I flirted with my friend’s dad and got more than I bargained for [F21/M40s/F40s] [groping] [oral] [threesome] [sex] [age difference]

I was dorky as a teen, not knowing how to dress my awkward, gangling long limbs and thinking that the acne on my face was ‘no big deal.’ I wasn’t a pretty sight, and my ill-fitting clothes and pizza-face and granny glasses helped none. I cringe thinking back to the girl I was then, thankful that I’ve figured things out.

But an adolescence full of guys scoffing when I came near, making fun of me when I talked, and just generally being assholes has left its scars on my confidence. Now that I’m a little older and fitter and hotter, my gut reaction whenever a guy makes a move is to shoot him down, since he’s obviously making fun of me. I do it immediately, automatically, a defense mechanism against rejection, no matter how cute and sincere he is.

I’m trying to stop doing that. Yet old habits are hard to break.

I need a confidence boost, and I think I’ve found one, even though when I think through what I’m planning, I freak out and panic and second-guess myself.

The Kiss

First story like this I’ve ever written. Would love to hear what you think. Worth it or not?

The door to the elevator opens and Jackson Adams steps out into the lobby of the local Hyatt. Wandering through the lobby he spots one of the two bars in the place.

“Seems like a quiet place.” he thinks as he enters the room. He stands for a bit and looks around. There are nice leather padded chairs, arraigned into small groups, with a handful of patrons chitchatting. There’s a long bar with a slight curve at the end with a dozen or so stools along its length. A lone woman sits at the far end nurturing a glass of red wine, staring at her cell phone. He approaches her and sits down next to her.

She gives him a glance like, “Really? The whole fucking bar is empty and you’re going to sit there?”

“Hi”, was his reply to the resting bitch face look he got.

“Not interested.”

“Not interested in a little conversation?”

Before she could answer the bartender stepped up, “What can I get you?”

Our First Swing – Part 3 [MF] [FMF]

So after a very eventful morning, with both Mary and Jenni playing with me until I came, I knew it was going to be an eventful day. I got up to shower and clean up, and ended up joining my wife for the tail end of her shower.

“You look satisfied,” she teased as I got into the shower with her. I could only smile in response.

“So, we’re doing this, right?” she asked.

“I mean, I think we’re way past the point of no return now.”

“And you’re ok with me being with Oliver?”

“I mean, I can’t complain, can I?” I responded. “Jenni and Mary both were saying they wanted me to have sex with them today.”

We’d been talking and teasing about swinging for a few months now, and it seems like what my wife was most excited about was the prospect of sharing me with others. She began to lightly stroke my soft dick at this point. The hot water and steam, the conversation, and of course my wife’s sexy body all combined to have an effect on me. My wife leaned in as I grabbed her round ass. “I want to watch as they experience this dick for the first time. I want to see you fuck them hard and hear their moans as you stretch them out.”

[FM] My [F30] first BDSM sex party – Part 2

I looked around, I could see some men staring at me but I wanted to fuck with another tall black man. There had to be another one in this club.

I told my first guy that I wanted to explore other options and said good bye.

I approached the rails overlooking the dance floor again.

I noticed a black dude but he was of average height. I still went for him, I tapped his shoulder from the back, he turned around.

I said hello, smiled and asked if he wanted to go upstairs. He didn’t hesitate to follow me.

I lied down on the leather bed again and asked him to fuck me. He took off his leather boxers.

I was a bit disappointed by the dick size. It wasn’t tiny but wasn’t huge either, kind of average.

I let him go down on me though while I hoped someone else would show up with a better dick to fuck me.

He wasn’t giving me a great head either so I started getting bored quickly. I told him I needed a shower. He decided to followed me there.

[FM] My [F30] first BDSM sex party – Part 1

I had my first BDSM sex party experience in Berlin. I was traveling there for my summer holiday.

I am into kinky things – dressing up in leather, wearing chokers and leashes, getting spanked and humiliated. I’m a bit of a masochist but not the hardcore type.
I love sex clubs, so wherever I travel, I try to visit one there.

This time was different though. I was traveling solo so this was the first time I would be going to a swingers party by myself.

I registered online and read the rules. There was a dress code – you had to wear leather or latex.

I bought a new leather thong with high waist and a matching body belt attached to a choker.

I was very excited throughout the week. I was planning out my outfit, playing in my head different scenarios and strategies of how to get fucked by the hottest guys in that party.

I was imagining myself all destroyed and covered in cum by the end of the party. Nothing would be holding me back from getting fucked like a real dirty slut.

I went to a swinger sex club with my guy best friend. [f]23

I’ve always been on the more conservative life when it comes to my IRL persona. I guess if you were to categorise it, you’d call me an introvert. I never imaged that I’d end up having sex with 2 different couples on the same night.

