[FM] Cum in my eyes ?

It’s almost not even funny the amount of times I’ve had cum in my eye, it’s not the worst thing in the world but I swear you’re pulling stringy bits of cum out your eye for at least 12 hours afterwards. But, they’re happy so you’re happy right? WRONG. I live by this rule (with one person being an exception); don’t put their genitals in your mouth if they won’t do the same for you.

I understand the whole thrill for men cumming on a woman’s face, it’s almost territorial, very caveman-esque but it’s just so messy. And how do you know when they’re done?! I like the guys that moan because it gives you a clear indication as to when it’s safe to open your eyes or start to swallow, but the guys that don’t it’s so unclear as to when the danger zone becomes the safe zone. So you’re on the floor mouth open (because of the rule, he munched you out so it’s only fair) and it is happening, there’s cum all over your face, except in your eyes, what a result. It’s stopped. You open your eyes. POW. One last, sad, leftover bit of cum at the end straight in your eye. FANTASTIC. And the worst part is, they laugh. At least if it’s in your mouth, you can swallow it quickly and then chug some water like your Chef Ramsay rinsing your palate.

My cousin, Mara III [MF] [Cousin]

Hey guys, I’m glad to see how many people are enjoying this story. The third chapter was originally posted [here](http://www.poringa.net/posts/relatos/3457359/Mi-prima-Mara-III.html) in spanish, by “Hiphop911”. Once again, I hope you guys love it as I do, so I will keep posting the next chapters if I see you guys like it. Enjoy! :)

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It was a bright new day. The sunlight coming through my window woke me up. I had slept as good as baby, after what happened with Mara. What a great night it was with her. I felt great.

Someone was knocking my door.

* Come in

I said.

* Good morning baby, check out how great I am, I brought your breakfast to bed.

This is the right way to start the day. She made me some toasted bread with jelly and a latte. She was right, she’s great. Plus, she looked gorgeous. Her hair tied up, wearing a huge gray t-shirt, covering just below her butt. Couldn’t see if she was wearing shorts or panties.

* How did you sleep?

She cutely asked

* Great

I replied smiling and very happy

The Estate [2/2] (MMF)(Cuckold)(FF)(F)(FM)(Cuckquean)(FemDom)

[[1/2]](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/gr6jmw/first_submission_here_the_estate_12_its_a_long/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)

Chapter Eight

My stomach quickly felt hollow and started to fill with butterflies as I felt Katarina’s feminine weight pressing down. Goosebumps became evident on my bare arms as Katarina extended them up to the headboard.

“Here are the anchor points” Katarina said. The butterflies folded their wings.

“Pay attention to how I tie this.” Katarina recovered 1/4 inch black nylon rope which was anchored to the corner of the headboard. She carefully bound my left wrist with what she called an “inline single column tie.” Katarina repeated the knotting process several times before she said “now your turn.”

We switched positions. I was now straddling my instructor. I felt her slim toned abdomen between my thighs. For the first time, I noticed her small breasts. In all, she had the body of a dancer.

Katarina was incredibly patient laying beneath me. She must have coached me through forty attempts before we switched to her right arm.

“Ok I think you got it.” “Do you feel comfortable?”

I replied “yes” and shifted my weight off her chest and onto my butt.

First submission here: The Estate [1/2] Its a long read but juicy. (MMF)(Cuckold)(FF)(F)(FM)(Cuckquean)(FemDom)

Part One: The Parlor

Chapter One

One evening I opened my husband’s laptop to look up a recipe. I had just entered “Re” when the search bar autopopulated an obscure subreddit for swingers. The url was obvious enough to cause my heart to suddenly drop. Our sex life was as vanilla as it could be. My husband had never hinted at an unfulfilled desire… let alone the suggestion of swinging.

I couldn’t help myself. I clicked through the url and found that this thread was more than just a casual discussion of swinging. Rather, the thread was a sophisticated coordination for an elaborate swingers’ party in a nearby Connecticut suburb known for its affluence. It didn’t take long to find my husband’s comment. His username was anything but creative.

Where my heart had dropped before, it now ached as I read his introduction and his desire to attend stag. I couldn’t bear to read any further and abruptly closed the screen before running off to the sink.

Insatiable Slutty neighbor MILF loves first 3some [MMF] Part 1

My next door neighbor, Sheena, is a very sexy and wanton wife and mother. At first glance you might not consider her to be in the MILF category but she is one wildly fabulous fuck. Her husband, Gary, is a very straight laced conservative and doesn’t appreciate his wife’s desires, talents and skills. For this, I am glad since I am now the recipient of her lusty and nasty intentions. A while ago, Sheena and I settled into an agreement where I would take care of her private needs with her becoming my personal whore and quite a hot and wild, slutty whore she is.

One thing that makes Sheena such a terrific slut and whore is her appearance. Most of the time she appears to be a very pretty but chubby, dedicated wife and mom, but it is just a disguise to hide the “real” Sheena. When she dresses and makes herself up as a slut to be my whore, she has a way of emphasizing her dirty desires, her need for cock and the fact that she is someone’s wife and mom as well. The combined contradiction is devastatingly arousing.

