Erotic Graphic Novel

Currently, working on an erotic graphic novel. Check it out and, if you like what you see, if you pledge at least $10.00 you’ll get a digital copy once it’s produced.

About the book:
This is a non-linear, telling, of a couple through their graphic and sordid sexual exploits. This is not your grandmother’s romance novel, nor is it a collection of fluffy long drawn-out erotica stories.

This at best could be described as, a fast-paced, straight to the point, crude exposé of a couples carnal desires, played out. It will not be for everyone, nor should it.

https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/1090936709/a-hedonists-dream

I [30M] only been deepthroated by two women, my wife and a high school girl [18F]. Here is that tale (x-post r/truebigdickstories) [MF] [open marriage] [workplace] [volleyball]

*In a previous story, I let it slip that I’d been deep throated twice in my life – the first being my wife, and the second being a high school girl when I was in my 30s. A lot of people had asked about that story, so I’ll tell it here. I dramatized a bit, just to set a few scenes. Sorry if it’s not your style.*

*(How did it get to that point? Check out how my wife and I started an open marriage: https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/57ww00/how_a_milf_at_a_softball_game_wanting_cock_saved/. Also, as I’ve put in previous posts, I’m 47, fighting cancer, am a widower and am recalling my former life’s exploits before things turned to shit. Thanks for humoring me).*

So, after my wife Lara and I were married for about six years, we began an open marriage. We mostly began with swinging and threesomes (with both women and men), but we let each other mess around as long as we told the other one our stories, mostly reenacting those moments with each other. Since my first extramarital affair was with a mother of one of the girls from a local softball team I covered (I’m a high school sports reporter), that was my most convenient pool to pick from.

Alumni Relations [FF] [Long] [Kink] [Bondage]

A few weeks ago I ended up back in the vicinity of my college town, on unrelated business. I had reached out to a professor asking if I could meet him for coffee, since he was instrumental in getting me my current job. He agreed, on the condition that I come speak to his capstone class, about the job market for our field, and options for those students who did not want to pursue law school or other graduate program. I said I would, so I found myself on campus and made my way to this professor’s office before class. There was a sticky note on his door saying he had forgotten about a meeting and I should go see his graduate assistant in the TA office and she would walk me to class.

Now, I’m 25 and young looking, thanks to an almost obsessive night time skin care routine. As such, poking my head into the TA office met me with almost indulgent stares, as if I was a lost little undergrad. Joke’s on you, I’m a mostly fully functional adult with a 401k. I asked for the TA in question, her name for this story will be Jane, because why not.

Bathroom Madness (Part 1) [FF]

“This is really starting to get boring.” Her head invaded the space of my left shoulder while we continue listening to someone sharing his own piece during open mic.

“Aren’t you bored?”, she yawned. I looked to her and all I could see was her hair ever so brown. It smelled like candle wax, burnt because of the sun this morning. It was addicting. She’s addicting. I know her eyes felt like closing so she held my hand like she always does. Her hand cold as mine, I wonder if I could give her enough warmth. I don’t want her to let go. I like how her numb skin touches mine. It gives me chills on the inside; she’s an automatic heater. And it makes me feel good the next thing I know, my pussy is plunging itself inside this tight black skinny jeans.

The best weekend of my life [MF] [MF]

This just happened this past weekend, and just the thought of it makes my toes curl. It really was the best weekend of my life. A little backstory, we’re all college students (I live off-campus), and a not-so-serious goal of mine was to have sex with two different guys (I’m a girl) within 24 hours without either of them knowing.

So Friday night I was at a surprise birthday party for this guy, C. I’ve known C for like 2 months, cause he throws lots of parties. He’s a super nice guy. The last party I was at, I was getting tiny hints of flirting from C, but nothing too obvious. Well leading up to Friday my friend who was organizing the surprise was telling me to take C on a date to get him out of the house so he could set up the party. I rejected the idea cause I didn’t want to lead C to believe I was into him when I’m not (wasn’t?) and to go on a date with him, then convince him let me go back to his place with him to not actually have sex felt incredibly misleading.

Late 40’s [F] and the college boy [M]: A first for both of us

Just discovered this subreddit recently and I’m a total nube to writing about my experiences–so hopefully these won’t be a waste of your time. Please be gentle!

