Is it cheating when you don’t see his face? [Mf] [MDom] [cheating]

***Based on a Personal Experience***

When your husband works overnights things can get pretty lonely, this you knew well. All the logical reasons were there – the money was better, you were both saving up to move into a new home, etc. But you couldn’t help feeling the loneliness creep in with the sunset and when he walked out that door at 10:30 the need overwhelmed you….

Your husband leans over the bed, tells you he loves you, and kisses you while you lay in your sheer nightdress with nothing underneath. While there was sincerity in his voice his eyes did not linger at what was under the nightgown and, almost ritualistically, leaned over to the edge of the bed and shut off the light leaving you in the darkness. He would then, as usual, walk out the door closing it quietly. Then in the distance you heard him open and then shut and lock the front door. Finally, you would hear his car start up in the parking lot of the apartment building and drive off to work, not to be seen again until after the Sun had risen.

Becoming One [Mf, MDom]

As you kneel there on the bed waiting, your senses are heightened, at least all of them except for the one that I have revoked from you. Inside your core an electric ball of nervous energy pulses intensifying everything from your heartbeat to your nervous breaths. You feel the blanket beneath your legs and on your fingertips with a new awareness noticing its texture with an acute awareness that you know has only been brought on by this moment. Your freshened mouth salivates with anticipation and you strain your ears listening closely for the slightest sound. The only thing you have to calm your nerves are the deep breaths you take in through your nose that you release slowly from your mouth. As you breathe a sense of longing and desire that has been bundled inside of you for so long, perhaps your entire life, feels like it is coming alive for the first time.

When we first met [MF]

I hope this turns a woman reading this out there on as much as it has turned me on writing it. A hope wrapped up in a story.

As soon as our eyes and lips connected everything else about the world immediately melted away. Whoever we were as individuals, the lives that we led, the drudgery of our day to day, whoever others expected us to be evaporated upon the moment of our connection. With our mouths open and my lips pressing against yours, you respond with equal intensity pushing back, your tongue slipping its way into my mouth for the first time, running along the grid of my teeth before gliding between them and meeting my own. Just as with our lips they connect, tasting and exploring each other, electrifying our bodies.

As we kiss you feel my hands grip your upper arms just beneath your shoulders. Squeezing you firmly from the sides you can sense how much I need you as I push forward into you forcing you to catch yourself stepping backwards with one foot then the other, back and back, until suddenly you're pressed firmly against the wall, boxed in for my pleasure. As I push my hard body up against you the unbridled passion intensifies our breathing and redoubles the intensity of our locked lips.

Long lost kitten finds her owner [MF – MDom]

We first met online, after you read an erotic story I wrote that you just couldn't get out of your head. It was something about the tone it was written it, the subtle, yet forceful, dominance of the man in the story. It was so well written you wanted to know who was behind it… and when you did you weren't disappointed.

Our relationship developed quickly enough. It didn't take long for me to know who you really were, and it made your stomach alight with butterflies each time I spoke to you in such a way that reminded us both of your desire to be controlled… your desire to be owned. But not just the tied up and spanked type of owned – like truly and completely owned. I could tell almost from the start that you wanted to give yourself completely to the man who could see it in you and draw that side out of you.

The Professor [Mff – MDom]

As a relatively young professor at a university you must face the question regarding student relationships. My general rule was to keep it professional. Every semester my lecture hall would be filled with young, horny, nubile teenagers recently freed from their parents control and extremely sexually active. Although I'm comparably young in comparison to the other professors there still was a better part of two decades between us.

And whether they liked my subject matter or not sooner or later came the girls that just ended up liking my personality. Some would stay after to chat and ask questions, others would ask for extra help at some time where we could be alone, others still would invite me to parties or walk and talk with me on the way to class. Some would go as far as to wear dresses and skirts, spreading obviously to give me a glimpse.

Despite this, I always kept it professional, even at times that were very very difficult. The rational part of my brain would kick in – these are hormonal girls who can love you one week and have an emotional breakdown the next. It was best to just avoid the whole landscape. But then came Pamela and Carla.

The Good Slut (Part 2) [MMmf] [Cheating]

This is The Good Slut (Part 2). Check my username for Part 1. I appreciated the popularity of Part 1 so I made an effort to finish Part 2 today. Some errors may still be there but I think overall if you liked Part 1 you will certainly enjoy Part 2

Edit – the title should actually be [MMMmf]

Your memories of losing your virginity were always a pleasure to recall. It wasn't the men specifically that was nice to recall, but instead you prided yourself on your boldness. The stereotype of a woman is that she's fragile, submissive, and weak- constantly fearing for her life around men. Even feminist women could hold this stance. Men should check themselves, take extra special attention to how he expresses himself around a woman because, it is implied, that she can't handle it herself. It's true that men are, on average, physically stronger than women but since when did everything come down to that? Is it not true also, on average, that women are far more socially adept than men? You knew this to be true for yourself.

The Good Slut (Part 1) [fMM]

This is the first installment of a two or more part series entitled "The Good Slut." Part 1 is largely a setup for Part 2 but the length warranted a split. The premise is about what happens when a woman craves sex just like a man but is socially adept enough to know not to let it define her reputation? Find out in the first installment of "The Good Slut." If you haven't read my other stories check out my submissions on my username

Nothing made you cringe more than when you heard another woman say it – “How come when a guy does it it's acceptable but when a girl does it she's considered a slut?” The way the entire argument was framed was what you hated most about it. It was a proud display of ignorance at the very moment the woman speaking it was certain she was making a point. Whenever you heard these words spoken you automatically scanned for the nearest exit. And it happened more often than you ever would have imagined like a karmic curse for having thoroughly embraced the title but only in complete secrecy.

While He Sleeps… [MF] [MDom] [Cheating]

This is a short collaborative story between myself and YuriLemon with hopes of doing more complete ones in the future. In this story we take turns with me beginning the story. Please be aware that POV changes back with each line. Names have been substituted with usernames.

You let me know when he's asleep through text. Then because you left the doors unlocked I slip in and pull out my long thick meaty cock that I know you've been fantasizing about all day. I stand over you in the dark room and you sense my presence. You cuddle up next to him but leave your ass exposed out of the covers, right at the edge of the bed, and I slowly, quietly push myself inside of you. While you snuggle your top half close to him I crave your pussy more and I start pumping you harder to the point where you begin to moan so I reach under the covers and grab your big tit in my hand pinching your nipple til your silent. When he suddenly adjusts, I stop, standing over you both, my cock still inside of you. When he settles I slowly pull out and you adjust yourself so that your head is now positioned near the edge of the bed. That's where you start sucking my pussy-soaked cock with your mouth while I slowly and quietly uncover you exposing your completely naked body. But I don't stop there… that's when I slowly crawl into bed on top of you….

Crossing the line [MF] [Cheating, MDom]

Note to reader – This is my first publicly posted story. I enjoy writing stories of all types but have found women particularly enjoy when I write something erotic. While all my stories I plan on posting here will be fictional they are based off of very real situations. Of course, as many other writers here have done, I do plan on crossing cultural taboos here and they do not always represent how I feel or what I specifically enjoy. I am appealing to more taboo female fantasies just to see what sort of response I get. Although this one is pretty tame that will not always be the case. If you like it please let me know. Disclaimer- I think it's important to respect everyone and just because I write it doesn't necessarily mean you should do it. Without further adieu – Crossing the Line: