[F] I (F46) need a new title but this is just more of the same story [Part IX: Life Writing]

This is a new chapter in the saga I started here: https://old.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/u33z2w/f_i_f45_had_a_secret_affair_for_8_months_it/. It’s different, but the story of me and Keith was mostly done. This is still part of that story, with a different focus.

It was Scott who encouraged me to take a life writing class that was being offered as a night class for adults in my school board. Teachers got a discount, it was pretty cheap to begin with, and it was close to home one night a week. Scott suggested it’d be good for me to try my hand at writing, something I had always wanted to do since high school. When Scott and I met I was giving it a try, publishing a few poems in zines (remember those) and even in a few literary journals, and “working on a novel,” as I said for years before I had to admit to myself that I wasn’t, not anymore.

(MF) Summer’s Just Begun (teasing) (slow-burn) (con) (oral)

*Hey All, this is my first post on here, and I wanted to try my hand at erotic literature. It’s a bit slow, but I have ideas to expand if there’s interest. Please share whatever feedback you have, because it’s always appreciated! It’s a bit longer than what I imagine a lot of posts are, but I hope you give it a shot! I also leaned a bit more vanilla here, but it was still a fun write.*
*Happy reading!*

Alex didn’t particularly enjoy being asked to go on a pity vacation by his older sister, Sarah. It wasn’t exactly a conversation he was very invested in, but he nonetheless said yes.


“Didn’t your girlfriend just break up with you?” Sarah had asked, her raven hair resting to one side of her head.

“Well– yeah,” Alex responded, “But I’m not particularly interested in going to the beach while you and your girlfriend hang all over each other the entire time.”

Another Hot Tub

Originally published to https://literotica.com/s/another-hot-tub

I honestly think that personal trainers are demons from the pits of hell. Today mine pushed me so hard I thought I would break. I was his last client of the night and we thoroughly worked my legs, back, and abs, but now I could barely move as I walked from the shower to the hot tub in hopes of loosening up my muscles.

There was already someone soaking with their head tilted back and their eyes closed. It took me a moment to realize that this was a woman. And not just any woman… she was gorgeous! Her auburn hair hung down into the water just past shoulder length, framing an enchanting face of light complexion. Her full dark pink lips looked soft, wet, and inviting. The hot tub water bubbled at her elongated neck.

I stood there in awe, afraid to remove my towel. Had I entered the women’s locker room by mistake? As late as it was, the facility was virtually deserted, but a quick glance around confirmed that I was indeed in the right place. While holding my towel and trying to decide what to do, she glanced at me and smiled.

The One That Got Away, Again! [MF]

The One That Got Away, Again.

This one went really really long, sorry but it’s a good tale of you can stick with it.

Back in my mid twenties I was working at a big box store over nights stocking dog food. Everyone else on my crew hates that job but it came with the best nights off to accommodate my second job of working in a bar DJing on the weekends. I didn’t mind the physical work and honestly it helped me drop a few pounds. (Not saying I got ripped… far freakin from it. I’m a big dude. Always have been and always will be.)

I somehow ended up matching break schedules with this very pretty reserved girl who worked in the office. She would come in on break and sit in the corner and read. Instant turn on for me. I have always loved nerdy girls, be it reading or comic books or just wearing glasses and playing with their hair.) Then one day, I was at break and she didn’t come in. Admittedly I was a little bummed out but what right do I have, he’ll I didn’t even know her name yet. As I was heading to the time clock to punch back in, we turned the corner at the same time.

Sex During the Super Bowl

I am white, slim, but fit build, 5’ 5”, 51 years old, with shoulder length brown hair. I was wearing a blue checkered button up blouse with a black skirt. I had been at a family event during the day. When it was over, I went to see Chris (a man I was dating) at his place to watch the Super Bowl. Chris is a tall white man in his late 30s. He was wearing a sweatshirt with casual pants.

We watched the first half of the game. We didn’t do much sexually during the first half besides a few kisses during commercials. Both of us were getting horny. At halftime, Chris got on his knees. He began rubbing my legs and gradually moved his hands up my thigh. He lifted up my skirt, removed my panties and rubbed my trimmed pussy. I was getting wetter as he was rubbing it.

Chris began licking my pussy and found my clit. He moved his tongue in circles around the outer edges of my clit. Chris briefly stopped and said “Your pussy tastes and smells good.” I said “Thanks.” He resumed giving me oral sex. Licking and slightly sucking the center of my clit. I repeated “Oh my God…feels so good” multiple times while I was cumming. I couldn’t concentrate on watching the Super Bowl halftime show.