Should probably start with a little explanation. As I was growing up I was tall, gawky, had glasses and an overbite. Then I was a wrestler throughout high school, got contacts, and dental work fixed my alignment to where I’m actually a pretty good looking guy (I’m told I look like the senior in Sixteen Candles), but I still have the perception of myself as a gawky kid with glasses and can still be somewhat shy until engaged and alternate between overconfidence and no confidence.

I remember hearing my dad and his buddies laugh about how ridiculous and unrealistic “I can’t believe it happened to me” letters that were in Penthouse (or Playboy? Both?) and that’s kind of how I feel about the experiences I’ve been fortunate enough to have–I don’t consider myself overly sexual or deviant, but I’ve somehow managed to have a lot of encounters that, upon reflection, are large in volume (everything from college girls to probably an unusually high amount of milfs/cougars) and kind of unusual (in semi-public rooms, fingering under the covers in front of the girl’s family, threesomes, with food, tying up, and so on) and seem like bs.

[MF] I Love Maths

This is my first time writing so please excuse the bad quality. This happened about 6-7 months ago.

Ashleigh (21): White (slightly tanned skin), light brown/blonde hair, light brown eyes, amazing body figure, nice handful tits, and a decent ass (could be amazing if she works on it a bit more!), 5ft 2in

Me (22): Athletic body type (go to the gym often), light brown skin, black hair, brown eyes, 5ft 8in

[F]inally Got to Fuck [M]y Sister’s Boyfriend

This took place last August. Please forgive me if it’s a bit long, but I think you will appreciate it more knowing the back story.

Several years ago, my sister, Marissa, starting dating a new guy. I first met David when she brought him to a family get-together. He was tall (6′-3″) and quite handsome. Marissa seemed very taken with him. My boyfriend at the time and I got along very well with David, even though he was a terrible flirt with me. Marissa told me that David was a wonderful lover, and very well endowed. I chalked this up to infatuation and exaggeration, and as he was dating my sister (and I was in a steady relationship) never pursued it.

I met a new guy, Steve, and he seemed to be ideal husband material. A little over a year later we were walking down the aisle together. Marissa and David were both part of the wedding party. Some time after that Marissa and David broke up, but we still remained friends with him. David met Jackie and they ended up getting married. Both Marissa and I (as well as our folks) attended that wedding. As I got to know Jackie we became friends and the four of us started hanging out together a lot.

I was the first pussy he’d had in 2 years [MF]

Very long time lurker and first time poster. And I’m not too great at writing out stories but I thought I’d share with you guys here.

So to get things started here I’m 21. I have dark brown hair, 38C, pretty fat ass and curvy since having a baby a few mornings ago. He’s 31 short black hair and a little scruffy mustache and beard. Has a bit of a beer gut but overall dad bod (which is funny cause he also has a kid).

We met on Craigslist. Strictly Platonic page. It was his ad looking for someone to talk to? I can’t really recall because we started talking in mid August. He has his child and is a single dad. The mom isn’t in the picture. And same for me as well. He has a very busy schedule and lives about 50 minutes north from me so meeting has been very trying.

Memories: Emily. Blonde, drunk and willing. I’m only human. [MF]

“If you’re going upstairs, be a dear and help Emily get to her room? She’s wasted.”

I shrugged. “Sure.” I didnt really give it a second thought. Well, maybe I did, but that’s just the way my brain works. I’m not going to lie. Emily is the one every straight guy thinks filthy thoughts about. Blonde. Curvy. A mix of girl next door and pornstar. Too much makeup and just enough skin. So obviously I had thoughts. How could I not?

But they were just thoughts. Even when she had her arm around me in the elevator for support, her firm breast pressing against my side… they were just thoughts. Filthy snippets in my imagination, called upon for masturbatory purposes. Yes, I was guilty of gazing down into the chasm of her cleavage. Yes, I did breathe in her flowery scent. But my intentions were pure. Pure enough.

I took her to her door and waited while she fumbled with the keycard. Leaning against me, giggling to herself. I walked her in, unhooked her arm from around my neck and watched her collapse onto the bed, face first. “Safe and sound.” I muttered proudly to myself as I started to back away. My eyes might have lingered on her pale thighs, her short skirt hiked up just enough to offer a glimpse of that intersection of leg and buttock.