My ideal bi MMF some day in Dublin or London (Fiction) [Bi][MMF]

Hi there, many thanks for reading!

I’ve been on the scene for a number of years and enjoy meeting interesting and adventurous straight, bicurious and bisexual couples and women who are non-pushy and looking to enjoy fun and sensuous adventures. I live in both London and Dublin.

I try to meet couples and women who are easy-going and enjoy how to have open minded sensual fun. I understand completely that each couple have their own boundaries and always respect them. I’m always happy to meet with people beforehand if they wish, in order to relax – and hopefully create a fun and shared common bond. Equally I am confident enough for those who just wish to dive right in.

Throughout my life my fantasies and desires have changed as I’ve gradually fulfilled them and have found myself with new ones – so feel free to ask me what they are right now.

I’m the kinkiest person alive and very open minded, have also done quite a lot (bi, mmf, dp, fetish, leather, latex, crossdress, strapons, s&m, cuckolding, dom/sub/switch, clubs.

I take an approach to life that everything should be tried at some stage – and tried more than once to ensure I got the right opinion! :)

Getting dirty after cleaning up at a festival [MF], [hookup], [oral], [rimming]

The other day, a friend and I was talking about whether the ongoing quarantine will have any lasting effect on the younger generation´s hookup culture, which led to us to reminisce about our own chance encounters and random hookup from our younger days (i am in my middle thirties now).

One such memory occurred when I was in my early 20s, visiting the Roskilde Festival here in Denmark. For those of you who don´t know it, Roskilde Festival has a large camping area surrounding the festival site, and for me, partying in the camping area has always been at least as important than the music.

One morning, or rather one day at noon, I was getting up after a night of intense partying, and thought it would be a good time to visit the communal showers on site to clear up. I still felt lightheaded after a night, that had only left me with unclear memories about what had happened. One thing was clear though – I had been somewhere with a lot of glitter, as I was more or less covered from top to toe.

[M]y eventful business road trip / meeting with a Colleague [F]

Whilst the more off than on thing I had with Jane was ongoing, I was still working pretty hard.

I was a senior consultant at where I worked, which usually means travel time to customer sites. Sometimes it’s useful, sometimes it has to be done to make sure the customer is happy and “feeling the love”.

Anyway, a new member of the team had started, Michelle. Michelle was 5ft 6, brunette hair, nice long legs, a (UK) size 10, aged about 28, what I describe as goldilock tits (not to big, not too small , but just right), immaculately dressed and always very well presented, cut glass english accent (she was from kent).

She joined the team, and was desperate to make a good impression, nothing was too much work or effort. She was introduced to the team, and I booked in a 1:1 with her for a few days later to see what she wanted to pick up first.

The day comes, I take her to Pret for a coffee and sit down out of the office. I can see plenty of heads turning as we walk past. We manage to find a table away from the noise, and start off with the usual small talk. Since she’s clearly not from Leeds, I ask what she is doing up here and where is she living.

Reconnected with a former school bully [FM]

Hi, I hope everyone’s doing ok ❤️.

I’m a trans girl, one year on hormones. Before hormones, I was always small, feminine, and sensitive, so I got bullied a fair amount, with guys calling me gay. Ironically, I was completely straight. In any event, there was this group of guys who would torment me a lot in middle school. Even then, I was smaller than the other guys, so they’d take my lunch and make fun of my inability to stop them. One of them was named Pablo. They were all muscular, and tall, especially compared to me. I vividly remember how much I hated and feared them.

Fast forward to a few weeks ago. I’m one year on hormones, and my sexuality has completely shifted. Whereas I used to be exclusively into girls, I’m only into men, and really only into macho alpha males types. It’s been really bad the past two months.

I’ve been very fortunate that I’ve always had low T levels, so a few months ago I started being able to pass more consistently. I started using dating apps to connect with guys, and I even hooked up with a guy a few times before the quarantine.

The Estate: Part III – The Cottage Continued [MF][Cuckold][Cuckquean][FemDom]

[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)

Chapter Six

My husband, the Roman, remained still on the bed; his cum slowly drying on his toned lower abdomen. When Katarina and I reached the bottom of the staircase, I started to talk with giddy excitement. Katarina quickly placed her index finger to my lips and gestured to the door.

The two of us walked into the Cottage’s courtyard and to a shabby wrought-iron garden table. We sat cater-corner on the set’s teal blue chairs. Neither of us spoke for a good three minutes as we absorbed the afternoon sun.

“I think he enjoyed himself.” Katarina said. “You can stop feeling guilty now.”

