Tag: Straight

Becoming Jimmy’s (part 6) [MF][Pictures]

*This is a continuation of a series based around a summer party. You can find other entries here: [part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/u9ujqw/summer_party_beer_run/), [part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/ubpjxv/out_for_a_jog/), [part 3](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/ucdrik/fantasy_and_megan_arrives_masturbationffconsensual/), [part 4](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/ug6a6k/the_summer_party_mfstrippingpicturesdubious/), [part 5](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/uge4yn/after_the_party_mfsexpicturesfacial/).*

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“Wow, you look fantastic!” Jimmy said, grinning mischievously as he opened the door.

“Thanks!” I replied, never doubting the outfit I had picked would have this effect, my orange long sleeve crop top showing off my shoulders (and white bra straps), white shorts barely covering my ass highlighting the length of my legs. I waited there on the doorstep, smiling foolishly as Jimmy stood in the doorway, blocking my entry to his house, drinking me in hungrily without shame.

“Sorry,” he finally said as he stepped out of the way, “come on in.”

My heart fluttered as I floated past him, his scent filling my nose and the brief feeling of his bare arm brushing against me generating shocks of electricity that coursed through me.

I wanted him so badly it hurt.

“Head straight in to the living room, I’ll be there in a second,” Jimmy said as he closed the door. Read more »

My first hotwife experience [MF]

A few years ago I was in a London pub on a Friday night and wound up talking to Kiera. She was dressed well, classic black number, gold ear rings and a delicate necklace that subtly drew the attention down. She had a great figure, full and curvy, and was a little older than me which was a nice surprise. I’d always had a thing for older women but never really got the chance to talk to them.

My friends had moved on to the next bar so we were left alone. The conversation was fun. She was eloquent and witty, and things were getting a little bit flirty. She explained she was visiting for work, asked me what the dating scene was like in london and wanted fun stories about nights out.

We’d been sharing a bottle of Malbec and carefully inching closer to each other as the night meandered on, and it was only when she went to pay that I noticed a flash of silver on her left ring finger.

“Is that a wedding ring?” I asked, slightly shocked.

“It is,” she replied with a hint of a smile. Read more »

The Voyeur. Part 3

Dave stood in the entrance for a moment, his hair still damp from the shower, lightly disheveled. He was wearing his usual athletic shorts and T-shirt, but also had his glasses on. I can’t remember seeing him in his glasses before. It lended a professorial look to him that, in complete honesty, only deepened my already dizzying attraction.

He entered with a smile, then turned and locked the shed door, leaning against it with a sigh.

“Do you see my problem now, Leah? She can barely even satisfy me.” He frowned before shrugging and crossing the short distance between us. He stopped right in front of me, so close that I could feel the warmth radiating from him, smell his soap.

“I have so much to give, Leah. So much.” I thought at first he was going to kiss me, and my breath caught in my chest. Instead, he turned and waved his hand, saying, “But we’ll get to that.” I watched him. I really wasn’t sure what he wanted from me now. My body was still tingling from everything I had seen and the little bit of touching I had been able to do. I was aching for release, but didn’t want to break whatever spell kept this going. Read more »

The time [M]y [F]iance gave me a handjob while driving. [MF]

My fiancé (now wife of 25 years) and I had gone over to one of her work colleagues house for dinner. It was a fun evening and good food. We got ready to leave and my fiancé told me that she would drive since I had had a few drinks.
We started our drive home, which was a lot of dark back roads. We were just chatting away and then she reached over and began to rub my inner thigh and slowly moving her hand to my dick. She began to fumble with the button and I offered to help her since she was driving. I undid my jeans then she told me to pull them down more. I pulled my jeans and boxers down to my knees.
Her hand moved back to my crotch and she began to softly play with my dick. As I got harder, she started stroking me. It felt incredible (I still love her touch). I told her to not start anything she won’t finish. She told me that she would finish and wants me to cum for her. She continued to stroke me and began telling me to “cum for her” and to “shoot my load all over her hand and my cock”.
She kept driving while stroking my dick, occasionally reaching down to play with my balls. I had leaned the seat back and was enjoying this to the fullest. She continued to encourage me and talk dirty to me, telling me how hard I was and how much she likes to jerk my cock. I told her I was getting close and she was going to make me cum. She kept going, “cum for me”, “blow your wad”, “I want you to cum now “. My cock swelled and my balls tightened up, cum shot straight up landing on my stomach. She kept stroking me and now it’s even better as she used my cum as a lubricant and focused on getting all of my cum. I began to giggle as my orgasm subsided and she was still playing with my dick. She rubbed my cum all over my crotch.
When I was done she moved her hand away and I pulled my pants back up. I told her as a thank you that I would take care of her when we got home. She said, “yes you will”.

[MF] I Gave My Sister’s Pregnant Friend A Massage, And She Wanted MUCH More

Hello. As my username hints, my name is Alex. I’m in my mid-20s, and for the most part, my life has been somewhat mundane. I haven’t gone viral. I didn’t shoot a game-winning three pointer in high school. I’m not some multi-millionaire tech entrepreneur, and the only “Paris” I’ve been to was located in Texas.

Safe to say, I certainly do not deserve to have a memoir written about me. With that being said, something unexpected happened to me a couple months ago, and I think the story is worthy of this sub.

