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[MF] Getting even with my ex: the aftermath

In sex stories on the internet, when you get a text from a woman wanting you to fuck her brains out, you pounce without a thought.

In real life, things are different.

What I had done to Sud was supposed to be cathartic and one-time only. Sud’s sister and I dated since last year of high school. Our parents were friends. There was so much that could go wrong here that when I got that text my heart started beating fast.

What the fuck had I gotten myself into now?

If anyone back home got to know that I was messing around in the older sister’s marriage after being in a long relation with the younger one, the shit that could hit the fan would blow the roof out with it.

No way man, no fucking way you can do this. You are still in grad school, you can find a girl. You can find love again. Is it sex? You can get that too if you want. This is not worth it. You got your revenge, now this is done. Forget this and move on in life. Don’t touch this. Read more »

Gaming interruption. [FM]

Wearing my thigh high socks and nothing else… unless you count the shackles on my wrist behind my back. Kneeling low with my legs spread, waiting quietly for a shred of attention that you might throw my way. Vulnerable and exposed just the way you liked me. I adjusted my legs slightly, hoping to restore some feeling back into them. I can tell that I’m dripping wet already, waiting for you. Your monitor light reflected off your face, busy with the game you’re playing, talking to your mates as if you didn’t have a naked, little sex toy waiting for you. I exhaled loudly.

Nothing.

I moaned in frustration.

Your typing froze momentarily, “I’ll be back in a sec guys.” you said into your mic. You swung your chair around to face me. You rested your arms on your arm rest and leaned your head onto a clenched fist, studying me, frowning. My heart beat increased and my breathing deepened, wondering what you were thinking, knowing I made a mistake. It felt like a lifetime of your intense stare before you whispered “Did I give you permission to make a noise?” Read more »

Sex Doll Threesome [Twisted]

Those two ladies were asking for it, lying together in a pile in the back of my friend Chet’s closet, looking up at me with those huge glittering blue eyes, their perfect features locked in a permanent lusty grimace, their large mouths open and inviting, each surrounded by a perfect set of soft, lush red lips.

I looked around over my shoulder to make sure the three of us were alone, even though I already knew we were. I had been house sitting for my buddy Chet for two days while he was away at a family gathering. In that time I had searched and rummaged through all of his shit, had gone through all of his hidden porn magazines and movies, and masturbated endlessly until those things had lost their allure. I had searched, found a stash of weed, found some compromising pictures of someone maybe his cousin or something, found his diary and had read it, and then after I had found a small notebook with some passwords, I hopped on his computer, figured out his log in credentials, and nosed through all of his shit, including some sex pictures with his ex wife, and a few videos of him getting head from a friend of his Kim, who I recognized. I saved all the pictures and video to my own flash drive, and closed up his computer. Read more »

Poker-Night Orgy

I should have known better. Of course I should. I knew how much my husband’s poker nights meant to him, and how competitive they had become. I don’t mean the cards though. Sure, they all wanted to win, but after ten years or more of the boys playing against each other, the edge had gone. Rob enjoyed victory at the card table, as did his mates, but some nights they won and some they lost. They never bet what they couldn’t afford to lose – on the cards, at least.

About a year ago, so Rob told me, the poker itself had started getting a little stale and the gang were looking for ways to spice things up a bit. For a few months they got competitive over who could put on the best spread. One month they would be at Chris’ house and he got in some speciality beers instead of the usual cans of Carling. A few weeks later at Jim’s place they were treated to a sushi buffet. They came to our home and Rob got champagne. Read more »

[MF] Getting even with my ex: Part 2

Sud was dripping like a faucet. The denial, the manhandling, the rough behaviour and the long sex drought had really turned her on. Her ass was perfect. It was curvy and big. I wanted to split it open with my cock. My dick stretched her unused pussy and she let out a whimper and then quickly quietened herself with her palm. I smacked her ass upon noticing that. She let out a wince and moan.

Me:When you are with me, you will moan like a bitch. Don’t dare quieten yourself. Do you understand?

Sud:umm ummm ummmmmm unnnffff

Her moans are matching my strokes.

Smack! Another slap on her ass. I was letting loose on that booty. It was enticing to watch it jiggle as the slap would land on it. I was beginning to enjoy being rough on Sud. Her body kind of drove the desire into top gear. I couldn’t fathom how her husband could be cold to her. This woman was built to be fucked rough.

