Author: ByTheParkUpTheStairs

After the Party (M/F)

From behind, I slip the straps of your dress off your shoulders. The glamor that I just showed you off in falls to the floor, and you stand bare in the middle of the room.

“All anyone could see in you was your breathtaking elegance, but you and I were aware of how dangerously close you were being outed as my slut.”

My hand starts from your hip, tracing up your wonderful curves.

“One slip and everyone has seen all of you. No longer this beautiful creature, but a known toy used for sex.”

My hands grab your chest and pull you tight. You can feel my excitement.

“The truth is, I’m not sure which you’d prefer. But since you were such a good girl, we are going to keep all that glittery jewelry on you, sweet thing. I can use you no matter how you look. You are always a slut ready for use to me.”

The kisses and bites on your neck cause your head to tilt away, making the pretty gold earring rest on your shoulder. Its cold extravagance contradicts your flush body. Your breathing is short, and the necklace resting on your chest weight feels like it’s multiplying. Your fingers tense to the growing frustration taking over your body. Read more »

[MMF] My adventures with a pathetic cuckold husband and his wife, my cumslut girlfriend

She was a subject more than worthy of the photographer, and more importantly, a subject of mine.

Tinder was more ubiquitous in college than the textbooks themselves and more studied than any major. But if you weren’t paying attention, it was easy to make the same wonderful mistake I did, in not changing your age range.

A truly wonderful marriage between two lovely people was happening about 23 miles from my college campus; Tried, true: successful and adventurous. They spent years occasionally swinging, or hiring a third member for their bedroom, building a library of toys for their relationship, and on lavish vacations. And then suddenly, as if like a switch, the husband had finally admitted to himself that he was indeed a cuckold.

A few weeks of conversation elapsed before they finally indulged his taboo. A gentle experiment. A premium tinder account, and a college campus geo-targeted to ensure proper degrees of separation for them. But together they went.

Why they chose me, I still don’t know. I suppose my profile, my carefully curated pictures, perhaps 20 year old me was boyish in that perfect way still, I am still unsure. But once she sent the first message, their worlds in mine began spinning rapidly. Read more »