You Want to Play? Let’s Go [MF]

**Co-Op Mode**

*Companion Story to [Solo Mission](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/4kt7er/dont_do_anything_watch_me_touch_mf/)*

Hayato felt better than he had in weeks. Even before the move, he’d felt like their stress-levels—both his and Max’s—had been too high. It was hard to feel sexual when you were too annoyed with the world to deal with anything. Hell, it was hard to feel friendly at that point.

No wonder Max had retreated into her game. It was an escape. From the move. From the world.

And, yeah, sure, from him. From all the expectations and the questions. *Where should we put the couch? Do you want to buy a softer or firmer bed? Do you want to keep your coffeemaker or mine? Can we fit all our things in one closet or should someone take the downstairs one? Did you go grocery shopping or should I?* There were a million little, mundane decisions that used to be easier and more routine when they lived apart that now needed to be discussed and adjusted for now that they were sharing a space and a life. It was just a lot at times.

Cumming in my girlfriend for the first time [M21/F19]

This is a story that takes place in New York City shortly before I moved in with my girlfriend Ashley. I lived in Northern Virginia prior to moving to NYC, but was finalizing plans to move into an apartment with Ashley, who I had met through a mutual friend on a trip up north about half a year prior.

Ashley was 19 at the time and had a petite but seductive body that always turned me on no matter what we were up to. At 5’1 and slightly over 100 pounds, Ashley was a small girl with firm C cup tits and a pretty nice ass, exactly my type. This girl could get my cock unbearably hard in seconds just by shooting me a glance, and I was absolutely ecstatic that we would be able to fuck all the time after moving in together.

Even though our sex life was great, I could never finish inside of Ashley, which had been a problem with me in past relationships. I had a lot of stamina and often would have her suck me off, after I got her off, to finish. Usually I just ended up finishing myself and came on her tits/ass or had her swallow my load when I got close, which was unfortunate considering that she really wanted me to finish inside of her, knowing that it was something that I hadn’t done with anyone else.

[M/M] Married man expands his bi-sexual horizons by becoming a sub “sexual object” [Married] [Bi] [Cheating] [Sub] [CBT] [BDSM] [Teasing] [Orgasm Denial]

I’m on a “date” *with a guy*. Me, the kind of shy, almost wall-flower type guy who, although he knows he shouldn’t (heck, I’m married and all), has agreed to go on a “date” with a guy who obviously wants to “dominate” over me sexually… it’s the kind of scenario in which this other man knows somehow that deep down in this somewhat quiet, nervous guy (me) is the need to be fucked, and fucked well, and if he plays his cards right, he can play off of this married-guy’s need/desire to feel like he’s being dominated and receiving sexual attention/pleasure.

This arranged meet-up and “date” is such that there we are having a drink, and yet underneath the table-cloth covered corner we are sitting at, the dominate man starts to make a move; he grabs my crotch to feel the goods hiding there, and I, I’m just turning beet red, but also not telling him not to do that either. He knows that as long as he is patient, and gentle (at least until I can “take it”), he’ll be fucking my tight married ass before the night is over…

Grey Eyes [MF]

