Sharing the Pleasure [FM] [Reclaiming, Sharing] – Part 1

A chat friend shared a scenario with me and I found it appealing and exciting. He suggested that we write a story together, from our own perspectives. I’ve woven the first part of our chat together here.

**Part 1.**

We’ve been vacationing together, somewhere new to both of us. We’ve spent the last few days getting to know each other more, both emotionally and physically. We’ve got private jokes, know waking and sleep routines, and have learned when “that touch” means we have to go back to the room and be together. Now.

One night you ask if I’d like to explore being shared, being pleasured by another man. No pressure, and you’ll be there to keep me safe. I confess that I’ve been thinking about it and tell you I’d like to try it. Even saying that feels sexy to me.

That night, I dress carefully and thoughtfully. Even the act of sliding on my thong, or slipping my feet into my boots feels like foreplay. I ask for your approval of my choices: black wrap dress, high boots, lacy black bra and thong. My hair is up, exposing my neck. Long earrings tickle my neck as I move my head. You adjust the wrap on the dress, exposing just a bit more of my cleavage, making me blush, though I don’t pull it back in place.

[MF] My birthday night ends in a threesome. Part 3

On our way home from the restaurant my wife told me she had a last little surprise for my birthday. When I pulled onto our street I could see a car in my driveway. Immediately I recognized it as our girlfriends car. [My wife is bi and on our journey to live more open lives we have taken 2 girlfriends and 1 boyfriend]

I know right away my night is going to be amazing. As we pull in our gf gets out of her car looking amazing. A tight black tank top sticks to her 34EE all natural breasts, and tight jeans show her nice tight ass perfectly.

I’m ready to just run right inside and get down to it but my wife slows me down. We get inside and start with a few drinks to loosen up [like I need it]. We turn up some music and my wife and GF start dancing with eachother. While dancing they start talking about all the things I had my wife do today and they were talking about how hot it all was.

Hell Has Come to the Kingdom of Azania [M/F]

*This is my first foray into erotic literature. I’ve not had much practice in this format. Warning: the story contains scenes of a male/female (Succubus) interaction; I had a much easier time working under the umbrella of erotic horror.*

The wagon sped along the road, cutting through the night with nary a concern for where the horses, broken now into a terrified sprint, were going—only one thought drove the driver forward…*escape.*

A single lantern, mounted atop the wagons’ barrel, sent a halo of golden light a few feet up the path, just enough to illuminate the way back to camp; he needed to warn the captain before it was too late!

Hell had come to the kingdom of Azania.

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Captain Fvelt folded a scroll of parchment and placed it neatly atop the ever growing pile on his desk. Another report, another unexplained disappearance at the southern border, with the locals laying the blame at the feet of demons. Demons!

“Damn superstitious southerners,” he growled.

I Fucked 2 different Tinder hookups on the same day [FM]

I got out of a ten year relationship at the end of last year and I’m now making up for lost time!

I’ve gotten kinda obsessed with Tinder. I know most people are over it now but the whole dating app thing is totally new to me and I’ve been using it regularly to see all kinds of different guys. But this weekend I kinda wanted to try something new. Something probably stupid but that at least I could say I tried it. Hooking up with two different guys on the same day!

I always say the same thing when I match with guys – that I’m recently out of a really long term relationship and am just looking for fun dates and fun times for now. It still surprises me how many guys immediately respond with offering a hookup but I’ve stopped being so surprised by how often I reply with a ‘sure!’ :D

On Sunday I said sure twice.

I met Jacob for an early coffee and walk. I saw him coming from a mile away as even though I knew he was going to be tall he was REALLY fucking tall! By the time he’d bought me coffee I already knew it was going to happen so rather than walk around the park we just walked straight back to my place.

From art show to bedroom (M4F)

There was something about the warm night air, the soft glow of the lighting, the wine being catered, the rumbling murmur of the crowd milling about the exhibit. New to town, I was stretching my socializing skills, hoping to meet a buyer for my paintings and had been happening upon open (and closed) exhibits throughout the area.

