Author: TwoTimesTwoIsFive

The Letter F [MF] [hotpast] [gentle femdom] [bodywriting] [short]

I noticed it at dinner. She was wearing a deliciously low cut dress, red, my favourite. She leaned forward to say something softly to me, I don’t even remember what, all I remember is the scent of perfume, the slip of her dress, and the F.

Just there, just beneath the silk written on her breast, in black, ink? Makeup? The letter F.

She knows I saw and I know the motion was deliberate. Everything about tonight has been deliberate, from the choice of venue (our first date), to the dress (the last I bought her before I left) to the F written on her left breast.

We kiss like teenagers the entire Uber ride back to hers, she tastes familiar yet different; her choice of wine has changed but her tongue still does that thing. Her body presses against me, I feel the heat of her through the thin fabric of her dress and my shirt. The driver must hate us. My hand slips up her dress to find lace, heat, dampness. She spreads her legs a little. The driver must love us. Read more »

There is someone in my house [mf] [consenting nc] [bondage] [reluc]

There is someone in my house. The back door slammed a moment ago, I heard it.

A footstep. Another. Across the kitchen beneath me, slowly, methodically. Adrenaline dumps into my system, I feel it course around my body. My naked skin prickles and my nipples stiffen. I keep listening.

Big, heavy footsteps down the hall – chunk, chunk, chunk. He’s wearing boots, maybe workman boots, maybe motorcycle. He sounds enormous. He pauses at the foot of the stairs and I hold my breath. Hold. Hold.

Chunk – his foot hits the first stair.

I whimper and pull at my restraints. They’re tight, there’s no play, nothing. I’m trapped.

Chunk, chunk. He’s still coming.

He reaches the landing and pauses again. Then a door creaks open, pause, and closes. He’s hunting. He’s hunting for me.

I simultaneously wish I could see and am grateful I can’t. I need to stay quiet, to stay still.

He’s moving down the landing; another door opens, pauses, closes. I think he’s moving quicker, he senses his prey is close. My heart is pounding and my breath is shallow. He’s going to find me, please don’t let him find me. Read more »

Stage Right [exhibitionism] [voyeur] [str8] [short]

The lights come up and we enter stage right. I’m leading, holding his hand he follows. I turn and stare at him, the audience falls quiet.

They know what’s coming. They see the bed placed in the middle of the stage, they see my tiny dress and his exposed arms, the dim lights and the soft music. They hear his small grunt as he picks me up and I swear they can hear my tongue slide into my mouth. Yes, for the first time tonight, the packed house falls utterly silent.

My legs are wrapped around him, my ankles locked behind his ass. His strong hands have slid up my skirt and I wonder how much the front rows can see.

He carries me over the bed in three short strides, pulls the covers aside and collapses on top of me. His kisses are always so good, so firm and confident. They got me wet every time in rehearsals and I am soaked now.

We pull the covers over us and rearrange so that I’m on top with my back to the audience. I grind on him, kissing him, pressing my breasts against his chest, feel his cock hardening and pressing against me. He got hard every time in rehearsals too, and I’m glad he’s not suffering stage fright tonight. Tonight is special. Read more »

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A boudoir shoot [mf] [hotwife]

The lights are bright, heating my skin. This was my husbands idea. He’s wanted it for years, to see me like this. To see me with another. My bra and panties have never felt so small as when he came in; exactly the build I like, loose shirt, tight boxers. He walks over to the bed I’m kneeling on and shakes my hand. I don’t catch his name.

The photographer makes us stand and hold each other close. I drape my arms around his neck, his arms wrap my waist and we pull each other in. I can feel the heat from his body, I feel so naked next to him. Flash-click. He turns my body gently, exposing me more to the camera. Flash-click. He moves my arm down to his waist and I touch the soft cotton of his boxers. Flash-click. His hands move down my back to cup my bum. He squeezes. Flash-click. Read more »

A threesome, of sorts [M/F/F]

This happened in the glorious summer of my 18th year. A friend of ours had the house to herself one Friday night and invited a few of us over to do what teenagers do; drink some cheap beer, smoke a little questionable grass and shoot the shit. The added bonus was being able to stay the night.

My girl at the time was a bit a cliche, a good girl Christian type who would protest (and probably believe) that she was innocent and pure, but given a little encouragement (well, giving herself permission really) was desperate to try everything. I’ll save some of those for another time.

Anyway, this house party. There were only five of us, our host Kate electing for a quieter more relaxed gathering than the usual, and to my surprise I was the only guy. I know what you’re thinking and let me stop you right there, this wasn’t some mega-orgy with playboy models; just five nerds drinking and arguing about Harry Potter lore. Not even joking. Read more »

My husband is fucking another woman. [fmf] [cuckquean] [voy]

My husband is fucking another woman.

I don't mean in the "staying late after work" or "coming home smelling like perfume” suspicions type way. I mean he's fucking her in the room next door. The headboard is banging against the wall and I can hear her moans. She's a foot and a half away, and my man's fucking her hard.

I'm laying in the dark, naked under a thin sheet, the cool breeze from the window puckering my nipples deliciously. I'm wet, soaking in fact, but I won't touch myself. Not yet. I want the anticipation to last just a little longer, to let my fingertips trace over my hip bones and my ears to strain for just a few more minutes. I'm in heaven. I'm in hell.

He came home with her about twenty minutes ago. The jangling of keys in the lock, hushed gigges and the slip swoosh of hands on silk. She sounds young, he's been at the college bars again. I heard her trip over the doorstep and him catch her, I heard them tiptoe to the door of my room and crack it ever so slightly.

"She's definitely asleep?" Read more »

Review: The Installation [bdsm,sm,voy][mmmfff][Str8]

Hi, this is my first story so feedback is appreciated! Enjoy.

Report by James Cragg.

“In this next room is a bold and challenging new work by one of Scotland’s newest talents, Amy McKenzie. Part performance art, part social experiment ‘The Installation’ endeavours to explore multiple themes, including empathy, eroticism, objectification, revenge and in no small part, sadism. We ask patrons to ensure visitors are over 18 years of age and are of an open minded disposition. Performances are at 10am, 3pm and 7pm.”

As far as understatements go, the placard outside the latest art installation in the Marianne Art Centre has to be one of the most impressive examples. Little could have prepared for this reporter when he ventured into this new showcase of “art” on the recommendation of my good friend Sarah who was helping her fellow graduate (Miss Amy McKenzie herself) with the show. Read more »