A couple discover their kinky side at the beach with some strangers [MF]

My wife Sue and I had often joked about the “Seven Year Itch” and now here we were coming up on our seventh anniversary and I had to admit that although the relationship was still just as good or even better than it was, the sex was getting a bit boring and no where near often enough to prevent frustration.

A couple of kids had curtailed our nude romps around the house and we were limited to our bedroom late at night if Sue was in the mood after a long day so I basically had to take care of my frustrations in private.

I had tried numerous times to talk about it but Sue either got angry or called me a sicko so I resigned myself to taking care of it myself.

I didn’t want to destroy our great relationship by getting caught with a bit on the side but a woman’s body was a damn sight nicer that a calloused hand and I had started to think that if an opportunity arose I probably wouldn’t be able to resist. I really needed to dump a load at least once a day and then the temptations and frustrations were wiped away for the rest of the day.

Deep diving in the stacks, part 1 [FF] [exposition/affective framing]

Before the pandemic, she was one of the nameless strangers I saw on campus all the time but had never actually conversed with. Our coffee and teaching schedules must have been synced, given the number of times I had seen her reading in the café, standing in line for coffee, or walking towards the library just as I walked out of it. Her hairstyles varied, but were always perfect, complimented with bright lipstick that accentuated her fantastic vintage-inspired wardrobe, and heels that lengthened the long line of her shapely legs. On days I was running late, wearing a no-iron button-up and slim-fit slacks over just barely clean enough chucks, hair a wild cloud of curls, I wished I could have even half of her perpetual gravitas. And on days I dressed with care, applying the tiniest bit of eye makeup and lip balm to set off my own vintage dresses, choosing a wide belt to cinch in my small waist, amplifying the curves of my full chest and fuller ass, she was one of the ones I thought about seeing and showing off for.

Roscoe Forthright. The Skull Ritual. Spurt Semen on the Skull.

**As a leader of an international sex cult,** I can say I have seen no porn in the past 40 years which is more interesting than my daily life. My life is cheerful and fun,populated by a small and affectionate group of exquisite young heterosexual and bisexual human females. I think of them as Temple Virgins, though none are virgins, and few enter temples of any kind. ***I spend time developing my sex rituals,writing them down, and trying them out with the girls,*** as a way todecide what works, and what does not work. Both in making sexyfilms, and in creating rituals, my intention is to generate worthwhile spiritual content, and worthwhile spiritual results.

***Many people would get more from porn,if porn had even one small hint of worthwhile spiritual content.***As things stand, most 21st Century porn gets boring afteran hour or two, because it lacks humor, and lacks cheerful,warm-hearted fun, and 99.999% of the time lacks all thought-worthycontent. We watch acrobatic men and women, and girls with dicks,all of which get dull, even when the bodies are pretty to look at,and everyone moans at the appropriate moments. Often we see forms ofbody-twisting which are simply not possible for most humans, on aregular basis. ***Everything is fake and exaggerated, and that is oneprimary source of boredom.*** Point-of-view, amateur porn is often morefun the slick professional porn. Even with POV there is little to think about.If you think I am exaggerating, watch a few of my videos (roscoeforthright.com) My own life is more fun and more interesting than anything I see on TV, cable, streaming services, ***and most especially more fun than any modern porn.***

Bathroom Stall – Two girls connect on dance floor and finish in bathroom.

Jesse’s fingers were slipping from her hand to just grasp at Liz’s fingertips. The pressure she was exerting to hold onto her was making Liz’s fingertips throb.

They had been dancing in the center of the room, and an escalation of contact had begun. It began with the occasional bump of the hips, a hand resting on an arm. Jessie’s eyes had been sparkling as she laughed on the floor. Liz was more serious, staring back at the more petite girl, constantly stepping in closer. The crowd of dancing bodies helped by moving in a wave to her back, holding them in. Once you lost your moving room once, it was gone.

It was the sharp shove from behind that started it. Liz’s hands flew out to grip onto Jessie’s waist as she swayed, then balanced. Her upper fingers rested on the bare flesh of Jessie’s waist. The skin was warm, moist with sweat. She let her thumb rub up on the bare skin. It was hard to focus on dancing, though the wild bouncing body in front of her didn’t seem to struggle.

Lockdown Love, I Fucked My Daughter

“You should put some clothes on before you come down here, and stop walking around the house like you were still ten years old. You’re eighteen now Rachael, you should act like it.” I told her, the slightest sternness to my tone.

“But you liked it didn’t you daddy?” She said smiling, toying with me. “Didn’t you?” She said, now pulling at my cheek jokingly, trying to make me laugh.

She always liked to play games. It was impossible to admit that I liked what I’d seen. She was my daughter, how could I?

Being a dad is a pretty tough job, the stresses and strains of bringing up kids can be overwhelming and my teenager daughter had always been a handful. Going through high school it was clear to me that Rachael was an exceptionally clever kid and she would need a lot of money spent on her in the form of private tutors for all of her subjects. As early as ten or eleven her ability far outpaced everyone in her class and even her entire grade and I was rarely able to help her with her homework anymore. She had to change high schools twice before she hit eighteen because every time she went to a smarter one she would soon outpace everyone and eventually need another new high school.

