collection of stories you shouldn't read at work
I love stories and AIF in the second person. Much more immersive. Looking for links and recommendations. I have been looking here, but mostly chyoo, literotica, asstr (search is down?), hyperdreams, etc. Are there any other good sources of second person pov, especially easily searched / categorized?
Lately I have been especially into stories from the POV of male cuckolds, swingers, and wife sharing/swapping.
Thanks so much for any suggestions!
Found a photo on reddit that took me back to an experience in college that has now been running through my head all weekend. It was one of the hottest fantasy-esque moments of my life and I figured I would share.
So it happened my soph year of college. I was still in the dorms 19/20, and fell into the perfect situation where I actually didnt have a roommate. It was amazing. I got to hang out with my friends, but never had to worry about anyone else in my room.
So one weekend one of the guys that lived in the dorm and was in the same group as the guys I hung out with had his mom come visit one day. She came up on a Sunday, brought him some stuff from home, and wanted to hang out see the campus and ended up offering to take his friends for pizza. Now, I do want to clarify first that this wasnt a really good friend. We could talk to each other and there was never an issue, but he wasnt the first person I was calling to go do anything. We were more acquaintances.
Maria gasped beneath Odhan as he slid inside of her, sweat dripping off his bronzed flesh, their shared tent dimply lit by a few candles. Maria herself was drenched in sweat as well. She looked up at him, at his wild green cat’s eyes, his tiny smirk, and then, gasping, looked the length of her body, between her legs, to see him sliding in and out of her, slowly. Just seeing that, seeing his length, and feeling it, as it slowly filled her up, nearly sent her over the edge, and she threw her head back and cried out in pleasure, knowing that the other people in the camp could hear her, not caring.
This had been her life for the past week. The Dragon-men had not moved their camp since capturing her. Odhan would go out to hunt, during the day, and come back and make love to her at night, fucking her on and off for hours. Maria tried to tell herself that she was being used, that this was against her will, that she was a slave captured by murderers, but it was getting harder to deny that she loved the feel of his sweaty, muscled flesh on top of her, the feel of his cock sliding into her, pressing into her deep, the orgasms that made her mind go blank and her body shake.
Maria gasped beneath Odhan as he slid inside of her, sweat dripping off his bronzed flesh, their shared tent dimply lit by a few candles. Maria herself was drenched in sweat as well. She looked up at him, at his wild green cat’s eyes, his tiny smirk, and then, gasping, looked the length of her body, between her legs, to see him sliding in and out of her, slowly. Just seeing that, seeing his length, and feeling it, as it slowly filled her up, nearly sent her over the edge, and she threw her head back and cried out in pleasure, knowing that the other people in the camp could hear her, not caring.
This had been her life for the past week. The Dragon-men had not moved their camp since capturing her. Odhan would go out to hunt, during the day, and come back and make love to her at night, fucking her on and off for hours. Maria tried to tell herself that she was being used, that this was against her will, that she was a slave captured by murderers, but it was getting harder to deny that she loved the feel of his sweaty, muscled flesh on top of her, the feel of his cock sliding into her, pressing into her deep, the orgasms that made her mind go blank and her body shake.
I used to live in an apartment complex on the ground floor. My wife and I enjoyed having sex with the curtains open in case someone cared to watch. Sure enough, after one long fuck session where I fucked her ass (which she loves) I pulled out in time to shoot several thick ropes of cum onto her back.
The next day, while my wife was out and I was alone jerking off, the phone rang. A woman introduced herself as Jess and said she hoped I didn’t mind what she was going to say, but that she had to take a chance. Jess said she lived opposite me and several stories higher, and that she and her friend, another widow named Rena, had a hobby of spying on people with binoculars, and that they had both watched my wife and I fucking, or me jerking off when I was alone. They reckoned that if someone wanted privacy, they would close their blinds, otherwise they probably wouldn’t mind being watched. I had to admit that she had a point, so I wasn’t pissed, but rather turned on. Jess said she hoped we would not close our curtains. I knew my wife would get off on it too.