So my guy best friend (we’ll call him Jay) has always been a kinky guy, he had some… exotic tastes to say the least. One evening, I’m at his house eating pizza and playing Mortal Kombat when he decides to tell me about one of his friends (who is in a committed relationship). He tells me how they’ve become swingers and now regularly attended this swingers club. He sighs as he tells me that he could never go to this place as he’s single and doesn’t know any girl well enough to invite her as his “partner”. I honestly don’t know what came over me that night, maybe it was the fact that I hadn’t been fucked in over 3 months or maybe it was kinky online persona protruding into my real life but I just said fuck it, and suggested that him and I could go as a couple.

Guilty Pleasures Pt. 4 – Finally fucking my roommate [M20/F20, Cheating, Dub-Con]

*Part 3 [Here](https://old.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/121czds/guilty_pleasures_pt_3_morning_sex_with_the/)*

“I can’t fucking stand her,” I complained. “Always talking about some absolutely irrelevant shit when we have work to do!”

I was pacing Jaime’s room, whinging about my presentation teammate Cassie. Cassie was one of these blonde queen bee types- vice president of Gamma Tau, head of the campus Women in Business organization, double psychology and marketing major, etc, etc. I had no fucking clue how she managed to get where she was, because I swore this girl couldn’t put together a presentation to save her life.

After the past couple nights, I’d felt a little guilty about how I treated Jamie and I’d avoided her for the past day and a half. I had no idea if she would suddenly change her mind and maybe out me to our friends. It was hard to look your roommate in the eyes after making her blow you and then fingering her to orgasm, after all.

So I was a little surprised to have her knock on my door after class that day. She had poked her head in and casually asked if I wanted to study together, like we used to do all the time. I was as level-headed as could be, heading into her room. I was sober, I was tired from school, I wasn’t planning on doing anymore devious things to my roommate- for the time being.

(2/2) Would You Rather… (an Institution story) [group] [cnc] [bondage] [humiliation] [degradation] [anal play] [primal play] [overstimulation]

Continuation of Part One: [https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/128kewv/12_would_you_rather_an_institution_story_group/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/128kewv/12_would_you_rather_an_institution_story_group/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)

*Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction and in no way condones acts of sexual assault or violence. All acts of sexual intercourse and play depicted in this story are preformed by consenting adults.*

**Round 3**

For the first time since the game started, the girls were given a modicum of rest, but not without a catch. Even though they were removed from their distressing positions, the men took thick latex masks and covered engulfed their heads and neck aside from a hole that exposed their nose and mouth. And for Olivia and Izzy, a little hole in the back of the head that their hair was threaded through as a makeshift pony tail. Along with not being able to see, the men slipped their limbs into an armbinder that caused their shoulders to scream in pain. Thrown into a room while they prepared for the next round of torture.

Seduced by my student {ff} pt2

My mind goes wild. Every single moment plays over and over in my head. I crave her touch. I think about what her lips taste like and feel like. I fantasize about her tits and her young pussy. Fuck this is so dangerous. I’m fantasizing about her like I’ve never fantasized about a student. Let alone a female one.

I don’t stop thinking about her but she doesn’t show up to office hours anymore. Knowing how badly I wanted her last time, I’m not sure if that’s a blessing or a curse. The fantasies thankfully start to fade until a Friday night on Halloween weekend.

Halloween, of course, is one of the most renown partying holidays of college. The town is full of parties the entire halloween weekend. Attendance is typically scarce but we don’t mind. We all were there once too. I still held my office hours on the Friday afternoon of Halloween weekend, as we had a test that Wednesday. I didn’t expect anyone to show but still wanted to be available.

Awful Tinder date turned one-night stand [FM]

About a month ago I got back on Tinder for the first time in like 2 yrs. Wasn’t looking for anything real serious and mostly just did some swiping out of curiosity a few times over the next couple weeks. Not much different than before and I started losing interest, but I decided to give at least one meet up a shot before calling it quits again and going back to a couple fwbs for, umm, fulfillment (??), in that department lol.

So I sift through all the no effort people and end up messaging back and forth with a pretty cute guy who seems to be having genuine conversation with me that doesn’t revolve around *only* hooking up or dick pics or general creepiness.

Fast forward a week and to my surprise, the conversation is still going strong and eventually it was me offering to exchange numbers. Texting turned to snapping and in a few more days we had made plans for that Friday night.

I was getting excited going into the night and our snaps had been getting flirtier throughout the day. I admitted to him that I was more turned on about meeting in person than I thought I’d be going into it and he told me he couldn’t stop thinking about seeing me in person too.