St. Lucia [Str8][fmM][cuck]

My new wife and I are on St. Lucia for our honeymoon. New wife….still sounds odd. We had no reservations because we are going to “wing it”, and because it’s the low season for tourism on the cusp of hurricane season. We caught a cab from the airport to the far side of the island and checked out a couple of resorts. We settled on the cheaper one that fits our newlywed budget. It still had a small pool overlooking the Caribbean.

Our first night there we climbed onto the big bed under the mosquito net and I gave her everything I had for 5 minutes. I’m no Casanova, but it’s loud and it’s fast. We did it again in the morning, cause hey, it’s our honeymoon, right? For our first full day on the island, we headed out to the beach. We cruised down the beach to its secluded end and laid out our blanket.

My first time writing an erotic story. I had some time at work. “Going to your Ex’s Party” [reluc]

Tina was feeling nervous. The party was in less than an hour and she still wasn’t sure she should be going. It had been a few years now since she’d seen a few of her old friends that would be there. Mick, her boyfriend of two years, was also coming and it would be the first time most of her old friends had met him. Sandy would be there and this made Tina most nervous. They hadn’t been together for so long, they’d seen each other a few times since and it was always polite but still awkward. Sandy had been seeing Sally for even longer than she had been seeing Mick but somehow there was still a tension between them. She glanced at Mick in the background of her mirror and laughed as he nearly fell over pulling on a sock. At least she looked good. She hadn’t dressed up in a while so she went all out. A little strapless black dress, heels, push up bra, red lipstick, heavy eyeliner and she’d curled her hair. She’d gained a little weight recently so she filled out the dress more than she had a few years ago. She’d lost a lot of weight after her break-up. She couldn’t help but feel she was dressing exactly as Sandy had liked her to. She remembered how easy Sandy had been able to manipulate her and wondered if he still had some sort of influence on her. She shrugged to herself, then went downstairs and necked a glass of wine to try and settle her nerves.

Meeting for the first time, the extended version [MF] [BD] [sm] [D/s] [spank]

[NB: I posted the first half of this story a ways back, but I'm including it again here for context, so if it seems familiar, keep reading.]

I'm disappointed because you can't come up here, and I'm trying to manage my feelings. I try to let myself feel the disappointment, temper it with rational thoughts. I'm concerned because negative feelings often turn to apathy, and I want to hold onto this. I don't want to tell you I'm disappointed because I'm not sure it's appropriate for me to care, and I don't know if you, like me, get weary when someone cares too quickly. As a compromise to myself, I jokingly say that we should meet in Havana instead, a throwback to my initial message to you. You say, "make it Kingston, and we'll take a puddle hopper." So we do, and you fly the plane. I don't know where or how the arrangements were made for the plane, but it's just me and you.

Shadows in the Light: Chapter I [Steampunk] [Fantasy] [M] [F] [Oral] (x-post from r/erotica and r/sexystories)

This is the first chapter of a steampunk erotica I'm writing for my SO. I'm looking for some feedback if that's okay.

Just to give everyone the heads up: the sex in this chapter is very light (there's only some guy on girl oral) because I'm intending on things heating up further into the novel.


Angelica Wilson-Smythe watched the setting sun stain the clouds with vivid streaks of pink and orange. Even through her amber goggles, she had to narrow her grey eyes against the glare. Her blonde hair became burnished copper, matching the decking and tubes snaking through the vast zeppelin BRS Valiant.

She closed her eyes and wished, not for the first time, that the Council of Masters hadn’t selected her for this expedition. They had their reasons, she was sure, but whatever portents they had read were beyond her ken: her meditations had shown nothing but fire and devastation in her future.

Regardless, the Masters wouldn’t have entrusted this to her if they didn’t think her capable. She opened her eyes and sighed, letting as much tension bleed from her body as possible.

My First time, Twice. Part 4 [mff]

It was a bit of an awkward prediciment. I had S held tight against me, our naked perspiring bodies against each other on the makeshift bed, while at the same time I was lying on my front and licking F who lay before me. S was lower down with her head at my shoulder height, so she wasn't getting in the way but I can't imagine it was the best place she could have been. She seemed to be watching me and my tongue attack F's slit.

It's at this point I should explain, I would later be told that F had had a really sheltered childhood. She didn't know anything about genitals, sex, naked bodies, dildos any of it. That past summer had been a sexual revolution for her as she started to get exposure to all of this in an overwhelming wave. but she just swam with it, and wanted to see how deep it goes. In the weeks I had been dating S and having minor sexual incounters, F had begged her for details. S was a bit more clued in, even a bit slutty for her age so she had plenty to explain, and the stories about what she had done with me. I guess F had fantasied, and that's why we caught her watching us. Anyway on one of their sleepovers it turns out F's curiousity led them to some exploration and fingering each other. So they were a bit used to each other's naked bodies and otherwise wouldn't have been so easy about what was going on.