I moved out of my hometown when I was 22. I went from small-town to big city, and honestly, I’ve enjoyed it for the most part. I’m not a huge fan of the pollution and the constant sound of sirens and helicopters, but at some point, you kinda grow fond of them. Even the strong smell of urine on the sidewalk has a sorta, “Aw, shucks,” vibe to it now. Read more »

Fooling around with [m]y [f]riend in front of others without their knowledge

I knew Sarah through work. We both worked a service job and loved commiserating on how rude some customers could be or how much of an unapologetic asshole our boss was. I had a solid group of friends who would hang out most Fridays, sometimes Sat and Sunday too. It was only natural that eventually Sarah joined in.

We got along well at work and we got along well outside of work! What did surprise me was how often she ended up sitting next to me when we played board games or how often we shared a couch. At first, I thought nothing of it, but it did get me thinking. Maybe she was interested? One such Friday night 6 of us were around the table drinking and playing cards. She got up to grab another beer and without even trying her ass put on a show in her tight jeans. I was buzzing so I’m sure my eyes lingered longer than they should have. If she noticed or cared, she didn’t let on. Beer in hand she returned to her seat next to me and plopped herself down. In so doing, she stretched out her legs under the table and wouldn’t you know it, her foot ended up resting on top of mine. Emboldened by the booze, I didn’t move my foot away. But neither did she! Maybe she thought it was someone else’s foot? We sat like that for a while as the game and conversation continued. I watched her eyes to see if she was making eyes at anyone else, perhaps mistaking my foot for theirs. I found nothing. So I enjoyed her touch. It lasted as long as I could manage but eventually I had break the seal. I knew when I got up and moved my foot she would know, without a doubt that it was me. So I did. Again, her face betrayed no thoughts. Read more »

Vampire Omicron: Chapter 4 – The Dorm Room (Part 1/2, slightly censored version) [M/ff][rape][slow start][armpits][feet][blood][death][harem] READ DISCLAIMERS

[Start at chapter 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/skq9sq/vampire_omicron_chapter_1_home_invasion_part_12/)

Links to all my stories and more chapters to this story are in comments.

*New strain of COVID, I’m now a disgusting perverted vampire. In this one, I sniff and creep around a college dorm while two girls sleep. Then I rape, kill, and feed on them.*

DISCLAIMERS

I’m just trying to help with these disclaimers! I don’t want to spring things on anyone. My writing includes very dark themes and is SUPPOSED to be gross and wrong, which is what makes it so thrilling to write! You SHOULD feel icky reading it, which is why I consider it HORROR! I try to creep myself out as I write, getting into the mindset of a perverted VILLAIN. I do not condone any of the things I write about!

All characters are 18+.This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to events, locales, or persons living or dead is purely coincidental.

FETISHES/WARNINGS

-Death / Blood / Murder (I mean it’s a vampire, I’m going for it, but I keep it minimal)

-Creeping around (lots of this, sorry if it’s boring)

-Slow start, builds to brutal ending Read more »

Blackmailed into fucking her colleagues: [MMMMf] [Noncon] [Blackmail]

Jessica snapped a photo of herself in the mirror. She had just gotten out of the shower, and had her hair wrapped in a towel. She was otherwise nude. “Just a little treat for Scott,” she thought, snapping a couple of different angles. She got a look at the time out of the corner of her eye and realized that she was VERY late for work. She quickly hit send on her two favourites- one with her squeezing one of her perfect nipples, and the other with her leg up on the counter, fully exposing her cute pussy- smiling to herself as she imagined the kind of reaction that Scott would have when he received them at work.

Jessica’s day continued on as usual; she was interning at a large communications firm and spent a large chunk of her day writing copy. It was somewhat boring work, but the internship provided invaluable networking opportunities for her career. She was a little surprised that she hadn’t yet gotten a text back from Scott, but assumed that perhaps he was just having a busy day. It was for this reason that she didn’t understand why Mark stopped by her office. Read more »

[MF] Finding my first cumslut in my final year at uni (Part 1)

TL;DR During my final year at uni, I spent most of my time fucking one of my course mates who I’d been close to for years and I’d never know how big of a cumslut she was. Part 1 is the story of the first time we fucked and me discovering how much she loved cum.

In my final year at uni, I became increasingly close to one of my course mates, we’d been friends since uni started but we shared a lot of the same lectures this year, our friendship was always flirty but nothing ever happened between us, we’d been drunk together countless times and anyone of those times something could of happened. Read more »

an afternoon with Giselle. [f][f][m] a work in progress, make a suggestion.

The morning after my amazing night with Gio I woke up around ten-ish, the sun shining through the double patio doors that led to a small but functional balcony, I stretched and smiled as a few choice memories flashed through my mind.

I had a quick shower and freshened up while the coffee brewed, then took a mug out on to the balcony. The sea was on the other side of the property so my view was of the mountains and above the flower garden, there can’t be many places as pleasant as here to wake to. I had some breakfast sent up as I thought about visiting the beach that Giselle had mentioned the previous evening.

I changed out of my t-shirt and shorts in to a fairly modest bikini (as modest as bikini‘s get) with a flowery pattern, a sarong, also a bit flowery, wrapped around my waist sitting just beneath my belly button, some canvas and string flip flop’s and a big, floppy straw hat to top the outfit. The owner of the B&B was kind enough to pack me a lunch so with that I set off towards the coast road. Read more »