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Y’all ever try to fuck after a marathon? [FM]

This story is 100% pure comedy. If you want hot sex, go to almost anything else I’ve posted.

Once upon a time I was one of those people who despised working out. When people asked how I stayed in shape I would answer “woodworking and lovemaking,” but the truth is I’ve just been blessed with good genes and am naturally thin.

Then I started dating a marathon runner. He’s one of those annoyingly healthy people who gets up at 5:00am to run and meditate.

*We get it. You’re good at life, you fucking show off.*

Back then you could not drag me out of bed before the workday began and I regularly skipped meals and survived mainly on coffee and chicken nuggets.

Then the pandemic hit.

It became clear very quickly I needed a hobby outside and running was the natural endgame.

As much as exercising is the fucking worst, I’m a fan of certain side effects, namely my body was banging while I was training for a marathon. I actually don’t think I lost weight when I took up this hobby, but rather gained muscle and stamina. Read more »

THE SEMEN-POPE HIRES ANDROID SUSIE!

**Christmas with the Starship Rimshot Girls**

[https://jeremiah-moze.vids.io/videos/119dd7bb181ee5cd98/4-24-christmas-with-the-starship-rimshot-girls-mp4](https://jeremiah-moze.vids.io/videos/119dd7bb181ee5cd98/4-24-christmas-with-the-starship-rimshot-girls-mp4)

Because Susie proved herself a spiritually enlightened droid, having shared her consciousness with Jenny and Dr. Praxilion, she drew the attention of the Semen-Pope. He needed an Oral Sex Instructor in his Sacred Jizz Temple in Seattle, Washington. Her oral interview went exceptionally well, and Susie was hired immediately. Susie’s first job was to rustle-up some business, get some horny young men and horny bisexual women through the Temple Gates, masturbating joyfully before the Altar of Come.

Android Susie posted a video on several x-rated sites frequented by horny Pacific Northwest humans between the ages of 15 and 30. That was her target audience. The first video was made specifically for male humans. Below is the narrative of **Android Susie’s Epistle to the Washingtonians.**

“Jack it for me. Take off those pants and get comfortable. I am Holy Sister Susie. An android girl, former sex-bot to diamond miners of Pavonis Mons, and living in British Columbia, in the woods, in Canada. In the Meditation Centers of the Semen-Pope, I teach oral sex. I teach fifty ways to suck, lick, kiss, and caress miraculous erect cocks. Read more »

Meeting Scarlet [MF] – A massage turns into something more

Originally published at: https://literotica.com/s/meeting-scarlet

***All characters in this story are 18 years or older***

“Then we have a deal?” I asked the two men who sat facing each other across the large conference room table. They each nodded in turn.

“Great!” I exclaimed, and I meant it. I had been mediating this negotiation for over two weeks. At points, it felt like the whole thing was going to fall apart. But we managed to pull it off. This was easily the biggest case I had ever taken. Sitting between these two giants of business high up in this tall Ottawa office building, I had often felt like I was out of my league.

But now it was time to relax and recuperate.

As the lawyers replaced us at the table, the two CEOs and I left the conference room. One said goodbye and took an elevator to his office on the top floor. I rode with the other to the ground level.

“What are your plans now?” he asked as we descended.

“I hadn’t thought too much about it,” I responded honestly. Read more »

Massages with a twist

I’d started working at the East Village Amerik spa three weeks prior and I really liked my new job. A few months before, I’d completed my professional training as a massage therapist, had started my own business giving massages in work places – which was going really well –, but I hadn’t turned down my friend Vanessa when she’d called me to sub at Amerikspa because I wanted to get as much experience as I could. Plus, they had a great insurance and health care package.

That morning, Samantha, the weekend manager, had told me I’d have three clientsthat day: two guys – Carl, a businessman from Philadelphia who always came in when he was in town and was already turning into one of my regulars, and Mr. Davenport, an airline pilot who had said he was suffering from sciatica and needed a serious treatment – and one lady.

I always felt a little uneasy when massaging female clients because I didn’t want them to think that I was touching them in an inappropriate way. In class, guys were always told to be extra careful because we’re unfortunately often thought of as sex fiends or perverts who only got into massage therapy as an excuse to get into people’s pants. Female therapists, on the other hand, were always warned to watch out for perverts or sex fiend clients who would try to get a little extra or would start groping them during the massage. Read more »

Weekend alone time with GF

(Based closely on real events with some personnel details left out from the original retailing. Enjoy!)

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My GF was tired of her first week at her new job. She was sleeping and I promised to come lay down with her after a shower.

We rented an RBnB for the weekend to visit some family. To us young couple, it was the opportunity to get some precious alone time. Both of ou being in a point of our live where we had to rely on our parents for a roof.

I kissed her gently to wake her up smoothly. She was stuck in between and a bit grumpy. So I started rubbing her back and running my fingers along her back and through her hairs. As she was enjoying it, I kissed her some more making my way down her back.

Eventually, I attempted running my hand between her legs, without insistence. To be interrupted as she didn’t feel in the mood.

