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A Lesson In Oral Sex, Against Impossible Odds – “Knitting” [MF]

Show me a man who doesn’t give oral, and I’ll show you how to steal his girl.

To say that I’m a fan of oral sex is the understatement of the century. Short of the judicious application of power tools, I have never known anything that would drive a woman to orgasm so powerfully, reliably, and repeatedly.

As Robin Williams taught us “Bring a lunch, stay for the day.”

I was living in the city of Kalamazoo at the time. Yes, it’s a real place, no you don’t actually want to visit. Kalamazoo is a great place to be from, and there’s a long list of reasons that the majority of people who live there only do it for a few years.

But if you have to suffer, there’s no reason not to do it in style. It’s a college town and I was living on Stanwood street in the heart of the student ghetto. I had a small liberal arts college off the end of my driveway, an old state university at the other end of the block, and hot and cold running pussy abound at all times of day and night. The women of Kalamazoo were beautiful, plentiful, and even if you couldn’t find Miss Right, you could certainly find Miss Right Now. Read more »

Eclipsys [M/F]

Her day was long but it was almost over. It was the second day of a 3-day conference, given by an Atlanta-based software vendor contracted by her employer. The conference consisted of interesting lectures, power-networking and dinner with boisterous, intoxicated coworkers. She really looked forward to returning to her hotel suite for a hot shower, cool bed linens and a good book.

Settling under the plush down comforter, she shared her attention between the book she had in her hands, and the news on TV. Suddenly, she heard a soft knock on the door. It was very late, but she wasn’t too concerned. After dinner this evening, she suspected that one particular person would be paying her a visit tonight.

She looked through the door’s peephole to see him standing across the hall. Tall, athletically-built, bronzed, devilishly- handsome and Italian-American. He was leaning back onto the wall, with his legs crossed at his ankles and his hands in the pockets of his slacks. His warm whiskey-brown gaze stared into her own eyes, even through the peephole.

She opened the door partially, only exposing her face to him.

“Hey,” he said in soft husky voice. Read more »

Moved in with hot Aunt. Part 6 (M/F)

[Intro & Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/fxn07q/moved_in_with_hot_aunt_got_a_hand_job_hoping_for/)

[Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/fxvmi4/moved_in_with_hot_aunt_part_2_mf/)

[Part 3](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/fy7xvx/moved_in_with_my_hot_aunt_part_3_mf_quick_tit_fuck/)

[Part 4](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/fyg2zh/moved_in_with_hot_aunt_part_4_mf/)

[Part 5](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/fzaqf9/moved_in_with_hot_aunt_part_5_mf/)

After that fucking legendary Sunday, it seemed like the flood gates had opened. It started with the next night. It didn’t matter that I came home after midnight. As soon as I was about to fall asleep, my aunt crept in. We have to be absolutely quiet!” She whispered loudly. “We cannot let Melisssa find out about us. That would destroy her.”

I knew what she meant. We’ve had too many close calls, and Melissa was really starting to like me more. As we started working together last week, we were able to bond. The job was tedious, but Melissa made it all better. She was so lively even though I was doing my best not to lead her on I would regularly ‘forget’ and just had a perfect time with her. I had really grown to enjoy my time with Melissa, and I could tell she did too. It was so hard not kissing her when we were clearly alone, very playful restocking or in the back counting inventory. So many chances I had to slip by. But this was why I stayed on the straight and narrow. Read more »

Swim Class | [Teacher/Student, age gap, anticipation] Part 1

If there was one activity that was unpleasant for all parties involved in a high school gym class, it was most certainly Swim class. And for Alexander Malinov it was even more unpleasant, because not only did he have to coach pimply teenagers on how not to drown, he had the incessant cloak of failure hanging over him as he did it. The thirty-two-year old had somehow, unwillingly, found himself glued into the role of teaching teenagers how to practice safe sex and forcing them to run the Fitness Gram Pacer Test at 6am. Naturally, he was hated by the majority of the student population. Due to his otherwise lack of real professional education, he found it difficult to find common ground with the majority of his colleagues, too. And, truthfully, he couldn’t blame the students. He knew if the roles were reversed, and some unsuccessful bodybuilder spent several hours a day forcing him to run and then repeated it like a stuck record that he should use condoms, he would hate the son of a bitch too. Read more »

Sometimes I [F]19 like to flash older guys if I catch them looking

It started last week when I was on quiet train one morning. I normally like to dress as sexy as I can and love it when people stare as I walk by and today was no exception.

