My Navy Corpsman (me) Marine (them) Gangbang [Group]

Hi Y’all,

Here on Presidents Day I thought I’d share a story (long one, jump down for the good stuff) of a very memorable Presidents Day that took place when I was in the Navy. For those that don’t know I was once a Navy Corpsman back in the mid 90s (yes I’m old). One of the places I was stationed was at Roosevelt Roads Naval Air Station in Puerto Rico (when it was still open, don’t ask me my opinion of Puerto Rico unless you want a very honest opinion). I worked at the Naval Hospital and lived in nearby Fajardo in a pretty nice apartment tower called Dos Marinas.

One of the least popular things to do in the Navy is pull Duty. Duty means you have to show up to work as normal and once your day ends you go on Duty which means you sit and become the hospital answer desk for 12 hrs until the hospital comes to life again the following day. If who you work for is nice they’ll let you get some rest once you come off Duty but in my case I had to go back to work as at the Internal and Flight medicine clinic. That next day happened to be President’s Day but there was a group of Marine helicopter pilots off the USS Wasp needing some physicals. The Wasp which is essentially a Marine troop carrier had pulled in for refueling and R&R. Because of this I knew there were going to be a ton of Marines everywhere looking for fun and as a burgeoning slut I wasn’t about to miss that opportunity.

Vacation with the Bestie Plus One [MFF] [Oral]

Karen’s love for spontaneity never fully left as she aged. Her and I have been friends since the 1st grade and it was like she was my other half. We both grew up in a rather to-do family, so to speak, and we both enjoyed everything that life threw at us. We eventually graduated top of our class in 2004 and spent the last ten years working on our degrees, Psychology for myself and Law for her. College was simple enough for two budding misfits. Sure, we went to parties and even with a shared apartment we rented together we still had time for ourselves and for dick when the time became available. We were like every other college kid at that time. Alcohol and sex were common even if it was casual and tame to most standards. Luck or fate may have had a hand in our ability to miss out on getting into serious trouble, though there were times where both of us could have potentially ruined any opportunity we would have later in life. Once residency for myself hit and she was working on hitting the bar exam, things seemed to go quiet as we were both highly focused on our pursuit for a degree and landing our dream jobs.

[MF] [Romantic] I just had an incredible night with a girl who I’ve known for years.

Four days ago it was Valentine’s Day. I didn’t even think about it. *Love? Who cares.* The only worry I had last week was how my football club was doing in the Champions League.

I made this account to write about some hookup that happened around New Years Eve. I have it all typed out but I don’t care about it anymore. Last night something much better happened so I decided to go ahead and write it down and post it.

English is not my first language so I might form some weird sentences and maybe I’m not able to describe everything in an exciting way.

There’s A LOT of back story/side story, I know that’s probably very boring to you. But I feel like writing it down and if there’s someone out there who enjoys it, then that’s cool.

**If you want to go straight to the sex, skip to the part that is labeled [SEX]**.

**My name is Domenico**

Feeling the need?

Feeling the need?

 

Look down, following the length of your arms with your eyes.

 

Look closely at your hands. No longer are they your dainty little hands, they have become the hands of the one you desire.

 

Your fingers, are now their fingers. Their touch, is their touch. Their caress, is their caress.

 

Let these words penetrate your mind, your heart, and your soul as you touch all of your body with these new found hands. Feel as their fingertips trace the outline just below your delicate jaw. Following the path to beneath your chin, then down to the hollow of your sensual throat, squeezing to feel your moans.

 

Feel as their fingers follow the curves of your naked flesh to your soft shoulders down along to the round fullness of your breasts. Pausing to gently tug at their aroused and throbbing ends.

 

Again, this time pull them straight forward, as hard as you dare.

 

One, feel the thrill building.

 

Two, feel the pleasure surging.

 

Three, feel the pain creeping.

Choose Your Own Adventure(p3){decisions were made}

Choose Your Own Adventure, part

Choose Your Own Adventure part 2 https://old.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/arm1g7/choose_your_own_adventurep2dinner/

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Instructions:

I’ve been thinking about how to do this for a very long time, and this is the best I can come up with (for now!).

The story continues (below) and what ever comment gets the most upvotes, I will continue the story along that path, ie: choose your own adventure.

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“I should really bring your mom some dinner…” I say to her before the waitress walks off with the paid check.

“Awww…” her daughter says sincerely.

“That is awfully nice of you. What would you like to order?”

I order the same thing I know she asked for last time we ordered in, and the waitress promises to expedite, and walks directly into the kitchen.

“Really, thanks for being so nice to mom.”

“Well, what about you. Where are you going now?” Of course she is going home. She’s not one to go out at night, or ever really. Her focus for the past 20 some-odd years has been her kids, who she has reminded me are not at home tonight.

