This is 100% true. It happened in August of 2016 in Austin Texas (Hippy Hollow). Feel free to message me with questions. I’m the male side of the relationship. This is pretty long. My first story on reddit. I have many more true stories, and hope to create many more with my wife (and others). I wrote this last year right after it happened. Enjoy.
Tag: Reluctant
[FM] My Best Friend and my Owner [fdom] [huml] [reluc]
Keira was standing at the kitchen sink washing dishes. Her dress fell and touched on points of her to just indicate the soft curves beneath. She glanced to me when I came back in.
“Is everyone gone?”
“Yep. I just forgot my book.”
Keira had a sometimes sarcastic, sometimes faux-fed up, teasing tone that she used to rib you and joke with you. It was always barely concealing a layer of glee and affection–it was to show that she liked you enough to bother teasing you rather than being polite. It was immensely likable. In a blip of that tone she said, teasing, “Excuses for extra time with me.”
Which I knew was a joke, and not her actually requesting more time with me. It was late. We were tired. I laughed, picked up the book and turned back to the door. “Got it. Thanks again Keira, that was so, so fun hanging out with everyone.”
She’d turned from the sink and was grinning, “Ian, have you ever had a girlfriend?” *Teasing*.
Tales of a Lifestyle Couple…..Part 3
27. She lost her virginity at the age of 16 to a 27 y/o man. What/How the fuck? She told me finally a few days after our last sexcapade. She seemed to be growing a bit more confident in talking about sex. I guess in Michigan the age of consent back then was 16? (Not sure what it even is now) This guy was lifeguard at the community pool they used to go to in the summer. She said she fucked him several times but none were memorable and certainly none that were orgasmic. So, in my mind right off I’m thinking, no, I’m knowing, I have a closet slut no matter how shy she is! She also told me she had something to tell me…..well two things. She went to the Dr. and got on Birth Control and last night she gave her BF a blow job, a first ever for the square fucker. I asked her how it went and she said he wanted to fuck like usual at work, quicky style but it is that time of the month. She said sometimes she gives him a hand job but it sometimes takes too long but she couldn’t wait to give him her new found love of sucking cock. He lasted all of 2 minutes, and his cum got on her work T-shirt lol. She said she couldn’t deep throat him like she could me (bonus for the smaller cocked man!) but she loved it. She seemed freaked out like where the hell did that cum come from. I said, “now you are almost a pro” to which she smiled. I made her lunch before she went to school. I told her my friend from school was coming to stay with me on Friday for the weekend. She asked a few questions about him then went to school.
Enamored [M][F][m][f][humil][nc][reluc]
Enamored
by Carolyn Hooke
The essentials of this story are all truthful. One of my very good friends worked as an office manager for a clinical psychologist. A very conflicted young man came to her clinic one day and began a case with her group. Fortunately he had a patient and understanding counselor to work through matters with him. And, as you will see why, it became our favorite topic as it unfolded over the next few months.
Cubicle
“What are you doing for lunch?”
That was the earliest conversation I could recall having with her. She had been hired about a year after me and placed in the same business group. Initially, she’d been paired with a more senior colleague to train. I’d just turned 23 and she was one of our a recent college graduate hires.
The firm handled the registration and licensing concerns for firms operating in multiple states: compiling business documents, forms, and records and making certain that all requirements were followed. Within it, recent young college graduates were paired alongside a crowd of older workers and slowly and steadily built their professional resumes in hopes of eventually landing a better job, or, they worked there until they became a member of the seasoned crowd.
My College Years – Part 1 – Chapter 2 [M] [ANY]
* **[My College Years – Part 1 – Chapter 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/6uk6kt/my_college_years_part_1_chapter_1_m_any/)**
* **My College Years – Part 1 – Chapter 2**
I had just dozed off when my phone buzzed in my lap five times in quick succession, causing my cock to stir to life. *“UGH!”* I groaned asking myself who would be texting me at 2pm on a Friday. Everyone else is in class, at work, or too lazy to even be awake right now. My eyes were a big hazy, and my mind groggy as I unlocked my phone. Pulling down the notification screen, I saw that Sandy had been the reason for this rude awakening, and its unintentional effect on my now partially erect cock. Sandy had sent me two photos of what appeared to be legal speak with signature lines half way down the second page. The other two buzzes were messages that confirmed where she got the legal papers from.
**Sandy:** *Hey sorry about that, I drove over to Mitchell’s place to ask him to write that contract for me. At first he was reluctant, and thought that you were taking advantage of me and my family’s money, but then I told him that it was my idea, and assured him that you had done everything in your power to try to refuse the payments.*
My College Years – Part 1 – Chapter 1 [M] [ANY]
* **My College Years – Part 1 – Chapter 1**
* **[My College Years – Part 1 – Chapter 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/6uk94r/my_college_years_part_1_chapter_2_m_any/)**
Hello everyone! I am a writer in my profession, and this is my first foray into erotica. I normally write very technical stuff about very technical things. (Think documentation on aerospace stuff) I am not sure if I will be very good at this, but I wanted to try my hand at a story, so here it goes! Feedback, DM’s and comments are welcome! I am open to it all, so get in touch in one of those methods!