I was wearing this new skirt that was even shorter than I realised when I bought it along with some cute red lace panties. I got on the train and sat down and this was when I realised just how short this skirt was, it didn’t look too bad when I was stood up, but as soon as I sat down I felt like everything was on show. At first I got embarrassed and tried my best to hide it as much as possible. I thought I’d hidden it pretty well and started scrolling through Instagram on my phone. Read more »

Dinner

It all started one blazing July day. Bryant was just leaving from a long day of work. Bryant was not your typical 30 year old black male. He worked hard and was always in the mindset of trying to improve himself skills wise. He was raised with a strong family backing and influence. He stood about 6’1, Average build, caramel complexion, taper fade, both ears pierced, a tattoo on his right arm of a dragon that looked like it was ready to pounce on and maul anyone that threatened his master right under it read the words “Last Of A Dying Breed”, and on his other arm he had a tattoo of his mother/daughter and grandmother’s names in a rose. He approached his car when suddenly he felt something stick him in his back.

“What the fuck,” he said.

“Shut the fuck up,” a distorted voice said.

He quickly obliged not knowing whether he was in danger suddenly he felt his assailant patting him down.

“Excuse me, but can you tell me what’s going on,” he said trying his best not to anger his mystery assailant. He felt a quick slap against his head. Read more »

A Perfect Fit [M/F] [EXH, Prostitution]

I guarantee that if you read until the end, you’ll be satisfied. It’s pretty short. Be gentle!

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**A Perfect Match**

Lauren drank–heavily.

She shifted uncomfortably in her brilliant yellow micro-dress. Was she really going to do this? Lauren hadn’t provided services to clients since her time in university. She shimmied the slithery fabric down her length and tried not to flash the whole of the bar in the process.

Beside her, a hologram virtualized and a Japanese businessman in dapper business attire materialized. He began joking with the man sitting two seats to her left.

“I’m sorry,” she interrupted, “this seat’s taken.”

The man looked at her and slight digital artifacts showed up as tiny boxes on his face as he turned. He laughed, his portley face trembling slightly, before turning back to his business partner.

“Fine,” she grunted.

Lauren Ortiz shook her head and shifted over directly into the hologram. She seated herself within his body. The man objected in Japanese and waved for her to leave, but she sat surrounded by the blinding three-dimensional projected brightness as she sipped her orange juice and vodka. It was a triple, and more vodka than juice, but she would need it if she was to go through with it. Read more »

Against The Shower Wall [MF]

With a smile she took my hand and led me into the shower. She turned to face me as the warm water started cascading down our bodies, but I kept walking. Taking both her hands and holding them tight behind her back I pushed her up against the wall as we kissed.

I kept her firmly against the wall with the weight of my body as I released her wrists and my hands began to explore her body, one moving up and one moving down.

My left stroked up her side, nails lightly digging into her soft, tanned skin. I cupped her breasts before sliding along her collar and up towards her throat. My right drifted down, drawing shapes on the soft skin on her stomach.

My right hard started to tighten around her throat as my left began to brush gently over her clit. I looked deep into her big, brown eyes and smiled as my grip increased and two fingers gently slid inside her.

Those pretty eyes got wider as I began to stroke deeper and squeeze tighter. She tried to stay quiet but couldn’t prevent breathless moans escaping her mouth or the convulsions that sweep through her body. Read more »