Female Writers: Do you have oral stories?

In the group’s description it says “Show us your naughty, your pleasure, your desire, and we will fulfill it.” So I’m hoping I’m in the right place to make a request. Here is my deal…

I feel like I have a strange fetish. I get really turned on by reading true stories from a gf, fwb, online friend, or just someone I know about them sucking off other guys. If there are a number of stories, I can actually visualize in my head short clips from each story, one after another when getting off. I have a video of a fwb sucking her ex off (her boyfriend at the time) and I get really excited watching this. A fwb wants to suck off her neighbor, whom she’s fantasized about, and wants to know if I want to watch this happen LIVE. YES I DO!!

So, any chance there are female writers out there, that have an oral fixation, enjoy writing about it, and care to share?

Thanks in advance!

The perfect getaway – part 2. (MF) (Spanking) (Masturbation) (Oral)

The cottage was insanely beautiful. It was very isolated and private, with a breathtaking view of the mountains. Its walls were actually huge windows, entirely made of glass (thankfully, it had automatic shutters that would cover up the glass and leave the room dark anytime of the day). It had a small but functional kitchen, a king size bed and the best spot was by the jacuzzi, close to the glass wall in an angle that the view looked even better. I knew I had to hurry before he arrived – he was just letting the Airbnb host know that we had arrived, after all. So I immediately took off my clothes, leaving nothing but my underwear and laid in bed on my stomach. I put on the blindfold and waited.

Lady Lorelei Part 2 [FF] [BDSM] [Hypnosis]

**Lady Lorelei Part 2**

“First things first,” said Lorelei as she stepped past Stephanie. Stephanie had shown up wearing the proper attire: cotton white bra and panties. She was permitted a long coat to cover herself, but nothing else. “We need to go over the rules.”

“The rules?” asked Stephanie.

Lorelei swung her crop against the back of Stephanie’s thigh. Stephanie cried out in pain, but she didn’t talk.

“First rule, don’t interrupt me. No more asking ‘what.’ No more clarifying questions. If you don’t understand, you will get the crop.” Lorelei smacked Stephanie’s other thigh with the crop. She appreciated the symmetry. Stephanie cried out again but was quieter this time. “You will say, ‘yes, Lady Lorelei,’ if you feel you need to say something but can’t find the words. You will soon find that to be your favorite and most useful phrase. Is that understood?”

“Yes, Lady Lorelei,” said Stephanie.

Lorelei nodded and clicked her tongue behind the girl. Lorelei was ‘dressed for battle,’ as she called it. She was in her white corset, white stockings and garter, and bright red heels. She wore her hair in a bun, but nothing tight. Taking her hair down was a reward most pets cherished. Brushing her hair was a privilege few pets ever earned.

Night Work At The Theater Part 2

Grabbing the back of my head, Al pulled my head forward hard, until my face was pressed against his groin.
Followed by Al uttering, “Sweet baby, I’m cumming!!!
followed by his cum overflowing my mouth, and down my chin.

PART 2

The next evening, as I showed up for work, I was a little bit nervous.
What was Al going to think of me?
Last night I submitted myself to him on the spur of the moment.
I think I would be devastated if he sent me away because he was embarrassed by what had happened.
Well, I had to go up to the booth to find out.
So screwing up my courage, I walked up the stairs, and unlocked the door to the projectionist booth.

As I entered, Al greeted me with a hearty slap on the back, and a handshake.
It appears to me that there wasn’t a problem from Al’s point of view, this was a welcome relief.
“Frank, good to see you my boy, I had wondered if what happened last night might have put you off from coming back to work, I’m glad to see that my fears were misplaced.

The Princess fucks herself to sleep [ff] [oral] [squirt] [les] Part 3

Please read parts 1 & 2 first if you haven’t already! I’ll put the links in a comment below :)

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They talked about the experience deep into the night. Helena trying to explain what it felt to have a mans tongue inside of her, Ophelia trying to explain what it felt like to squirt.

“I wish I could have feel a man lick me” Ophelia said, jealous of Helena.

Helena looked Ophelia up and down for a moment and said hesitantly:

“I could do it for you if you like. I don’t mind.”

“What?” Ophelia was shocked, the princess was her friend, not a lover.

“It’s okay, you can close your eyes and imagine I’m a man. I just want you to experience it” Helena assures her.

Ophelia thought about this for a few moments. The idea slowly took hold in her mind, her hips began to gyrate, she couldn’t resist after seeing how good it felt for Helena. She nodded to Helena and spread her legs slightly beneath the sheets.

My 27F [MF] week of sexy fun with my FWB and others

I have a newish FWB that I see a couple times a week. It’s a mix of oral and sex. He’s one of those guys who is very visual sexually and loves to talk about what he’s seeing, doing or wants to see or do. 

