Heather… Anal training the ex. [MF]

She’d broken up with me about a year ago. It fucking killed me, but we’d stayed friends, which was difficult because seeing her with other guys make me fucking nauseous. And she was always with another guy.

It was late afternoon when my doorbell rang. I was confused, to say the least. I asked if everything was okay and she nodded. I invited her in, offered her a cup of tea and she asked for a gin and tonic. She rarely drank in the afternoon, so something was up.

I sat down with a gin and tonic of my very own and proceeded to roll a joint as I looked her over and tried not to think about the fact that she was no longer mine. I’m pretty sure I was in love with her.

“To what do I owe this pleasure?” I asked

“It’s a bit awkward…” she replied.

A long pause. I waited and wondered and truly believed she was about to tell me I needed to get myself tested, the curse of a desperately curious mind. Fuck.

An Indian Relationship opening up – Part 2

This is part 2 of the series “An Indian Relationship Opening up”

Part 1 can be found here [https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/brkqe2/an_indian_relationship_opening_up_part_1/](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/brkqe2/an_indian_relationship_opening_up_part_1/)

My girlfriend Priya had just left for multiple week work trip overseas. Just before she left, we discussed how we both enjoyed porn and encouraged each others porn watching habits. This was a big step forward for me compared to my previous relationship. In my previous relationship porn was a big deal breaker for my now ex girl friend Purnima. Needless to say I was very excited. Although my ultimate fantasy was to be in an open relationship, I think was a great start.

Over the next few weeks given our long distance, we engaged in a wide variety of phone sex, sexting and dirty email exchanges. We used to stream the same porn videos simultaneously and get off to it while discussing the dirty details over phone. I told her how the female pornstar’s slutty lingerie, high heels, and red lips made me hard. I admitted how busty girls and tight clothes turned me on. I reaffirmed my lust for large natural tits, thick legs and firm butts. On her part, Priya told me how a thick cock was a big turn-on for her. She told me she absolutely loved it when the guy pinned the girl down, and fucked her rough without stopping. When we couldn’t speak in real time, I compiled a list of porn videos that I got-off to and shared with her over email. She used to watch them, add some of her own and email me back. It was the best long distance relationship I had ever had.

[F] The Window Washer didn’t blink an eye as I came

This is a true story that just happened. I posted my first story yesterday, and was planning on writing out a new one later this week, but this just happened and was too good not to share!

A bit of back story, skip a few paragraphs if you don’t care for it.

The past few weeks have been quite a rollercoaster on me. I’ve had a schedule at work that is constantly changing with almost no notice, forcing me to work very strange, long hours. My boyfriend of a few years and I decided, after many months of fights, tears and talking, to open our relationship, so I decided to be brave and hit on the one coworker I find quite attractive, got a huge no, and now I have no idea if things will be awkward when we work together going forward. I haven’t slept more than 5 hours a night in weeks, and I’m still following my intense work out program, allowing me to lose over 120 pounds so far (I look amazing and am loving being hit on basically everywhere I go, which is the main reason I won’t rest, lol).

Disturbed Mid-Coitus for an Xbox remote [MF]

So I posted the other day and people seemed to enjoy so I’ll share a story I love. This one is less kinky but more amusing.

So back when I was still living at my parents house me and my brother didn’t really get along. My parents went away for the weekend and so I took advantage of this and had my GF at the time over for a couple of nights and see what we could get up to. My brother on the other hand wanted to throw a party. (His friends used to be my friends. It’s a whole thing).

Anyway, so it’s about 8pm and I’m lying in my bedroom with my girl and we are just watching some shit on TV. Nothing I recall vividly but that’s not what I was interested in. This girl was a proper nymphomaniac. Part of the reason we arent together anymore.

The culmination of all [M]y experiences with my step sister

There is a TL;DR at the bottom but it doesn’t do the story justice, so just know you’re not getting the full picture. Otherwise, enjoy!

When I was a freshman in high school my mom met a guy and they hit it off pretty well. She introduced me to him and his kids, a daughter and two sons. I thought the daughter was cool because she was my age, but the two sons were too old for me to really relate to, with one heading to college and one starting senior year.
The first time we hung out, I started to crush on my to-be-stepsister, we will call her Lana. She was shorter than me, she had this sort of strong attitude about her, and she was attractive as hell. As we got older I crushed on her harder and harder, and we got closer and closer. We listened to a lot of the same music (my favorite of which was Little Talks by Of Monsters and Men, which we sang as a duet even though she had a beautiful voice and I couldn’t sing at all), we watched videos together, and we basically spent every night for two years hanging out in her room, with me trying to flirt and her seemingly not noticing an ounce of it. This got to me, and eventually my crush began to fade as I took an interest in this Brazilian girl at school, and I had been bragging to the whole house that the Brazilian would be my next gf. In hindsight, I don’t know if my waning interest in Lana had anything to do with this, but out of the blue one day in her room we had this conversation almost exactly:

Bathroom Quickie [MF]

Amanda leans forward towards the bathroom mirror, applying eyeliner around her pretty green eyes as Jarod walks in, already almost ready for their date. She moves her hips to give him room to pass, but he goes out of his way to brush against her through the thin material of her flowery black dress. It always amazed her how long he could wait to start getting ready, yet in the end it was always him waiting for her to finish.

