Delivering an extra present [FM]

I’m home with my family for Christmas, and ever since I learned to drive one of my festive chores has been to go around and deliver cards and presents to local relatives and family friends around my hometown – not a particularly enjoyable prospect, as it invariably involves a long afternoon of smiling at pleasantries from aunts and uncles, and trying not to be press-ganged into coming in for drinks or foods and end up trapped there for hours.

Another reason for my dread over the past couple of years has been the prospect of delivering cards and presents to my ex-boyfriend’s house – although we get on okay it’s always awkward when we meet, and our families have remained friends which is also makes for tricky conversations in itself. Last year I managed to slip their card and present through the door with no trouble, but this year my heart sank as I rang the doorbell and, just as I was ready to deposit their goodies, I heard thudding downstairs. When the door opened, I was at least a little relieved that rather than my ex or his parents, it was his younger brother that opened the door to me.

Youth Centre Fuck Club [fffff][mmmmm][swing] An interactive story about a group of friends who all want to fuck each other, while running a succesful youth-oriented club/bar.

You work in a youth centre, called “Babylon.” It’s for people just out of high school, who still live at home and just want to have a place to hang out and drink. This makes it the perfect place for you and your friends.

The place looks like a bar/disco type of thing. When you enter through the double red doors, you first come into the reception hall. This is where you can usually pay the entrance fee, or when it’s a closed night, here is where they will check if you’re on the guest list.

When you can enter, you have to go through the wardrobe, where you can leave everything safely. Once you’ve done, you will enter the bar and dancefloor. On your right is a huge mahogany bar, with about five beer taps, and large black stools around the side of it. Usually two people will be at the bar.

You will find the dancefloor and stage on the left hand side of the room. The floor is a neutral blue color, with black walls surrounding the whole of the room. Though much of it has been painted on, like pictures of David Bowie, Pulp Fiction and other elements of pop culture.

I [F] seduced my professor [M], fucked in his office.

First post and have quite a lot of stories with him if you’re interested. Thought it might be fun and a bit hot to write some of these up. We (the two of us) have been either dating or casually sleeping together off and on for a few years now – plenty of stuff to share.

Relevant backstory: I at the time was a third year grad student in computer science, 24f. The object of my affections was 38m, well established in the field, and my thesis advisor. We’d been flirting for years before either of us did anything, which had happened a week earlier – finally we moved, and ended up having some of the best sex of my life (over the course of a solid 3-4 hours… god knows how many times I came). Afterwards, he texted me that although it had been incredible, it wasn’t fair to me to take advantage like that, and it was dangerous for his job.

Fucking Me on the Bathroom Counter … Again[MF]

I’m a female college student, and I’ve posted on here before. Short recap (I don’t think I’m allowed to link to it?); at a party I hooked up with a guy, Carlos, in his bathroom. It was so hot.

So I haven’t really talked to Carlos since we had sex, I was definitely interested in more but he had displayed some red flags. Last night there was a party for my friend, Leon, his going away party. I got there early to help set up and Carlos was there, since he lives at the place we’re throwing the party at.

He was in a tank top and regular pair of pants. And he looked hot as fuck in that tank top. I was repeatedly (and obviously) checking him out. And I made sure I looked sexy doing basic things, bending over to pick things up at an angle where he could get a great view of my ass, displaying plenty of cleavage. Once or twice I caught him watching, but I pretended not to notice, there were other people in the room and I was thoroughly enjoying this little teasing game.

You Want Me? Then Take Me. [M/F, BDSM, Group Scene]

** *Continuation of [this story](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/5f1dhu/a_little_public_naughtiness_mf_ds/)* **

Rob breathed in and stared at Kat strung up on the post in front of him. It was strange playing with someone other than Cara. He rolled his shoulders. He flexed and relaxed his hands. It was strange. Definitely different.

When Peter had first asked him to do this, Rob had told the man that he had to think about it. Had to talk to Cara about it.

Not that he thought she’d be upset by it.

He scoffed.

No, she’d been thrilled.

Pushy.

She’d pushed him to do it.

“Try it,” she’d begged him. “It’s fun. You’ll see.”

He studied Kat, her shorter, slimmer, amber-toned body so different than his wife’s long, voluptuous, creamy form. A pixie instead of his goddess.

He studied her body, taut and tense. Fearful, maybe. Definitely nervous.

