Wedding reception Part 07 (M/S incest)

Vanessa woke up the next day, horny and ready to put her plan into action. Before any of that, she needed to get off, and with her legs spread wide, butt plug stuffed up where it belonged, and her wand vibrator, she worked over her steaming cunt, imagining Scott, her son was between her legs, riding her with pussy filling plunges, the wand vibrator making her cum and cum again, until she slumped down, after 4 orgasms had shaken her to the core.

After a shower, she texted Connor and asked him to meet her for lunch at the 5 Spot Diner. Just after 11 AM, they sat down at a table, and Vanessa had questions.

“Connor, I want to get Scott to fuck me again, I can’t stop thinking about it. So how do I text him without him seeing that’s it’s my phone?”

“Auntie, it’s easy, just get a burner phone. It’s a cheap, prepaid mobile phone that you can destroy or discard when you no longer need it. Hence the term burner. It’s a great tool for privacy reasons. Or, if you prefer, you can get a burner SIM card, a cheap, prepaid SIM card that you can insert into another phone. You can plan on only using the SIM card for a limited period of time and not linking it to your real identity.”

The amateur who went pro [FM]

I don’t even believe this story. This is the closest I came to a celebrity hookup, even though he was barely a celebrity and we barely hooked up.

I was friends with a few people on my football team when I was in college and wound up at a couple of their parties. It was fun because I always looked very, very tiny in pictures.

One night my roommate and I went to one of these after a big game and everyone got fucking lit. I’ve never seen energy like.

I was in the kitchen when a random dude comes in and asks if I want to take shots. I shrug and pour us one and we start talking. I did notice a few people buzzing around, but I didn’t think much of it I ask his name and he laughs because he legitimately thinks I’m joking. When I stare at him blankly he’s like, “Oh, my bad.”

As it turns out he was one of our better players. He ended up going pro for a while. I’m just an idiot.

“Oh shit, I did not realize you were so… tall.”

This One Time… At Sex Camp… [MF]

Hello friends. I’m a total aspie spazz who wasn’t getting laid much, but instead of becoming a whiny incel bitch I discovered a week-long Kink & BDSM camping trip event and bought myself a ticket. Here’s wuh happun…

**— Intro —**

This event was held at a private camp site in a secluded, removed area impossible for “vanillas” to spy on or even get near accidentally. Names and locations will obviously not be provided and individuals will be referred to with nicknames.

This was a full blown professional camp ground. There was a main lodge, a kitchen and meal hall, a pool, and (most graciously) public restrooms with toilets and showers. There were basketball courts repurposed with metal frames for doing rope play and other suspension stuff. One area of the camp grounds had a collection of pole marquee tents outfitted with carpeted floors and several open futons and tantra chairs; these were the *sex tents.* Tote bins of laundered bed sheets sat alongside supply tables stocked with condoms and lube. Find a hottie, take an open bed, throw on some fresh linens, and have fun! Or just take an empty seat and watch politely. There was always at least one couple in the throes of pleasure at this complex. It was a voyeur’s paradise.

[MF] Summer with Sherry – Two Virgins

Skip to (—–FAST FORWARD) if you’re only interested in sex.

I (M20) met my first girlfriend, Sherry (F18), at a friend’s Christmas party. A party makes it sound really exciting, but it was mainly a group of 15 Asian weebs who were trying to be cool and get in some underaged drinking. It started off pretty vanilla with party games plus beer. As the night progressed, I found myself catching glances at Sherry a lot during the games.

For some imagery… I was 6’1 and 140lbs. I’m lanky, but dressed well that night with a sweater over a dress shirt & jeans. Sherry was a shawty with a cute booty at 5’2 and 110lbs, but that wasn’t what captivated me at first. She had nice plump lips and a great smile as well as beautiful almond shaped eyes. I felt her looking at me a lot throughout the night as well.

So I said earlier that it started off pretty tame, that’s until we brought out the mixes. The Orange-vod-juice-ka (The Office reference) was really hitting us quick and hitting us hard. Our bunch of weebs starting getting loud and ratchet. Then what took a turn for the worst was when someone started pouring straight shots. Half of the group was nearly passed out at this point, but Sherry was still going for more with the other half. She was stumbling and definitely at her limit.

[MF] Sleeping with asshole neighbours wife

Was house sharing in Cardiff (Wales) when covid hit. My housemates decided to move home as the lease was up in June. Because I didn’t know anyone else in the city and the rent here is mental, I spoke to my boss who was already onboard with home working, and decided to move to a small house in a smaller Welsh village to save money and be nearer nature/quiet places.

Some background about me – I’m, late 20s, 5’10, I cycle, run and climb so in pretty good shape. I’m an accountant and at this point had decided to do a masters in contemporary history. So into outdoors, learning, and a white collar job – which is some important context.

