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[FM] My [18F] first time having someone [22M] fuck me with a strap on [trans]

[I hate writing notes at the beginning of stories, but this one is important. Before you write a transphobic comment questioning or joking about Ben’s gender – don’t. Just don’t. Trans men are men. Trans women are women. Transphobia and/or fetishization will not be tolerated in the comments. I’ll be monitoring them closely, and I will block and report you faster than you can say “[J.K. Rowling](https://www.thetrevorproject.org/2020/06/08/daniel-radcliffe-responds-to-j-k-rowlings-tweets-on-gender-identity/).” Happy to answer questions if they are politely phrased and coming from a place of genuine curiosity, but you have to remember that I am not trans, and I am not representing the trans community. [Here](https://www.thetrevorproject.org/resources/trevor-support-center/a-guide-to-being-an-ally-to-transgender-and-nonbinary-youth/) is a good introduction to being an ally to trans and nonbinary people. Enjoy the story!]

From the moment I met Ben, I thought he was hot as fuck. He wasn’t much taller than I was, but he oozed confidence with every smile. It helped that he always dressed like a French author on a jaunt on the Riviera and generally looked as if he belonged in a black and white film with a cigarette dangling from his lips and a typewriter in front of him. His short blond hair was always coifed, his scruff impeccably trimmed. I wanted to cut my lips on his jawline. Read more »

Beneath The Mask – A short story about discovering a nerdy camgirl’s secret [MF][Femdom][Cosplay][Persona5]

I tapped a button on my laptop, then swung my head in time with the music that began to play in response. A soundtrack from my favourite game, and I hummed along, singing to myself as I clicked fire from the hob and poured oil into a wok.

*Where have you been~ Been searching all along~*

I flipped over the bowl of chopped vegetables, dumping them straight into the pan. Sizzling filled the air, along with the smell of onions, peppers and garlic. I tossed the mixture, let it settle, repeated the process until everything browned. A dash of soy sauce, a splash of sherry; the sizzle became a bubble, the smell more complex. Perfect.

“Jake!” I screamed. “Dinner!”

He didn’t reply, so I turned down the heat, drained the noodles and set off upstairs. Jake had been quiet of late. To tell the truth, I’d barely seen him. Not that we knew each other well, we’d only been living together for a month. He liked sports, running around, outdoorsy things; I liked videogames and sewing. As far as I knew the only things we shared were financial troubles and a need for a new housemate. Even so, I’d noticed that as of a week ago he’d started spending more time alone in his room. Cramming, maybe. Or an internet girlfriend. No reason to miss dinner. Read more »

The Island – Part Eleven – MMF, Bi, Cum, Anal, Bareback, ATM

(As always, please pardon the grammar errors, it was written on my phone. I encourage my readers to review past chapters to experience the build-up and full intimacy of this moment.)

Scott woke up a jolt, the flood of excitement washing over him. Today was the day. In the last few months, Scott had enjoyed nearly every conceivable form of sexual pleasure and submission, except one. Ever since the moment he’d watched Paul’s hard cock slowly enter Rachel’s pussy lips and watched her belly rise, Scott had wanted to experience it himself.

Paul recognized this desire in Scott, and frequently ordered Scott to ride a lifelike dildo modeled on Paul’s own cock while he watched his wife get fucked. Although the dildo was anatomically similar, with veins and a big soft head, it lacked the heat and power of the real thing. As a good little cocksucker, Scott knew that fact all too well.

Frequently, during Rachel and Paul’s date nights, Scott was relegated to under the table, his face buried in Paul’s crotch as he worked every inch of the cock with his tongue and throat. Rachel was a great teacher, lovingly showing Scott how to use his tongue to elicit that most explosive of reactions: ten ropes of warm cum in the back of your waiting throat. Read more »

Across the Courtyard – Part 2 (FM)

[Link to Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/hs04nw/across_the_courtyard_part_1_fm/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x)

Let me know if you have any feedback. Hoping to get Part 3 out sometime next week. Enjoy!