[F]emale white rapper/hippy/sex worker is pretty awesome. Part 1 of 2

This story is kind of hard to write because its 2 different days but the girl is the same so I'll do my best to sound coherent.

So a couple months ago I met this girl at my favorite bar. We made eye contact across the room and I knew it was on. So I went over made my move, danced, kissed, blah blah blah until closing time came around. It was interesting because her older sister was actually hosting that specific night at the bar and her older brother (who is deaf), I rarely even meet the family of women I date so this was weird. Especially meeting her brother who was dressed more conservatively than this particular spot entails. Its especially weired for me because I have a little sister coming of age and I realized that i definitely do not want to party with her because I don't want to see her running into guys like me chatting her up, the thought boils my blood. Anyways, when we decided to go to my home together she eventually lied to him saying she was going over another friend's house and I was a friend of that friend, her sister was more liberal and didn't care either way. Funny little side story was that we shared an Uber with a group of random girls going the same way because she mistakenly jumped into the wrong car and the girls that actually ordered it said fuck it and road with us. This drive was funny because the topic of her being a rapper came up and she got compared to Iggy Azalia and these were a group of black girls so the tease was real.

[M/F] The one that got away

First proper wall of text so go easy on me.

This was a while back but one of the best experiences of my life, hence why i am trying to put this into words.

This goes back to the days of college for me, a chance to reinvent myself after being a fairly "normal" guy in secondary school. Being known as a funny guy, the class clown and a guy that everyone knew but didn't quite fit in.

In college i decided the best way forward for me was to embrace the tough guy persona when in reality, i wasn't. I was from a notoriously rough area but i had always kept myself out of trouble and generally consider myself to be a nice guy.

Others however, did not see it this way. Especially as i was now going to a college that others saw as upper class. Things started out fairly normal for the first few weeks but eventually i was getting too fed up of the girls and how posh and stuck up they seemed.

So last night escalated quickly 21F & older M

I went out last night for a friend's birthday and we were in a local club at around 3am, I told them I was shooting off to the toilet but I'd be right back and as soon as I did, everything went to shit!

I did take about 15 minutes but when I came back they were nowhere to be found and while I was looking around to see if I could see them anywhere, this guy caught my attention. He came over to ask if I was lost and I told him that I wasn't, but my friends were aha I asked him if he'd come outside with me while I rang them to see where they'd gone.

I didn't know the guys name at this point but he seemed nice enough and I just wanted some company if I couldn't end up finding them. First friend I rang didn't answer so I started to panic and rung another, she picked up and told me that the first girl threw up just outside the club and got kicked out so they all took her to a taxi and got in with her to make sure she got home okay, it'd be nice if they cared about me as much!

What it’s like to have your best friend help you out of jeans two-sizes-too-small and fuck him right after. (F/M)

Another week-late post and I don’t even know if my grammar is right in most of the parts but brace yourselves for another long one!!

Mark's grandma died Wednesday, September 30, and he's been feeling pretty down about it all. It hurts to see him that way. The guy's my best friend. He's always, always laughing; he laughs when he's making fun of himself, he laughs when he runs, he laughs when he's in class, he laughs even during sex. When you listen to his voice it's like he has a permanent laugh in it. But he wasn't like that this week.

Here's another thing you should know about Mark: he has (had) only one grandparent left alive, and that was his grandma on his dad's side. He never met the other three. Both his parents are doctors. Both surgeons. Both still working despite their old age. Mark has five older brothers and one younger sister – all of them were pretty much raised by his grandma. If you check his phone, most of the time he’s texting his family, his grandma especially.

You make me expose myself while you stroke yourself on the subway. exhib, m-solo, voy, dom play, humil, reluc, M/ftM

I've been encountering stories of men who like to jack off on the subway. I want to find one of you.

I want you to sit across from me in an empty car and stare at me until I'm terrified. Your face breaks into a delicious smirk and I'm completely thrown off balance. Then you to shift your hips forward to the edge of the seat and sprawl in front of me, with your hard cock pulsing against your jeans. You get harder and I see your cock twitch as you watch my cheeks flush and I part my mouth in shock. I can't hide my arousal from you, it's too intense. You dominate the entire space and fill my senses with your presence. Your scent wafts forward and I taste you on the air. My heart is pounding.

You casually unbutton your jeans and it becomes hard to breath. You slide your zipper down and your cock juts out, riveting my attention. Of course you don't have anything on underneath. You chuckle as I finally suck in a breath of air and slowly, you wrap your fingers around your shaft. My mouth snaps shut. I long to taste you.