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Reddit Hookup and Attraction [MF 40’s]

I had posted in online affairs on Reddit in hopes of finding that person that could help satisfy my sexual needs. I’ve been married for 10 years and love my wife to death but couldn’t get the sexual satisfaction I needed and craved. I have a high sex drive. Feeling horny 24/7, morning, noon and night.

S is what I call her, replied almost immediately. We hit it off. We had identical sexual desires, a lot of the same musical preferences. We both agreed this would be an online only thing and continued chatting for several weeks. We’d share pictures and chat from time to time. The sexting was hot. We had a lot of the same fantasies. We both had an affinity for creampies. Me loving thinking of her walking around in public full of my fertile seed. S loved the feel of me exploding inside her and keeping it there all day. It started to get to where we would sext all day, having each other in ridiculous states of horniness throughout the day. S would text me a picture of her wet fingers, when she escaped to the bathroom at work. I’d send her a pic of a precum stain on my slacks while sitting at my desk. At the end of the day we’d we’d chat and cum together. The orgasms were amazing. Read more »

Daddy’s home, my pet. Part 1 [DD/lg] [D/s] [CNC] [M30s/F20] [Power fantasy] [Face-fuck] [Cum] [Drool]

After a long day of being cooped up in the office, finally I return home. I put my things down and make my way to the bedroom. The floor of the hall creaks under the heavy steps of my large frame and I know you will hear me coming. I turn the knob and step through the doorway and see your tear-filled eyes staring up at me with a mixture of fear and relief. You are crouched low on all fours, made small and restrained within your compact metal girl-cage at the foot of my bed. Your exasperated eyes peer over the fat, pink base of the lengthy rubber dildo that is mounted to the inside of the cage door. This hefty, rubber practice piece keeps your little throat stretched and ready for when Daddy gets home. I smile down at you and watch your eyes follow my hand with anticipation as I reach for the latch to your cage. I hear the excitement in your squirming and moaning as the latch clicks open. Carefully, I open the door which slowly pulls the veiny, pink placeholder from my wet, young cock-warmer. A thick, globby string of drool stretches and hangs from the false set of balls to your quivering little chin and glossy young lips. Its sudden movement within your tortured little throat sends you into a fit of gagging and coughing until the slimy, round head of the dildo emerges from your cute little mouth. Heavy drool pours over your suffering chin and extends in a drooping arc to the lengthy pink dildo as it swings open with the door. Read more »

37M – I want to make your body tremble with my words

I’ve been wanting to practice my foreplay a bit, so I figured why not write a little something and see if it turns you on a bit.

I imagine you’re laying there in a bra and panties touching yourself from all the Reddit posts. That’s what I come in and take my time worshipping your body and edging you to the point that when I say “cum” you gush.

I take your phone and set it next to you and put a blindfold on you. Taking away your sense of sight will heighten your other senses… I then trace the outline of your bra and panty lines with my fingers. Taking my time and blowing hot breath on your bare skin. I slightly spread your legs apart; allowing more access to your inner thighs. Starting on your right foot; I kiss my way slowly up your leg, taking my time on your inner thigh. My beard starts to brush against your leg. I switch legs and do the same with the left side. Read more »

Blind Date at the Museum – Part 1: Meeting (F-M, Female POV, Public, Free Use)

It felt so uneasy to prepare, why would I feel butterflies when I’m meeting a complete stranger? I haven’t been on a date in ages, and online dating has never been something I’m good at. So when after only awkwardly talking for 3 weeks you suggested meeting in public,I wanted to jump at the opportunity!

For the short amount of time we had been talking,there was a real click developing, clearly we wanted very similar things out of life and personality wise you were really pulling me in. We enthusiastically made our plans; where we’d meet, how we’d know to recognize each other, which route to take through the museum we had chosen.

I couldn’t wait but still felt assured by the thought that if anything didn’t go as planned, I could leave at any time, it was in public and I felt safe. You made me feel safe, just with your words. You assured me nothing move forward if I did not want it to.

Act 1
On the day of our first meeting I felt excited jitters, this would be the first time meeting for a date with someone I’ve never even seen! I made sure to wear the clothes you would recognize me by: Read more »

anniversary surprise (F/F)

when you spend a week planning out the best anniversary date ever, just to get a message from your girlfriend last minute that she needs to work. yep, that’s precisely what happened to me. conveniently enough my best friend messaged me shortly after and we decided to go shopping. when i came home I wasn’t prepared for what was expecting me.

