Unknown Things Lurking in the Water Part 4 [F+18-19/M 45-55] [Alien][ScFi][Bondage][Exhib][Anal][fist][mc]

*Part 1, 2, 3 in profile, pinned.*

She woke in the blazing midday sun, nestled amongst the pine needles next to her clothes. Her phone buzzed angerly in the pile. She reached for it, groggy and delirious. “Hello…” she said hoarsely. “You know we don’t make you pay rent on break or expect much. But just taking off for 2 days without a word is ridiculous Katie!” her mother was practically screaming on the phone. “I like Megan and I don’t care if you guys want to catch up over break, just let us know so we don’t get worried. Now when are you coming home? You have work tomorrow, remember?” Katie was trying to process everything, shocked when her mother had said 2 days. Katie stammered an apology and promised she’d be back after work, her and Megan were going to spend another day together and she’d go to work from her house. She hung and sighed, falling back on the soft grass. She scrolled through her phone, finding a dozen texts from Megan: “Hey, ur mom is pissed! Told her u r here…” … “where r u? I didn’t think we had to cover anymore.” … “Katie, seriously…I mean it’s no big deal if you’re out for a guy, just let me know so I can get the story straight.” “This better be a damn good story girl…” they continued just like that. Katie looked at her clothes. She certainly couldn’t go home in her PJs. She looked at her phone. She hit send and called Megan. It took her several minutes to get her best friend to shut up, telling her that she needed some clothes. She gave Megan directions and waited.

Fixing her hangover [MF] [free use] [oral]

She was out all day yesterday drinking with friends, sending me increasingly drunk and horny messages as the hours passed. Home late, and straight to bed after forcing down a large glass of water.

So she’s going to need a little help this morning, once she finally wakes.

I hear some slow movement, so I judge that she’s ready for my patented hangover cure. Outside the bedroom door, I open reddit and find one of those subreddits that never fails to come up with inspiring images and gifs (you know the ones. r/nofanscouples or r/bdsmgw or r/deniedgirls or r/forcedorgasms).

A minute or two later of stroking and my excitement at what I’ve got planned is enough to have me ready to go.

I push open the door, naked and carrying a glass of berocca and some paracetamol (acetaminophen for y’all over there), my cock hard as a rock between them.

I place the glass and the tablets on the side, kiss her on the forehead and kneel next to her on the bed.

Air B and D Part 2 [F33][M49][bj][cheating]

You can read [Part 1 here](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/11u3awz/air_b_and_d_part_1_f33solo/).

*”You weren’t disturbing me,” I say, opening the door wider. I look him up and down and give him a wry smile. “Where’s your wood?”*

 

“It’s…” he starts. Something catches in his throat and he audibly swallows, pointing over his shoulder with his thumb. Behind him is an off-road cart with a pile of logs in the bed. “I’ll just, I mean if you’re not in the middle of something. I can come back, if…”

I look him over again because something’s not adding up. Sure, he’s already snuck a peek at my cleavage within the first thirty seconds we’ve been talking but to be honest, who wouldn’t? My tits are amazing even in a sweater. But there’s no guile, nothing on his face telling me that he knows how hard I’d just orgasmed. Maybe this isn’t my peeping Tom. What a shame. “Sure, bring it in,” I say sweetly and step back into the cottage.

He has to come in sideways with bundles of firewood under each arm and he looks like he stepped out of an LL Bean catalog. The sweat and panting before was probably from honest labor. “I’m sorry, I forgot to ask your name,” I say as I hand him a glass of cold water.

Dinner guest explodes for wife

This is a story based on a fantasy that I have (and yet to share w/my wife). Enjoy!

The party was winding down, we had some friends over for some food and drink. My wife was smiling and talking with everyone, making sure they had full plates and cups. I did the same, talking to the husbands and friends of friends.

One guy, Jeremy, was an interesting guy. He came with my buddy and his wife because he was vising from out of state. He was in medical sales, and often had to travel but would stay a few nights in towns where he had friends. He and I hit it off, similar sense of humor. We exchanges stories from our youth and college days, travel tales, and the like.

Jeremy has been all over, but loves Latin America and sorta gave me a “wink” as he was referring to having great times with some ladies.

“I’m really into latinas” he said.

I laughed. My wife is Latina so surely she caught his eye then.

People were heading for the doors until it was just me, my wife, and Jeremy. Jeremy chatted as he helped us clean up the place. Around midnight, he got ready to go…

Breaking Up [FMF]

During our second year of college Anne and I broke up. The stress of school and work, plus trying to move in together proved too much. We had a lot of acrimonious fights and finally called it quits.

But we couldn’t stop being around each other. It was never really planned, but we just always ended up at the same places at the same times.

So, when we both ended up at party together, it was no surprise. Anne came with a new friend, a girl named Lindsay. Lindsay was tall, blond and buxom. She had spent the last four years in Japan. She was nice, but really out of touch, socially. She didn’t have any of the same cultural references and her reactions to things always seemed…just different. As a result she was very shy. Coming to the party was Anne’s attempt to socialize Lindsay.

