It was getting late (F/M)

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It was getting late.

The full moon above, lighting your way.

You knew that you shouldn’t have been out, but you couldn’t resist.

Your journey was aimless and you had no goal in mind.

You just wanted to feel the cool breeze upon your skin after being locked down for so long.

As you stray further from your front door, you noticed the moon being shadowed.

As you lifted your gaze, you could see the rolling, dark clouds flickering in the distance.

They crept ever closer, blanketing the sky entirely above your head.

Then suddenly, you felt it.

The first drop of rain struck your cheek and ran down to your collar.

That first drop made you shiver, it was cool, yet refreshing.

Unlike the first drop, which made you smile, the many that followed after, made you run.

Your calm and casual stroll had now become a dash for shelter.

Seeing no lights on, and only strangers doorways to huddle in, you kept going.

[FF] First time fantasy fulfilled. How a bi-sexual woman’s dream came true

About 8 years ago, I told my husband about my being turned on by women. It came from watching porn together. He asked me about it because I always got super wet when there was girl on girl stuff. So I just sucked it up and told him about how I had fantasized about other girls since I was in middle school. I was a little scared, didn’t want to freak him out. But he took it just fine, seemed excited by it in fact, and he told me how much it turned him on to watch two women. So that was much easier than I expected, and I was able to tell him about my fantasies, my girlfriends in high school that I fantasized about, etc.

We talked about it many times, and he was as turned on by the thought of me and another woman, as I was. We decided we would go away on vacation to an adults-only resort. We looked in to places and decided on a resort in Jamaica.

[MF] 18yo me learning off an experienced lady

Hi everyone,

I’ll start by saying those who regularly post the juicy deets on here are the real heroes of lockdown. I’ll jump in with a second story to add some more sparkle.

Like I mentioned before, my step into adulthood was a real steep learning curve, I looked like a man in their mid 20’s when I was still 18, so had the pleasure of attracting older ladies and all their amazing kinks and general dirtiness. It was a fantastic time for a wide eyed polite 18yo.

This one particular story was a night out that I met Kim, she was a 30yo sport tutor and general good egg. She was 5’7, dirty blonde, with a tight frame, curvy ass and small perky boobs. She was a straight talker and we hit it off, but didn’t take it any further as she was on a rocky relationship so it turned into a slow burn text that increased in flirtatious-ness .

Cutting to the chase these texts turn dirty pretty quick once I find out she’s splitting with her partner. We agree to meet up to act on these texts and I turn up at her place, like a kid going to watch his football team for the first time. Excited, overwhelmed and definitely nervous.

Cherry on Top, Chapter 4 [Mf] [Incest] [Father/Daughter]

[Chapter 3](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/l2qe9p/cherry_on_top_chapter_3_mf_incest_fatherdaughter/)

***LEON***

I rapped my knuckles on the top of the divider to Colette’s cubicle. She turned to look up at me, probably seeing the state I was in.

“Colette, could you see me in my office?” I murmured, almost in a rasp. She must have seen the distress on my face and nodded wordlessly. I walked back to my office while she said something to her cubicle neighbor Jasmine. When she entered she closed the door behind her.

“I should start charging by the hour,” she joked, and I chuckled once before my smile slowly faded. “So… You look miserable today. How is it that we talk about finding happiness, and two days later you look like this?” She regarded me with sympathy and worry, and I sighed.

“It’s not really related,” I explained, rubbing my brow. “Cherry broke down yesterday, wanting to know more about her mom.”

Colette stared at me, then blinked in incomprehension. “I’m sorry for being blunt, but what’s wrong with telling her? I mean, what was she asking to know about?”

I gulped. “Her name. How I met her. How she died.”

Futanari Moon Act 1 [FF] [Futa] [Multiple Orgasms] [Fantasy]

Mayu, first daughter of Tetsuro—the famed Silent Swordsman—awoke to find her naked body splayed out across a straw bed.

She startled and gasped, reaching blindly around for clothing, a rag, a blanket—anything to cover herself with.

When her frantic hands returned nothing of use, she resorted to covering herself up rather poorly using her arms.

