[FM] I [22F] left a blind date with a “nice boy” to have hot sex with the “bad boy” bartender [31M]

When I graduated from college, I moved to a city a few hours from my hometown that has a thriving Jewish population. I love my heritage, but it has never been a top priority of mine to find a community of Jewish young adults around my age. One of my best friends from high school, Naomi, is also Jewish, and, from the moment I unpacked my last box, she kept trying to set me up with her cousin who lived a short subway ride away. “He’s such a nice guy,” she kept insisting, “all he needs is somebody to give him a chance!”

To me, that was code for “my cousin has no idea how to talk to women, and I figured you’d be nice to him.” I wasn’t against going on a couple dates with some NJBs (“Nice Jewish Boys” for the uninitiated), but I just wanted to meet new people, and I definitely didn’t want to settle down. Jewish men are awesome, amazing, inspiring, sensational, but they had a tendency in those days to put me in the marriage zone. I was generally not somebody they casually dated or hooked up with — something about the size of my tits and my responsible life choices meant that I was the person they could see bearing their children and buying a nice home with in the suburbs. And, being 22 and a total commitmentphobe, I was Not Down.

[MF] Swallowing my Tinder date’s cum for the very first time.

This happened about twelve months ago. Little bit of backstory but I’ve tried to cut it down as much as possible, skip to * if you just want the filthy bit ;) Names changed for obvious reasons.

I’d been on Tinder on and off for about three months. Mostly I’d talk to people for a couple of weeks, then things would trail off and the cycle would start again. One night I was swiping away and I paused on this guy’s profile. We’ll call him James. James was tall and had a cute face, but there wasn’t much in his bio that made me think we’d have anything in common. If I’m being totally honest, other than the fact he was tall, nothing about him was my type. But for whatever reason, after deliberating for a minute or so, I thought “fuck it” and I swiped right.

Seeing as this is an erotic stories sub, I’ll skip the minor details. Despite my initial hesitations, we actually ended up having a lot in common and had the same sense of humour. So basically, to cut a long story short, after a few months of speaking we decided to meet up. I would never normally invite someone round to my house without having met them in a public place first, but I’d been speaking to him for a while now and I had his other social medias so I knew he was who he said he was.

Hot for Teacher [FF, Fdom, NC, MC] (part 9, final-part)

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**Conclusion**

It had been almost a week since Michelle had been brought to Lisa’s for training on how to be the perfect lesbian lover and while the young school teacher had been forced to have non-consensual sex: drugged, blackmailed, and dominated by other women, she now embraced this transition in her life. It was almost as if the Michelle who existed before last Friday was gone and a new version simply took her place.

Michelle would never be able to adequately convey the new feelings she had or share with others the profound change in her life, but she knew it was as if a light were shown for the very first time that removed any darkness. Her life had become clear and she knew exactly what she really wanted – not what others had told her she should expect and be content with.

She had tasted of the fruit and now she wanted to devour and savor its essence. Kim had shared with Chel that neither she nor Lisa had ever drugged another woman before. Lisa much preferred the art of seduction but that time demanded it and they knew Chel would be resistant to embracing the change she needed in her life.

The hot chick [F] I [F] hooked up with when I was a stripper

For as long as I can remember I have had an exibitionist streak. When I was in highschool I wanted to be a stripper because I loved the idea of men watching me dance naked and take my clothes off, and the fact that I could make a lot of money on top of that was like a dream come true to me. And if it matters to you, I grew up in upper-middle class suburbia, I was not hurting for money or wanting for anything. I got straight A’s, was in Advanced Placement classes, and was going to the University of California, Santa Barbara after graduation. I did not need to strip to survive, it was purely the thrill of it that enticed me. As soon as I turned 18 I cut class and drove up to San Francisco and went to one of the nude strip clubs on Broadway called Centerfolds and went inside and asked them what I had to do to start dancing there. They said I’d need to come in and audition on amateur night (I came to find out later that “auditioning” at a strip club is a joke, they never turn girls away, at least not to my knowledge). At this point, I really couldn’t have realistically worked at a strip club, I was living with my parents, who were pretty strict, there was no way I’d be able to pull off three nights a week at a strip club, but I was just scratching an itch by going in there and inquiring. 

I [f21] broke my dry spell with an old flame [m23] [mf]

So it’s been several months since I had sex, due to corona virus lockdown and finally now that restrictions have been lifted I was able to get some.

This happened a few days ago on a friday night. So at about 11pm I got a text from an old one night stand from about a year ago. His name was Liam. We kept in touch on social media and he had in the past tired to booty call me again and sent a few unsolicited dick pictures, but we were just never both available to hook up at the same time.