Grey Eyes
Chapter 1: found
The party has been over for a while now. The buzz from the champagne has ended and I feel like the specs of glitter on the ground from pricy ball gowns. I am stilling shining, but I have no where to dance off to. Looking up into the black night sky I shiver as a breeze shakes the end of my turquoise lace dress around my knees. With a sigh I play with the little gold dragonfly necklace that is always around my neck. This always seems to happen to me. I get invited to a party, but my friends bail midway through, leaving me all alone. Mentally cursing my friend Eric that dragged me to this mansion of a house for some fancy party, I make my way down the street trying to find my way out of this gated community to call a cab. And that’s when I first hear his voice: “You need a ride.”
It’s more of a statement than a question and I look over to see him. Tall, broad, dark hair guy in an all black suit…but what really gets me…his eyes…they are grey as a fall rain storm.
“Ummmm yeah…is it that obvious haha” I awkwardly laugh
He gives a soft smile, “Actually, I just wanted an excuse to talk to you. I am fortunate it worked out.”
This time I genuinely laugh as I reply, “Well fortunate for me too…as I really do need a ride home.”
“My car is this way” he says walking back toward the party’s mansion.
“You left your car with the valet didn’t you?” I have to look up at him at him as he is so tall.
His dark chestnut brown hair brushes across his forehead as he replies “yup”
Raising an eyebrow, I ask “So…what were you doing so far away from it?”
He shrugs his shoulder “I just needed some fresh air. No harm in that.”
“None.” I reply and we walk in a comfortable silence back to the valet.
His car is surprisingly unassuming. It’s not a flashy sports car import or anything of the such. It’s just a simple black mustang, no racing stripes. I hop into the passenger seat and relish in the smooth gray leather seats. Mystery guy starts the car and it is then I find out the reason for the unassuming appearance: the engine sounds like a beast…no scratch that a Porsche 911. I can’t help but laugh to myself.
“What’s so funny” He asks smirking
“You upgraded the engine” I reply in the only way I know how
“How did you know?” He questions me.
“It sounds like a Porsche” I reply blandly.
“That’s cause it is…it’s a Porsche 9..” He starts to say before I finish:
“911…I know I can tell by the purr”
“Oh really little kitty…any other cats purring” and he throws in a wink for added flirtation.
“Oh god! You’re so cheesy” I say turning away from him so he won’t see my blush.
“It’s my second best feature” He says with a wink again.
“What’s your first?” I ask already knowing where this set up is leaving.
“My honesty” he says with a grin on his face.
I try to hold a straight face but I can as I burst into laughter. “Are you single” I blurt out.
Suddenly the light mood in the car darkens. He turns to look at me now that we’re are sitting at a red light. The red glare is blinding inside the car and his grey eye are analyzing me. Almost darkening like a small storm beneath their surface.
“What?” he whispers.
“I asked if you were single…It would be a terrible waste of my time to flirt with someone that is taken.” I reply bluntly
“Oh trust me, it would not be a waste of your time” He quickly replies.
“Hmmm really now” It’s my turn to act flirty.
“Yes” he replies gunning the car forward as the light turns green.
“You know, you never asked were you were going to drop me off” I point out to him.
“I figured you were going to tell me if I was going the wrong way” he says sounding concerned that he might have messed up.
“mmm you are going the right way. At the next light take a right.” I inform him.
“But that leads to Burtrant Cliff look out” he says sounding confused.
“Exactly” I say smirking.
He is silent for the rest of the ride as he pulls over to the lookout which gives a fantastic view of the city with every little light twinkling.
I take my eyes of the view to see his gray eyes eyeing me hungrily again.
“You know what I love about this view.” I say nervously as I’ve never told anyone my thoughts on the topic.
“Hmm”
“It’s a reminder…a reminder that we are never alone in the world” I reply while unbuckling my seatbelt.
“I think it’s more of a reminder how isolated we are” he replies solemnly turning to look out the window.
I rest a hand on his shoulder and reply “I am here”
He turns to look at me with such an adorable confused expression. I can’t keep my urges to myself anymore. And I lean in to kiss his beautiful full soft lips.
Slowly pulling away I whisper “I’ve wanted to do that since I’ve laid eyes on you.”
He gasps and pulls me onto his lap, deeply kissing my lips and rubbing his large hands across my back. “And I’ve wanted to more than just kiss your lips since I’ve laid eyes on you.”
“Well go on” I breathlessly reply, “I am your’s for the night.”

(M)y 33 y/o sel(f) and a 63 y/o Vietnamese lady. Yup sixty three…

LONG AS FUCK… I don’t know if it’s worth it but I had to say this somewhere.

Been on reddit off and on for years, browsed here every so often, and never thought I would post. I apologize in advance for what the fuck ever kind of complaints you may have.
I’m 33, getting divorced right now, life sucks, and I haven’t been laid in months upon months. I haven’t really applied myself either cause there is zero confidence right now. Everything is bad, money, work, relationships, blah blibbity the fuck blah, and so on and so forth. But I have my health, am decent looking but have a gut, and I am still living with my soon to be ex for another month plus until our lease is up. LIFE BLOWS.
Years ago when I had money I used to frequent this little salon for haircuts from this awesome older Vietnamese lady. This was 5+ years ago when I last went and I would see her about every 2 months and then she opened up her own tiny little salon and spa so I started going there. She did massages at this place, totally professional, had estheticians, all of it.

My Sister Moves In. [MF] [Incest] [Light Femdom] [Tease and Denial] [SPH]

Good day, all! I’ve only written a couple of stories since I discovered I enjoyed sharing my fantasies through this sort of medium, but I’ve never written one like this. This one encompasses a lot of aspects that I thoroughly enjoy, so I hope you like it! It’s a little long, so buckle up!

