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Her birthday surprise, with my girlfriend and her husband [MFM]

Alan and Garrett, best friends learning to ride motorcycles? Fawning over the same girl?

Or as just friends? Alan and Marie passionately dating, Garrett coping poorly with platonic relationships?

There’s no going back far enough, as we’ll always miss out on whatever childhood epochs that lead to Alan’s on again/off again best friend Garrett to have groupsex with his wife Marie.

The setup was perfect, her birthday weekend, MDMA at an EDM concert tying off a getaway a few towns over with a bed large enough to sleep three.

Both Garrett and Alan had known Marie had her heart set on a three-some as a lifelong dream through her own adolescent sexual awakening. But for most the their relationship, Alan wrestled with the closed and disjointed approach so common to men’s sexuality. Wherein sharing his wife with another was an attack on the value and self-worth of himself as a man.

Garrett was less hung up on social mores as a matter of principle, and he had to be as Marie’s lover. He actively participated in a romantic relationship that would be actively shunned by most. They all did. Garrett just saw this as the next step as Marie’s paramour. Read more »

The Categorical Imperative of a Short Plaid Skirt [mf, oral]

I met Victoria on the other side of a 4 month descent into despair.

You’ve probably figured it out by now, but I’m not like most guys. I can be rough and manipulative, but my strongest sexual attraction comes from my heart. I fall in love quickly and deeply. Google “limerence.” That’s me–I get incredibly high from being in love. It’s an all-encompassing desire to posses, to become one with another. Idealization makes the marginally attractive worthy of obsession. And that’s when I want to fuck.

At the time of this story, I was 18 and did not have this kind of detached self-assessment. I only saw potential partner after partner fall away as I was mystified by rejection from the college girls who were not looking for anything approaching my intensity. And who can blame them? From far away, that kind of attention must look curious. Up close, like sunlight focused through a magnifying glass, it burns.

By the time second semester rolled around, I had reached an uneasy peace with myself. I gained something near closure with the former object of my affection after months of silence and started to pull myself out of the deep depression that the sudden end of that relationship launched. Read more »

Pool Party 4 [futa, incest, oral, tease]

**Please read the earlier entries, I’ll link them in the comments as always.**

Thursday night, Katie laid awake. Her parents would be coming home the next day, and it would be her first time seeing them after having accepted her body. She wasn’t sure how she felt. There was the disappointment of not being able to fuck Karen at all hours of the day anymore, but that was a side note compared to the sense of betrayal she felt toward her parents. Her whole life, she had to hide her enormous male genitalia from the world, and not once had either of them talked to her about it. She had felt ashamed of herself all her life, and they wouldn’t even acknowledge that anything was going on. They pretended not to know or remember or whatever they were doing, all so they didn’t have to deal with it anymore. From the time Katie was potty trained, her parents had decided this was her problem now. She never knew how to talk to anyone about it, she had to figure out how to hide it, had no idea what puberty would be like for her, and generally had to live life as a secret freak. When she first started puberty, she had blue balls for nearly a year because she was too ashamed to touch herself. So much suffering could have been prevented if either of her parents had just sat down and talked to her about this once in their selfish lives. Read more »

From Yoga With Love [MF] [LONG]

Yesterday, my work took our team on an away day in South London. It was a yoga and meditation day, designed to get us thinking differently for a creative brief we had coming up. At first I was skeptical, but I have to say it really did get us thinking differently. We did some great work…but more importantly I got laid after.

So there’s a girl on our team called Holly, who’s only been with us for about two months. She’s got dark brown shoulder-length hair and deep blue eyes, and she has this adorable way of flicking up one side of her mouth when she finds something amusing. I’d say I was the one in the team that makes an effort with new people, tries to make them comfortable, so we’d been talking a lot and flirting a bit since she arrived. My industry is very lovey-dovey, and flirting in the workplace is not uncommon at all. Read more »

In De[f]ense Of [M]onogamy

You know what’s wild? For me, currently, it is the difficult slog of monogamy. But wait! Before you put your wieners and vibrators away, let me preface this by saying that sentence is mostly a provocation and a prompt to write something that has been on my mind after reading through some of the stories on this sub, and others similar to it, where the commonplace takes a back seat to the fantastic. Don’t get me wrong…the fantastic stories are always more exciting and better fodder to rub my wiener to in the dark of the night, under my covers where only god can see me, but the mundane is usually where the best fucking happens. The fantastic stories are the ones my friends to prefer to hear, but when I think back on my sexual life, it is the mundane moments that tend to stand out. Read more »

The Categorical Imperative of a Short Plaid Skirt [mf, oral, roommate humiliation]

I met Victoria on the other side of a 4 month descent into despair.