One of his favorite topics is what I’d call a kink I guess and is the fact that I’m petite and white and he’s black and much bigger than I am. So he talks about how much he likes me being white, the skin contrast, our size difference and all kinds of kinky things around that. I’m about 103 lbs and just under 5’2″ while he’s 6’2″ 210 and athletic so he definitely has more to talk about there too. 

My week of gone wild started like this. 

SUNDAY

My fwb set up a sensual massage at his place with a friend who is a massage therapist. I did an AMA on reddit about this but basically it was a regular massage that eventually became sexual. The therapist was super patient and touched every inch of my body eventually making me orgasm several times. I had no sexual contact with him but omg it was amazing. After the massage I had sex with my fwb riding him some until he took control and came in me. He didn’t last long. ? 

The Princess fucks herself to sleep Part 2 [mff] [oral] [squirting] [exhibition]

“Daphne, we really must start looking for suitors for Helena.” King Theodore whispered in his wife’s ear outside his bed chamber. Two weeks had passed since Helena’s birthday celebrations, and Theodore was getting nervous about the Queens lack of urgency in the matter. Theodore had planned on wedding his daughter to a Prince from a family who had incredible military power — a nice person to have on your side — however, the arrangement had fallen through at short notice due to the Prince’s fall from grace after losing a battle to a raiding clan.

“Of course. We shall discuss it further in the morning.” – Daphne had no desire to find a suitor for her daughter. She knew from her own experience as a young princess how the pressure of securing a successful marriage had driven her to make a hasty decision, not that she disliked Theodore, but love never came into the equation.

Daphne entered her bed chamber, greeted by her maids, who wordlessly moved towards her to help her undress.

“No, I’m not going to bed just yet. Tell Adonis I need his assistance tonight. Thank you.”

Getting back into it

We were sitting on the couch watching a ghost investigation show on tv. It had been some time since we last had sex, busy schedules and depression doing their best to disrupt lustful feelings. My mind drifted as we watched and I thought about her as she sat next to me, how her skin feels against mine, her hot breath as she breathes into my neck when I slide myself in her deepest confines. I started to get a little hard with those thoughts, not fully erect, but I could feel my cock twinging beneath the fabric of my pants, slowly filling with blood in waves as it slowly grew in spurts. I tried to put the thoughts out of my mind, timing being what it was, I was certain it wasn’t a good time. She seemed so interested in the show and frankly I was too. The show continued and about ten minutes before it was going to be over and the streaming service rolled into the next one, she got up.

“Can you pause it please?” “I’ve gotta use the bathroom and I don’t want to miss anything.”

Picture ID [FF] [M] (d/s) (hot wife) (Part 3)

PART 3

The bitter red wine, made oddly sweeter by her tongue, contrasted with the cool water in Rachel’s mouth. Maira’s body, hot and soft, pressed against her from hip to chest. A glimpse of naked breast and a pale, erect nipple visible where the neck of the robe fell open from her lifted arm. The only thing between them: two fragile layers of silk and rayon.

She lifted her free hand to brush Maira’s cheek, her fingertips drawing slowly down from cheek to the delicate jaw line. Soft, clear, smooth skin, so different from a coarse bearded face. Full lips to suck between her teeth and nip.

She dropped her hand as Maira stroked down Rachel’s arm and lifted the water glass from her fingers. She stepped out of their embrace to placing wine and water glasses on the bedside table. With a flick, she turned back the white, heavy duvet and climbed to kneel in the centre of the bed. She reached out a hand to Rachel, “Come lie down”. “Here right beside me” patting the sheet as Rachel mounted the bed on hands and knees. “On your back”, pushing her back with a hand on her shoulder.

Behind Every Successful Man (Part II)

[Part I](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/mty426/behind_every_successful_man_part_1/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)

8. OLIVER

Well today is going great. First that dickhead Blake doesn’t come in to work, then my god damn smoke show of a wife Alice brings me lunch at the office! She can’t stay to eat it with me but she does give me a quick handy under my desk and catches my cum in her mouth. Jesus Christ, she fucks like a porn star. I’m a lucky man to be her one and only! Not to mention the lamb sandwich she made. Gourmet stuff right there. Almost as good as the handjob.

9. MR. JOHNSON

I don’t know who the fuck Blake Long thinks he is, standing me up for lunch. He was a fucking shoo-in for this promotion, but a man who can’t even show up for his own fucking interview is not fucking executive material. It wasn’t even really an interview, I was just going to take him for a congratulatory lunch and tell him the job was his. He was supposed to meet me in my office twenty fucking minutes ago and he’s not answering his cell phone. I called his home and his wife answered and she mouthed off about him being a prick. A man who can’t even keep his woman in line does not deserve to move up at this firm.