My curiosity in buyers was not straight forward since I didn’t have any pieces hung in any of the local shows; rather, my plan was to approach parties interested in pieces similar to my own style and discuss the work.

We hadn’t met before that night, but I’d seen you at another show across town the weekend before. I tried to reign in my imagination before it painted your silhouette, but I wasn’t quick enough. A well balanced women, not stilted on heels, not overdone in makeup, not necessarily even focused on the art in front of her. I approached in my usual way, but you had none of it. The frame of the painting was what caught your eye; perhaps a frame would better suit the seller. I enjoyed musing with you, exploring the often neglected ideas that generic crowds repeat at every show. Coffee sounded nice; you agreed.

Straight woman made to do lesbian things

Hi, I was wondering if you people could help me find stories in which straight (or mostly straight) woman are forced into lesbian situations. Well my issue is that I am not sure where to look for, or what exactly to google. Because if I search for “forced lesbian” I get the extreme humiliation stories that I am not a fan of.

I just want a good story where a straight woman is made to do lesbian things against her will without it being to extreme… For example two girls making a bet, knowing that they will dislike the outcome is in my opinion okay because both parts accepted the bet knowing the consequences. But extreme blackmail is imo not very sexy.

Now I am not a complete lazy leech, so here is a story I have found: [LOSING THE SUPER BOWL 2015](https://www.literotica.com/s/losing-the-super-bowl-2015)

>A young woman learns not to bet on the Super Bowl.

it’s a story about two girls betting on the super bowl which ends with one of them going down on the other. I like it because it’s not too extreme.

>OK, I was way drunker than I should have been.

Last Minute Lockdown Accomodation with Four Other Girls and I Got Caught With My Cock In My Hand Pt 3 – Emily’s Bluetooth Vibrator lead to my first Threesome [M] [F] [F]

A month after our first encounter and Emily and I had grown quite a bit closer, we knew the other girls knew about us but it was past the point where anyone actually cared. Lockdown fever had well and truly kicked in, everyone was going slightly stir crazy and Amber had actually told Emily in private that she’d masturbated over the sound of us fucking one night.

She didn’t know I knew of course, but Emily couldn’t resist telling me because she found it hot. In fact the more we did stuff the riskier she wanted to be, I swear she wanted us to be walked in on.

I also found it incredibly hot btw. Like I said, Amber was always my favourite but she’s got a long term boyfriend who sadly doesn’t live with us… Haha sadly for him anyway.

One day in August, Emily got a parcel delivered, this wasn’t abnormal, given the situation we would all prefer to order stuff rather than head out. What was different this time was that Emily ran to the door and then headed straight to her room with her bright pink parcel under her arm.

The Business Deal – Part 1 – [MF] [MF] [Seduction][Cheating][Non-consensual consent][Swapping]

This is my first long story. It was experiment for someone and decided to post here to see reaction. This damn thing got way too long, I mean like, it’s over a hundred pages in my Google doc. It is more like a damn novella, but if it is well received I will post more and see where it goes. Thank you for reading.

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“I’m sorry, you…what?”

Ben was confused, shocked, and dizzy. He was trying to process what was happening and he wasn’t doing a very good job. When he had walked into his boss’s office a few minutes ago he thought it was to talk about a project. Instead, his boss had proposed something so outrageous that he was having trouble believing if it was real.

“I think it’s pretty straightforward,” his boss said.

He leaned back into his chair and regarded Ben in a cool and even gaze.

“I want to spend the weekend with your wife. In return, I will promote you and give you a bonus. I think that is pretty clear. Wouldn’t you agree?”

