Multi-Sex Date Thursday, April 18, 2024 - 11:12 PM PST Topic Smut Here are the three entries for the erotica category of Multi-post fame. I have put them in order of foreplay, the act of love, and aftermath. It seemed logical to me. I think this proves the variation in sex to different people. Here we have two females and one male, one female and one unknown (possibly female as well), and a selection of (possibly) males. True Love or Blind Love BassFreak She has finally fallen asleep. The moonlight shinning dimly through the window illuminated her seemingly angelic face. Just back from a long trip, she admits to fooling around with his friend, her partner. He forgives with ease, brushing it aside as if it had never happened, at least that is what he let her see. He was still unsure of how to take it. So there he lies next to his princess, his angel, his soon to be wife. Was he right to forgive so easy or should he have told her what was on his mind? All these thoughts swirling through his head, each one taking its turn in line causing little daydreams about what would happen if he had said what was on his mind if she does it, well if she does his friend again will she leave him? Will he have to leave her? Each thought gets more and more of a severe reaction as they go on until finally they slowly fall to a rest in the back of his mind as he drifts off to sleep. The next morning he awoke and to his surprise, she had already gone. To where and for what, he had no idea. However, there in her place where here head should be resting, where his angel should be, was and envelope. What was this? The front said “To my Prince” the back said “S.W.A.C.K.” and suddenly all his thoughts from the previous night came flooding back into his mind only this time racing just slow enough for him to know what they were. Then suddenly one of them came to a halt. “She left me for him and this is a note telling me that exact terrifying fact." He went to his personal studio down stairs and sat in his black and red velvet recliner flipping the envelope through his fingers. Finally, he opens it. He hears her voice narrating the note in his head: “To My Prince, I know you say that you have forgiven me for what I have done, but I can see through you counterfeit smile as if it were made to be as transparent as a pain of glass. I know that it has been sitting on your mind just making you angrier. So tonight, I have planned a surprise for you. I am extremely sorry and I can’t apologize enough. Go out today but be home at 8:30 tonight. I have a surprise for you. I Love You forever My Prince, Forever your Princess” He neatly folds the piece of paper back up and slides it in to the envelope, closes it up and sit immersed in thought flipping the envelope around in his hands. What is she going to do what is he going to do. He reaches over, sets the envelope on the table and picks up his guitar, closes his eyes and lets his emotions run his finger over the strings with no control of where they land. It starts out fast and slows down slower and slower until it stops and he is a sleep again (wow he is lazy he just got up a few hours ago) when he wakes up there is some angel food cake and stuffed shells with a new note on the table beside his chair. He picks up the note and reads it. “Hmm sleeping still? Well I made your favorite dinner and dessert eat up and when you are done come upstairs to our bedroom. -Your princess-” He eats his food and puts his plate in the kitchen. Then he proceeds to go up to his bedroom where the note said she would be. He opened the door slowly hoping to surprise her but she was standing there waiting so he opened the door the rest of the way and there, on the bed, was a girl he had met a few months back with whom he had become close friends close friends. The sexual tension between them was strong so they decided to not see each other as much. She was more beautiful than he could remember; long blonde hair flowing down over her shoulders and her chest, her clear blue eyes outlined with black eye shadow and mascara, her lip pierced, her flawless pale whit skin as soft as an angels wings. She was wearing a black corset with a black widow spider symbol on it in bright red, garters going down connecting to fishnet stockings. “I felt that because I cheated on you that it was only fair that have what you wanted so bad. I just hope maybe I can join in the fun?” ************* Well when I skimmed over the rules for shmeng they said no pornography I wasn’t sure if that included stories or just pics so you will have to use you imagination if I get enough request I will finish it. I like writing using no names but sometimes I get sick of the words “he, she , his, and hers” But wait isn’t anyone curious. Where does the title come in? I leave you with the questions should he have left her, can she be trusted and the big one does he Truly love her or is it only lust, Blind love. What is your opinion? Oh and by the way the guys name is Poe the girl is Faye and the girl in the end is Arachnia. A new beginning firefly7 I wrote this one night, and I'm not sure weather or not it will develop into any thing more. I post it here in hopes of praise, criticism, or any other feeling you think should be expressed about it. If I can make it here I can make it any where, right? ;) Well anyways here it is... A New Beginning. Chapter One? Tied down, blind folded, and gagged I feel acutely more sensitive to sounds. And the sound I am hearing is the creak of leather, what it is I do not yet know, but I tremble