Tag: Straight

Parental Guidance Required (My First Attempt at Erotica)

Hey guys! This is my first attempt at writing Erotica, so there may be stuff in here that could absolutely be improved. Please feel free to leave some constructive criticism in the comments telling me what you did/didn’t like and/or what you think I should do differently! It is my second draft of the story, but it still isn’t complete (had an ending but it sucked). Honestly, not sure where to take it from here (if it even needs to go longer, who knows?)

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Parental Guidance Required:

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The living room wasn’t very big. The center of it was dominated by a large, square coffee table cluttered with med surg books, fast food wrappers, and the odd sock or two. Two recliners reserved for Mom and Dad (or the dog when Dad was gone) were positioned along the south wall. Layla and myself were laying on a couch along the northern wall. A large TV showing *Gold Rush* stood atop the entertainment center on the west wall, which opened to a hallway on its south end. Layla’s younger brother was sitting on the eastern couch trying to watch the TV show. Read more »

Birthday sex (these are a few of my favorite things) thigh highs, light footplay, anal, creampie, DP

You told me that tonight is all about what I want. And I want a lot. I want it all. I want you naked, fucked, satisfied, all dressed up for me. You lay in bed waiting, your wast sporting a red thong with lace that only barely shaded your sweet kitty, breasts clearly visible through the red tint of sheer lace covering them. Grey socks chase up your legs all the way to the middle of your thighs. Fuck… you’re the sexiest girl I’ve ever seen. I crawl onto the bed, my boner visibly bulging through my boxers. It may be my birthday but I got you a gift too. I show you the satin bag in my hand and pull out a crystal clear dildo, the glass cold to the touch.

I use my teeth to pull your thong down while you lift your hips, tasting a bit of your sweet on them. You spread your knees, making your flower blossom open between your legs. You’re already horny, your clean slit glistening in the candlelit room. With two fingers I spread you open and toy with your vag using the glass dildo. The cold makes you breathe in sharply as it touches the heat of your smooth body. I put it inside of you and gently fuck you with it, warming you up for what’s to come. The glass is slippery from you spilling yourself onto it, making me grip it tightly to drive it into you. Read more »

[MF]{cheating}{squirting} First meeting of a long term LD affair

For a while, my business travels took me to Atlanta on a regular basis – 4 to 6 times a year. This frequency was perfect for a non-exclusive, on-going affair.

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It started with an Ashley Madison account. While home, I set my location to Atlanta, sorted through the obvious sex workers and sent out a few opening messages. I chatted with a few women, but most were not interested in someone only in town for a few days at a time and only a few times a year. I didn’t arrange any meetups, but I also didn’t close the account.

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While walking out of a restaurant one night, my phone buzzed. It was an email notification from AM, a message from Diane. I remember sending her a message, but her picture was blurred, luckily she provided a private key. She apologized for being out of town at the moment, but would be happy to chat and maybe meet up next time I was in town. We exchanged Kik names and chatted in real time. She was in LaGrange visiting her sister, so not too far away. We exchanged more pictures, and there was a mutual attraction for sure. I figured my next trip would bear fruit. Read more »

A friend [F] accepts my [M] lingerie wearing kink and surprises my ass!

A very curious thing happened to me the other day and I feel I need to share it with you…

I have been ‘mildly’ crossdressing for over a year now. I say ‘mildly’ because I am not into full feminization, I just love the feel and look of lace panties when they are hugging a good looking cock, not to mention the taboo. I have taken to wearing stockings too which feel amazing, it’s like having your whole lower half caressed persistently. I have thought of wearing a bra but, although I can almost imagine how amazing it would feel, I don’t think men look as good in them as women, by a long way. Panties though, well that is a different matter. Anyway, I digress, on to the story. Read more »

[FF] Fucking my best friend

So this is my first time writing and posting a story like this, so sorry in advance for any writing mistakes and anything of that nature. I’ve been on this subreddit for a bit, and decided to make this account and add my own personal story for people to enjoy.

So for a bit of info of myself, I’m 20 (was 19 at the time), 5’4, with brown curly hair. Brown eyes and i’m a bit on the thicker side, with big D breasts. I’ve been told i’m cute by a lot of people. My friend, lets call her Emma, She’s the same age as me, is 5’3, long straight brown hair, great athletic type body, with perky C breasts and a smaller, yet also perky butt. She’s got a beautiful, cute face. The kind of girl that you would want your mom to meet, but at the same time want to throw her in bed with you, that kind of look. Me and Emma have known each other since we were around 5, and have been best friends ever since. Read more »

Playing Cowboys and Indians – [mff]

I love reading the stories here and figured it was time to share a one of my own from my younger days. Things aren’t as crazy nowadays at 34 but every now and again I think of these times and jerk off once…or twice.