Childhood friends reunion [MF]

Me and Aurora have been close friends since middle school, she was Italian but her parents moved to the US when she was only a few years old. We were best friends but lost contact going to different colleges, and, because she wasn’t on Instagram or any social network and barely used a phone or a computer it was difficult to stay in touch but we kept calling each other once every two months so I wasn’t surprised when she called me: she was supposed to tell me when to go and how to dress up for her birthday party the next day. What did surprise me was what she told: her boyfriend broke up with her a couple hours before so she didn’t feel in the mood for a party. I was shocked: they always seemed the perfect couple!
I was also a bit disappointed, this party was the occasion of seeing each other in person after almost ten years.
I must admit that not being able to meet her was what depressed me the most: back in high school I had a big crush on her and apparently time hadn’t changed that.
I decided to shoot my shot and go to her regardless of the party being cancelled; besides I had already booked a room in an hotel and the suitcase was ready, I just had to pack her gift.
The next morning I woke up early and got in the car, ready for 8 hours of driving.

Inappropriate People

He was her work buddy. They rode the elevator together and sometimes had lunch together. Ken was tall, with a baseball player type build. Nice arms, a goatee, and working man’s hands.
She was pretty. Short but not stumpy. Big, perky tits yet to be ruined by children. Straight, honey-colored blonde hair and piercing blue eyes.

Over the years they developed a friendly relationship and banter. Never anything inappropriate, they both seemed to be happily married. They’d meet in the cafeteria at lunch and talk about their favorites on Netflix and the things their spouses had done to annoy them the night before. Amelia had always found him attractive and she had caught him sneaking a look at her tits every so often.
She enjoyed their time together but they had never hung out outside of work.

It was Christmas and the annual company party was at a beautiful hotel. All the years before they’d both brought their spouses to the party but this year they were both flying solo. Since most others were there with their dates, they had sort of paired up for the night. Laughing and drinking way too much, they spent the night getting closer and closer to each other physically. And enjoying the emotional connection they had already begun to build at work.

The Estate: Part III C – The Cottage Concluded [MF][FF][Cuckquean][FemDom][Cum]

Kindly leave comments and suggestions. I am always looking to improve/ incorporate your ideas.

[Part One](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/goy94e/the_parlor_fmm/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)

[Part Two](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/gp42hi/the_parlor_part_ii_interlude/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)

[Part Three A](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/gpls57/the_estate_part_iii_the_cottage_mfff/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)

[Part Three B](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/gqqh3w/the_estate_part_iii_the_cottage_continued/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)

Chapter 11

“Walk away and you will never be liberated.” Katarina said as she calmly closed with me in the courtyard.

“Liberated?” I replied sharply. “You know what I saw when I opened that door?” … “a marionette.” “I didn’t come here to trade one master for another.”

“Look” Katarina explained. “This was necessary. You think a blowjob will absolve you of your guilt? He is holding you back. The fact that you even felt remorse for the other evening shows you are not ready for this lifestyle. Trust me on this.”

The leash tightened. “Who is she.” I inquired.

Katarina explained that she stumbled upon Jessica a few months before she met me. She had come across a Reddit post where the 25 year old confessed that she had not had sex since she was 18 and was looking for guidance.

At 19, Jessica had been nearly raped while a freshman in college. Though she fought off her attacker, she fortified herself for years and struggled with intimacy as a result.

Undiscovered Worlds: Cruise (MF )(Expansion)

I was working on this on Monday as a writing exercise, but it was so easy to write. It was so amazing.

Anyway this has some light expansion and sex. I feel like the story has more chapters to it be you d this short story.

I am going to be on Twitter [@brandedtoe](www.twitter.com/brandedtoe).

There was so much formatting issues as well so I apologize if I missed anything.

[M]y [F]irst time with my ex wife

My relationship with Kristina had been an interesting one.  We met in college when some mutual friends were actually trying to set us up with other people at a party.  We spent the evening talking and found that, at that time, we had some common interests and goals, and eventually made our way back to my house.  Since I was one of the older guys in my house I had the privilege of having my own room. That had some great benefits on this night and a few others.  When we arrived to my room I opened a few beers and we carried on talking for a while on the couch, and eventually things progressed to us kissing, and pawing at each other like teenagers.  We continued the fondling in a slow escalation with our hands over our clothes, but soon I had a hand under her sweater and felt the softness of the skin on her back, and as that happened we turned so that my back was against the back of the couch so that she was all but laying on me.  She in turn, reached down to stroke my length over my jeans, then began to fuss with my belt buckle.  Ultimately, things progressed to the point to where she started to slide off of my lap and to her feet, but not before she took hold of my shirt and pulled it over my head.  Once standing, she walked over and locked the door, turned and walked back toward the couch grabbing her beer.  She steadied herself, took a big drink, looked back at me and winked.