Against All Odds: How Subscribing to My Favourite eGirl Changed Everything [FM][18+][Long, Slow][Prompt Inspired][Wholesome]

3:27am.

It was 3:27am and I hadn’t slept a wink. I’d lain there, in vain, for so long that my face and pillow had merged into an amorphous blob, but the sweet release into nothing wouldn’t come.

Was it stress? Unlikely; what did I have to be stressed about? My tuition was taken care of by a generous scholarship, and coursework came easily to me. Could it be boredom? Maybe. I’d been scrolling on reddit so long that my thumb was cramping. I know you shouldn’t lay in bed on your phone, but I couldn’t help it. Scrolling or not scrolling, the result would be the same.

Frustrated beyond belief, I gave up. Throwing my phone to the other end of my dorm bed, I pawed at my laptop and resolved to find something less menial to distract me while I waited for dawn. A dozen icons resolved themselves as my desktop came up. Not in the mood to play anything, I was loathe to even consider looking at coursework, and wasn’t overly tempted by the thought of listening to music.

The only option left to me, as you might suspect was always going to be the case, was to jerk off.

Jack and Amy work at a summer camp the summer after graduating college. Chapter 7. Molly is an insolent, bratty little pet. [MF 19+] [oral] [fucking] [bondage][teasing]

After Molly and I fucked, we laid next to each other on the blanket for a bit. She looked over at me with an excited grin and said, “Oh my gosh, that felt good, Jack.”

“You liked it?”

She nodded her head yes, excitedly.

“Maybe we will do it some more this weekend.”

“We could do it right now.”

I wanted to fuck her again…I really did. But, I wanted her to beg for it. I wanted to know how bad she wanted it. And she was my pet for the weekend.

“Well, Molly, if you want me to fuck you, you need to beg for it.”

I saw the look in Molly’s eyes change…she had a mischievous look in her eyes. “No, Jack, I think you’re going to beg me for it.”

I sat up suddenly, “What did you just say?”

Molly sat up too, still having that smug look on her face. “I said that we can fuck some more, but I’m not going to beg for it.”

First hotwife experience – Conclusion

[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/12telt0/first_hotwife_experience_part_1/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=ioscss&utm_content=2&utm_term=1)

[Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/12u0m86/first_hotwife_experience_part_2/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=ioscss&utm_content=2&utm_term=1)

“Fuck. You are so tight.” the man moaned out as even he was overcome with such an overwhelming sensation. It was clear he hadn’t had a woman of her caliber in quite some time. If Chloe had been able to think straight she would have clenched around him to be a little sassy in the face of his domineering of her. But she was too overwhelmed to think about anything other than the feeling of his length sliding in and out of her, how she could feel her wetness coating him making it easier for him. Slowly Chloe could feel the warm sensation radiating from her center through her entire body. A tingling following close behind it. She was close to an orgasm and could do nothing to stop it nor did she want to.

The Path – Part 3 – Emily [M52, F] [Bondage]

A few days after our experience in what I learned she called The Dungeon, which was used by several people, a sort of a collective that owned the place, I got a text to meet there that night. I grinned, and texted back that I’d be there. I’d had a good time with the sub, whose name I never got. Which, I’d learned in the meantime, was part of the deal. No one had to give their name if they didn’t want to, or they could use assumed names. Beth and I, obviously, knew each other’s real names, but that was it. Of course, I hadn’t met anyone else. Yet.

At the appointed time, I walked down into the basement, and Beth was waiting for me, wearing a thin long coat, under which I had a feeling I knew what she was wearing. For myself, I was still in my work clothes. Dress pants and a polo shirt. As I approached, she tapped her keycard on the reader, and the door clicked as it unlocked. She opened the door and wave me through. “Welcome back, Sam.”

Sam isn’t my name, but apparently that would be my name here. Not what I would have chosen, but whatever.

I fucked 4 rugby men. It was brutal and i loved it. [FM]

I am just recovering from a hard fucking with 4 fit guys, all in their 30s. Watching the rugby 6 nations on tv in a local bar, I joined them, dressed in tiny leather skirt, fishnets, high boots and an expensive white blouse, right on the line between classy and slutty.

My regular FWB Andy, was pleased to see me as were the other 3 guys, Tony, Cam and Louis. I took great pleasure in a sexy walk to the bar, in the crush at halftime. I felt my ass squeezed or touched a few times, boys will be boys, as I queued for drinks. I like to pay my way and tottered back with 4 pints n a glass of fizz.

I flirted and was as tactile with the guys as was decent, well I might have crossed over. They were horny and were emitting pheromones, well I was picking something horny up.

