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Honeymoon dream [romance] part 2

Alyssa wakes up to two things, the sun shinning through the slightly cracked shades of hotel room 375 on the fourth floor, and a cock resting on her face

She looks at who the cocks attached to and finds her new husband Nate on the other end “did you enjoy last night” he says in a low voice “I knew it was you” she said back

She begins to stroke his shaft and kiss the head before sucking on it. After a while she begins to fit as much of it as she can into her mouth which is only about half since Alyssa is cursed with a small mouth.

He grabs her head and makes her choke as she pulls it out and makes a face at Nate saying hey, don’t do that!

Sorry” he says responding to her face. She smiles and says “I know” as she strokes his hard cock and begins to kiss his balls. He pulls away and she gives him the same face as before saying hey don’t do that, translating to give it back. And her don’t do that face gets kissed repeatedly and they begin to make out Read more »

Sex Doll Threesome [Twisted]

Those two ladies were asking for it, lying together in a pile in the back of my friend Chet’s closet, looking up at me with those huge glittering blue eyes, their perfect features locked in a permanent lusty grimace, their large mouths open and inviting, each surrounded by a perfect set of soft, lush red lips.

I looked around over my shoulder to make sure the three of us were alone, even though I already knew we were. I had been house sitting for my buddy Chet for two days while he was away at a family gathering. In that time I had searched and rummaged through all of his shit, had gone through all of his hidden porn magazines and movies, and masturbated endlessly until those things had lost their allure. I had searched, found a stash of weed, found some compromising pictures of someone maybe his cousin or something, found his diary and had read it, and then after I had found a small notebook with some passwords, I hopped on his computer, figured out his log in credentials, and nosed through all of his shit, including some sex pictures with his ex wife, and a few videos of him getting head from a friend of his Kim, who I recognized. I saved all the pictures and video to my own flash drive, and closed up his computer. Read more »

Poker-Night Orgy

I should have known better. Of course I should. I knew how much my husband’s poker nights meant to him, and how competitive they had become. I don’t mean the cards though. Sure, they all wanted to win, but after ten years or more of the boys playing against each other, the edge had gone. Rob enjoyed victory at the card table, as did his mates, but some nights they won and some they lost. They never bet what they couldn’t afford to lose – on the cards, at least.

About a year ago, so Rob told me, the poker itself had started getting a little stale and the gang were looking for ways to spice things up a bit. For a few months they got competitive over who could put on the best spread. One month they would be at Chris’ house and he got in some speciality beers instead of the usual cans of Carling. A few weeks later at Jim’s place they were treated to a sushi buffet. They came to our home and Rob got champagne. Read more »

Reality meets fantasy [MF]

I downloaded Tinder for the first time earlier this week. The fact is I assumed it would be that easy. I spent some time browsing and liking women in my area in my age range and then after several days all I had to show for it was a few chats that went nowhere. Earlier today I deleted it. I have been on Reddit and Craigslist so many times I can’t count. While there have been a few times where the online sparks have kindled to texting back and forth but it always drags and fizzles. I find myself again and again turning to porn to satisfy these urgings in my mind. Read more »

Anxious Homemakers: Part 2

Monday. 10:45 a.m. Claire Willis and Rachel McGilll were having coffee as usual in Claire’s dining room. Claire was telling Rachel about how a neighbor’s exclusive handbag was actually a cheap knockoff.

As Claire explained, “So she says, I bet it was $10,000. And I say I bet she didn’t spend ten bucks. And she says, no way,and I say, way. And she says, how can you tell? And I say, you can totally tell by the stitching. And…”

Rachel’s cellphone interrupted Claire’s story.

“Sorry.” Rachel said with a sheepish smile. Claire frowned and sipped her coffee while Rachel checked the caller’s number.

“Sorry got to go.” Rachel declared abruptly.

“Hey!” Claire objected but Rachel was out the door in an instant.

“She’s been acting real crazy recently.” Claire mused as she went to her front window to see where Rachel was going. She went into Dr. Don’s house across the street.

