After The Apocalypse Part 1 [MF] [(very slight) Ageplay (to set the scene)]

*NOTE: I know it’s a risky move to include a child in a (very slightly) sexual way. This is NOT something I’m “into” and this story admittedly represents a different direction for me. I’m trying to build a complex relationship between the two characters and I tried writing in an older female, but it doesn’t work. I need to show the innocence of a child in regards to sexual matters in order for the relationship to grow naturally. I hope you can bear with me…*

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It had been ten years since the world ended and the undead began to walk.

John Sterling had travelled almost half way across the country in his efforts to find a safe and peaceful haven where he could settle down and start to build a new life for himself.

It had been a long, arduous journey through infected towns and cities and through thick forests, evading the undead where he could and fighting them when required.

He would make camp or a temporary shelter for himself whenever he was able. He preferred the comfort and convenience of staying in one place, but the unfortunate current events of the world made this near impossible. He would stay a few days here, a few weeks there and very occasionally he could bed down for a month or more.

Road Trip to Tampa [FM] [MMF]

*there was a lot that went on this trip. if you’d like to read more about it, let me know. If it’s not your cup o’tea, we can just let this one stand*

Melanie, David and I were 275 miles into our road trip (give or take) before the first genitalia was whipped out.

In January of ’09, Mel and I decided we were going to go to Tampa as a midwinter vacation from Wisconsin. I was working at a manufacturing facility and Mel was working in accounts at a nationwide office products company. I had vacation from the previous year I had to use by January 31st, where she had bonus days earned due to some accounting magic that said her department made tons of money for a company that posted a loss.

I don’t understand finance departments.

She’d mentioned to a few of her coworkers about our plans, and one of them, David had asked to accompany us. He had no plans and no foreseeable issues. Mel being the inclusive type invited him along, then informed me about it.

A High School Reunion of Sorts [MF]

I was home for college after my first semester, and decided to stop into the local Diner I used to hang out at with my friends in high school. The waitress looked familiar. I couldn’t place her at first until after she recognized me.

Amber was a few years ahead of me in high school. She had always been a bit on the “thick” side, but in the years since I’d last saw her, she had grown a bit chubbier. This is not an insult: she wore the weight well, it suited her. And to be crass, her weight gain suited me too: her ass was wider, her breasts looked maybe a size or two larger. Her hair, naturally auburn brown was now dyed black, curled and shoulder length. I had a bit of a thing for her in high school. She was heavily involved in the Drama Club, and I guess my thing for super-outgoing, curvy brunettes started early.
Her manager had already gone home for the night, and business was slow, so she invited herself to sit at my table. We caught up for maybe an hour. I knew that she had a kid shortly after high school, but other than her son, she seemed to try to avoid questions about her personal life. That should have been a clue. the other clue should have been when she first came over to say high. I saw her put something in her pocket. In hindsight, it was probably a wedding ring.

Met a guy on Tinder who said we should post here, it was a hell of a night! [MF]

It was the second time we got together. He told me it would get better every time, and he was right. No time for chit chat when I got there, we just went straight upstairs. Him grabbing my ass under my short dress on the way up. In his room he had a candle lit and the shades drawn just enough. I sat on his bed while he closed the door, getting up to kiss him when he came close. As it turned out, he had other idea. I was told nothing for me until I had done what he said. He made me turn around and lean over the bed, arms behind me. Next thing I knew, he was binding my wrists. This was certainly a new, and very welcomed, experience for me. Next I was on my knees, and he was unbuttoning his shorts. That’s when he told me to pull down his underwear with my teeth. His tight boxer briefs proved to be a bit of a challenge as I smeared my lipstick on his stomach. With a little help, I managed to briefly free his dick before taking it as deep as I could. I alternated between sucking his balls and trying to take him deep enough in my throat that I could still lick them. At this point, I had performed well enough to get something in return. I got my kiss, and then some. He pushed me onto the bed, untied me, and told me to take everything off. First he kissed my neck, then my nipples, then made his way down to focus on my clit. He was down there for a while, licking and sucking, plunging two fingers in and out. He came up and kissed me, I could taste myself on him. He laid down and I took him back into my mouth. I started with his balls, but then decided to go lower. A surprise for him he seemed to quite enjoy. I worked by way up and down for a while before we needed more. He decided to be under the covers this time, for coziness. I straddled him before he got the chance, and started rubbing my wet pussy on his dick. It seemed to drive him crazy. A quick grab of a condom and we were off. Grinding into each other until we needed a break. He spent more time going down on me. He’s gotten the closest to getting me off that way. I’m not easy to take care of, but he’s damn good. We took another break, drank some wine, ate some cracker jack. We played around in the living room. Touching each other, playfully rubbing my foot on his cock, considering sucking his dick but there were roommate concerns so we went back upstairs. And we fucked, hard. He asked if I still wanted him to cum in my mouth. Of course I did, that’s a question that doesn’t even need to be asked. He pulled out and pulled off the condom, but I was a little slow. I got a good mouthful and happily swallowed. But I was covered- my chin, my side, my hand. Neither he nor his bed got away clean. I licked my fingers clean, and got what I could from my chin as well. A drop had landed on his hip so I took care of that too. Normal for me, shockingly impressive for him I gathered. I should’ve written this that night, and next time I certainly will.