with anticipation. You promised this night would be full of surprises... I feel something hot splatter across my thigh, and I squirm. Another splatter, another squirm- my bindings loosen, and I hear you move closer to me. "Comfortable, my pet?" You say, tightening my bonds to a point it almost becomes painful. I am spread like an X; face up on the satiny mass that is your bed. I nod, silently, and then gasp as another splatter, hotter than before, takes control of my attention. I squirm, or rather try to and fail, to tightly bound for such movement, and find my self moaning under the gag as the splatters become more frequent, and more burning. You laugh, and there is another creak of leather. Suddenly there is fire sliding across my chest, my stomach, down my legs. Icy and burning. I writhe as best I can, trying- to no avail- to escape this torture. The ice leaves freezing, wet trails across my skin, giving me delicious chills up and down my spine. I feel your breath on my stomach, then several sharp pains. I wince, whimpering, and again you attack. I hold in silence this time, my head rolling from side to side with each bite, but I stay quiet. For this I am rewarded, I feel my bonds loosen just enough to allow me some fight, some small struggle against you. Suddenly I feel as though the bed had dropped beneath me, I am suspended in space for a moment by your bedposts, next thing I know the bed is under me once more. Only this time I am face down in your sheets, how you manage these thing I'm not sure... But I love it. There it is again, that creaking, and now I know your teasing. I wonder how much longer this will go on when CRACK and my question is answered. CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, this will leave marks, and I am shaking. And so it goes on, hot, cold, bite, crack until time is lost and I am left reveling in a state of exquisite agony. A timeless state, where I writhe and moan and I'm not even quite sure why anymore, is it the pain, or my fear of it stopping. And suddenly it does stop, and I feel your hand running through my hair. "You see pet? I told you it would be fun. I knew you would like it." You release me from my 'captivity' and I curl up in your arms. Sighing happily I snuggle up to you, it was fun, and I wonder what tomorrow night will bring as I drift into the night's own release, and sleep. The Hangover Mara Jonathan let out a groan of pain as woke up that early Sunday afternoon. He raised his head and attempted to open his eyes but the bright sunlight kept them closed, his brain swirling like water in his head. "What the fuck did I do last night?" he moaned, barely able to remember the night of partying. He slowly tried to roll his body over but it he felt so weighted it pained him to move. He managed to place his hand on forehead but only to feel something cold against the side of his face. Jonathan's eye shot open only to be blinded by the shine of the metal handcuffs around each wrist. "WHAT THE FUCK!!!" Jonathan reached over to one side to pull himself out of bed but instead grabbed a handful of purple and blue black hair. That simple gesture made the unknown dye job roll and put his arm around Jonathan. He lifted sheet over the unknown dye job only to reveal the face of his roommate Cameron. "Please don't be nekkid dear god please." He raised the sheet just a bit higher to show Mr. happy smiling back at him, as erect as ever. "AH SHIT!!!!!" He bellowed as he turned over to make a quick exit from the other side of the bed only to hit the hair covered backside of his other roommate, Thomas. "Oh no," he sat up in bed, getting a full view of his bedroom floor. From this vantage, he was able to gaze upon the empty bottles of Cognac and vodka side by side with chocolate covered sexy toys encrusted with pus and over sized used condoms. The acid in Jonathan's stomach began to burn away at its walls before turning to steaming white rage. It wasn't from the fact that his roommates had violated him without his consent, but because he wasn't conscious when the festivities took place. He looked at his roommate' twiggy body covered with matted hair in disgust. "Bastards." With a swift kick, he knocked Thomas out of his bed. The loud thud of the falling body woke the other sleeping invader; before he could adjust his eyes Jonathan shoved his elbow into his bony rib cage and sent him crashing to the floor. "Get out." They both looked at their now sober play toy, dumbfounded, yet did as he demanded and grabbed most of their clothes before fleeing from the room. He scanned his bedroom floor once again. Seeing all the objects on the floor made him wonder how they were used and where, and if he got to use them on his roommates. The thought made Jonathan's cock rise faster than the morning (though it was not that tall). Poor Jonathan was in need of a cold shower. He cautiously stepped through his room as if it were a mind field only to walk right into his friend Maria walking past his door. His other roommates, Dante and Sara, were sitting on the couch. "You look like crap." "FUCK YOU, YOU LITTLE SHIT!" Snapped Maria. "What did I do?" "I don't fucking want to know. Next time you want to fuck everyone under the goddamn sun wear a fucking gag so I don't have to hear you scream like a bitch all fuckin night!!!!!" Sara chimed in "Don't feel bad, Maria. At least you didn't walk in on it". This article comes from Shmeng http://www.shmeng.com/ The URL for this story is: http://www.shmeng.com/modules.php?op=modload&name=News&file=article&sid=491