabric on her skirt. I smiled, but received nothing in return. It wasn't anything malicious, that much I could tell from her glazed over eyes. She may have been looking in my direction, but the only thing that girl could see was the presentation ahead of her, facts and figures racing through her mind at a million miles an hour.

In front of my mother’s sleeping neighbor [mF] [oral][holdthemoan]

I originally posted part of this to the holdthemoan subreddit, and then learned of this sub, and decided to share.


When I was 16 my mother lived across the hall from a couple of gals that were roommates. One was in her 60s (Bonnie), the other in her early 30s. I go over there one day to get something, and find the younger one is putting up stringers and stuff for Bonnie's birthday, while Bonnie is knocked out drunk on the couch. She asks me for help with decorating, since it needs to be finished before Bonnie wakes back up.

These thoughts of the occasions when she's been flirtatious with me flash through my head. I was mostly sure that I could get her; if I could ever get her alone. But that was impossible, since my mother was smart enough to not let me be there alone with her, and Bonnie hardly ever left the apartment regardless. There I was, in a situation where we were finally "alone" enough to get away with stuff, but not so alone that my mother would come busting shit up. It was the perfect scenario. The best of both worlds.

Random Encounter

I've never written erotic literature before, I did this on a dare. I'm sorry if it's not particularly erotic.

Koldo looked at her face over the table, she was saying something that was truly interesting, but he couldn't stop comparing the tiny differences between what he expected and what she turned out to be. It was like seeing the superposition of two people, a blurry overlay, an aura over the reality of her. And it was getting in the way, because she was so much more than he had imagined. Every tiny movement, the way her neck moved, her fingers when she gripped of her glass of beer, her eyes rolling under her heavy lids, caught him in a temporal vortex, stopping time and sucking him into a tiny eternity of attraction.

He had no idea how he had gotten in this situation. A random person, someone he never met, now was the entirety of his focus. An accident on the street, looking the wrong way, bump, accidentally placing his hand on her chest and dropping her book. He had no way of saying anything, once he perceived her. He never came back to himself. Whoever came back, it was not Koldo. Just his shadow, a mammal, his need.