[FM] Sister’s Oral Appetite (Part 3)

This is a recollection of events that happened in the past. These events involve my sister and me.

I would highly recommend reading the story parts in order from the beginning. Here are links to the previous parts:

[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/6cv5rn/mf_sisters_oral_appetite_part_1/)

[Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/6ddfdp/mf_sisters_oral_appetite_part_2/)

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I tried to remain calm, but it was impossible. My sister just agreed to give me a kinky blowjob. In the few seconds after Emily admitted her desires, my cock had already stiffened fully.

“Wow this is big.” Emily said, feeling my cock in my pants. She bit down on her lip a little. I decided it was best for me to make the first move. “Emily. What position is best for you?” I asked. “What ever you want is fine with me!” She said eagerly. How could I resist an offer like this?

I stood up next to the bed. “Alright. Get on your knees then.” Emily nodded playfully. She got down on her knees in front of me. I started to unzip my pants, but Emily quickly swatted my hands out of the way so she could do it herself. My cock popped straight out of my jeans, which made Emily flinch away and giggle. “Oh my god… yes.” Emily moaned softly. “Can I start?” She asked. Without hesitation, I gave her permission.

On the way to Sturgis ’05 [MM] [MMF]

Back in 2005, I was divorced, I wasn’t dating, I was in the swing of enjoying every moment of being bi, and in my early 30’s. I was in the best physical shape of my life, making good money and had just about everything right where I wanted it.

Except I was working 7 days a week on a regular basis, 12 hour shifts. That’s where the “good money” was coming from.

My relationships at the time were more or less hookups off of the internet or some random stuff. I went through condoms like they were going out of style. There was a lot of fun, but nothing I’d call worth furthering.

I made a really top-shelf decision one of the first weeks the snow had melted in Southeastern Wisconsin, and bought a motorcycle. (please, read that with a voice dripping with sarcasm) Wisconsin has this wonderful habit of showing you this little sliver of Spring after horrid Winters, tantalizing you with the idea of what the heat would bring, then utterly shitting on you with a 3′ blizzard.

Best first date sex I’ve ever had [MF]

I wanted to wait for something extra awesome or ridiculous to happen before writing one of these, but I’ve come to realize my expectations are unreasonable. So instead of waiting for the day I bang twin cheerleaders, or moon sex, OR MAKING SOMETHING UP (looking at you 70% of what I’ve read here) I’ll write about the best sex I’ve personally ever had. Not because of anything crazy, but because she was my perfect woman.

About me: 6″2, Mediterranean, broadly built on the chubbier side… Unlike everybody else on the internet, I’m 6 inches on a good, pressed to the bone day, but I’ll admit (brag) I’m pretty girthy, 6.4″ around (but whose counting). Currently a medical resident at a big educational facility in the South, a major change of scenery from my home planet of NYC.

This happened about two months ago when I matched with this super cute, foreign looking undergrad on Tinder. We’ll call her Daniella, because that’s her real name and there’s enough anonymity already!

The Delilah Experiments: The Threesome [FMF]

“You better destroy her tonight,” she said, “and I better hear all about it.”

I wasn’t at all surprised to hear these words. In fact, I was kind of surprised that it took this long. They came from Darla, Delilah’s best friend, as we watched Delilah tear it up on the dance floor. An hour earlier, they had been the first out on the floor together. All night, Darla kept complimenting how Delilah’s boobs looked in the amazing floral dress that she’d gotten. They’d joked for the last several months about experimenting together. Delilah told Darla every last detail about our sex life and even showed her these stories and the pictures that we sent each other.

If anything, the comment was long overdue.

“I’m sure she’ll tell you everything,” I smirked, thinking about how fucking lucky I was to have Delilah in my life. I haven’t written much about it, but she’d really been an amazing partner over the last six months. I’ll probably get into that in a different tale though.

Taking masturbation to the next level with veggies [F]

I turned 18 today. Though I fingered my selves regularly since I turned 16, I discovered more pleasure with veggies this academic year.

Tim was my classmate and a friend of my friend Chelsy. He was kind of cute and I caught him a few time looking at me. I too smiled back at him on a few occasions. Once Chelsy left to the rest room while we were studying together. Tim sat close and began playfully touching me. After a while, he moved in for a kiss. The passion grew quickly as we kissed deeply in each others arms. Tim was grabbing my tits and squeezing them hard while kissing me deep and hard. I was so wet already. He stopped kissing, looked into my eyes and the hand that was squeezing my tits moved down and slowly into my shorts. He moved his finger on my pussy on top my panties. We quickly gathered ourselves when we heard Chelsy.