I’ve had a large following on social media for a few years now. I’m no influencer, nor a model by any means, though maybe someday I’d like to be. Some of you might even recognize me. It started with my older brother posting my pictures in the early teens, with him eventually asking me to take over the account as it was growing and growing with constant requests for more of me. The amount of attention it’s given me can best be described as intoxicating, because it is just that. For a young girl, having someone to constantly compliment you, someone messaging you or asking how you’re doing, it can certainly be intimidating. My mother and father encouraged it thinking it might actually be relevant someday and possibly help come college time. I got my fair share of creeps, of course. The usual jock asking for nudes, or the older gentleman pretending to know just what I like. My parents and my brother fortunately taught me how to handle them. In hindsight, I probably should’ve told them about Drew months ago. But recently turned 18, I felt like I could handle him on my own just like the rest.
Tag: Straight
Brother’s Girlfriend Extends His Stay Part 4
[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/csm8nw/brothers_girlfriend_extends_his_stay/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app)
[Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/ctoomm/brothers_girlfriend_extends_his_stay_part_2/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app)
[Part 3](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/cwstfr/brothers_girlfriend_extends_his_stay_part_3/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app)
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Lady looked down at Buddy’s glazed eyes and heavy eyelids. “Oh look at you. You’re about to sleep right now. I guess this pussy was just too much for you.”
“Mmm” was the only thing Buddy could muster. The amount of mental energy it took to control himself coupled with the weed wearing off, his brain had all but shutdown.
“I’ll take that as an affirmative.” She said as she got up off Buddy and down to the floor.
She leaned over to pick up her phone and whispered into his ear, “Rest up. You’ll need your strength for tomorrow.”
She went back out to the living room to clean. Two steps out of the guest bedroom, she started to feel Buddy dripping out her pussy and down her inner thighs. She had to stop, smiling to herself, she reached down scraped up what she could with her hand.
Lady held up her hand to her face. She began rubbing Buddy’s thick sticky cum between forefinger and thumb feeling the texture of it. Then spreading her fingers wide to see it slowly slide down her fingers to her palm.
[MF] The Time She Demanded I Put Her On A Leash Before I Fucked Her.
Yo I get that pretty much everyone but me is here for the sexy, sexy details. Feel free to skip down to the line of asterisk for the smut.
Part 1 is [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/cbi1wu/mf_that_time_i_fell_in_love_part_1_with_pictures/)
Part 2 is [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ct63f6/mf_the_time_i_got_a_hand_job_in_a_public_hot/)
Sandi’s situation
Sandi laid and bed and stifled a scream as her hand cramped and her orgasm eluded her. Nothing did the trick any longer, and she just couldn’t make herself cum. Finals had come around; exam season was robbing her of sleep and free time to pursue any form of pleasure. Even; it seems her own pleasure.
Sandi was a cute 20’s something med school student and single. Being single, she didn’t dwell on it much as so was pretty much everyone else in med school. She rarely slept more than 5 or 6 hours a night, and that was in the slow period. Exam season was something else, cram sessions and studying taking up over 20 hours a day of her time. No one had time for relationships and it seemed sometimes everyone was just fucking someone for the raw release it gave them. It was urgent, passionless, and forgettable. She’d become numb to hook ups and ever her own hand. She was stressed and couldn’t barely think straight from exhaustion and now her only release no longer worked for her. She sighed, the air from the ceiling fan creating ripples of goosebumps across her naked body.
Anonymous encounter
As far as I can remember, I always been a kinky and pervy one and I always loved to show off my experiences, my desires, my naked self. Even if I have exhibitionist tendencies, writing is the most intimate thing for me so far, it’s more reveling. So this is my first writing as a grownup plus it’s the first time I am writing something consistent and personal in English… I really feel like coming to class naked in first grade… but let’s do it, that vicious scene is worth taking the chance of getting out of my comfort zone…
I hope it will open your appetite…!
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On a hot Sunday noon in Montreal’s heat wave, in my apartment, I am completely naked at the table. All windows are open. I listen to the noises coming from the back lane. I am sitting back to the front door which is wide open to let the breeze in.
It’s so hot, my hands are moist. Even if we chat about what is suppose to happen, you never really know who you’re dealing with. It’s a Russian roulette… it’s distressing… it’s very arousing… I hear someone going up the stairs. I press strongly my hands against each other for the last time. I inhale deeply. A hand on each thigh and I exhale insecurities. My door is closing smoothly and locked. The scene begins…
The Coach’s Wife Pt. 1
The Dire valley is in Northern Oregon. It is a long and narrow strip of land, between two mountain ranges, and follows the river winding and twisting up the coast until it falls at last into the Pacific Ocean.
