Our Infidelity Sonet

I try to look casual, the noisy coffee shop is relatively crowded for this time of the day. I decided on a simple pair of old and comfortable jeans, a tight lacey white tank top (no bra, as per your request), white converse, light makeup. My short curly hair fits me fine today, thankfully, as it has its own will. It is definitely a good sign.

You shouldn’t have written that prompt, and I sure as hell shouldn’t have responded to it. Now here I am, how long ago was it? A year?

I shouldn’t worry about how I look, we saw it other multiple times, my pictures, our video chats. If I close my eyes and concentrate, I can block all the sounds – the glasses, the coffee machine, the laughs and clicks on keyboards from people enjoying the free wi-fi for working or studying – if I close my eyes and take a deep breath I can listen to your voice. How much you want me, how hungry for me you are. I start, at this moment and before you even arrive, to get wet, once more, to the thought of you, baby, I want you with my soul.

A[M]BER’S secret fantasy

Whilst on a recent business trip to Bismarck Amber stayed in a nice, small but clean and friendly hotel with the most friendly and pleasant of staff, after arriving quite late the night before, she got up for an early breakfast as she had a couple of meetings that day before returning to her husband in Beulah, after breakfast Amber went back to her room to take a shower before heading off for the day, about 10 minutes into her journey She suddenly remembered that her laptop was still in the hotel room so had to turn round and go back to the hotel,

Upon Amber’s return she took the lift to the second floor and walked down the corridor to her room but halfway down the corridor she noticed that her door was slightly open which startled her to say the least as she knew full well that she had closed the door properly before leaving, she stood outside the door for a moment to see if She could hear movement inside! But there was no sounds at all, After a moment or two Amber cautiously opened the door very quietly and to her surprise there was this young man lying on her bed sniffing her panties,

[MF] [Incest] [Mom/son] [mommytits] Home for Summer

The year was just coming to an end,—my first year of college. It was absolutely incredible. While I tried to keep concentrated on my studies, and I did pretty well, I couldn’t help but be drawn to all the beautiful women on campus.

Now you have to understand, and I’m sure a lot of you do—I’m from a small town, my graduating class was only 50 people. The hottest girl in my class (while she did have big beautiful bouncing tits), was not even close to the level of half of the girls walking by on the way to class. Always make sure to wear reflective sunglasses my friends, I could not *believe* how short their shorts are. Gorgeous blondes walking down the sidewalk, ripped high-waisted jeans shorts so small and tight you can see the white crease than didn’t get tan between her ass and thighs. I thought I was going to have a heart-attack right there in the hallway.

A Succubus and a… College Guy? (Chapter 4)

For the first time in millennia, I had fallen asleep satisfied, and actually looking forward to the next day of my summons. Who would’ve thought it’d be with a couple of college guys? As I drift off, I feel Jack out a hand on my waist and pull me close to him, like a life sized demon teddy bear. A naked one, at that.

I have a blissful, dreamless sleep, and when I wake up, both Jack and Miguel are still asleep. I glance at the alarm clock on the desk, and it says that it’s 6:28. If I had to guess, I’d say that the alarm is set for 6:30 for the boys to get up for school. I woke up in the nick of time.

I lay in bed, planning to just wait until the alarm goes off, but then I get a more… sexual method to wake Jack up. I gently move his hand from my waist, and silently get up and walk over to the alarm clock. After some quick studying of the nearby instructions, I find out that the alarm is indeed set to 6:30.

Spa times [bi] [exh] [M] [mast]

When I traveled, pre-COVID, part of my planning was to always book a hotel that has a spa or is near a spa. Spa time is an important part of my day when one is available and I set time aside for it like all the other activities of the day. Although I am straight, married, kids, *I am bi curious and exploring my sexuality is a thing for me*.

One of my primary vehicles to understand this is immersing myself in situations where I can be with other guys in the nude. It can be as simple as a nude beach, like Gunnison (NJ) or Haulover (FL) and it is a bit more complicated at a gym or spa. Somewhere around puberty I realized that while I loved tits and poontang, a great looking penis also catches my attention. For those who might have an interest in looking, a subtle way of calling attention is that I go commando. It is also important to know that I never cover up, my towel goes around my shoulders, unless the vibe is such that being seen nude is inappropriate.

Da Fuck is an E-Boi? Part Two (Gay,femme,straight/gay4pay,filmed sex,sph)

[Part One](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/j5vqjn/da_fuck_is_an_eboi_gay_femboy_straightgay4pay/)

The upload was complete. The play button was clicked. The views started to climb.

On screen appeared a… person. The outfit, the curves of their hips, and sexual pose all said female. But, they also had something more that was readily apparent. The person had a soft build, with girly hips, a round ass that was pushed out even more by a pair of outrageous platform heels. The heels were made to look like sneakers given a hyper stripper treatment. Could you bimbofy a pair of shoes? Then these were them. Above those you could see thigh high nylon hose that perfectly emphasized thick thigh, but also ended right at a semi visible bulge. Well, the bulge was undeniably visible, but the contents were only hinted at by a leotard of the same sheer black nylon as the stockings.

The leotard top was only partially visibly, the wearer was also in a baggy Tshirt with a design that blended cute and gothic in a way that seemed perfect for the wearer. Who always had their face covered. Now in a black mask with a bunny mouth on it, and their usual dark hair covering one eye. And the cherry on top, a pair of long black bunny ears on their head, the ears were canted at a playful angle. The figure seemed to smile with their one clearly visible eye, then grabbed their shirt to lift it up.

Passing her around all summer [MF] [M][M][M]

This is a follow up to my last story posted here about the first summer hanging out with my future wife. It’s not necessary to read the previous story really but this will be more about the expanse of time that followed that first night than a story about one event. Honestly I just wanted to post something today and this was on my mind after the last story. I was 20m at the time and the girl involved was 18f, my friends were all 18-20 range.

Solo Fantasy (female masturbation, fingering, dildo, softcore)

Christine lay in bed thinking of James. She had just had the best date of her life with him. He had been so kind, courteous, and sweet. Every single door they encountered, he held open. He had pulled her chair out at the restaurant and brought her flowers when he picked her up. And the kiss when he had dropped her at home had been euphoric. Her cheeks were still flushed, and her heart continues to race now, a full half hour later as she lay in her bed with thoughts of James and his large, gentle hands tangling in her hair. Her fingers found her lips and touched where he had kissed her. How she had wanted more but, also, wanted to savour the waiting. To built up to the moment where she felt his hands on her body, to when she would have a chance to run her fingers up the length of his spine.

[MF] The time Sally used me for her fantasy after I lost a bet (long)

There’s always those moments in the first weeks or months of a relationship when you’re comfortable enough to let each other deep into your sexual psyche and begin to really explore your kinks and fantasies together. Sometimes it happens gradually. Sometimes it’s like a sudden awakening. This was an occasion in the first weeks of my relationship with Sally, when we entered a whole new plateau of sex that unlocked a Pandora’s box of kinks.

We were a college couple. Sally, was a beautiful girl of 24, with long brown hair that she rarely tied up, slim, and tall, with huge tits for her frame. I was tall, with slim brown hair, no Adonis, but probably not bad either. It was in the first few weeks of the relationship, when we’d reached a happy balance of spending several evenings at each other’s place, drinking wine, playing games or watching films, and fucking like animals.

One night we were spending the evening together at her college room. We’d just discovered a shared passion for a card game – I knew it as spit, she as slam – which depended on speed. We were both competitive, but this time, after I’d won two games in a row, Sally looked dejected, pouted briefly, then looked at me with a glint in her eye and asked if I wanted to “make it interesting.”