Despite our breakup Anne seemed really happy. I was not. I put on a brave face, talked to Anne, even flirted with Lindsay to make Anne happy, and drank myself stupid.

Tammi and the Bully – Part 3 (MF)

[Part 2 Here!](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/11vqe5g/tammi_and_the_bully_part_2_mf/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)

Tammi stepped out of the shower and reached for her towel as the steam that filled the bathroom swirled around her soft, damp skin. She dried herself off and threw the towel to the floor, confidently walking back into the bedroom and heading towards her closet. “What does one wear to confront a bully?” she asked herself. She looked at the small opened box that sat on her bedside table and smirked to herself, the thought of Rick sending her naughty underwear made her smile while at the same time confused her as she thought about his intentions. What was he hinting at by sending them to her? How did he think that this night was going to go? Tammi could only ponder on her actions and how she intended to achieve her goal of getting Rick, as confident and handsome he was, to stop bullying her son Timmy.

EST: The Outlaw Chapter 4 Part 2 of 2 (MF FF Violence Rape)

Pop…

I, we stared into each other’s eyes. I could feel the tension even before my cunt slapped his dick. Seizing my hips, holding me still while my pussy bucked forward for his cock!

Knowing that if Hernando caught me he could have my life ended like that. Especially cause this is his chica. His claim, his treasure, his… Fuck it and fuck him! Since chica had mounted me then he must not be able to satisfy her carnal lust. “You want to ride the Bull chica?” I questioned her intentions. “The Boss is not cuming after you is he?” My own sense of chivalry is shrinking by the moment. Lifting her up, till I could feel the air brush against my cock. Holding her up there as I stared at those big tits. Dropping her right on my cock which stood at an impressive twelve inches.

To feel what he, the Bull did was so wrong. To lift me up just by my waist and drop me on his cock while staring at my chest! Normally I would have slapped him! Butt the feel of his cock. The further I feel, the deeper his cock got! I could feel it pressing against my cervix. The pain and yet I wanted more!

EST: The Outlaw Chapter 4 Part 1 of 2 (MF FF Violence Rape)

“Hueles a puta fresca (You smell like a fresh whore)” my lick of her ear as I buried my nose in her hair. Dragging this puta (whore) back. My cock was already throbbing to unload in her tight… As I looked down, the simple ripped dress. The way her culo (ass) begged to hug my cock!
Dragging her back, back to the stockade. “You have the choice” I whispered into her caramel ear, “you either surrender or I shoot you senorita (Miss).” Opening the block so she could place her hands. Rubbing my cock against her ass, feeling the way her butt cheeks held my cock.

He had me at my horniest. I was so close to licking my cunt juices from Marie’s face. Invading her little talking cunt with my tongue. Only to have this pendejo (asshole) rip me back! Grudgingly I complied with what was laid out in front of me. Staring Marie in the eyes, pleading with her for her forgiveness. My eyes took on the saucer like appearance when I felt his cock stabbing forward!
Now I am one for anal sure. Butt trying to penetrate a tight little ass like mine without any lube or spit? “No!” I tried to bolt butt the stockade had me! “No, no! Please, spit on my asshole!” Tears were running down my face butt his maldito (fucking) dick rammed in anyways.

A Series of Letters: Brynn 1 – [29F, 31M, 30F, 33M, 33M][Infidelity, Dom/Sub, Punishment, Chastity]

{This is the first chapter in a series of erotic shorts. For a full list of the chapters, and other original Reddit posts, check out the pinned post on my profile u/rvaanonguy1}

Dear Andy,

Andy, Andy, Andy, Andy. Wow.

Writing your name instead of your nickname doesn’t make you tougher or intimidating.

Let me tell you: that letter is not what you want to write to keep a woman.

Look, Manny is boring. But he holds doors open. He’s sweet. He is a bit try-hard macho at times, but it’s not toxic like you can be. He’s respectful. If that’s boring, then boring is fucking hot. Boring can fuck me any time he wants.

That said, it isn’t Manny you need to worry about. Worry about Scott. It’s Scott’s thick, dark cock you’ve been jacking off to all these years, jealous that it fucked your wife before you could, as you said, “lock that down.”

Oh… Wait… She’s fucking Manny. I guess you never really “locked that down.”

I guess I should have mentioned two things: 1. This isn’t Tamara. 2. That you left with your letter box isn’t empty.

I [F] fucked my nerdy Indian neighbor.

I am an Italian girl who was known to be the college whore back in the days. Had a very tall (both ways) and hot boyfriend.

One day my laptop died when I was supposed to take a very important exam next day. All my notes and study material were stored in that laptop. I was screwed and the only way out I could think of was seeking the help of this nerdy neighbor who lived next door. I never actually talked to him before that, and he was a true definition of mid. This guy was an Indian student majoring in Automobile engineering here. Had very few friends and evidently used to spend most of his time studying.

I grabbed my laptop and knocked his door. He opened really really late. When he saw me, he was evidently shocked. I told him that I needed help and he welcomed me in. It didn’t take very long for him to start working on my laptop. It was getting really long, so I offered him if I could get us something to eat. He nodded and asked me to just toss some beer from his refrigerator.