Thankfully, she seemed to be alone. Alone in a place she did not recognize.

It was a small room, cold and dark, with only one source of warmth. A small fire blazed away in a metal brazier at the center of the room. It was a makeshift hearth, surrounded by several wooden buckets filled with various unidentifiable grains and granules.

Looking upward, Mayu noted that the wooden ceiling was crumbling. The faint light of the stars leaked through cracked timber boards, but none of the rays reached her sitting on the straw bed. That was for the best, she decided, as it meant the amethyst moon was unlikely to reach her here.

As though struck with a sudden revelation, Mayu realized she must be inside the old digger’s hut.

I asked [m]y g[f] to participate in a massage therapist roleplay. She agreed.

I asked my girlfriend to participate in a massage therapist roleplay. She agreed. One night, seated on the couch, I mentioned to her that I was going to go out to get a massage. She grinned at me, clearly getting the hint. I went out, gave her some time to prepare and texted her.

“Hello, I found your number online. Is is true you are offering massages?”

After a couple of minutes, she replied.

“Sorry, what’s your name?”

“My name is B. I found your advertisement online about a relaxing massage.”

“Hi Mr. B., indeed I do massages but I’m not in the spa anymore. I’m already home.”

“That’s too bad then… I was in the neighborhood and was wondering for a massage.”

“If you really want that we can try to do in my place, but I don’t have the proper bed and creams, so I don’t know if it would work for you. And I don’t have the pin machine, so you would have to pay in cash.”

“I don’t mind, I just had a stressful day and would like to relax a little bit. Maybe you could improvise with the bed and creams?”

February

It feels like I’ve been planning for this day for years. but now that I think about it I’ve probably been planning it ever since I met her.

I planned out a nice dinner and a bunch of other shit. But it’s ruined now. While I was out, I don’t know where I was passing by but I saw her. I saw her kissing someone else. Kissing another guy.

I pulled over and I threw everything out. Flowers, groceries, candles. I threw out everything. I’ve been sitting on this couch for the last three hours waiting for her to come home. Thinking back to my car ride home I remember I could feel the tears pricking the sides of my eyes. I can vividly remember the feeling of how bad my nose was burning.

It felt like I’d been stabbed in the chest. In my heart. It’s valentines week… a few days before the date. I can’t believe she’d do that, there has to be an excuse but I’m so angry I don’t think I’ll give her the chance to explain.

[MF] First guy to play with her that way

I had met this girl on Tinder. She had a quirky profile and was clearly into being silly and not taking life too seriously. We chatted for about a week before finally being able to schedule a meet up. We met at a bar nearby her place. She seemed cuter in person than in her photos. At least I always find them to be more attractive in person.

She was clearly a little nervous and it came out in her awkward conversation style. As we both sipped on some cheap beer we talked about comedy, movies, favourite quotes, stupid internet memes, and how to be confident. I told her about all the public speaking I had been doing lately. She asked about tips and advice. I gave her some and she seemed receptive. I could tell she was attracted to the “casual professional” nature of how I presented myself. We joked some more, had a couple more beers, and then decided to head out for a walk thinking the night would wrap up soon.

Alcoholic Aunt Lucy (Part 3)

Alcoholic Aunt Lucy (Part 3)

I woke the next morning and my thoughts immediately turned to my aunt. My cock starts to twitch at the thought of her and her luscious, thick, voluptuous body. I almost feel I am becoming infatuated with her.

I put some boxers on and head down the hall. Aunt Lucy’s door is open and I can still see her naked in bed sleeping. I know typically she will probably wake soon so I need to be ready for my next move.

I decide to go back to my bedroom and get my laptop, I head back to the lounge room, take off my and sit on the couch completely naked. I put my headphones on and start watching porn to wait to be caught by Aunt Lucy.

It doesn’t take long to get hard and my slowly stroking my cock and taking my time.

After about 10 minutes Aunt Lucy walks in and sees me. I do my best acting pretending to be stunned. I act stammered and say “oh….um…Aunt Lucy! I’m sorry I thought you were asleep”.