Not like Cara, who was always confident and brazen. Who enjoyed being tied up, but who—he’d always feared—never enjoyed it as much as he did. Who did it because he wanted it so much, and she knew it.

[M]y [F]irst Experience off BDSMPersonals

*This is going to be a slightly longer story with more background, the end will be worth it though. And I dedicate this story to all the incredibly arousing and sexy stories I’ve read on here. I hope my words get some of you off.*

**Disclaimer:** This story contains extreme dirty talk with degradation and humiliation, as well as *eye-roll inducing* D/s talk (think Sir and Master).

I remember exactly where I was when I read Jane’s first message. I was at a geek bar getting my ass handed to me in mario kart by a good friend. We had just finished up ~~race~~ loss 14 and I needed another drink; my friend needed to piss. He got up and I decided to check my reddit account to see if anyone had responded to my post.

I had been posting on r/bdsmpersonals for a while at this point. Once every seven days, it was exciting when I got to ‘publish’, a new opportunity, hopes would arise. My wildest dreams had prepared me for such a response. You read that right, because Jane’s response was perfection in every sense of the word. It was exactly what I would want to read save for one detail… (I’ve removed a couple of personal details to protect Jane’s anonymity)

[MM] My first man/man sexual experience was incredible. The second was even better. Part 1. [MM]

In the last two weeks I have had two separate sexual encounters with men. I like it. I like it a lot. Here is the story of the first one.

I am in my 40’s and newly single. The last couple of years of my relationship were boring and bland. Boring sex, boring talk, boring life. It ended badly.

In the gym locker room I couldn’t help but to notice a latino gentlemen who had a huge cock. I couldn’t help but to look at it. He was amazing. Perfect body and perfect cock. I was fascinated. I realized I was turned on. I wanted to touch that mans cock.

Ive always had an appreciation of other mens bodies and had a really wild three way with a guy and his wife when I was younger and this guy had a beautiful cock and it stuck with me all these year.

[Group] Once Upon A Time In A Hot Tub

Once upon a time, in a hot tub far far away (or Miami Beach) I was visited by a couple. While I was not alone in said hot tub, my companion was amenable to my intentions there for she was also looking for some new friends. My young friend and I were friends with very good benefits. I have only samples better benefits a few times. Still, she was young and eager as she was, she still had much to learn.

One evening, long after the sun had gone over the horizon and the drinks went from reasonable to over priced, we were joined in this hot tub by some new friends. This married couple were an interesting pair. To say the very least. She tall and trim with an air of assuredness that only a secure mature woman can possess. Her body, tan and toned fit perfectly well into the white string bikini she was barely wearing. Her husband, older, airing towards stodgy, pale and balding slipped into the warm water. They seated themselves, ordered drinks, introduced themselves and made some general small talk. She, the wife was siting close to me.

[MFM] A spontaneous night in Vegas

“Is this your first time here?”, said a guy sitting next to us. He had a French accent, and had been listening to us size up the place, a large house converted to a party house for swingers in Vegas.

“Yes”, I admitted to him. “We’re from out of state and just decided to visit this weekend.” He told us this was his first time too. He had moved to Vegas recently and was checking out the place for the first time.

Elena and I had already had a fun afternoon. We came here on a whim. On the way we discussed going to a sex club that evening. We planned on a nice dinner out and then to the Red Rooster. I asked Elena whether she was still interested in having a guy or several guys join or watch us that evening. She was definitely interested, although uncertain how far we should go.

You Deserve a Punishment [M/F, BDSM]

** *Continuation of [this story](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/5f1dhu/a_little_public_naughtiness_mf_ds/)* **

Peter got out of his car. He was home late. Again.

But this time he had a good reason.

It’d been several months since he’d last checked his website; fully automated, it rarely needed him at all. But he liked to keep his hand in it, tweaking and maintaining it. And he liked to read Kat.

He used to check near daily, eager to read her thoughts and words. But now he tended to wait, store up her stories, reading masses of them during rare spare moments.

Today, after talking to Hayato and between his other meetings and jobs, he’d logged on, curious what he’d missed in his wife’s life.

He’d scrolled down to the last post he’d read more than three months ago, an interview with Lyndsey Wayne, a student from one of the local colleges who’d been outed. He’d read the next post. And then the next. The one after that and the one after that.

He kept reading until his phone rang—a client whose appointment he’d missed. After contacting Janie, giving her detailed instructions to handle things for the rest of the day, Peter took his laptop and locked himself in his car.