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Growing up, I was the typical geeky guy who was interested in becoming a programmer that would one day create a startup that would change the world, and subsequently make me a very wealthy man. I would go to sleep dreaming of different apps, games, and services I could create that would kickstart my future life, but I had to make it through engineering school first. I was an average engineering student who was on partial scholarship, and using grant money to fund the rest of my education. My GPA was higher than average, but my sex life most certainly reflected this. With spending so much time studying, writing research papers, and practicing my programming skills writing mods for a game called Skyrim, I had little time for sex, much less any free time to develop a relationship with someone.
Husband’s promotion?? [MMF] [cuckold] [wife shared] [reluctant wife]
My therapist recommended that I might gain clarity and peace through journaling. You see, I feel conflicted, by my dear husband’s recent actions. On one hand, I feel diminished and devalued, but on the other, I feel embarrassed that he saw something in me that I didn’t even know I wanted. Or were his actions completely selfish? Does he only care for his own gains that I somehow am uniquely qualified to fulfill? Or, even more paradoxically, reveal that he is completely dependent on me….that I actually have complete power over him? So many thoughts, so confusing.
I’ve thought of an even better way to gain understanding. Taking my therapist’s recommendation to another level. I’ve recently found the thrills of the anonymity of exhibiting pictures and short videos of myself on the internet. Perhaps the feedback from you strangers can help me. So, that’s why I’ve decided to share this with all of you. You need the backstory, and I’ll try to be as unbiased as possible. Please share your insights. I’ll give you a bit of background first before I tell you details of what happened 2 months ago.
I fucked my stalker so my buddy could get laid.[MF]
There’s quite a bit of backstory. Feel free to skip down to the sex if you’re so inclined.
A few years ago my[M late 20’s] friend asked me to be his wingman at a Christmas party his ex girlfriend invited him to. He really wanted to go because he still wasn’t over this girl and was desperately hanging around waiting for another opportunity with her.
I didn’t know anyone other than my friend at this party but there was mostly couples with about 4-5 single girls. My friend and I were the only single guys there and the girls were pretty flirty with me.
After mingling at the party for a bit I started to get drunk and so did the girls. One of the girls started to get pretty forward with me and eventually she made a move and started kissing me when we were sitting on the stairs chatting. This turned into some pretty heavy making out in front everyone but I didn’t care as I didn’t know anyone.
Higher education (FF, Fdom, reluc)
You glance at your watch as you head toward the office of the new asst. dean at State University. You’re trying to figure out why you would be called to the dean’s office at 9:00 at night, but have no clue. All you know is that when you told a girl in class about your scheduled meeting, she just smiled in a strange way and said she’d been called in a week ago, but then she refused to say more and just squirmed in her seat. You run up the steps, and enter the deserted building at 9:05, worried because you’re late.
Entering the new asst. dean’s outer office, you’re surprised it’s empty, but then the office door opens and you smile as you see me walk out. You had no idea the new asst. dean was me. We haven’t seen each other in years, but you knew me a long time ago and you always felt there were sparks between us, even though you never found out if I was bi or not. You can’t help but run your eyes up and down my body, seeing my sharply tailored suit, but mildly surprised by the mini-skirt. I can’t help but smile as I see you checking me out, as the whole time I am taking in your tight young body.
Deerplain Donna 11
The pup roamed freely around the suite and I sat on the couch. I turned on the television and searched for … nothing. The shows disinterested me so I left the channel on Spotify. I selected a Bollywood compilation and closed my eyes. I settled in to my sedentary state and imagined what the foreign lyrics were actually about. Suddenly my hunger awakened. As a creature of habit, I would normally have eaten my dinner by this time.
Brent had informed me that in room dining was unlimited – as he had raised his eyebrow. I received the hint that it would not be an all day buffet session. I ordered corned beef hash, two poached eggs and the least expensive bottle of Pinot Grigiot on the wine list.
I fell asleep while waiting for the food. My mind transformed itself into a movie theater. My eyelids became a screen. There was static. There were words in bold white contrasted against the dark gray backdrop – AN ERROR OCCURRED. PLEASE TRY AGAIN LATER.
In the chaotic haze, I could see lips speaking. What were they trying to tell me? I listened to the white noise until the word, “Spic” was audible. I tried to focus and I heard, “DindindinLoveLetterdindindinWritedindinMedindindinAdindindinLoveLetterdindindinLike
dinThedindinOnedinThatdindinYoudinWrotedindindinBefore…”