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A Fat Awakening Pt 4

Once she said this, it only added fuel to the fire. It was precisely because of the fact that her family might hear made this scene so hot. She couldn’t find strength to resist him. Her soul was trying, but body was weak. She hoped her pleading would work. Unfortunately, Jamie didn’t stop at all. He warped his left arm around her neck, and his right hand reached down to pull down his pant.
She could feel his hard shaft pressing on her bruised heinie. The cock was already out! “Jamie!” her voice was far from being as assertive as she knew it needed to be to stop him on his track. Right now there was a puddle on the spot right below her pussy. Mom would know if she did not change the sheet herself before tomorrow morning.
Hannah wanted to be taken, but she wanted to at least put up a fight with whatever willpower she had left. She squirmed and kicked her feet, but kept the noises down to not alert her family.
He entered her! The narrow back string in between her butt cheeks were shoved aside, making way for the cock. He started thrusting in and out of her vaginal opening. The motions gave her pleasures, but her bruised “sit spot” from the whipping was hurting like hell as his abs and hips pressed against her bottom, grinding her, while shifting his body horizontally back and forth along her back, breathing heavily onto the her ears.
Hannah let out a few moans. Right after she made her first noise, he covered her mouth with his right hand to muffle her. It was as if she was sweetly tortured inside the belly of a giant snake. The mixture of sweat and tears, pain and pleasure, overwhelmed her senses. He was fucking her brain out.
She wanted this to last for a very long time, but suddenly she felt his cock pulsating, and the motion slowed down, from rapidly shoving in and out, to more deliberated thrusts. He grunted each time he delivered a big push, which made Hannah feel like an animal even more, knowing she had been fucked like it was for breeding, not for her pleasure. Finally he came inside her. He abruptly stopped all motion, and collapsed on her sweat soaked body. It was over just as quickly as he started it. Jamie sat up, and pulled his jeans back on. She knew he wouldn’t give her anything more than a quickie, not with her parents in the house, but she still found it deeply satisfying on a mental level. Knowing that Jamie had used her body purely for his own enjoyment made her feel dirty.
“Hannah, we need to talk. Get dressed we are leaving”, he said as a matter-of-factly. Having got spanked and manhandled within only a few hours, she was as docile as can be. Immediately she got up and put on some clothes. As they got out of the house, Nora was at the kitchen when they passed by. Josh was writing in the basement. The house was quiet. Surely, her parents knew they were going to have a talk, and gave them the space.
Jamie led her to his blue, BMW convertible, which was the house’s driveway. He settled into the driver seat and opened the door for her by reaching over to the door to the passenger seat. He was not a traditional gentleman per se, who would open door for his ladies before they sat, but more like a teenager in a grown up body, with his own boyish charm.
“Where’d we going?” she was uncertain what this was about.
“Just somewhere nearby.” He gave her a quick peek with a slight smile. This calmed her. She was worried he might be breaking up with her, but if he was smiling at her maybe things were still alright.
He drove to a park, and parked at a spot beside the sidewalk. “Come on, let’s take a walk!” He unbuckled his seatbelt, and got out. Hannah followed. They found a bench and sat down. It was about 5’o clock in the afternoon. It was still sunny. People were walking their dogs, or watching their kids playing. Various groups of friends were spotted on scattered parts of the park. They started chit chatting a bit, commenting on what was going on in their life lately—Jamie talked a bit about his vibrant gym fitness business; Hanna had nothing but the same old rants about her life that she knew better than to talk about at this moment. She kept it vague and short.
They started out as fuck buddies. Hannah was 20. Jamie was 28. They were fucking many hot people at the time. After fucking each other every now and then for about a year, one night Jamie told her he loved her in the middle of a marathon sex. He was pounding away and choking her. His sweats were dripping all over her body when he was fucking her in the missionary position. She was drenched in her their mixed sweat when she heard “I love you”. Of all the men she hooked up with, very few were so well put together like Jamie. He always brought her to the nicest places, always took her breath away with the hottest sex experience, and he brought her to the coolest people in his network. In Hollywood, most high quality men were already in a relationship, or too old for her. Hot girls were never in shortage. There were always more beautiful girls than quality guys—guys who were attractive to women, and successful at the same time.
