Author: johncleland

Cheating gf [FM]

My gfand I were in a long distance relationship for two years. I offered to stay faithful to her during that time, and she told me bluntly that she appreciated the gesture, but I should feel free to see other people, because she was going to fuck whoever she wanted whether I liked it or not.

I went from being hurt and jealous to increasingly turned on, especially when I found out how much she got off on teasing me with her adventures after the fact. For example, we’d be dirty chatting on skype, and an hour into it, when we were both about to cum, she’d tell me how earlier her coworker fucked her until she passed out earlier that day. It always drove me crazy and it would never fail to make me cum.

Living together has done nothing to curb her behavior. Sometimes she’ll tell me she’s going to band rehearsal and will be out late, and when she finally crawls into bed she’ll smell strongly of another man. Or men. And I love it.

Night drive (Mf, mast, exhib, voy)

“I can’t wait to get home and jump your bones,” you said as we drove home from the party. You feet were propped up on the dashboard, your fingers were toying with the buttons on your shirt, and it was all I could do to keep my eyes on the road.

“Sounds like someone’s a little worked up,” I remarked. I managed to keep my voice steady, even though I was already half-erect at the thought of your smooth thighs wrapped around my body.

My discomfiture only increased when you turned to me and said, very clearly and deliberately, “No. Someone is not ‘a little worked up.’ Someone is fucking horny as fuck.”

I swallowed hard. “Goddamn, well, we’ve got another 45 minutes until we get home. If you’re that horny, you might just have to do something about it.”

At once your demeanor changed; you lowered your face and responded in an innocent tone. “Oh yeah? Like what?”

Out of the corner of my eye I caught the slight smirk which put lie to your affected meekness. I knew what you were after. I straightened in my seat and set my jaw. Read more »

Et in Acadia Ego Ch. 01 [F] [MF] [masturbation]

A lost hiker indulges in some fantasizing and self pleasure in Maine’s Acadia National Park
© Johncleland1748

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It was late afternoon before a chagrined Emily finally admitted to herself that she was lost. After all, she was an experienced hiker, and it wasn’t like this was her first visit to Acadia. She had set out that morning from the Blackwoods Campground near Otter Creek, on what was supposed to have been easy, two-hour walk to Eagle Lake. But one wrong trail had led to another, and now, nearly eight hours later, she found herself completely turned around, and she was getting nervous.

If she didn’t find a viable path out of the forest soon, she would have to spend the night here, and she did not relish that prospect. For one thing, she hadn’t brought her camping gear, as she had expected to be home long before sunset. For another, she had heard all sorts of ominous stories about strange things that supposedly happened deep in the wilds of Acadia. Locals reported seeing strange lights, hearing spooky voices on the breeze, even having to flee from weird creatures that stalked through the trees by the light of the moon. Read more »

[Fm] Her Needs Cum First [cuckold]

The moment she stumbled through the front door, flushed and sweaty, I knew she had been up to no good.

“How was brunch with Melissa?” I kept my tone light, despite the butterflies in my stomach.

“Hm? Oh, fine,” she replied distractedly as she flipped through the mail on the dining table.

“It’s just that you said you would only be a couple of hours, and it’s nearly six,” I said, wincing inwardly at how peevish I sounded.

She stuck her lower lip out in a mock-sympathetic pout. “Aww, poor baby, did you miss me?”

She walked toward me with an exaggerated swaying of her hips. Even after eight years together, the sight of her white, shapely legs emerging from an abbreviated pair of shorts still made my heart race. The outline of her nipples beneath the loose shirt showed that she wasn’t wearing a bra, which was unusual for her. She took my hand, her eyes cast downward in fake contrition.

“Well, if you must know: after brunch, I walked Melissa home and hung out with her roommate Nathan for a bit. Melissa had to go to work, so I ended up staying and talking with him on the couch.” Read more »