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Hello again! My second ever erotic short story. The first one was also with the same theme: a maternal figure seducing, partly intentionally and partly by accident, a young, inexperienced man. I hope it’s easy and fluent reading, since English isn’t my native language. And if you also enjoy pornographic videos or are just otherwise interested in seeing me, you can check my videos on Pornhub with the same user name.
Mommy and the boys sleep over
So I brought my ‘A-game’ even though I was having doubts about meeting up with ‘Chad’ again.
[The TLDR is that ‘Chad’ (aka Sir Cums Alot) was a (for me very uncharacteristic hookup), and a weird drunken one-night stand kind of thing from a party I was at a few weeks ago. And he and I are of *very* different types, he’s more of the ‘cool party people’ variety and me – not so much, but pool parties have a way of equalizing many things somehow].
And so, we’d texted since then and I agreed to meet for drinks last weekend with him and see what happened from there. And even though I was deeply doubting the wisdom of this beforehand I absolutely put in my maximum preparation effort anyway – I had a thorough shower and scrub, meticulously shaved all the bits, did the hair, filed my nails, polish on my toes, lip gloss/eye liner, expensive underwear option, agonized over clothing options, etc. And, most significantly to what follows later – I had also continued to NOT masturbate as I typically do in the shower. I’d been on a fast since we’d agreed to meet up again so as to be extra hungry, which at this point had been three days and I’m typically an everyday girl that way. So I had a bit of a charge on and (I thought) looked good enough for someone to want to help me deal with it.
Part 2:
https://redd.it/cnnp0f
Part 3.
First of all, I just want to tell you that this is going to be a long story. If you are looking for something to read for a quick jerk, I recommend you skip this one. But if you have read my past stories and feel emotionally invested, please feel free to read on. Thank you.
If you have read all my previous stories, you probably know that about a year ago my ex-girlfriend Heather and I went on what we thought was our dream vacation to Phuket, Thailand and ended up having sex with a lady boy named Phun. After that adventure, Heather was on a high. Though we talked about keeping what happened with Phun between just the two of us, no sooner had we landed that all her friends already knew about it. I should have seen it for what it was, the beginning of the end for Heather and me.
A few other things happened which led to us breaking up, but it was mostly centered around Phun.
Friday
**More Than What She Wanted**
Belle contemplated between the black and hot pink bra. The theme of the night club was neon colours tonight. Everyone would be wearing white.
She held the bras up to her chest at the mirror, then raised an eyebrow, and moved the bras away to reveal her chest. Her medium sized tits looked ample on her petite frame. She smiled at the bold idea. She was not going to wear a bra.
Belle donned a white sleeveless turtleneck top and short red skirt. The white top seemed modest enough, except for her brown nipples being visible through the thin fabric. She styled her dark straight hair into loose curls and applied red lipstick on her lips.
She put her passport in her pocket. It was an annoyance to carry a passport around, but she hadn’t gotten her driver’s license yet, and entering the club required an ID.
Belle shook and squealed in excitement. She was 25, far too old to go to a night club, right? But she had been sheltered…incredibly sheltered by her family. Strict Asian parents, you know how it was.
She was tired of it.
[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/b2hr3a/while_she_was_in_the_shower/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x)
As I drove my girlfriend to our anniversary date, the only thing on my mind was the cum currently running down her roommate’s legs. I didn’t know if I should feel guilty or turned on, or if I should just try to put it from my mind. I decided on the latter.
Jade and I were going to a movie, after all; those things are designed to grab your attention away from any and all life worries.
We pulled into the movie theater parking lot and found a spot right near the entrance. A non-existant line at the box office awaited us once we got out of the car.
“Made sure to bring me out on a quiet night, huh?” Jade said with what could only be described as a verbal wink.
A Tuesday. Of course it was going to be a quiet night.
I concealed my thoughts with a smile, and led Jade towards the box office with my hand around her back, her black heels clicking with every step.
I will be missing for 3 days. It will not be long enough.