You’ve probably figured it out by now, but I’m not like most guys. I can be rough and manipulative, but my strongest sexual attraction comes from my heart. I fall in love quickly and deeply. Google “limerence.” That’s me–I get incredibly high from being in love. It’s an all-encompassing desire to posses, to become one with another. Idealization makes the marginally attractive worthy of obsession. And that’s when I want to fuck.

At the time of this story, I was 18 and did not have this kind of detached self-assessment. I only saw potential partner after partner fall away as I was mystified by rejection from the college girls who were not looking for anything approaching my intensity. And who can blame them? From far away, that kind of attention must look curious. Up close, like sunlight focused through a magnifying glass, it burns.

By the time second semester rolled around, I had reached an uneasy peace with myself. I gained something near closure with the former object of my affection after months of silence and started to pull myself out of the deep depression that the sudden end of that relationship launched. Read more »

The Categorical Imperative of a Short Plaid Skirt [mf, oral]

I met Victoria on the other side of a 4 month descent into despair.

You’ve probably figured it out by now, but I’m not like most guys. I can be rough and manipulative, but my strongest sexual attraction comes from my heart. I fall in love quickly and deeply. Google “limerence.” That’s me–I get incredibly high from being in love. It’s an all-encompassing desire to posses, to become one with another. Idealization makes the marginally attractive worthy of obsession. And that’s when I want to fuck.

At the time of this story, I was 18 and did not have this kind of detached self-assessment. I only saw potential partner after partner fall away as I was mystified by rejection from the college girls who were not looking for anything approaching my intensity. And who can blame them? From far away, that kind of attention must look curious. Up close, like sunlight focused through a magnifying glass, it burns.

By the time second semester rolled around, I had reached an uneasy peace with myself. I gained something near closure with the former object of my affection after months of silence and started to pull myself out of the deep depression that the sudden end of that relationship launched. Read more »

My College Years – Part 1 – Chapter 2 [M] [ANY]

* **[My College Years – Part 1 – Chapter 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/6uk6kt/my_college_years_part_1_chapter_1_m_any/)**
* **My College Years – Part 1 – Chapter 2**

I had just dozed off when my phone buzzed in my lap five times in quick succession, causing my cock to stir to life. *“UGH!”* I groaned asking myself who would be texting me at 2pm on a Friday. Everyone else is in class, at work, or too lazy to even be awake right now. My eyes were a big hazy, and my mind groggy as I unlocked my phone. Pulling down the notification screen, I saw that Sandy had been the reason for this rude awakening, and its unintentional effect on my now partially erect cock. Sandy had sent me two photos of what appeared to be legal speak with signature lines half way down the second page. The other two buzzes were messages that confirmed where she got the legal papers from.

**Sandy:** *Hey sorry about that, I drove over to Mitchell’s place to ask him to write that contract for me. At first he was reluctant, and thought that you were taking advantage of me and my family’s money, but then I told him that it was my idea, and assured him that you had done everything in your power to try to refuse the payments.* Read more »

All the Power, part 9.2 [MFFFFFFFFFFFF] [Mdom] [Fsub] [oral] [anal] [bdsm] [fantasy]

*Continued from part 9.1…*

Compared to the intense, noisy, scene moments before, things suddenly got quiet. Laetitia gagged periodically, the only sound in the room. His Supremacy relaxed His muscles again. For around twenty minutes, silence prevailed as two more Queen Priestesses pleasured His Supremacy.

Then, with violent abruptness, He pulled Laetitia’s head off His cock. He pushed Kelye down onto with the other hand, and moaned in pleasure.

His Supremacy looked down at Laetitia. “You have been pleasuring me,” He said softly. “You have been worshipping me…yet you did not properly beg for it.”

Laetitia looked at Him silently. She began to speak, but He slapped her across the face – startling, because He looked so calm. He placed His hand on Kelye’s head and casually gave her mouth a few thrusts.

“I reclaim five million gold tracens from you, Laetitia,” He said. “And you must spend tomorrow working among the Blessed Servants.”

“Thank you, Your Supremacy,” Laetitia said, humbly.

He pulled Kelye off His cock and pushed Laetitia back down onto it. He looked at Kelye. “You, too, worshipped me without properly begging for it,” He said. He slapped Kelye across the face. Read more »