So he texted me and there was some small talk about how we had both been doing during quarantine and eventually he suggested I come over so we could hook up.

So I got up, shaved my legs and trimmed my pussy hair so it was cute, put on some matching underwear and drove round to his house.

I was so exited when I saw him. Liam is about 6ft 4, with dark curly hair and nice jaw/cheek bones. Just a very classic tall, dark and handsome.

Tennis Shoes Girl [baited, semi-consent, fiction, age-gap]

My apartment building is an old hotel with a staircase that goes up eight stories. It takes a few minutes to walk the whole thing, which I like to do instead of taking the elevator.

Each flight is a little too tall between landings, and a couple of times, in the hot months of the summer, I’ve encountered a woman in a skirt coming down while I was going up. Both times, I could tell that they felt unexpectedly exposed. They would squeeze their thighs together and shuffle as quickly past me as possible. Me being 6’4”, 215 pounds, athletic and very not-white, it’s not a totally unexpected reaction. And I’m not proud to say that I get a twinge of satisfaction when small women get a little tense around me. Lucky for me, I’m also very handsome, and have a deep, kind voice – so a smile and a “hey” usually puts them at ease. A little.

[F] ingered by my boyfriend under the table in a bar

Alfie and I have always had a very fulfilling sex life. We’re always trying new things and we’re very compatible in the bedroom… and sometimes outside it.

On Friday’s Alfie usually goes out with a few friends to the nearby bar. Occasionally I miss him but I do think that it’s important we both have our own space and don’t suffocate each other too much. Whilst he’s out I have a little me time and just relax or go out with my own friends. He doesn’t stay out too late and never comes home too drunk to fuck me to sleep.

It was about nine when the doorbell rang and I was met with a familiar face, George. Even though his flirty banter and clingy nature irritates me slightly, George is a nice guy and I know how close he is with Alfie. As I normally do, I invited George in and directed him to the living room where Alfie was sprawled out on the couch watching some sports channel. I waited outside for a minute, listening to their small talk. I’ve always found male friendships so odd. There’s not usually in depth conversations or talk about feelings, just sports.

Subliminal Broadcaster 2000 Pt. 3 [Hypnosis, Anal, Orgy, Toys]

(This story is inspired by CryptoKnight’s excerpts on Literotica. You can find the first two stories [here](https://www.literotica.com/s/subliminal-broadcaster-2000?page=2) and [here](https://www.literotica.com/s/subliminal-broadcaster-2000-ch-02).Thanks for reading!)

Andy woke up naked to the warm sensation of lips closing around his cock. He opened his eyes and saw Michelle Fowler’s bald head bobbing up and down on his crotch. Her chains rattled as she worked to jerk him off, desperately craving her morning cum.

It wasn’t just the two of them in bed. Blindfolded and gagged next to Andy was Theresa Herman, the blonde highschool senior from down the block. She still wore her stained cheerleader’s outfit, the set she had on when Andy picked her up from practice.

“Wow Mr. McGregor, those inspirational disks you gave me were amazing! They really helped me overcome my pregame jitters.” Andy knew his tapes were successful when Theresa bent over to put her backpack in the trunk, revealing her lack of panties.

His invention, the SB “Subliminal Broadcaster” 2000, broadcasted at a frequency just barely beyond human awareness. The messages were too low to be heard consciously, but they would assail themselves strongly on the subconscious level. After listening to the innocent CDs, the subject believed that the messages being broadcast by the SB 2000 were his or her own thoughts.

My Husband Tried to Impregnate Me In The Lord’s House [MF]

About 3 years ago (so F25 M27 at the time), before we had kids, my parents invited us to church.

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DISCLAIMER: This story has a LOT of buildup—and I’m sorry for that. But for those that have read my stories, you know that they are a bit on the longer side. Plus, I just got so turned on thinking about this before writing it that I knew I had to include as much description as possible. If you want to skip straight to the sex, scroll down to the “****************.”

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Now, because this was three years ago, you should know that I looked a little different. My C cups were perky B cups, and I didn’t have any of this pesky pregnancy weight (can I get a Hallelujah?).

Leveling Up [Chapter 3]

In my first day of hooking up, I only got 1 woman. Her breasts were huge. Her breasts were each at the size of a parking structure. Her colossal sized tits were great but her ass was something else. That ass was so big it rivaled some of New York’s tallest buildings. We arrived at a supersized love hotel that way we could have some “fun”. Little did she know, this would be her last fuck ever.

~At the Love Hotel~