My Wifes Night Out [Group]

*Comments and feedback welcome as always looking to improve my writing. Enjoy!*

“Fuck, bollocks.” I said out loud to myself as my phone rang. I picked it up and saw it was from Julie, my wife. The time was only just after 12 and I wasn’t expecting to hear from her till much later. Still holding the phone I turned the sound down on my laptop and answered the phone with the one hand, my other still stroking my cock as I watched the porn in front of me.

“Hi darling, what’s the matter.”

“Nothing’s wrong, I’m just ready to come home.”

“Ok if you’re sure you’re ok. I can pick you up in about twenty minutes; I’ll text when I’m outside.”

“That’s great, see you soon.”

I was a bit confused, Julie was out on a mini hen night for a girl from work who was finishing up that day and getting married the next week. They’d had a full weekend away a few weeks ago and although I wasn’t given any details it was apparently wild. That’s why I was so surprised; Julie loved her nights out and would never normally come home early.

[M]et two [F]emales in one day

Had a first date scheduled with a girl named Amanda. She was 19 years old, I’m in my early 30s at the time. I expressed some initial concern about our ages, and she said that age was just a number, like any good girl would do. I further explained that I wasn’t necessarily looking for anything serious, but I could potentially be open to it if we had the right chemistry. She said she’d be up for meeting and finding out. We had some shared interests, both liked the same music, enjoyed food, and she wanted to get more into hiking in the northeast seeing as she was originally from the south.

I didn’t get a particularly strong hookup vibe, and thought that I’d take her out for a meal and go from there. Cute girl, could be fun! She was unable to tell me exactly when she would be available, but we had tentative plans to meet up on a Saturday. She said she would let me know.

A day in the life of a slave and her Master [bdsm] [OC] [Mf]

*The desperation not just to please and serve, but to lower herself, to revel in performing something so denigrating, wanting, needing to shed her dignity and be consumed by the power of her owner, to crawl into the shadow of his looming presence while shrinking herself to nothing, just becoming a frenzied vessel of worship, striving to physically place her face, the part of her body that makes her a unique, valued being, in and under and smothered by the least desirable, least clean, least acceptable part of his body.* — My Master

My Master directed me to explore my mindset, an intelligent woman who is driven to serve, to be His lowly object, a perfect but simple tool, needing to be used, degraded, demeaned, humiliated, and thereby elevated. He said to tell you your reactions to it will be considered in his assessment of my story’s worthiness and my ultimate reward or punishment. So I do hope you enjoy, dear Redditors, but ultimately, of course, his pleasure or displeasure is all that matters to me.

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A video for her husband [MF]

I have such a thing for hot wives. Here’s a story about my favourite time with the first married woman I was with.

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Bent over in front of the mirror, I teased her with the tip of my cock. Stroking up and down that tight, wet, married pussy and covering the tip with her wetness.

My right hand was in her hair, grabbing a fistful and holding her head up so she could see her own reflection. Her hands were tied behind her back so I could see the sparkle of the wedding ring.

I held her phone in the other hand and filmed her, ready and waiting for me to use. I was sending the video to two people. Myself and her husband.

I filmed my long, thick cock teasing her, feeling her shake and hearing her moan, desperate to feel me. I moved the camera up and focused on her reflection. Those big eyes nice and wide and her mouth open.

“Say, ‘please’,” I growled.

“Please, Sir,” she gasped.

“You can do better than that,” I continued, as I slid just a little bit deeper inside her.

The Sucklympics Part 2 [FM, Fsub, Oral, Reluc]

//As always please comment any feedback, this section tries something different in means of perspective so I’m interested in what everyone thinks of it. I’ve still got some more of this story to tell so I’ll keep working on it but I dont promise any consistent release or narrative structure.

Her man is enormous. 8 or 9 inches Amy thinks but really he’s the full 10. She hadn’t realised that she’d have to put it in her mouth. Amy stared longingly at the impressive cock before her, then sighed and hurried over.

“Honestly I wanted to get fucked by that thing, but I guess today’s not my lucky day after all.” She winks at the man and kneels, mouth open submissively.

He quickly slides himself past her lips, but is surprised when the girl below him gags when he’s not even halfway in. She coughs and looks up at him like it’s somehow his fault. This time she moves on him, focusing on the thick head of his member. He enjoys it for a little while but inhales sharply every now and again as her teeth catch one part or other of his size. This girl couldn’t suck a dick to save her life.

I thought we were going shopping Last part (4) [OC, FF, denial]

Part three can be found [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/fxsvhd/i_thought_we_were_going_shopping_part_three_oc/).