[FM] Hiking BJ Story [a working title (*whispers: get it… because it’s a job?)]

So this one time I was out hiking and camping with a few friends (inner thought: “…this one time at band camp…”). There was 8 of us in total. Three guys and five girls. We went on a long 5 day weekend one spring to one of the guy’s family cabin. It was small and only had 2 rooms so some of us slept in the camper while some of us slept in the house. There was a few hiking trails around and a lake of cool fresh water ??‍♀️? that we could swim in and fish ? in.

So the first day, we spent mostly just unpacking our stuff and setting up the camp and fire pit. The guys cut some fire wood and at night we all had a couple drinks ? and s’mores.

On day two I got up early, like I usually do, to go for a run. As I exited the bedroom, one of the guys was sitting in the living room playing on his phone. We chatted for a little and he asked if he could join me on my hike. I told him I was gonna run and he’d have to keep up. He agreed and we went out.

Eighteen (A Freeuse Taylor Swift Porn Parody) [Parody] [Freeuse] [Noncon] [MMMFF]

*To the tune of “Fifteen” by Taylor Swift. Words in brackets need not be sung but are added for context.*

**Verse 1:**

You take a deep breath and you walk through the doors;

It’s the morning of your very first day;

You say hi to your friends you ain’t seen in awhile, (*but you*) try and stay out of everybody’s way (*because of the enactment of the 2022 Freeuse Act*)

It’s your freshman year (*of college*) and you’re gonna be here for the next four years, in this town;

Hoping one of those senior boys doesn’t wink at you and say, “you know I haven’t seen you around, before”;

**Chorus 1:**

‘Cause when you’re eighteen,

Somebody tells you they like (*the look*) of you

You’re gonna have to blow them

And when they’re (*at least*) eighteen

(*you know*) Their loads are gonna be smelly and sticky and hot and…

(*you’re gonna have to*) Count to ten, take it in (*that’s right, swallow it you slut*)

This is life because you know who you’re gonna be

At eighteen. (*that’s right, you’re gonna be our nice perky little freeuse slut!*)

Controlled and Insecure | Finale | (MF) (dd/lg) (CNC) (Somnophilia) (Omorashi) (Desperation)

Kate tried making it up to Harry later that night, when they got into bed. Usually she would at least wear something to bed but tonight, Kate’s curves was laid bare for Harry to snuggle into.

She made a keen effort into pushing her bare butt into Harry’s crotch. Harry, who was wearing boxers, wasn’t interested in her attempts to make it right, citing that he would have her when he wanted, not the other way around.

The two engaged in a spooning session until both of them fell asleep. With his hands wrapped around her chest, Harry’s large hands weren’t enough for the DD breasts of Kate’s.

Harry was always an early riser, whereas Kate could stay in bed all morning like she was in a cocoon. This morning though, when Harry woke up at 5am, there was no cocoon. It was hot, temperature speaking, and the covers had been completely kicked off.

Kate was laying on her stomach, clearly in a deep sleep through the sound of her heavy breathing and occasional snoring. When Harry got out of bed, her body was too good to resist. She was laying there, unconsciously advertising herself as a suitable option for Harry’s breakfast.

21 [F4F] – Sugar Domme | How Your Life Changed | RP | Submissive Wanted | Creative Chat / RP.

I am 18+ and all participants and characters must be 18+. I am only accepting 20+ for both participants and characters and if your writing does not reflect that, I will leave.

Almost 22 myself.

Sugar Domme RP Experience |

My limits other than that are pretty narrow, I have preferences and as long as we stick to F4F, it should go well. I’m heavily into degradation and bullying. I’m looking to do a chat and role play relevant to someone who is struggling in life, whether they are homeless or find every day tasks a struggle. They should, as time goes on, become my useless CNC toy and be induced into, despite a better life, being a needy little submissive. I don’t like exaggeration but do like curiosity and neediness.

My favorite kinks are face sitting, impact play and piss play. I love minimal plot but with the right nuance, focus and adjustments. Please don’t message me unless you can reply a lot more than twice a day and you don’t simply want a one time experience.

Sexualized Misogyny [OC]

At your feet

Perfect Barbie doll pleasure piece

Insecurity makes me always eager to please

with me, all your fantasies are made into reality

I’m not easy

always been one you have to chase

But I feel so empty-headed

Lacking all common sense

I wreak of disgusting sexual desperation

I want you to use me for your pleasure

Hurt me

Use me

Make me cry so much that I feel like I’m dying

Toy to rape

Mind to break

I’m a complete woman but just a little girl in your eyes

Perfect to mold into whatever you want me to be

I want you so bad it makes me cry

at the thought of you inside

Put me in my place

In more ways than one

I want you to guide me and not only sexually,

It’s because I can be dumb sometimes

you know better than I do

And for the right man, misogyny is fucking sexy

Take your day out on me

I want to be afraid

do anything you say