A story of love, lust and surprises awaits.

“After getting changed and getting my hair and makeup touched up I moved back to the living room where she was already waiting for me looking out over the city. I walked beside her and leaned onto her shoulder “I love everything of this thank you..”. My voice was calm and gentle as she kissed my head. We spent a little time like this until we decided to eat and spend the evening together. It was a wonderful evening filled with laughter and love, it made the time pass so incredibly fast and before we knew of it I was lying in bed underneath my wonderful girlfriend both only in underwear and kissing.”

https://www.mommystoyshop.com/post/anniversary-sex-ff

Revenge – Part 1 – Prelude

A druid is taking brutal revenge on a succubus that killed his parents by torturing her sexually.

This is planned as a multipart story, I’m going to continue in short intervals.

Revenge is going to be brutal and not for the light hearted. The most basic story starter is based on an idea another reddit user suggested for a roleplay that didn’t take place. As I don’t have contact to said person, I can’t ask whether she likes to be mentioned her. Upon her request I’ll submit this source here later.

—–> Part 1, Prelude

Eugene, Oregon, a farmhouse just outside town

January 1999

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I was sixteen and my world was still intact. I sat in my room and read a book when I heard strange noises from my parent’s bedroom.

I dismissed them for a while, but ultimately went upstairs to check. Sneaking through the house, I made my way to the door of the guestroom. I knew there as a peephole in wall where once a water pipe had crossed to my parent’s bedroom. Read more »

Sissy Issy #sissification #dominatrix #belfast

Beyond the thick glass the lights of the city softened somnolent notes of dusk. The Belfast hills became enshadowed strokes of naive charcoal. Offices all around emptied like hexagonal cells of bees since it was St Patrick’s Day tomorrow and the holiday mood was high.

I was an aberration though and probably not the only one. Others no doubt remained at their places of work too for various reasons – to keep the financial wolves at bay, to avoid the nagging wife/husband and gaggle of kids waiting at home – seeking solitude perhaps? But no, not I. I was not amongst the mundane, I was here waiting.

The waiting brought a newness to my day. I don’t wait willingly as a rule. When for example I ask for documentation to be sent to me within the hour, it arrives promptly, as well it should. When I ask for a coffee, my cute little assistant Sandra brings it to me – promptly. This is my kingdom and I am The King here. Every single brick, tile, desk, wall, vent, wire, lift, conduit, everything in The MaGauran building is mine. All paid for. Read more »

F*cking stories

Why do we write these stories? On whose honor are we wasting time and energy to write some text? Because he/she rubs it on the written letters that form words? To promote yourself. To actually share experiences? I guess everyone has their own reason.

Mine is based on my personality. It started with writing memories because i have injury and have nothing better to do in hospital and it is evolving. I thought to myself, maybe someone will be interested or even like it. So I began by describing my most memorable experiences. I was satisfied with that. I tried to make the writing fairly grammatically correct and understandable, because this is not mine first language. That will be enough, I told to myself. I also enjoyed reading other stories by other writers, and even though I found that I didn’t like certain writing styles, I could still appreciate them. I am not a person who likes to talk in vain to describe one thing. I am a simple writer. My opinion is that you can describe or say anything. Read more »

Jack’s Shorts: Night Town Atrocity

(Similarities with movies/video games are purely by accident and not intended)

W woke up. Her head was dizzy, her sight blurred. She couldn’t remember, what had happened after she went with this new guy to a private room in the Afterdeath, her favorite nightclub.

A few steps away, she saw a naked woman. Wearing a collar around her neck. With its metal ring, it was anchored to the bed, she was kneeling on. This put her face on the bed, preventing her to get up. Her wrists were cuffed to her ankles and a spreader bar kept her feet apart. Her ass high in the air and completely unable to move, she lay there.

W’s vision slowly got better. She noticed, that the woman’s hair color was a similar green to what she’d been using lately. On the back of her head, she could see
the tell-tale band of a ball gag, she had obviously been made to wear.

W felt strange, detached, nauseous – something was very wrong, but she couldn’t put her finger on it. “Was she experiencing a Minddance? No, impossible – the quality was impeccable.”, she thought. Read more »