I’m not a slut, really! [FF]

Okay, I’m not a slut, that is, I’m not gunna to spread my legs for any guy that comes along. I am, actually quite fussy with males. With females, however, I am not so fussy- well, okay, I am a slut. Don’t get me wrong, I love a decent cock, in my mouth, in my pussy, occasionally up my ass, I love it. I also love a tongue, in my mouth, in my pussy even up my ass, it’s a lot of fun. I gotta say though, I love a woman’s body next to mine, her pussy under my mouth, her touch on my breasts, everywhere. I love a dick in me and I love the fingers of a woman in me, pleasuring me. I guess that makes me bi, which is okay.

I gave my virginity to the first guy I dated, way back in high school. It was uncomfortable in the back of his dad’s car. It was also messy, it hurt, but I can say that he was considerate, came quick and got off. At first, he was embarrassed, I think, but then after that, he turned into an asshole. I had no say in it, he wanted sex, I was expected to give it, until I just got fed up with his bullshit. When I told him “no” he wasn’t going to accept that, so I got out the car and walked and jogged the five miles home. Next thing I knew I was being abused at school for being a slut.

My Boss Won’t Take No For An Answer Pt. 4 [Cuckolding] [Boss Bull] [Cruel] [Blackmail]

This is part 4 of a series.  
In my last post, I just told my husband that I have a new
bull, but not who  the new man was. I let him reclaim me, and fell asleep
without telling him  anything else. 
I woke up before my husband, and discovered I had work email  notifications. My boss had moved our lunch meeting up to just before the start of my first class.  If I start right away, I can almost do my routine and still be there on time.
Almost. I have no time to spare, and husband wakes up and comes into the bathroom. He obviously needs attention. Most cuckolds get a lot  of angst when their partner finds someone that they have strong new relationship energy with. Mine was no exception, and he was pouting that I would not share more information with him. I am usually gentle with him, and if  I did not have a surprise meeting, I would entertain his fantasies. 
Part of my mind considers whether my boss is doing this as a power trip, and I think I already know the answer. I tune back into husband telling me how I need to pay attention to him, while I’m
trying to do my makeup.

Sensual story of the best sex me [F] and my husband [M] have had in years!

I am a little nervous sharing my story, but I am also so excited that I want to share it with all the world. Last week I had the best sex of my life.

I am an older woman, old enough to have two children in their early teens and I’ve been married for 15+ years. The first years the sex was amazing and both me and my husband were very happy. During my pregnancy with our first child, let’s call him Nathan, I felt so fat and ugly like you cannot imagine, but my husband was very supportive and would engage in various intimate actions whenever I wanted. However, during my second pregnancy, and I don’t want to make it sound like he was in any way bad, but… he didn’t go out of his way to tell me that I looked beautiful like he did during my first pregnancy, and I guess that did take a toll on me. Even after the pregnancy was over and I gave birth to the most beautiful girl in the world (totally unbiased opinion btw! :P) and I lost most of my excess, my husbands sex drive withered away. We haven’t had really, really good sex for over 10 years at this point.

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My Wife Hired a Sex Therapist, Part 2 (genuinely good sex advice, MF, drama)

You don’t have to read Part 1 first to understand this one. If you like this, check out my 3-part Latvian Sister-in-Law series.

With his wife’s permission, Tyler has been having an affair with his brother’s ex-wife, Anna, for several years. Anna recently married Dave, a charming Don Juan lawyer from Costa Rica. Anna still wants an open marriage so she can occassionally be with Tyler, but Dave is so attractive that Tyler can’t compete for her affection. Even Cammie started sleeping with Dave. Now Tyler has been having sex less than ever.

In Part 1, Cammie offered to help by sending Tyler to a sex therapist named Jenny Waters. Apparently, Cammie didn’t know that Jenny likes to take a hands-on approach.

I’m sure that my wife, Cammie, noticed that I was acting strangely. It had been three days since my first session with Jenny. To say that the treatment had been unconventional would be a major understatement. She was a sexy, confident woman in her mid 20s that helped her male clients with their sex lives by actually having sex with them. She rocked my world by fucking me better than I had been fucked in months. She said it was just an ice breaker and the next session would be different.

[M48] I fucked my daighter’s best [F19]riend (fiction)

My wife divorced me 4 years ago. We share custody of our daughter Lena who is 22. Lena always likes that I’m more lenient then her mother. Lena wanted to have a sleep over but her mom said no. Lena asked me and I said yes as long as it’s not over 4, 5 people at max. I also told Lena she’d have to clean up after. She agreed, Lena invited her friends here and they spent most of the time on their phones watching TikTok’s or whatever girls that age do. I left them alone, went to my room and watched TV. I went downstairs to get myself a drink around 4am. I saw the girls sleeping on the floor in their sleeping bags/blankets/pillows in their cute pajamas. I was just there to make sure they’re okay as I tip-toed back upstairs.