 

His hand slides up her side and she quickly reaches back to playfully push it away while keeping her focus on her eyes in the mirror as she began to add mascara to her lashes. The hand quickly returns, this time higher up her side. She feels his thumb brushing against the side of her breast through her dress and bra.

 

“Stop it…I’ll mess this up,” she exclaimed a little annoyed while trying to keep her hand steady.

 

He waits just long enough for her to finish both eyes before reaching around and gently taking both breasts into his hands for a moment. His hands then follow her curves down her sides to her womanly hips.

[M]y married ex[F] moved back to town and needed to fuck

So let me preface this with saying that this was last year, and my ex isn’t somebody I talk to anymore. In fact I blocked her. So don’t expect any sequels to updates. I actually feel really bad about this whole relationship that I had so I’m going to spare as many details as I possibly can. And I didn’t know her height, nor would I share it. I’m not sharing her name, I’ll just say J.

One day after work I was very stressed and what I normally do when I’m stressed is bake or cook. While I was out getting some ingredients I got a message from an ex that I haven’t talked to in years, since she got married to a long time friend of hers and moved across the country. All she asked me was “Hey Lewis what are you up to?” when I said I was making cookies she told me to save her some. I jokingly replied “J I don’t think the cookies will be fresh or as cookies in the mail.” She informed me that she was in town now and was moving back with her husband on the way in a few months. Needless to say she invited herself over.

ACCIDENTAL PORNO [mffff] [oral] [squirt] [facial] [mast]

A few days ago, I was taking out the trash when I froze, paralyzed by shock and confusion. There was a young woman carrying a bag of trash to the Dumpster wearing nothing but flip flops, a g-string, and a tank top. Was this really happening? As I stood there, watching, I heard a fit of giggles from an apartment overlooking the alley. Suddenly, it all made sense. A bet was lost. The neighbor had to take out the trash in her panties. Her roomies stood, filming, laughing, pointing the camera to me and their roomie.

Finally, the roomie turned around and realized I was standing there, watching.

“If I had known we were allowed to take out the trash in our panties, I would have kept my pants off,” I said.

“Oh, you totally can,” she said with a smirk.

“In that case,” I said, putting my bag of trash on the ground …

Her roomies watched, laughing and cheering hysterically as I kicked my pants off. I took the trash to the Dumpster in my neon green boxer briefs and introduced myself.

[FMF] Watching my BF with another woman turns me on part 1.

I’ve been with my boyfriend since high school. We’re both in our late 20s and honestly I think that we’re inseparable. At the start our relationship wasn’t very steady as we were on and off a lot. I’ve been with other guys but I’ve never had as much passion or obsession as I have with him and him with me. We’re literally crazy for each other and its like my boyfriend said we’re addicted to each other. It doesn’t matter how bad the break up/fight is or how long we’re apart from each other or who we’re with, we both won’t be able to stop thinking about each other.

I know its very strange and unhealthy but I don’t really “live” unless I’m with him. Without him my life just feels bland and emotions just aren’t as strong. Feelings of love, anger, happiness, sadness, arousal, are just muted. I’ve come to terms with it and stopped trying to run from it because I know that I’ll never feel this way with anyone else. And I know its the same for him as well.

Poles and Holes [fiction] [MMMfffffff] [group] [strippers] [toys] [straight] [prostitution] [human trafficking]

There is no minimum age for strippers in the Eastern European state of Slutvia. While that seemed to be the case in most places they had been to, Stenner and Axel, accompanied by Klaug, one of the locals they had befriended, wanted to see if this country was as liberal with the sexualisation of their women as they had heard.

Klaug took them to a strip bar on the edge of the city. Most of the streets and buildings here were run-down, deserted, catering only to the homeless and utterly desperate. The bar, in contrast, looked well-kept and had a garish neon sign spelling out the name, which was too long and weird for the two Canadians to care about.

When they got past the twenty-strong group of security goons, Klaug said, “They get away with so many illegalities here, it’s funny and sometimes … not so funny,” he said, ending with a grave tone.