Probing her feelings, she revealed her libido wasn’t so great since the week had been exhausting and she went through the application of a contraceptive loop the previous weekend. Read more »

Roscoe Forthright’s Starship Rimshot. Pussy-Slick, Cock-Spurting Dazzling Adventures with Intense Personal Satisfaction

Christmas with the Starship Rimshot Girls

[https://jeremiah-moze.vids.io/videos/119dd7bb181ee5cd98/4-24-christmas-with-the-starship-rimshot-girls-mp4](https://jeremiah-moze.vids.io/videos/119dd7bb181ee5cd98/4-24-christmas-with-the-starship-rimshot-girls-mp4)

full list of videos:
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There is no reason to be shy about the purpose of r/eroticliterature…(and it is not the advancement of global literary culture.) ***We want eight to ten minutes full of stimulating words, to spark our imaginations, to get the juices flowing and the cocks full up!!*** Many boys love to touch themselves while reading. Many girls love to touch themselves while reading. The words help us get off. Sometimes images, stills and videos, help us get off. But it remains true: ***Our own imaginations are the place where the fires burn, better than any still or video image.*** In fact, often images are distracting, as when we close our eyes to immerse ourselves in sexual pleasure. Words and images light the fires, but our own imaginations do most of the work. And get the job done. Read more »

Roscoe Forthright’s Starship Rimshot. How to Lick a Honey-Sweet Eager Holiday Vagina.

**Christmas with the Starship Rimshot Girls**

[https://jeremiah-moze.vids.io/videos/119dd7bb181ee5cd98/4-24-christmas-with-the-starship-rimshot-girls-mp4](https://jeremiah-moze.vids.io/videos/119dd7bb181ee5cd98/4-24-christmas-with-the-starship-rimshot-girls-mp4)

Any girl or boy wishing to lick a vagina, to do a good job of it and get the desired orgasmic results, should ask the owner of that specific vagina what she enjoys most. Generalizations are not helpful in this regard. Every girl has her individual sweet spot, her favorite oral methods. And, many girls are happy to say exactly what they want most, when busy tongues are in and around their pussies. All one needs to do is ask politely. Don’t be an asshole. Ask politely. Even a girl might not know what works best on another girl.

I recently reunited with a formerly available vagina, to the great pleasure of the vaginal owner and to myself. I was a bit out of practice. A boy needs a well-scrubbed, tasty vagina close-by to stay in tip- top form with one’s licking, sucking and fingering techniques. To my surprise the girl owning this vagina has an amazing stamina and capacity for lengthy licking sessions. My was on her, with fingers in her, and fingers not in her for nearly 20 minutes, non-stop, with Miss Noelle moaning and sighing almost all the time, eyes closed, immersed in her joy. Which leads me to…. Read more »

[M]y year long a[F]fair with somebody who was married

After I got injured playing college football I had been determined to try again. After college I played in a semi pro league for a few years before another serious injury took me out for good. I was in a slump for a few years. Without football in my life, I was lost. When my high school won a state championship I didn’t even attend the alumni celebration. What happened finally was one of my old teammates called me up to see if I wanted to work out, long story made short, I discovered CrossFit and fell for it that same day.

Fast forward a few years, I’m not just at the top of my game but now teaching CrossFit and doing personal training, which if you’d seen me 2 years before you’d have laughed at. My friend said he wanted me to come with him as he was going to compete. So I figured why not and drove with him.

After we checked in, I had to check in at a different table since I was a “coach” not a competitor. As I turned around to leave I bumped into somebody…. Read more »

Weekly con

You did this just got me didn’t you. Little girl alone, in a dim alley. I know you purposely left your panties at home this morning, tempting your peeping skirt length. You wanted me. Pretending your scared of the vagabond, acting defenseless when it’s so easy to slip in almost like you want the strange stranger. Filled. Even with my hand over her panting mouth your whimpers are quietly weak. You match my eyes when I enter, there’s no bedroom here, only execution. Act small but your begging for this. Eyes pleading while your lower lips quivers. The damsel in distress seems to get off by the danger. Your throat begs, it wants me to feel the flow of your pulse, the rush. Uncontrollable danger. Pushing against you, pinning you down like prey, do you know your guiding me? Absorbing into your waves, soaked by them. We need. Primal needs. Clasping dirty, filthy fingers of a calloused hand around your hips seems to let me enter desperate, accepting territory. How you fit my hard eager cock, from tip to base surrounded by warm pulsating wet flesh. Comfort only decribed aw organic. Tell me you didn’t want this. Whimper. You’ve craved, day dreamed, wished. Tell me you didn’t want your skirt pushed up, back arched bent over meeting your kink fantasies you’ve masturbated under the running bath faucet, covering your mouth as you come as to not reveal your intimate vulnerability. Your few tears don’t deter, the lube I don’t need as I slip in and out. Untamed caresses You want this, barely squirming, panting at my fill. I need to, your verbal begging silent as your body tells me everything. My cock must have known too this morning. Hard, glistening from you in the moon light. I can’t stop.
Meekly, you ask not to cum in you.
I wasn’t. Oh, I wasn’t.
But now, I want the unattainable. I need what I can’t have. I want to touch the art in the museum. I want to yank the fire alarm as I pass without an reasonable danger ahead. I hear the verbal no, playful but she’s begging me, painting me in gloss, shimmering allowance. The clapping symphony echoes the tunnel, she won’t deter my encore. Her pleads. Her pleases. I can’t stop watching her grasp me, flowing me in and out in and out.
Fuck.
Crying she begs please don’t. Yet pulling my hips closer, almost unable to thrust fully.
But all I hear is the thumps of my heart, pulsating. Watching myself give away, filling her dripping down her thighs. We need. She seems tighter now, enclosing my undone deed. It’s to early to release my prey, I’m still hunting.
Please.
Does she know this appeases?
Don’t, I can’t. Sir, please.
I’m cumming again, I can’t stop. I need her full of the part of me I will never get back. A gift.
Through my fingers she cries, and I sigh giving her all I have. No panties to soak in up it drips. It slips down, leaving trails on her legs racing to her shoes, drips falling to the cement ground. Leaving minut traces of us.
My grin is so big, I needed to let go. I needed my meditation, my reward.
She gathers herself.
Next Thursday she sighs walking to her previous path. I pick my suitcase from behind trash cans. Adjust my tie and nod.
Next Thursday when we can again be hedonistic alleyway animals.