Lisa held up the so called chastity belt and looked at it.

“How am I supposed to wear that?”

It looked like a very strange thong, however the part over the crotch was made from metal, while the strings were made from silikon.

She tried to put it on like a normal thong, but it didn’t work.

“Let me help you”, Alice offered and took the chastity cage.

Together they put Lisa in it and before she knew what was going on, Alice had snapped the lock.

“Now try touching yourself”, Alice demanded.

Lisa laid on her back, tried to push aside the chastity belt, tried sneaking her fingers under it but it all had no use.

She gave up a few minutes later and Alice giggled.

“See, I told you I would control all of them. Here is the key”, she handed Lisa the key, “you will break it in as you see fit, but after a while you will hand me the key.”

Lisa didn’t doubt that however there was a slight problem.

Ex Obsessed (21F)

First story//
Before I start, I want to point out that I believe once you love someone, you can’t fully stop. There will always be at least a small place in my heart for those I’ve given my heart to (whether I like it or not). Lately, I’ve been dreaming and just all around thinking about my most recent ex (first true love, and longest relationship). Things that go a little like this.

Story//
As I sit on my bed, making eyes at him, I can’t help but think myself into a mood. He has no idea what I’m thinking, and I know if he did, he would pounce. I would get what I want. Him.

It’s all about the subtle moves. We both sit on my bed, sitting up again the wall with our legs straight out. I don’t usually wear skirts, but I had motive. We were watching a movie he had picked. I don’t mind the movie, it just doesn’t have my attention at the moment. All I can notice is the way his jeans highlight the perfections of his body. I prefer guys with a little cushion to snuggle with. He is just beyond perfect. His feet hang off the side of the bed, as he’s freakishly tall (the kind of tall that the first thing someone says to him is something basketball related). He’s handsome, in every way. Both the “being home to your parents” way, “the kind of face you want to sit on” way, and the “perfect picture” face. And his smile drives me mad.

Met a gym partner off Reddit and found a good fuck partner too. Chapter 1 w/pics [mf]

Soo this is chapter 1. I hope y’all enjoy our slow build up because I certainly have. It’s been 2.5 months since we’ve met and taking our time to learn about each other’s desires has definitely strengthened our sexual connection. There are more visual naughtiness in our post history.

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Oh reddit- you lead me down so many adventures. I made an innocent post looking for a gym partner who lifted heavy in my city. A year later, I receive a message from him stating that he’s a certified trainer and he likes to help people reach their goals. I looked through his post history and he had a few pictures posted in r/ladyboners that showcased his perfect biceps, and abs -among other *things*. Amused by his photos, I replied that he looked amazing and it was obvious that he put a lot of painstaking effort into his body.

29 [M4F] a morning you would remember. Feedback.. how to make this better.

Waking up to a warm bed, beside me lies the definition of sleeping beauty. With messy hair and bed sheets, I see you beneath it laying naked with your beautiful curves defining the shape of the blanket. Slowly, my fingers runs on your arms and around your neck, on your skin, softer than the blanket, and what i see is a naughty little smile on your face. I turn towards your back and you facing away from me, I spoon behind you and you sense my warm breath on your cold back. You pull my arm and hold it under your arms, to avoid those fucking fingers running into places they dont want to be. I Put my leg on yours and thrust a bit towards the door of desire. *The lips between your thighs start to get warmer and can feel the heat from the monster rubbing in between your butts*. You know, what’s gonna happen, I know it too. Yet, *we remain in silence and enjoy the way its turning to.*

I fucked one of my line cooks after service on Saturday night. [MF]

First post here so be easy on me.

If you want to go straight to the fun stuff go to the ****

This happened about 3 years ago during our busy season at an upscale Italian restaurant in the Midwest.

I run restaurants for a living, I’ve been cooking since I was 15 and had worked my way up to executive chef of a few reputable establishments. If you’ve worked in the industry before you know just how cutthroat, high energy, and high tension it can be while working in close quarters with every different type of person imaginable.

I think Anthony Bourdain said it best – Few things are more beautiful to me than a bunch of thuggish, heavily tattooed line cooks moving around each other like ballerinas on a busy Saturday night. Seeing two guys who’d just as soon cut each other’s throats in their off hours moving in unison with grace and ease can be as uplifting as any chemical stimulant or organized religion.

It wasn’t just men though, every so often you’ll find a woman who thrives off of the atmosphere and adrenaline rush just like the rest of us crazy fucks. That woman, in this instance, was Brittney.