On the fourth, the train will leave Cleveland Ave promptly at 8:32am. I will sit left back facing forward with bloodshot eyes, unkempt hair, wearing a rumpled pile of laundry smelling of sex, blood, jizz, and piss. The grey sky of the Pacific NorthWest will be bright blue after seeing only darkness for the last three days. My answer will have always been ‘Yes.’
Yes, I am a dirty girl. Yes, I remember your face when you are upset with me. Yes, I remember what happens when you are upset with me. Yes, I will be good, Master.
My hands will be folded on my lap, knees together, shoes touching. I will feel your juices ooze out of my pussy from involuntary spasms as the wet spot on my department store cotton panties grows larger with every bump, jostle and stop. I will be a cocktail of you; a mocktail of me. You will promise me Lloyd Center. I will be so proud to finally be yours.
I’ve been with my girlfriend for nearly a year and a half now, and we have had so much fun over those 18 months. I recently introduced her to this subreddit, and she admitted the idea of other people getting off to our secret deeds turns her on, so I suggested we make an account. Names are changed for obvious reasons, everything else you’ll see from us (provided you actually want more…) is true.
This story takes place at new years, welcoming in 2019. We had broken up from uni three weeks before and hadn’t been available to see each other since. It had been the longest we’d spent apart in a long time, and were eager to get our hands on each other. Thankfully, a group of mutual friends and organised to celebrate New year’s at one of their homes, and we were both invited. When I arrived, I couldn’t keep my hands off Lora, and the feeling was mutual for her.
A bit about us. She’s tall, 5’10ish, with long, strong legs. These are complimented with an amazing ass, and wears a DD bra (UK sizes), so is just perfectly proportioned, although I’m probably biased. I myself am tall and broad, clocking in at 6’2 with strong wide shoulders and big arms. My dad always said I should have played rugby, so that’s the sort of physique you can imagine.
2. First Time For Everything
For the longest time, Ryan would on occasion have a fantasy about giving a blowjob. This was something that had originated in his formative years but he never acted upon. To his knowledge none of his friends sexually flowed in any other direction other than straight except one, Dylan. Dylan and Ryan met at a previous work placement and knew from whisperings around the cubicles that he was bisexual, one night at the bar when Ryan confronted him about it, Dylan had confessed it was true but that he often more than not still preferred women over men. Something about the act itself intrigued him – he desired to know what it was like. He wondered what it was like to be in a feminine position, to be submissive to a man, to taste and feel a man, even. One day, he had to know. He talked with Kylee regarding it, and she agreed to allow him that opportunity as they had explored much wilder things before and she had even craved to experience a woman herself. Dylan had no idea Ryan had been curious about experimenting as the two never discussed it, in fact, other than Kylee, nobody knew about Ryan’s interest.
I spent summers with my dad ever since the divorce when I was four. He got remarried when I was 10 to a complete hippie. She had flower hair bands, tie dye everything, loved the grateful dead, and any other hippie stereotype she hit the nail on the head. She was nice as could be so I could never say a mean word about her.
They lived on a horse ranch back in the woods on a large plot of land that had a crystal clear spring running through it. She was a completely unashamed, full fledged nudist and every time that they got back from riding horses, she would strip naked on the porch and go swim in the spring. This never meant much to me until I got to the age when my hormones really started racing. She was in her mid to late forties, salt and pepper straight hair that went to the middle of her back. She was a full figured Amazonian woman with large (dd if I had to guess) breasts. They sagged a little with light stretch marks, large round areolas with nipples about the size of eraser tips. Her bush was for lack of better term glorious. It was full, curly, black and gray, and never shaved or waxed a day in her life.
Hello all! When I posted my [initial story I posted on this sub](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/clikhu/fucking_an_18_year_old_soon_to_be_college) /u/laodod suggested in the comments that I have Ruby tell her side of the story. She was delighted to do so and sent me her draft just now. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did.
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My 18th birthday was bittersweet to say the least. After a nice evening out with my family it all culminated in me having a massive end of the relationship fight via phone call with my absolute piece of shit ex boyfriend. I felt so alone and worthless that night, like I had just wasted the last 2 years of my life with someone who was toxic to me. I was stupid enough to think he would change but it never came. I cried the entire night and slept until 1 in the afternoon.