I was in my late twenties and my girlfriend at the time was in her early twenties, I’ll call her Lyssa.
Lyssa was gorgeous. Perfect body. Natural C breasts, amazing ass. She was 5’5″ and had green eyes and shoulder length ombre hair. Probably the best looking woman I’ve ever been with and maybe the best looking I will ever be with. Once when we were out together a guy watched us walk by, staring at her. He actually said “wow” out loud. I was pissed but I had to get used to it, she received attention like that everywhere we went.
Anyway this story takes place about two years into our relationship. She had an aunt and uncle in the next state over and I was invited to Thanksgiving at their house. So I flew into town and they picked me up, then after the holiday I rode back to our state with Lyssa and her parents.
So where I stay, most of the people are old age pensioners doing their gardening and living out the rest of their lives, apart from my neighbour’s neighbour. It was a mother and daughter staying together, the daughter being about 26. My neighbour had asked me to go help them as they needed to move some heavy stuff. They had a guest type house in the back garden that I assume the daughter used. I obliged as didn’t have much else to do that day.
I went over, bear in mind it was summer, quite a hot day, so the daughter was wearing a bikini with shorts… Leaving not much else to imagination. She probably had 36DD tits and they were jiggling. She also lips that could be classed as Dick Sucking Lips and her thighs were long luscious but also thicc. Her skin was glistening in combination of sun cream and sweat. She had her brown her in a bun, with her feet on display in flip flops. Fair to say I was at half chub right there.
This happened about 15 years ago when we were in our early 20s. My senior year of high school I moved to a new school and connected with a girl in my graphic arts class due to a shared interest in ska/swing music. She was my only friend that year even though I was cool with lots of people. She’s white with short brown hair and bangs, skinny, killer ass and cute as a fucking button. We hooked up once and realized that relationship wasn’t going to happen and we were better friends. We graduate, I moved away and lose contact for a couple years then reconnect later.
She invites me over to her friend’s apartment that I met a few times from high school. I think she went to another school. Really hot and a budding professional singer/guitarist. (She never made it big, but has plenty of live performances on YT… I would love to link but I couldn’t blast her out like that)
[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/66egym/_/) [Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/66kh5s/_/)
*I had some spare time so I decided to just finish up. I hope you all get as much enjoyment out of reading it as I did writing it down.*
**For those of you asking for pictures of Sara, I’m sorry, I don’t have them anymore. Believe me, I wish I had them to share**
I stood there. My boner straining awkwardly against my shorts. “What the fuck?” I asked to no one in particular. I bent down and picked some Sara’s abandoned panties. I couldn’t get over how sexy they looked. I assumed she’d want them back, but I was unsure how to return them without the risk of my fiancé finding them. I stuffed them in my pocket, deciding I’d figure that out later. I pulled out my phone and sent a message
M:…it was a cat
There wasn’t an immediate response, and I was afraid that my window to plow this temptress had closed. Feeling deflated, I resigned to head to bed, blue balls and all.
S: Haha, yeah I panicked. I’ll make it up to you.
Looking for feedback, hoping the fine folks at Erotica can let me know if I’ve struck a good balance between story and fap material. Language selections were made with a male audience in mind but I’d love to hear your thoughts.
And, of course, descriptive accounts of how this story made you feel and what you did about it are always welcome!
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I did consider myself a straight guy once. I dated women, enjoyed the sex, and didn’t feel like there was anything missing.
But still, every once in awhile I’d wonder what it was like to be with another man. Pretty soon, that idle curiosity became something more… But in the town I was from, you just didn’t admit to that kind of thinking. One of my long time friends, Bobby, had actually moved away shortly after “coming out of the closet” because people were so weird about it around here. It was only after he’d moved that I kind of thought it would have been interesting to experiment those few times he’d made passes at me, rather than just politely turning him down.