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A Night on the Beach, Part 1 [MF, Public]

“Are you ready?”

Jenny stood at the door of the hotel room, with an eager grin on her face. She bit her bottom lip as she watched Tony put on his flip flops and get up from the bed. She herself was wearing a black bikini, hidden under a long, white t shirt, while Tony had on blue swimming trunks and a yellow, sleeveless t shirt.

As Tony leaned past Jenny to open the door, she whispered in his ear, “forgetting something?” She giggled at him as he quickly turned around and picked up a small, light shovel from the foot of the bed.

She practically raced him to the elevator; her short, brown hair still waving against her shoulders as she pushed the “down” button. The elevator doors opened up, introducing the young couple to a much older couple. They all politely smiled at each other as the younger couple stepped in.

“A bit late to be digging for seashells, isn’t it?” the older man commented.

“Well… we didn’t want to be bothered by anyone,” Jen responded, “I’m not even sure they allow digging on this beach.”

Sex On The Beach [M55/F39/M32] [DD/lg] [Threesome] [Voyeurism] [part 2]

“Excuse me,” said a male voice from behind her. This was not her Poppi’s voice at all. She quickly turned around on all fours to face the person who addressed her.

“Ummmmm….”’ was all she could get out. She was very aware that she was naked and so was he. He looked way more than she was judging by how hard his dick was.

“Do you know someone named Poppi?” he asked.

She nodded her head. She wondered why he was asking her about Poppi. Was he okay?

“I’m Mathew. I saw him while he was coming back here. He made a proposal and I said ‘Yes.’” he explained.

“What did he propose?” she asked.

“Well,’ said Mathew, “ he did I could have sex with his princess with one stipulation.”

Mathew paused.

“What..? What did he say?” she asked.

“He said that I could, if he watched.” Mathew replied.

She quickly looked around and couldn’t see Poppi.

“He said that?” she asked. She rose from all fours to her knees.

“Yes. He said for me to tell you that you have a choice and that you are very naughty for your Good Daddy, so you will make the right choice.” he said.

The End of Apartment 303 – Chapter 9: Shave My Dirty Little Pussy [FM][20s][Sensual]

*Author’s Note: Nothing like a good orgasm to knock out a hangover, am I right? Is it just me or do you also wake up incredibly horny after a night of drinking? More chapters are posted at r/KellyBoomErotica*

**- Chapter 9: Jamie -**

*Thank the fucking gods!* I screamed inside my head when the professor finally ended the lecture. Usually I enjoyed her lectures, but it was Friday, I finally had a night off work, and I needed to sleep. Nightmares had continued to plague me. *Charlie is right, we’re all handling the impending end of Apartment 303 differently, and I’m not handling it well.* That’s why I needed to get home, soak in the bath all night, and sleep. *Please gods, let me sleep!*

With my head down, rushing across campus towards home, determined to push over and trample anyone who got in my way, I cursed under my breath when someone shouted my name.

I tried to ignore whoever it was, but another, closer, “Jamie, I know you can hear me!” shout cut over the jovial banter of a college campus on a Friday afternoon.

The moment of removal

Isn’t it one of the most exciting parts of sex? That moment when he (or she) takes down your panties. If it is the first time, and you want them, it’s that moment of still wanting, before they get to touch you intimately, the not knowing yet how it will be; the desire and the excitement. The intimacy.

I felt that so often in my days of having different partners. There are stages to this. From chatting to flirting to kissing. To being alone. To passionate kisses and wandering hands. To removal of shirts, trousers. Bras. And then knickers. The thrill of his or her hand moving in that direction for the first time, maybe touching you through the silk, maybe slipping their hand inside. OMG, I remember thinking the first time. He is going to touch my cunt, nobody but me has ever done that. Feeling the panties slip off, lifting my hips to help him remove them. Exposing me.

Years on. With my husband, it is still a Moment. We can jump from casual stroking to sex quite fast, but there is still a moment, when he starts to tug at my panties, that I know we are going to fuck or he is going to make me come.

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The Witch Hunter, Chapter VI

Chapter 6 – Too Close for Comfort

A tiny string of drool connected Therica’s lips to the floor, where it formed a small puddle in front of her eyes. A human would have passed out hours ago, but even she was getting dizzy after hanging directly upside down for so long. Her ankles and legs were bound up together, hanging from the ceiling, her arms folded up in a tight reverse prayer behind her back, a bondage harness tightly squeezing her bare breasts. Weiss was kneeling down in front of her head, and as she slowly rotated on the spot he came completely into view, looking quite grim, which was bad news for her. A bad mood meant more torture and humiliation for her, but this time something was different, he was holding a small vial filled with dark red liquid.

It took her a second to realise what the red liquid was, even though she had used it herself so many times in the past. Her head was a mess, how could he have possibly gotten his hands on that? All the implications slowly dawned on her, this was very bad, horrible even. This just might be the end of her. She failed to hide her dumbstruck expression and he smirked slightly.