[MF] My Masseuse – A Three Course Meal

I have been seeing a private masseuse for the past few years now and the way she does her magic on my body is the reason why I keep coming back. At the appointment time, she would buzz me into her studio apartment where I would experience the highlight of my day. To start, let me describe her appearance: a total MILF with long blonde hair she ties into a ponytail, bright green eyes, luscious lips, wonderful pair of C or D cups with nipples always at attention, the nicest ass I’ve had the pleasure of being in the presence of, and shaved between her legs with the tiniest of stubble. All of this covered by an untied see-through silk robe, merely an excuse of modesty as she lets me into her entrance with a welcoming hug. I suppose you can tell by now she’s no regular physical therapist.

Don’t go online horny.

So, I was horny as hell. Perving online at all kinds of
pics. I was looking around on a swinger group and there was a pic of this girl’s
pussy bright red, swollen, gapping open and super wet. It looked so damn good.
I could not help myself and I posted to it.

What a beautiful pussy you have there. I’m better your man
leaves you like that ever night. The only think missing is me kissing, licking
and making it feel better.

It was about 20 minutes later I get a message back.

God I would love to have a tongue again. He hates eating pussy
and no way in hell when it looks like that.

You are joking right?

Hope, thank God he has good dick or I would so be gone. But
I really do miss a tongue.

Well bummer I’m guessing he is not open to sharing you or I
would so be game to help. But I bet he would let a girl lick you.

Lol, I bet he would but I’m so not bi.

[MF] My wife gave the delivery guy a BJ while I was at work.

So my wife has always prided herself on her BJ skills. She’s a bit of a throat goat. No gag reflex and loves to be face fucked (one of the many reasons I married her haha)

I’ve shared her before with other men in threesomes/spitroasts so it’s not uncommon for her to have another guys cock in her mouth. We usually play together, but she sometimes strays. Only ever oral though. She tells me everything after she has had an encounter.

Fast forward to this morning.. turns out the delivery guy dropping off some packages at our place around 9:30 had quite the bulge in his pants.. one she couldn’t ignore apparently haha. After testing the waters and asking him a few questions, he was quick to accept her offer of a BJ. She got down on her knees right in our kitchen and let him use her mouth/throat. He was a younger (late 20s) black guy with around a 9inch cock she figures.

I know about this because she sent me a picture of the aftermath.. he finished in her mouth but when he pulled out she slopped all of his cum down the front of her shirt. She managed to swallow some of his cum but a lot spilled out she said haha. I posted the picture on my profile if you care to take a peek.

How my boyfriend and I had sex without having sex [MF]

[This story is a bit different than most of the ones in this sub, it’s less sexual and more emotional. It might fit better in r/gonewholesomestories, but I hope people here enjoy it too. Don’t worry, there’s still plenty of sexy details. Scroll down to *sex starts here* to skip the backstory]

When I met my boyfriend last summer, I’d been dealing with a condition called vulvodynia for over a year. That’s basically a catch all term for “something is wrong with your vagina but it’s not an infection and we don’t really know what it is or how to cure it.” I’ll spare you the details but one of the main symptoms was pain during penetration. Meaning, no sex. It was incredibly emotionally and psychologically difficult to go through as I saw different doctors, none of whom really helped.

Despite this, I still wanted to date a bit, I figured I would just be upfront about the situation and stick to making out and non penetrative activities. I wasn’t really looking for a real relationship, partly because I assumed my pussy being closed for business would be a dealbreaker.

After the Party [MF][Sex][Pictures][Facial]

*This is an entry in a series centering around a summer party. For earlier parts see: [part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/u9ujqw/summer_party_beer_run/), [part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/ubpjxv/out_for_a_jog/), [part3](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/ucdrik/fantasy_and_megan_arrives_masturbationffconsensual/), and [part 4](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/ug6a6k/the_summer_party_mfstrippingpicturesdubious/).*

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I opened my eyes and blinked uncomfortably, bright sunlight streaming in through the window, my mouth dry and tasting of old beer.

“Ugh,” I groaned as I took in my surroundings, the dresser and chair in the spare bedroom slowly coming into focus as I blinked back tears. “What the hell….” I muttered. The room was empty and orderly, clean. As I pulled myself into a seated position at the edge of the bed I tried to think back to the night before, struggling to recall what had happened during the rest of the party. All I got were bits and pieces, a face here, picking up a drink there, all without any feeling of a coherent timeline. The last thing I remembered clearly was pulling on my clothes after stripping for the football team, then taking a drink from one of them. After that….. almost nothing.