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Her brown eyes were penetrating, framed by her curly hair, she didn’t take her gaze off of me and neither could I mine off hers. My hands rubbed along her bare thighs, wanting to take in as much of her as I could, moving them back to her ass. Squeezing I could feel how firm her ass was, I could feel her muscles flexing through my hands and began moving on to position my hands on Chelsea’s hips. I could feel her energy pulsing through her as she lifted up and then came crashing down onto me. I couldn’t help but admire her bare beautiful body as she rocked back and forth against me, my cock deep inside of her. I reached my head up to suck on her nipples but was pushed back down by her as she took control of me. I could feel the heat from her body, hitting my chest and warming every part of me. Never losing focus of her I could see her as she stared into me with an animalistic desire. Her hair was bouncing around her, she began to bite her lip as she rolled back, allowing me to see all the way from her pelvis, up her toned and flat stomach, up to her breasts, shaking with each thrust down. Perfectly shaped and hungry for attention. I could see beads of sweat coming from her neckline. I could feel her taking every part of me into her. I wanted to flip her around and have my way with her but I was not in control. She pulled herself back in tight against me, looking at me with those beautiful brown eyes and demanded of me, “Cum inside of me!” Read more »

[MF] Lost My Virginity on the Rail Trail

*names have been changed to protect the guilty. This is my first time writing anything really erotic, so let me know if I should keep doing it!

The year was 2012, eight years ago to the day. Her name was Katie, and mine is Mark. This was the summer before we all went off to college, We were both 18, both young and horny and dumb, and had a little too much free time.

I had worked at the local boxing gym a couple days a week, teaching little kids classes, really more of a babysitting job than anything that will help them one day in a fight. Usually, the parents would sit on benches off to the side of the room, to watch their kids and maybe intervene if someone was a little punchy. It was there when I saw her for the first time.

Katie – not really tall but not really short, 5’7″, blonde, not her real hair color but not badly done, and blessed with what I would later learn were 34Ds, enormous on her tight body. She was wearing a tight, navy, short sleeve shirt with a few buttons undone. It only did her favors, and try as I might, I kept finding my eyes drifting in her direction throughout the class. Read more »

Forced to Match the Movements [FFM, predicament, machine]

Esma was always insatiable after a big night out. As the yellow of the sun began to pierce through the gaps in the curtains, both girls came-to gently. Fuzzy memories of the night before danced around their blurry minds, the taste of tequila still dark on their tongues. It wasn’t long before Ashley spotted the wicked look in Esma’s eye.

Last night they crashed as soon as they got home, they never really had drunk sex – despite how horny Ashley would get when buzzed – because Esma was always too sleepy. On the other hand, Esma loved hungover morning sex and was already letting her hands roam Ashley’s incredible figure through the thin silky pajamas. She ran her dainty fingers up Ashley’s taut stomach up to the swelling orbs of her chest, gently tracing her fingers over the hardening nipples. Another hand groped Ashley’s ripe little ass, trailing down the spongy soft skin of her slender legs.

Ashley’s skin was pale and creamy, lightly dusted with tiny freckles. The most concentrated freckles were across her nose, trailing to those irresistible pillowy cheeks. She was adorable. How could someone be so cute in their mid-twenties? Esma was always struck but how beautiful her partner was. Those shimmering blue eyes, and her dirty blonde hair, combined with her sizable tits and sensational figure – it was a dangerous combination. Read more »

[MF] How My Childhood Fantasy Came True This Summer

I’ve never been the type to overly express my feelings.

I always thought it was cringe-worthy, unless I was expressing anger.

It took me 18 years to stop lying to myself, believing the world was wrong

and unfair, and to finally realize it was me who wasn’t prepared to deal with

life in my childhood and teenage years – which was, I believe, partly caused by

my parents who themselves gave up on educating me about life early on.

Hell, they really did not invest time in me now when I roll back a few decades ago.

In fact, no one special really ever did, except two people – my grandmother, and Sonya.

I remember Sonya as far as when I was around five years old. At that time, which was around 2000,

she got married with Michael who lived in his parents’ house two houses away from mine,

and his parents, now deceased, were a filthy rich, elderly couple – a very sophisticated family indeed. Read more »

Tim discovers his step sister’s secret part 8

Part 8, The Ride

Timothy was dreaming, a hot sexual romp with Alexa, god, she’d done everything his fevered imagination could think of.Oh if only, his mind whispered. He felt sleep breaking up, and as the dream started to fade, he felt his prick, hard as iron, needing to get the relief his hand had to offer. Before he could reach down, he felt a tight, wet sliding ring take him in, a gasp and a purr of pleasure as his cock was swallowed up to the balls.

Tim shook off the dregs of sleep, and came fully awake. He stared in wonder at the sight of Alexa, she was totally nude, squatting over him with his morning hard wood buried deep inside her. She smiled as she saw his horny wakefulness chase away sleep.

“Good morning Tim, when I saw how stiff and hard your morning hard-on was, I thought this would be the best way to wake you!”

Tim’s mind registered, not just a dream, it was all true, everything they’d done, and here she was, ready for more. He threw out the dream, the sight of Alexa in real life, totally naked, and very horny, perched on his prick buried to the balls, really brought him up to full, horny need. Read more »