Room 832 Part 3 (MF) (PIV)

https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/d6oh6p/room_832_part_2_oral_masturbation_sorta_mdom/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share Part 2 (again, sorry for terrible formatting)
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I rub my wrists delicately and sit up. You’ve walked away from the bed and I hear the tap running. You return with a glass of water and hold it out to me. When the glass has changed hands, you sit on the bed besides me and rub my wrist, kissing it gently.

“It’ll bruise, but that’s the extent of it,” I murmur, bringing the glass to my lips and closing my eyes while I drink. When I crack an eye open, you’re looking at me with a concerned expression.

“You’re sure?”

“Yes,” I finish off the glass and rub the back of my palm over my lips before shifting, so I’m leaning against you. You take the glass from me and set it on the nightstand next to the toys.

I scoot off the bed and stand on shaky legs. I walk over to the window and watch as rain continues to trail its way down the glass. Occasionally there is the crack of thunder and a flash of lightning. Perfect weather, really.

how to unwittingly become a temporary porn star [mf] [exhibitionism]

A few years after an encounter with “Jennifer,” which is its own, separate tale, I was doing my usual drive-by attempts at online witticism with a semi-public conversation about nothing with her in a chat room of an adult dating site when “Claire” showed up. As a curvy brunette with an outgoing personality, she was lusted after by countless men who flocked to chat her up, disturbingly many promptly offering to collectively show her enough penises to fill a bottomless pit. My strategy was, of course, to politely acknowledge her presence and move on. As she looked at a few specimens she was curious about, offering commentary on them not unlike a young, female porn version of David Attenborough, I gave Jennifer a brief hint-hint in private, kept up my polite distance and waited until she chimed in asking if I was going to join the Claire-inspired webcamming parade just to make it an even number of cams up and running in the room.

“Oh no, no…” I demured. “I’m positive she has more offers than she even cares to get.”

“Maybe I want a reminder?” Jennifer tried again. “I mean it won’t be as fun as it was in person but it would still be nice to see.”

My first BJ – a tale from college [MMM] [oral]

Ah, college. We all remember that time in our lives. New friends. New experiences. And most of us changed, sometimes in very unexpected ways.

For those of us who went to college before the modern Internet era, there was one particular new experience: porn. You couldn’t just point your browser to PornHub. You had to find the right rental place, or trade bootleg VHS tapes.

I still remember tracking down my first gangbang tape. It started with this tiny blonde chick on a couch, surrounded by big, muscular black guys. Three of us sat in my dorm room and watched as she got on her knees and their pants came down.

“Holy fuck,” said Ron. “Look at the size of those things!”

“The camera makes them look bigger,” said Dave.

I laughed and adjusted my pants. “Speaking of getting big…” I made sure I had room to expand, then kept my eyes fixed on the screen as Blondie sucked one pipe after another. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see my buds surreptitiously stroking themselves through their pants. I pushed my dick aside as it crept up toward my waistline.

My Sister Lizzy Part 7 [Oral] [Anal] [BDSM] [MMF]

From there our love making was slow and gentle. 
As I entered her I took my time and allowed her to feel me just nestled in there without moving.
For me this was a new experience.
In the past it was push, push, pound.
Now it was take time and explore the most profound expression of love.

 For the next three hours Lizzy and I did nothing rough, we just made slow deliberate love.
There was nothing really to write about, it was just the two of us exploring that most basic of human needs, that of two people expressing their love for one another.

 Later that week the three of us were in town after lunch we decided to catch a movie.
As we sat in the theater there were three teenage boys sitting behind us.
Throughout the movie the three kept up a running commentary of the film and in general acting obnoxious. 

Good Night Kiss [MF] [Oral] [inc] [stepfather/daughter]

She has always had an interesting relationship with her stepfather. With her mom always busy at girls nights or business trips, the two could only rely on each other at home. He had watched her grow up into a beautiful young woman, and she had grown to crave his attention and praise. They were in love, though they both denied it. After she turned 18 and experienced a bad break up, they had begun to rely on each other in a different way. With her lonely and heartbroken, and him in an emotionally distant marriage, they were both looking for intimacy, and they found it in each other.

Tonight, like many nights, he snuck into her room when his wife had fallen asleep. The taboo of making love to his stepdaughter 25 years his junior was titillating enough, but doing it in the same house as is sleeping wife excited him even more.

“Princess, are you awake?” He said as he entered her room, still decorated the same as when she was a girl.

“Daddy? Is that you?” She said sleepily, as she turned to see him standing in her doorway. She gave him a sweet, coy smile knowing why he was there.