“Yes … yes, I think he did.” I replied. “And I’m going to make him pay for that.” I carried on in slight laughter.

I felt eternally grateful for Katarina welcoming me into this world and for arranging this opportunity. On our walk the other day, she had explained to me the lengthy process she normally takes to vet her guests. There were several things she required before a guest could attend one of her events. None of which she had asked of me.

[MF] Just a Walk in the Park

I met her online, tall, blonde, blue-green eyes, worked in a gym and I was hoping she’d show me her hard work.

I remember her walking to me in a tub-top, thinking she’s gonna spill out. Hoping. Her nipple piercings peaking through I couldn’t help but smile. Each step towards me echoed in my mind. It echoed because her beauty emptied it. All I could think of was how she tasted.

When we met, my balls & charm took over, leaving my hollowed brain behind. I don’t remember what was said, I couldn’t even remember dinner. All I remember was after dinner we walked another park.

It was a summer dusk, the park overlooked the water. The chill breeze greeted by the sun soaked pavement. We had every reason to stay & enjoy the weather.

I remember her walking a step ahead of me; there wasn’t any jiggle in that step. Her body was rock hard. Her determination only made me more determined to get a taste. As we walked & bonded I had my moment and took it.

Sexy Knights

Chapter 1

I guess it would have been nice to live through this story. Oh well. Want to hear it?

So there I was, facing down an ugly dragon spawn. They really are ugly, like human babies. Wrinkled, smelly, and temperamental. This bastard was going to kill my damsel in distress. You know how hard it is to find a good damsel? I was not going to have to use another temp agency damn it! This one would make it out alive!

The fifteen foot tail whipped around like a caged tiger and I was super lucky that they had reduced the armor at my stomach and shoulders. My upper chest was covered, my vital organs behind high grade mithril. The shield I had was engineered for dragon combat, only really designed to shed flames and blunt glancing blows. There was a really cool temporary water spell that would discharge upon dragon breath. It had two charges and I hoped it would be enough to get around this fat chubby girl. I mean dragon.

Blessed to have experienced the world’s greatest blowjob [MF]

The day started like any summer Sunday, wake up, catch up with friends, plan a few beers for the afternoon and cast a few lures to the list of girls that might bite.

I’d been texting Sarah on and off for a while. I knew her through friends and had hung out in groups a little bit. She was short, curvy in the right places with a pretty smile and great tits. We’d had a few nights out together and she ended up in my bed once at around 3am but was so drunk she passed out with her clothes on.

So I sent her a message – “want to come around for a wine this afternoon?” She bit back straight away “see you at 3”. Wow! This was going to be the first time hanging out one-on-one.

Sarah arrived with a bottle of white and we sat down in the afternoon sun and talked some shit. We had a few drinks and it was clear there was sexual tension in the air – she wasn’t here just for small talk. I suggest we go check out my bedroom, which was a bit weird given it was still daytime, but she replied “let’s go”.

The night I spent as my girlfriend’s service sub [MF] [Long]

_This is a little long — ctrl+f “START SCENE” if you want to skip the intro!_

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It started with trying to suck my girlfriend’s toes.

I’d picked up toe-sucking from an experience with a different play partner last fall, and wanted to do the same to my girlfriend. But her feet are super ticklish, and she’d warned that if I tried she was likely to kick me in the face — not even as a threat, but just as an honest assessment of what her body’s reflex was likely to be. I’d bring it up periodically to re-gauge her interest, and each time she’d be a little more curious but not yet ready to try it. I wouldn’t describe myself as being particularly into feet; I mostly just wanted to share how interesting the sensations were with her! (Seriously though, if you haven’t had your big toe sucked like someone would suck a dick, you’re missing out.)

Misguided Wish

“Finally, I’ve found it!” After decades of searching I had uncovered the item at the center of so many stories, the genie’s lamp. It looked a little plain, but when I put my hands on it my flesh tingled, and my heart fluttered.

I had thought long and hard about my wishes, having so much time in my seemingly endless search. Unfortunately my first would have to be wasted undoing the damage of time. Most even simple tasks have become difficult in my seasoned age. Perhaps I could go with the hands of time being turned back? But then I run the risk of losing the genie, some of them are tricky…

My other wishes are for financial prosperity, and physical prowess. The wording has been worked out over the years, but both will have to wait for the first to be granted. I have to see what damage is done by the first. Who knows what treachery this genie is capable of? Or maybe he’ll be kind? Just helpful to the one who released him from his lamp. Sure… One way to find out, time to rub that lamp.