Early Morning Office Encounter [MF] [Affair] [Cheating] [Office Romance]

**Early Morning Office Encounter**

Cherry leaned against the bathroom sink to steady herself. Her legs felt weak. She looked in the mirror and push a lock of hair away from her face and sighed. She still couldn’t believe what had just happened. She knew she should feel remorse, regret or something, but she didn’t. She only felt euphoria and sexually sated. She leaned heavily on the sink in exhaustion.

She smiled at her reflection in the mirror; a shy knowing smile. One that hadn’t lit Cherry’s face in years. Not since she was first married to her husband. The only problem was that it wasn’t David that had put the satisfied smile on her face this time. It had been Devin.

When he had visited the office and shown up forty-five minutes early before the rest of the staff had arrived, Cherry had instantly become nervous. She had had a crush on Devin since the first time they had met. When he had set up his laptop and started to work across the desk from her, Cherry had found it difficult to concentrate to say the least. His crooked smile and dazzling eyes, that seemed to bore through her, had instantly turned her on.

My [M] first handjob ever. In a public indoor swimming pool.

English is not my native language. I try to write as good and without mistakes as I can.

First of all this happened nearly 9 years ago. I was fresh 18 and together with some of my friends I went to a big indoor Aqua Park. Already on the train we talked about how we want to pick up hot girls today but everyone of us knew deep inside that we are too shy for actions like that.

We got into the water and had fun together in a pool which simulated waves. We jumped into the pools and had more than one water battle, splashing each other full of water and diving each other. Then my friends told me that they were hungry and wanted to grab something to eat. I wasn’t hungry for myself and so I went to tower with the big waterslides. Upstairs you could choose between 5 different slides each one with a special effect. Of course this tower was very popular so I had to wait in a line. I waved my head and then I catched a girl with my eyes.

Choose Your Own Adventure(p2){dinner}

Choose Your Own Adventure, part 2

Choose Your Own Adventure part 1 https://old.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/argxxp/choose_your_own_adventure_seriously/

(Or at least vote for it)

Instructions:

I’ve been thinking about how to do this for a very long time, and this is the best I can come up with (for now!).

The story continues (below) and what ever comment gets the most upvotes, I will continue the story along that path, ie: choose your own adventure.

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I text back “Yes. Where/when?” and stand in the kitchen where she left me trying to grasp what just happened.

Did my mother in law just make a fairly hefty pass at me? Does she want to pay rent with sex? I really don’t know what’s going on, but my phone beeping snaps me out of it.

The text says now, and a boring resturaunt half way between our houses.

Typically, I would go out my mom-in-laws door, but I question if that’s a good idea. Would she make another attempt, or worse yet, ask me where I was going?

The evil sex therapist

“I just don’t believe you.”

She was surprised. They always are. She uncrossed and recrossed her legs. I watched closely. Maybe there was a brief glimpse of panties.

“What evidence do you have?” I continued.

“Evidence I’m addicted to sex? That I’m a sex addict?”

I nodded.

“Well, I’ve fucked three guys already today.”

I looked at my watch. It had just gone 11am.

“Impressive,” I said. “I’m surprised you could find time for three sex sessions.”

“Who said I’d had sex three times?”

It was my turn to adjust myself in my seat. My cock was hard.

“Right,” I said. “I understand. All three at once?”

“No. My husband first, when we woke up. The other two guys are putting a new bathroom in my house.”

“They had intercourse with you after your husband left for the day?”

She nodded.

“But he has the cameras everywhere. He’ll watch it all later.”

“Your husband knows?”

“Sure. Why wouldn’t he? I don’t cheat on him.”

“I’m still not sure I’d give a diagnosis of sex addiction. It’s a very serious diagnosis to make. I’d need to… See some more proof.”

[MF] Burritos, Blindfolds, Bruises and Bare-Knuckle Fisting

*(This was also posted to Fetlife) I feel that this needs a preface — I don’t often write about intimate experiences and I don’t want to come across as boasting. Despite swearing-off New Year’s resolutions, it seems January, for each of the past two years, is a time of immense change for me and my relationships. January 2019 was a rollercoaster. Supremely-high highs and subterranean lows. I’ve learned a great deal about myself and my relationships; I’ve begun to tackle demons that have haunted me since childhood, affect how I see myself and inform how I approach relationships. In the process, I may have lost the chance to build a profound connection with one person who came into and left my life all too quickly (“O”). At the same time I have been growing, exploring, and evolving my relationship with “Sprite.” Alongside all of that, in the space of one month: I’ve found a new job that has me feeling happy and appreciated, dressed up as a Viking princess, had a failed attempt at an MFM that made Sprite and I both appreciate just how attuned and caring my ‘lost’ relationship partner was, reconnected with an old dear friend via an automotive crisis, reconnected with a college friend as a result of a facebook photo of my chest hair, and begun to explore the parts of BDSM that held both allure and anxiety.*