So this story happened some time around my sophomore or junior year of undergrad. My friends and I usually threw parties Thursday – Sunday because hey why not, right? When we were feeling particularly motivated we would come up with a theme and this night we lazily tossed out the idea of cowboys and Indians. Clever, I know.

So we throw a cowboy and Indian party. Most of the people show up with a cowboy hat, a feather or some other minimal costume that vaguely relates to the theme. We tap the keg and the beer starts flowing and eventually a beer pong tournament breaks out. My buddy Dave and I were absolutely lethal at beer pong and quickly started running the table. Eventually we’ve soundly beat everyone and everyone is complaining that it’s not fun. Read more »

My girl and the Bargirl [FF, FFM]

It is our third date. Twenty years earlier, a third date meant something. Girls followed “the rules,” and one of the rules said you didn’t fuck until the third date. Alicia and I fucked on our first date. I’m not bragging, we are swingers, wife swappers, and it would be weird if we didn’t have sex on our first date. My life is a bit upside down.

For our first two “dates,” all we did was have sex. We met at a hotel, my wife went upstairs with Ron, Alicia’s husband. Alicia and I went to our own room. We fucked ourselves into funky sweaty exhaustion each time. The next mornings, we kissed goodbye, unswapped, and drove off in opposite directions.

Alicia and I turned out to be very sexually compatible. I’m a big guy, and a tall guy. A few months ago, an old lady told me to respect myself, and I shed 15 pounds. Even in decent shape, I’m well over 250 pounds. Alicia, she’s a big gal, six foot tall. If she was a decade younger, she could be a plus size model. She’s thick, curvy, but not flabby. She’s got a wide, plump ass, a body that’s all curves. Everything on her is thick. Read more »

Daddy’s punishment [FM]

Thank you guys for the suggestions of punishments! Now let me tell you how deliciously wet I am writing this and letting you know once again daddy doesn’t know I’m writing here so it’s our little secret ? I think he’ll love it

Daddy surprised me in the shower this morning and he started to wash my hair. He would switch between running his fingers through my hair and slightly tightening a fist in it and holding me under the stream of water. I was fucking drenched and it was not from the shower.

We get to the bedroom and I walk behind him so when he enters first I immediately drop into my uniform position. Knees straight, sit on my ass and keep my heels crossed. I keep my chin up and my hands folded in my lap, I’m peeking up at him and he is just marveling at me. His wife of 5 years dropped to her knees ready to be mercilessly fucked, he walks and grabs my collar. He pulls me to the ottoman and puts my knees a foot apart and my chest up on the bed, arms behind my back. Read more »

[M]eeting up again, [F]ive Years Later

Hi readers. Here’s my first story. I realize it’s got quite a wordy intro, but context is important to me. I welcome any and all constructive feedback. She keeps promising me she will post her own version of the story, and I’ve even read part of it. Maybe you can encourage her in the comments.

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I’ve known her for a few years, after we met through work. We both worked for the same company, but at different stores, and I had to pick up a product from her store to transfer to ours. I drove over, and she was at the till. If I’m being honest, the first thing I noticed was her chest. It’s not always the first thing I check out (mostly, but not always), but you need to understand what the outfit was doing.

Let me try to paint a picture – we had recently replaced the uniforms, and these were button-down dress shirts. The ladies’ style was fitted, dark-grey, with three quarter length sleeves. Nice enough style, but the sizes seemed to go from “fit perfectly until you wash it the first time and then it’s meant for a doll”, to “hey little child, does your dad know your borrowed his shirt?” We worked in a commission-based, sales-driven environment, and she was self-aware enough to know what sells. Read more »

[F4F] Smell’s Delicious [Spanking][Gentle FDom] [Facesitting]

There’s nothing like attempting a new recipe. Flipping through cookbooks, selecting the recipe, shopping for ingredients, and finally putting everything together until something magical happens.

Or at least that’s the hope anyway, that something magical comes out. I pulled my hair up high into a bun, adjusted my glasses, and leaned closer to the cookbook.

“One-third cup of good olive oil,” I muttered to myself. I had already chopped and prepped the vegetables and had organized my spices, but now I had to decide whether my $8 on-sale bottle of olive oil was considered “good” enough. I briefly considered returning to the store, but couldn’t bare the thought. “Good enough,” I replied aloud to my silent inquiry.

As I began sauteeing onions and garlic and adding the fresh tomatoes that would become a rich sauce, my worries began to dissipate. That’s part of the reason I love to cook, I find it deeply meditative. I became lost in stirring, tasting so that I could adjust as I went. I inhaled deeply, taking in the delicious aroma of the sauce. This would be magical.

“Smells good.” Read more »