Bang Maid [MF]

One of the things we discovered over the last couple of years, during our dead bedroom recovery, is that Emily loves dressing up in the bedroom. It gives her a nice confidence boost & to be honest I like what I see, too. What started with a single, sexier-than-normal, nightie has grown over the last 18 months or so into a moderate collection of lingerie, body stockings & a couple of costumes.

One night, we were watching random porn videos while we were fooling around (as you do) & one popped up involving a maid being seduced by a married couple. We didn’t have a maid costume & I saw how Emily’s eyes lit up when she saw the actress’s outfit, so of course I ordered one. Yes… I have very little impulse control.

Come to the day it arrived, Emily was excited. When she got home from work, she grabbed the parcel & practically skipped up the stairs. I remained downstairs to give her the space to check out the costume & make sure the fit was right. After a short while, I heard her calling for “Sir” from the top of the stairs.

Nerd gives his a teacher a lesson she won’t forget! (M/F)

*Im-…Impossible… There must be a logical explanation for this…mistake.*

Riley’s mind raced as his soft green eyes burned a hole in the “99/100” written on the top right corner of his test. He was so deep in thought that only the bell dismissing the class was able to break him out of his trance. As students flooded out of the classroom, eager to get their weekend started, Riley adjusted his thickly framed glasses and marched towards Ms. Davis’s desk.

“And remember to read chapters 4 annnnd… they don’t care. Oh, hey Riley! If it isn’t my star pupil, what can I do for ya?” asked Ms. Davis as she her hazel eyes and pearly whites smiled up at Riley.

“Well…I just…” It was hard for the young student to put his frustration into words. Ms. Davis was his favorite teacher so he wanted to choose his words wisely as to not offend her in any way. Plus how could he be mad at her beautiful face framed by those golden brown curls.

“That’s right, it’s Friday! You need me to escort you home safely. Can’t have the cheerleaders force you into another one of their uniforms and parade you around in those girly panties again!”

My Craigslist hot-streak part 1 [MF] 20s

It feels like the days of Craigslist personals was a lifetime ago.

My first time stumbling into this space, I was a junior at Brigham Young University in the heart of Utah, and it remained a point of fascination for me for some time. At the time, I was something of a “true-blue Mormon” and too straight-laced to actually try meeting someone. But I loved to browse ads. I created burner email accounts and tested the waters from time to time.

If you ever had the (mis)fortune to participate in this wasteland, particularly the w4m section, you quickly became aware of two things: 1) The scammer-to-real-person ratio was around 1000:1, and 2) The number of guys competing for those few women was also around 1000:1. There’s no better way to explain Craiglist than *sketchy as fuck*, and I truly do not understand how any woman ever felt comfortable enough to meet someone in real fucking life.

This is the story of how I met Helen.

[F][m] 19, and pushing my boundaries: community property w dares.

When I was 19, my male bff got dumped. Long story short, I ended up sleeping w him, and he was hung like a horse. I think he was over 10, hubby thinks I use girl inches, but I know he was 10.”
Anyways…about 3-4 days into our newly found sexual relationship, he asked me to move in.
I ended up quitting my job, withdrawing from summer classes, and getting on the pill.

It was the most amazing sex of my life. I was no virgin before them, but they completely stretched my boundaries. I became community propert, willingly. One of the hottest experiences, were when we would have dares. Sometimes ordering pizza and answering topless, sometimes seducing someone, but one time…using my body to get a room.

We were on the way to the South Padre, and this was long before Hotels.com or anything like that. So we waited till like 2am, and found one w a college guy at the front desk. I told him straight up, that I needed a room, but wanted to pay him in a different way. He was like, we take cash, checks, and credit cards. I told him I was broke, but could definitely find a way to pay. He smiled, asked for my ID, and started the process.
He grabbed a key, and said, come on follow me.

I talked my girlfriend into being a freeuse sex slave for a few hours [MF]

Last Saturday I woke up with the biggest erection, the best mood, and nothing but free time on the horizon and my girl laying next to me.

My girlfriend is a short brunette with wavy hair and big boobs, big hips, a big butt and these big brown eyes that make deep eye contact in a lot of intimate moments. She’s a little bit thick in all the right ways and carries a definite r/breedingmaterial vibe, these wide hips on a short frame supporting a solidly sized ass with some shape from the gym.

We start talking and just playing with each other like we always do. She’s wearing a T shirt with no bra underneath, and these tight shorts she likes to sleep in. She is laughing as I go from playing with her boobs under her shirt to tickling, just having some fun, but in the back of my mind I’m thinking her laughs and glances seem like they’re opening the door to something more. She keeps making big eye contact and at one point we lock in a “fuck me” kiss that’s intense and heavy. She then starts to suck on my fingers looking me in the eye while she moves her tongue around.