Author: yetothinkofit

Forced — Forced to have sex with my boyfriend during a fight.

It was happening again. We were fighting, I don’t even know why, did I do something wrong, did he? All that I knew for sure was that at the moment I hated him, absolutely, everything about him, and the look in his eyes said he hated me as well.

I screamed at him, “You’re a manipulative fucking prick!”

He screamed back, “You’re a two faced lying bitch!”

We were both in an uncontrollable rage now, I spat at him. He wiped it off, and as he did so something changed in his eyes, it scared me. He’d never hit me before, but I thought that he might now. I could see that some line had been crossed, some threshold broken; now he was truly in an uncontrollable rage.

He stepped towards me, I stepped back. My anger forgotten for the moment, replaced by fear, I was sure he was going to hit me now. Even when I’d hit him in the past, he’d never hit me back, he thought it was cute, I couldn’t hurt him, no matter how hard I hit him, and it had always infuriated me. Read more »

Lesbians Can Have Sex Spooning Too- Cuddling turns sexual.

God, I love spooning. I love how warm and safe I feel with her arms around me. I can feel her face buried in my shoulder and I’m so happy. She leaves some soft kisses down my neck, intending surely to be sweet, but of course causing goosebumps to rise up on my neck and arms. I can’t be too sexual right now… she’s enjoying just cuddling.

I lay there for a while and try not to think about how good her lips feel and how badly I want her.

Ugh I want to be filled so badly, my mind keeps wandering back to it no matter where I try to lead it. I just want it fast and hard right now…

“Yeah baby?” She says.

What? My eyes fly open- I didn’t say that out loud did I? Oh fuck- I’ve been grinding my ass into her without even thinking about it.

“Um, just… getting comfortable, sorry” I say. I don’t want to annoy her. She chuckles, and I feel one of her hands slowly slide down to my hip, while the other slides under my shirt, cupping a tit. Read more »

Shy Wife Goes To Strip Club

My wife Sharon has from time to time spoken about being curious about strip clubs. This is not something that I could ever press her on. She would clam up and act like I was a pervert. However, I have always kept this in the back of my mind. 

I have a theory that all women, no matter how modest, have an exhibitionist streak in them to some degree. They like to show off, especially if they are attractive or have a nice body. My wife falls into both of these categories. At 42 she is a cute, thin brunette with perky A cup breasts. There are always guys hovering around her and she occasionally comes home with stories of being hit on. When it’s a young guy hitting on her, I’m assured of some action that night.

One night we were going out to dinner and the kids were with their grandparents. At dinner, as I plied her with wine, I tried to get her to admit to wanting to do something a little more sexually daring. She was being coy but I could see the wheels spinning in her head. Throughout dinner I would run my hand along her bare thigh under the table. At first she would brush my hand away and look around to see if anyone was looking but eventually she let me explore a little more. To make sure she stayed comfortable, I didn’t push her too far. Read more »

Naughty Ch. 1 — Girls discover fun with a pillow. [FF] [Lesb]

When Denise got to bed, she couldn’t help but feel sexy. tonight had been so crazy! She’d been to a sorority party on the college campus that night, and she’d had quite a bit to drink. She’d also seen some of the sexiest guys and girls in town, and it was doing things to her. Courtney had been at the party with her, and they had both been pretty turned on by the goings on. Guys and girls making out left and right. Girls and girls making out in quiet dark corners. Noticing that her roommate wasn’t around, Denise slipped her hand down her belly and did a little work on herself as she drifted off to sleep.

Denise woke up the next morning, still feeling tingles of desire. She was supposed to meet Courtney at her dorm room to go work out. When Denise got to Courtney’s room, Courtney wasn’t there. Erika, Courtney’s roomate, told Denise that Courtney was out at breakfast, and that she’d be back in about a half hour or so. Denise sat on Courtney’s bed and kinda minded her own business as Erika stripped down and got dressed right in front of her. Erika was a HOT little piece, and Denise had had MANY fantasies about her, but Erika’s boyfriend Steve might not approve of Denise raping his woman in her own dorm room. Read more »

A Wife Hesitates to be Watched- Her bisexual stepfather persuades her.

Laura stretched her slim, 28-year-old body as her husband kissed his way from Laura’s breasts to her navel. They were both naked, in their bedroom beside the pool of the rented holiday villa. It was midnight. Laura looked up at the ceiling and allowed herself to relax, even though she wondered if Matt was cheating on her again. She knew the first time he’d fucked the woman, a neighbour in the next street back home. Laura had smelt the women’s perfume on him.

She hadn’t said anything. Laura reckoned, though, that Matt had done it again many times – screwed the same neighbour – and Laura wondered if she ought to have a showdown or quietly ignore it and hope Matt would get bored of her.

Matt kissed the beginning of Laura’s pubic hair, a hark neatly trimmed strip that ran to her clit. He whispered, ”Imagine we’re being watched, Laura. There’s someone we know who’s in the room.”