Room 832 – Part 2 [Oral] [Masturbation] [Sorta MDom] [Light Bondage-y ness]

https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/d69jvo/room_832_part_1_mf_oral_sorta_mdom/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share (Part 1, sorry on mobile, terrible formatting)
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I turn to glance at you, but don’t question you. Your tone is low, almost a growl in my ear, and I know that if I question you or respond with the slightest bit of my usual sass, I’ll earn a couple smacks on my ass if I do. So instead, I walk towards the bed, turning to face away from you, and start to undress. I take my hair down from its clip, ruffling it lightly with my fingers to loosen the curls, and pull my shirt off. I let it drop from my fingers, it forming a puddle at my feet.

I look over my shoulder back at you and you’re leaning against the wall, arms crossed over your bare chest, boxers back on, watching me with an amused expression. “Well go on Kisunya.” You murmur, and instantly my cheeks go warm. I roll my shoulders and push my pants off of my hips, revealing black lace across my hips and ass. I bend and finish removing them and they, too, fall in a puddle at my ankles.

Oral Exams [mF]

So, following the events of the band trip, Emily kept true to her word, she texted me when we got home, and she wanted to meet me behind an old service shed on the far side of the field during lunch. Me, being the horny idiot I was, said yes to anything she said. So we met back there on Monday, she didn’t waste any time in undoing my pants and pulling my half-erect cock out. Before she did anything with it she told me “This thing you have here, this big gift, this isn’t a dick, this is a cock, remember that”, and before I could respond she put the tip in her mouth and started playing with it with her tongue, all I could do was moan in approval. After a minute or so of that she started to work her way down my shaft, and, she didn’t get far before I started to cum, and like a trooper she swallowed everything. As I gathered my thoughts and zipped my pants up, Emily was washing her mouth out with a drink she brought, because who wants to go back to class with dick on their breath?

My first girlfriend and her mind games [Fdom m]

While inspired by real events, the story below is work of FICTION and describes what can be viewed as non-consensual sexual acts between two teenagers.

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My first relationship was a very strange one. It seemed fun at the time but now that I think of it, it was wrong in many ways. Despite that, I enjoyed it a lot but it was my fault that I let it evolve into what it became.

When I was in high school, I had an embarrassing problem: like many teenagers, I had premature ejaculation. It wasn’t just a matter of cumming too early during sex, I would sometimes even cum instantly if a girl touched my dick, even through clothes. This didn’t happen when I masturbated, so I only discovered this when I got my first “girlfriend” in high school. I was quite a shy guy and I was never very successful with girls, so when this girl (let’s call her Lisa) who was completely out of my league decided to date me, I was mortified. I could not understand why a girl like her wanted to date me, but I wanted to make sure I didn’t ruin my chances.

Got the most intense 40-minute blowjob in her SUV at an alley by the park [MF]

Bruh.

So I [M19] go to university in my city, it’s whatever.
Today I got particularly high between classes and hit up my friend [F18] who is in her senior year of highschool asking if she wants to chill.

The last time we hung out it was the first time and we made out and it was super. She’s a lowkey thing, we don’t tell anyone about our “interactions” and she kept hitting me up asking to chill after I got done with uni today, so I was like fuck it.

The girl in question was pretty average. White, brunette, big boobs, 5ft3. A bit on the chubby side which is why I was hesitant to link up with her again (sorry, not really my preference), but knowing how positively she responded to my half-dick pics, it was obvious I’d get something this time, so I was like fuck it.

We linked up and drove in her big ass ford SUV to a little alley near my house about 200m away from a park,
We both got into the backseat and just kinda awkwardly talked for a while until I kinda got on top of her and we started making out.

Room 832, Part 1 [MF] [Oral] [sorta MDom]

My heart hammers in my chest while I walk down the hall to room 832. My footsteps are muted thanks to plush carpeting and because of this, all I can hear is my breath. My weekend bag is slung over my shoulder, the brown strap cutting into my shoulder. After what feels like an eternity, I find the room and push the card key into the slot on the door. It clicks and I open the door, walking in. I set the bag on the bed, kick off my black and gold sandals and glance around.

The room is your standard hotel fare: pristine white walls with unextraordinary art. A desk with a large, framed mirror are off to the side by the window and a winged chair and ottoman are next to the bed. The bed is massive and while I’m sure it is very comfortable, there won’t be much sleep to be had…

My gaze flits back to the bag on the bed, but before I can start unpacking it, my phone vibrates.

I pull the phone out of my pocket and glance at it momentarily – “running late be there soon.”