Me:Do you understand?

Sud:Oh yes, oh yes.. ohhhh Read more »

Anxious Homemakers: Part 2

Monday. 10:45 a.m. Claire Willis and Rachel McGilll were having coffee as usual in Claire’s dining room. Claire was telling Rachel about how a neighbor’s exclusive handbag was actually a cheap knockoff.

As Claire explained, “So she says, I bet it was $10,000. And I say I bet she didn’t spend ten bucks. And she says, no way,and I say, way. And she says, how can you tell? And I say, you can totally tell by the stitching. And…”

Rachel’s cellphone interrupted Claire’s story.

“Sorry.” Rachel said with a sheepish smile. Claire frowned and sipped her coffee while Rachel checked the caller’s number.

“Sorry got to go.” Rachel declared abruptly.

“Hey!” Claire objected but Rachel was out the door in an instant.

“She’s been acting real crazy recently.” Claire mused as she went to her front window to see where Rachel was going. She went into Dr. Don’s house across the street.

“Oh that ho!” Claire laughed. “I’ll surprise her and the doc when they’re getting it on. Let me time this right. Five minutes chit chat. Two minutes to strip. Ten minutes for foreplay. Strike that. The doc has got to be a slow mover—15 minutes for foreplay. So I’ll give them roughly 30 minutes and start banging on the door. That will scare them totally shitless.” Read more »

Anxious Housewives: Part 1

Claire Willis and Rachel McGill did not have much in common. Claire was a trophy wife; Rachel had married her college sweetheart. Claire was outgoing and gregarious. Rachel was the shy and reserved type. Claire liked expensive clothes; Rachel mostly wore t-shirt and jeans except when she was going out on the town. Despite these differences, they shared one important thing in common. They were trapped in a seemingly never-ending cycle of domestic routine. They got up, made breakfast, exercised, showered, had lunch, volunteered at a local charity, made dinner, had dinner, watched TV and went to bed. They did the same things day after day. If their husbands were home, they were worked into the routine. Since their husbands were rich high-powered businessmen, they often weren’t around and Claire and Rachel’s routine, more often than not, stayed the same.

Since Claire and Rachel did mostly the same things, they came to be friends and commiserated over their mundane existences and their frustration with those mundane existences. This commiseration usually took place over coffee about 10:30 am.

It was this frustration over their boredom that one day caused Claire to make a stunning declaration over this coffee. Read more »

Grumpy Pete’s MILF tenant (What happens when you don’t have your rent when you should.) [old/young][LL/tenant][blowjob]

By J.K. Jones

Grumpy Pete looked up as he was walking home from the HandiMart. He gripped the 40 ounce beer bottle in the brown bag a little tighter as he noticed two hinky looking men strolling down the street toward him. His wrinkled, weathered face scrunched suspiciously as he squinted to see if he recognized the two who approached.

No such luck. “Old man…,” one said, nodding politely in greeting, and then the two were past him, ignoring his withering stare. Harrumphing, Grumpy Pete moved slowly across a cross street. His house on Laptide Drive was a five block stroll from HandiMart, where he liked to buy his cheap beer, smokes, Lotto tickets and occasionally a chili dog with onions. He was a spry old bugger, barely 71 years old, and liked to make that walk at least once a day. When he was feeling particularly thirsty for more beer, he made it more than once daily. Pete turned off the sidewalk and moved up his driveway, looking at his house and wondering how long it had been since he had painted it. Read more »

I let a stranger finish inside me in an empty train station

I didn’t tell him I was ovulating. I didn’t tell him my mind was spinning out of control, desperate to have my insides flooded. But I’m sure he could sense it. I’m sure he could taste the urgency in my juices as we got hot and sweaty in the empty train station.

The man (I never learned his name) bumped against me after coming down the stairwell. It was late at night, and the place was empty. The trains delayed. He had a frenzied look in his eyes and a smile that won my raging heart. It didn’t take long before he had me pinned against a movie poster, groaning and growling as he wrenched down my pants. One hand squeezed my tit, the other massaged my ass as if he thought I was hiding something in there.

“I fucking love your ass,” he whispered in my ear.

My response was to moan for him, begging him to go harder. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and pressed my face against the wall. It felt so cold compared to my flushed cheeks, and I moaned again. Read more »