She fantasised aloud who it might be. ”Another man? Is he naked?”

”Yes. A man who fancies you. He wants to undress. Shall we let him?” Read more »

Holiday Threesome- A married couple invites a friend over for holiday fun.

Two and a half years into the stag-vixen lifestyle, James and Ann had established a good rhythm. Their relationship between the two of them was as strong as ever – if not stronger – and they were enjoying a lot more excitement than most parents in their mid-30s enjoyed. Even amid the pandemic of 2020, the couple managed to ease back into a safe and fun lifestyle as they continued to carefully select partners with whom to share Ann.

Since beginning this way of life, James had shared Ann with what had to be at least a dozen men. Most of them were people the couple first met online and developed a relationship through chatting until a level of comfort was reached where they would meet, often to have group sex. There were a couple anomalies where James and Ann met someone local in public, and the events of the night led to bringing the lucky gentleman to a hotel with them and giving him a night he would never forget. Still fewer of the participants, two to be exact, were friends of James’s prior to this exploration of group sex with his wife. Read more »

Dance with Me- A couple enjoy a dance that escalates.

They sit side by side on the slate of the fireplace enjoying the happy crackling warmth of the flames behind them. Their conversation flows as easily as the wine they sip as they share stories late into the evening. Her emerald green hair falls in her face and he raises a hand to tuck it behind her ear. She bites her lip, suddenly shy at his touch, but smiles … shifts closer.

Their glasses empty, he takes them to the kitchen, places them in the sink. She stands, smooths her simple black dress, and watches the snow fall through the windows. The white blanket, as yet unmarred, spreads out before her – smooth and pristine.

The silence is replaced by a soft melody drifting toward her. She turns to find him standing there, hand outstretched wearing a welcoming smile. “Dance with me.”

As the soulful song surrounds them they move toward one another, eyes meeting long before bodies, his the blue of the sky, hers the blue of the sea yet swirling with the same storm. His broad palm moves to the small of her back. She takes a steadying breath and places her left hand on his shoulder. He takes her right hand in his and gives it an encouraging squeeze before guiding her across the floor. Read more »

Can’t Help Myself- sitting at the computer playing with myself.

As I write this, I should tell you, that I’m wet. More than wet. Turned on. My skin is tingling. 

Ten minutes ago, I was looking for something to put inside me. And fifteen minutes before that, I had been lazily fingering myself. Pulling aside my panties, tugging on my lips, spreading myself apart with two fingers. Left handed. I had a leg propped up on the table to reach myself better. It was easier to thrust my fingers inside me. I touched my pussy like a stranger. Gentle, curiously exploring. Slightly uncoordinated since I was using my off-hand. I was moist. I know you keep lube hidden in the drawer of the computer desk. But trust me, I didn’t need it. 

The more I fingered myself, the more I wanted… well, more. When I was done teasing myself, that’s when I decided to find something to fill me. I used the sharpie marker. The thick one. It went in ridiculously easy. I pushed it in and out several times, using different angles. I could feel it sliding around but it was not enough to clamp around. I needed to have something large enough for my pussy to squeeze.  Read more »

The Farmer’s Daughter- She finds her first time with a stranger.

Beautiful was the sky today. The sun was shining brightly over the plowed field. The smell of freshly cut wheat lingered in the air, and a soft breeze carried forgotten pieces across the field.

She stood there for awhile, looking over the vast horizon, wondering if she would ever leave this place. Ridiculous, she thought, no one would ever come for her.

She found a deserted spot in the field, not far from the forest laying to the west of her, and lay her blanket down on the soft ground. This was her time. Her father always let her lay in the open field when he was done plowing it. She looked high above her, and winced at the bright sun and sighed. A perfect finish to a hard day’s work.

She sat down on the blanket, and removed her faded jean overalls, revealing her blue one-piece bathing suit she had been anxiously wearing underneath. She wasn’t what most men would call a beauty, as she still had some of her baby fat, which she had hoped to get rid of by at least her 28th birthday. Unfortunately, that day had come and gone two years ago. So she struggled with her weight everyday, wishing she could look like the supermodels she saw in the magazines they sold in the city. Read more »

Getting My Pussy Eaten by a Man

Your hands run up and down my body, sliding over every curve. Your right hand twirls my hair between your fingers. Our lips meet in a fiery, passionate embrace, your hands drop down to my shorts. Your hands gently squeeze my luscious ass, I can feel that warm throbbing in my midriff bursting into life and grow warm.

You gently push me onto the bed, as you gently take my top off, revealing my red lacy bra underneath. Our lips press against each other, we break apart, close enough I can still feel your breath on my neck as you kiss my ear and whisper, “Don’t move, don’t make a sound.” The sound of your deep manly voice makes my pussy grow wet.

You hear me let out a long excited sigh and moan in answer, as a smile now spreads across your face. Your hand now traces a line from my shoulder down my spine, until you reach the clasp on my bra, where you unclasp it. Read more »