It’s A Man’s World, But Space Belongs To The Women: Chapter 2 [mf][preg][sci-fi]

Sarah had given me enough time to take a shower, and then grab a bite to eat, but as I chewed my way through a flash-frozen lasagne, she hovered in the peripheral before finally sitting down in front of me, with her omnipresent tablet. “Y’know, the lasagne… Not the world’s greatest.” I said, trying to tear off a bit of the cheesey bit. Sarah smiled, and nodded. “We tried our best to cater to your preferences while we’re still setting up the operations, but plants take time to grow, obviously, and the chefs are due with the hospitality unit, so for now, we’re going to have to live off the frozen stuff. If it makes a difference, they got you real beef.” I nodded. Indeed it did- it brought back memories of my twentieth birthday, when I had had a whole chile con carne to myself. “It’s good. Just not the world’s greatest, is all I was trying to say. Not that I’m ungrateful, or anything.” Words came spilling out, and Sarah brushed her hair out of her face as she laughed. “I’ll make sure that the first dish you get when the fresh produce comes next week is hot out of the oven.” It was hard to keep track of all of the things that were still yet to come- even now, it felt like a city- hundreds of domes, with desire paths in the moss having formed a rough template for where the pavements would be placed, eventually. There had even been angry passive aggressive notes about wiping shoes “because of biohazards”. It was easy to forget that it was still early days yet.

[FM] Gf and Itook a break for a few weeks and she said she gave her friend a footjob

We’re both in our early 20s and in college. She said that her family friend who’s 18 has always been into her feet and that he came over for dinner. She said he kept starring at her feet since she was wearing sandals and had recently gotten a pedicure. She said fuck it and asked him to go to her room. They had to be quick since his family doesn’t stick around too much after when they have dinner. So she just straight up asked if he liked her feet and if he wanted a footjob but over his boxers. Mind you she hasn’t given me a footjob in about a year. Apparently he got hard pretty quick and agreed to her proposal. So he unbuttoned and slipped his jeans below his crotch revealing his boner under his boxers. She went to work and after a while he said it kinda hurt a little. So she made an executive decision and just told him to slide his boxers off and just give him a footjob on his bare dick. She said it was kinda different since he is circumcised and said she had to keep spitting on her hand to get his dick lubed up so it wouldn’t hurt. He lasted 2 minutes tops after that is what she said. I wasn’t sure why she told me this and honestly I was surprised how I was filled with jealousy but also a little horny. I asked her how big he was and she said he was a couple inches bigger than me but not girthy at all which I guess made me feel better…I guess the fact she was so casual about it made it sound sexier than it was. Also this is our first break in about a year and half relationship. Im the first person to introduce her to feet also so this was her first time doing it with someone else.

Academia V [MF] [Bondage] [Tired Sex] [Overstimulation] [Loving]

This is a bit of a filler chapter, a bit slow paced for a change because continuity demands it. That and because I’ve been busy defending my plot on r/place this weekend.

Missed the previous chapters?

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[IV.](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/tq05ac/academia_iv_mf_deepthroat_facefucking_romance_bdsm/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share)

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It had been several days since the end of their deal. Muriel had spent a couple of those nights beneath silk sheets and wrapped in Elliott’s arms. They had grown accustomed to each other’s company. Elliott began to associate Muriel with the nostalgic scent of an opera house lost to time, with subtle hints of bergamot, jasmine, and rose. Muriel could always sense tinges of sandalwood and spritzes of citrus lingering around Elliott’s body. Within a matter of days, she felt like she knew her way through each curl of his body, and he felt like he knew exactly where the seams of her being were stitched.

Zane’s secret life and Amber’s secret (part 5) [trans][shower play]

Chapter 5. It’s not a dream.
(FYI This one gets a little, let’s say kinky but if your into it let me know lol)

His eyes open his vision is clouded, then he sits up sharply. His mind starts racing. Was that all a dream? Am I still stuck in the uphill battle with myself over my sorrow and rage over the needless death of the man, who was my hero, With no positive relief in sight? Am I still alone, not letting anyone see the constant struggle I’m in keeping myself strong? Is my mother still convinced that I’m trying to die? Most importantly is she real this time or have I been dreaming again this entire time?

ASMODAL INN: PART SIX [ff][mf][strapon][voyeur][emotional]

ASMODAL INN

PART SIX

Previous chapters: [1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/tjxe3g/asmodal_inn_part_one/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3) [2](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/tojmam/asmodal_inn_part_two_publicexhibmile/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3) [3](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/tsql40/asmodal_inn_part_three/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3) [4](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/tu4nvm/asmodal_inn_part_four/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3) [5](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/twh9jk/asmodal_inn_part_five/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)

Jake rushed up the stairs. He needed to talk to his wife. Had she really seen everything on a CCTV feed in the room? Had Duane set him up? And for what? he didn’t know.

He put his hand on the door and started to open it. It flew out of his hand and two arms flew around him and bare d-cup breasts pressed into his chest.

“Oh my god, honey.” Amber cried into his neck as she held him tight. “I am so sorry you found out that way. I should have been more honest with you from the start. I just couldn’t think of how to tell you.”

“It’s ok, Amber. I had some time to think and to… um… process. I forgive you.”

“Well, here I am, your slut wife. Are we okay?”

“No!.. WE are more than okay.” He pressed his parted lips to hers and felt her accept his tongue into her mouth as more tears started to wet her cheeks as their tongues got reacquainted.