Please do not be shy to give me any feedback on anything. I can take it. :-)
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**My Sister Moves In.**

Until recently, I’ve lived on my own. I received a call from my younger sister a few weeks ago saying she has “had it” living with Mom and Dad, so she wants to get the hell out of there, even if it meant moving several hundred kilometers away from our parents. Hell, I know how she feels. That’s why I am where I am.

[MFF] [Oral] [Blowjob] [Not your usual BDSM] All the power

“He is here!,” someone shouted.

The entire Nordish royal family, along with a stream of several dozen local nobles and officials, streamed out to the castle gate. Tetenia, the princess, walked briskly alongside her father, the king, and her mother and brother. Her friend Katda, daughter of a high-ranking local lord, was close behind, as were the rest of them.

Someone opened the gate and His Supremacy entered. He was wearing a simple, albeit luxuriant, red robe, and was flanked by two of the ten Queen Priestesses, as well as probably around twenty concubines, with officials and military officers and other members of his entourage behind him. There were a lot of them.

Tetenia, the King, and the rest of the Nordish royal family assembled nobles and others, bowed down before him. His entire entourage – Queen Priestesses, concubines, officials, and whoever else there was – bowed down behind him. He stood, surveying the courtyard for a minute or two.

He was handsome, Tetenia thought – lean and muscular, though not too muscular, and fairly young. She noticed a slight bulge in His robe. And He certainly knew how to make an entrance.

How I (M22) ended up fucking my coworker (F40+) [long]

I’ll start with an introduction first. I’m a 22 years old male, 1m80 tall. I’m pretty skinny and not muscular but apparently I’m still pretty good looking. I always make sure my hair is on point and I’m clothed pretty basic, but still a bit classy. I’m not the most extrovert person on earth but talking with other people has never been a problem for me. COnversations always go fluidly except with that small percentage of people and then it’s awkward silences all time.

Anyways, I’m a good listener. I can’t remember how often, even without asking, people start telling me about their problems over and over again. I don’t know why or how, but people feel comfortable telling me everything and in the end, this creates an emotional bond. I often got the feeling I mean more to them as they mean to me, because I’m only the listening ear most of the time, but this has come to an advantage a couple of times and as you could’ve guessed already: this story is one of those.

My college crush and I Part III. The end possibly. [F/25, M, 23]

(I’m posting this early because Adam just told me he met someone he might start dating but doesn’t want to kick me to the curb -.- )

Adam asked what I wanted to do since he didn’t want to force his way upstairs. I told him to give me five and I would take him to a cafe and the Asian grocery store. I put on a shirt, a hoodie, a pair of jeans and left. I looked like crap with my make up already half rubbed off but he seemed happy to see me.
We hopped into my car and there was an awkward tension. I drove us to a bubble tea cafe for him to try those tapioca pearls. He kept putting his face really close to mine and just looking at me intently as we talked. At the market, he held his arms around me from behind as I shopped and I could feel his cock against me. I could tell he was still trying to be respectful but if he had the choice, he would’ve pushed me against the cold doors of the frozen products, pulled my pants down, and fuck me to his pleasure.
We made our way back to my apartment. As soon as I set my keys down, he bit my ear. I shuddered but pretended I wasn’t turned on.
“So uhm, want to watch Netflix?”
“Yeah, sure.”

(F)un with a (m)uch older coworker F/18-M/30, cheating, semi-public

Hey guys! This is my first post so feel free to post criticism/if you want me to write more lol.

A little background – my name is Katie, I’m 18. 5’10” and 120 lbs, very slender with shoulder-length wavy dark blonde hair. I have a nice booty and bust for someone of my build.
Let’s call him Luke. I actually don’t know how old he is! He’s most likely in his early 30s. Luke is 6’1” with an athletic build, also with a dark blonde undercut. He’s very charming and always knows what to say.

We both work at a pretty busy restaurant. He’s a waiter and I’m a hostess. When I first started working there, I was 17, but I look older than I am – I look about 20. Me being pretty and tall and new, I got a lot of attention from the older male employees at the restaurant, most of which died off after they found out my actual age lol.
I turned 18 about a month into working there. Luke and I didn’t really interact too much in the beginning. I thought he was attractive, and he was pretty nice to me, but he acted that way towards everyone according to my coworkers, who also let me know that he had a long-term girlfriend.