“Listen Hannah, um… I just turned thirty this year, and I can see where this is going. If nothing change, I will continue to build the business, put up with women for all their complaints about their look and everything. At some point we will probably make children. And that’s it. We will just grow old from this point on.” He said these words thoughtfully.
From his eyes, Hannah could tell he was watching a mental movie of their future, and this movie did not seem to impress Jamie. “What do you mean?” Hannah was afraid of what he was going to say. Whatever he was planning, she hoped there was a part for her. She never worried too much about losing Jamie before, because a year ago she was still a super hot woman with an up and coming career. Now she had became something of a joke. Very rarely in her life had she experienced a defeat of this magnitude. Everything were usually easy for pretty girls.
Without having something else going for her, she wasn’t sure if she was measuring up to Jamie’s anymore. Tears quickly welled up her eyes.
“Come on. Don’t cry on me baby. It is only fair for me to be honest with you. I still love you very much. I can die for you! But with the way things are going, I really feel like I need a change, a big change!” He spoke faster than usual, and leaned toward Hannah. The tears in her eyes must have made him uncomfortable. “Look, all my life I love women. I will always be a lover of women. I chose this career to help women become the best they could be, but I don’t think I want to keep putting up with their complaints about their bodies anymore. I am burnt out. For us, I just want to tell you that you are one of the hottest girls ever, even in Hollywood, but if this is to work, I need you to be play a new role. ”
These words gave Hannah a strong hope. You want to tell me there is something I can do? I can do anything to keep you! Just tell me what you want! “tell me” she looked at him pleadingly. At this point all her power was lost. She felt extremely vulnerable.
“I have a lot of money now and I have one of the hottest girl as my girlfriend. I should be happy. I always go after what I want. This is who I am. I am intense. I need my woman to support me so I can be the man I want to be” He looked at her intensely. “I love you. But I don’t think I can ever give you all the things you want. You have the body many women would die for, but you still complain about it everyday. I feel like this relationship is becoming just like my work. I can die for you right now, but I can’t live like this. I am only happy when I go out and try to conquer something”
“Jamie please I will change just tell me what you want me to do”, she tried not to cry, but the moment she said those words she couldn’t help but bawling out.
Jamie’s look quickly soften up. In a comforting voice he said, “Damn, you just reminded me what made me love you. You can make men kill for you sweetheart”. “Then tell me” she pleaded.
“I want to live a life of adventures. I need you to either be on board with me and trust that I will always love you as long as you support me, or you can find someone better, I don’t want you to waste your time. It’s only fair for you.” Hannah felt the sincerity in his voice. At this moment she felt even more certain that she only ever wanted to be with him. “I will do whatever it takes. I will prove it!”
“Ok then, let’s try this. I want to introduce you to someone tonight. I want you to not ask question and trust me. Deal?” He pierced through her eyes. She knew not to jeopardize the ground they just gained, so she nodded.

Hostel Relations [MF]

“Mark!”

I heard the shout come from the other side of the baggage claim area and quickly whipped my head around. I saw Karen, my friend from college lumbering towards me, her bags weighing her down.

“It’s so good to see you!” I said, opening my arms and giving her a big hug.

“You too!” She smiled back.

It had been a year since we had seen each other, so we were both extremely excited for the long Memorial Day weekend. We walked to my car, and began the drive to the hostel we would be staying at. As soon as we exited the air conditioned airport, the heat hit us. Even though it was nearly 7 pm, it was up near 100 degrees, and it felt every bit of it. By the time we reached the hostel about 40 minutes away, we were already sweaty and gross. The heat had taken away any quippy banter, relegating us to regaling stories from our college days, and chatting about the few people we have stayed in contact with since. When we got to the hostel, we knocked on the door and were greeted by the host: a 6 foot tall black man with a shaved head, dressed in shorts and a ratty t-shirt.