It was the perfect combination of nature and humanity. Great amounts of people, but not enough to take away from the beauty of the landscape and feel of Mother Earth.
It would always be considered home, to Erme. He grew up there and knew every secret it held. He would routinely reminisce about his childhood. His friends, the adventures they went on, and the girls who seemed to come and go from his life. But now was not the time for daydreams.
The crowd roared with anticipation as the clock ticked down, Erme snapped back to reality. The slow drowning out of the crowd, the chants of the cheerleaders, and his teammates on the field put him right back into laser focus. The score was already 43-35. If the Eagles could clinch this they would win the game. Erme was always fond of the attention after a big win like that.
Truth or Dare Update [Group]
Hope you don’t mind a pretty long story…
So, my cousin, we will call her Hannah, was always a little crazy. She was smart, but had a wild side. She got into some bad stuff when we were in our twenties, but always knew how to make a group of teens have fun and crazy times when we would all be at her house. It was usually her starting the truth or dare games.
Hannah had dark skin, dark hair, and an athletic body. She played softball and volleyball. Her breasts were pretty average in size, but she had a great ass. All the guys that hung out with us had crushes on her, and I think she loved it. That’s why she would always initiate these games. She loved the attention she got. She would always playfully protest, but you could tell she was happy to flash everyone under water, or reach out and touch the occasional dick.
The day she wanted to be Dominant [Gentle Femdom][Kinks]
I really loved my girl. Her job was more exhausting then mine. It was usual to find her return home frustated and irritated. To counter this, i was always there for her, taking care that i provide her with love, affection and someone she can either use to take her stress out or melt into.
To achieve this we often tried mild bondage. Most of the time i would play as a submissive guy so that she can get that rage out by practicing Gentle female dominance.
This event is about that peaceful day when i was home early. It was early evening, i changed into my comfy shorts and tee, sat on the couch in front of the television to binge on my favorite series.
After 4 hours, the bell rang. It was my girl returning late because of some meeting. I opened the door and saw my beautiful lady, exhausted with a sobbing face, almost on the verge of cry. I grabbed her and hugged her tightly even before she entered the house. Kissed her forehead and took her inside. Holding hands i was waiting for her to remove the shoes but she just walked ahead to the couch and fell on it. I sat beside her giving her my lap to keep her head. Switching off the Television, i started scratching his hairs and rubbing her shoulder and neck.
Summer of Love – Story 1 (FF) – Riley Blackstone
Please let me know what you think of my story. I will be writing multiple stories about Emily and Amanda, alternating who is the narrator of the story. I will publish them once I have enough to be considered a book.
The First time – Told by Amanda
We’ve been neighbors for 10 years, since we were both nine years old. Growing up, we were inseparable, best friends forever. At least that’s what I thought. Then puberty hit. Emily got breasts that made all the other girls envious, and made all the guys take notice. Suddenly everyone wanted to be Emily’s friend, but Skinny, pale, freckled Amanda was ignored. It also didn’t help that once I hit puberty, I discovered that my feelings for Emily were more than BFF’s. I was in love with her.
I saw Emily from my second story bedroom window, walking through the field between our houses. We lived out in the country and I could tell from the pale green string bikini top and daisy duke pants that she was going to the lake on the back of her property. I followed her with my eyes, watching her blonde pony tail bob up and down as she walked. Brushing across her beautifully tanned skin. Her firm breasts bouncing slightly was she walked.
I (23 F) wasn’t as classy as I’d hoped on my first date with my boyfriend (25 M) [FM]
“Are you gonna kiss me?” she murmured, fist to chin, the hum of his guitar recording playing against her ear. He moved his phone away. She played the last three chords over in her mind two times, three times, eyes grazing his mouth.
He hesitated, watched her lips.
“Do you want me to?”
She tasted the word “yes”, watched his cheeks flush pink. He leaned in slowly, cautiously, closed his eyes. His mouth tasted like beer and something sweeter, animal. She sunk against his armpit and his forearm wrapped around her back. He kissed her like she’d hoped he would.
She moved away, giggling, breathless. First dates aren’t for getting drunk on his breath. She tucked a lick of hair behind her ear and sipped red wine, watching his eyes.
“You gonna kill me tonight or?” She blinked very seriously, resisting a smirk. He lifted one corner of his mouth, his brows, gave a small nod.
“Might do.”
“Might let you,” she laughed. He caught her fingers between his.