“Oh that ho!” Claire laughed. “I’ll surprise her and the doc when they’re getting it on. Let me time this right. Five minutes chit chat. Two minutes to strip. Ten minutes for foreplay. Strike that. The doc has got to be a slow mover—15 minutes for foreplay. So I’ll give them roughly 30 minutes and start banging on the door. That will scare them totally shitless.” Read more »

My Best Friend’s Dad [Teen]

My family moved from California to Texas four years ago, during the summer before my freshman year. Entering high school was going to be hard enough, but to do it in a completely different town, a completely different state, I wasn’t so sure. Amanda made it easy. I met Amanda the day after we moved in. July, in Texas, is hot; the sun lives here, I swear. The doorbell rang, I opened the door, and there she was. Amanda. Wearing shorter shorts than we wear in Cali, a skimpy little tank top that halfway covered her bikini top. She was 14, same age as me. That afternoon she would become my first friend in my new home.

Freshman year breezed by, thanks to Amanda. We played together, studied together, talked about boys together. Our bodies became more developed, filling out our bikinis a bit more nicely. We were both on the volleyball team, skipping cheerleader tryouts, at least for freshman year. Sophomore year was more of the same. Amanda talked me into trying out for cheerleader. We both made it! More studying together and talking about boys, and practicing our cheers. My first kiss, my first real kiss, was with her. It wasn’t a lesbian type kiss or anything. Neither of us had ever kissed a boy, and Amanda had a huge crush on this guy, I don’t remember his name, but he asked her to Spring Fling. She was freaking out. Read more »

Anxious Housewives: Part 1

Claire Willis and Rachel McGill did not have much in common. Claire was a trophy wife; Rachel had married her college sweetheart. Claire was outgoing and gregarious. Rachel was the shy and reserved type. Claire liked expensive clothes; Rachel mostly wore t-shirt and jeans except when she was going out on the town. Despite these differences, they shared one important thing in common. They were trapped in a seemingly never-ending cycle of domestic routine. They got up, made breakfast, exercised, showered, had lunch, volunteered at a local charity, made dinner, had dinner, watched TV and went to bed. They did the same things day after day. If their husbands were home, they were worked into the routine. Since their husbands were rich high-powered businessmen, they often weren’t around and Claire and Rachel’s routine, more often than not, stayed the same.

Since Claire and Rachel did mostly the same things, they came to be friends and commiserated over their mundane existences and their frustration with those mundane existences. This commiseration usually took place over coffee about 10:30 am.

It was this frustration over their boredom that one day caused Claire to make a stunning declaration over this coffee. Read more »

The Harry Potter Sex Series: Part 11

He sat motionless on the hardback chair, bathed in the dim light spreading from the half closed kitchen door. A whiskey glass held lightly in his hand, although it had been empty for sometime. He knew nobody would disturb him now, not even Ginny. That was probably the only thing he did know right now however. He certainly didn’t know exactly how he was feeling about what he’d just heard.

Sixteen years of torture he suffered at the hands of the Dursley’s. Yet sadness filled him at the news of their death. Sadness and anger. His aunt, the last living connection to his mother, was gone. And all to make a point towards him. How many more would die because of him?

All his emotions where blurred however by one unanswerable question. Who?

Who could possibly still want him dead? And go to the extent of spending weeks leaving messages and killing innocent people. Read more »

[MF, cheat, cons, anal] – The work wife part 3

[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ckqfny/mf_cheat_cons_the_work_wife/)

[Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/cxb0dg/mfcheatconsoral_the_work_wife_part_2/)

Things had slowed down a bit since the blowjob in her Range Rover. Part of it was work, we both had a lot to do. My read on the other part was she was coming to terms with the big changes she’d initiated in her life. Fucking me once was a mistake, but twice with perhaps a plan for more was a fundamental change to her own self-image. As for me, I was trying not to think about it. Sex with her was amazing and we were both adults. What was wrong with having a little fun?

The project director announced a happy hour at a local chain where somebody knew somebody so we could get a deal, meaning the party was more to fill an obligation to have a party than to have actual fun. It was one of those places with stuff on the walls that defined good as big drinks and obscene amounts of food. I had some things to tie up after work so I arrive late. There was an open bar, we had landed a new contract, and so there was a very good
showing. My work wife was sitting at a side table.
“Are you drinking?” Read more »