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My Faithful Wife

Warning: this title is sarcastic, so ya been warned. If you don’t like cuck porn, stop reading and get on with your life instead of bitching in the comments.

Sharon and I had been together since high school. Everyone had looked at me like a god for dating the hottest girl in the senior class when I was only a sophomore. Everyone assumed she would dump me when she went off to college but we did those two years long-distance and when I graduated I joined her. Of course I got her pregnant pretty much as soon as I arrived and we were married shortly thereafter. Since she already had two years towards her degree, she finished school while I was a stay-at-home dad to our little angel, Hannah. I was an artist so I didn’t really need a degree to succeed anyway, while she was going into software engineering. After she graduated her friend Sean (who had graduated a couple years earlier) invited her to work at his startup in California. I sold a painting or two here and there and even got a volume of poetry published, but when Sean’s company hit it big it was her job that made us millionaires. Read more »

Addicted to cumming [F]

I have an addiction to orgasms. When I am turned on, horny and wet I just can’t think about anything other than having an orgasm. It doesn’t matter if it’s somebody making me cum, or if I do it myself, but I need it ASAP.

This happens to me often – I can’t think about anything else until I’ve experienced that sweet, satisfying moment of reaching my climax point and I’m laying there feeling content and fulfilled. It’s almost like reaching orgasm is the only way of clearing the deck and letting me think about regular things.

I am really looking forward to telling you more and more about the situations and scenarios in which I have HAD to make myself cum.

I am going to start with my workplace, I’ll set the scene more generally now – if you enjoy what you read, I’ll be more specific with some of my adventures as an office slut.

It’s pretty simple – I cannot make it through a days work without orgasm, I just can’t – I’m constantly having to leave my office because my panties are soaked and I am a mess. So off to the toilets I go, desperate and horny. Read more »

Me and you, and then too. This is the first part of a full book in the works. Let me know what you w

M We had known each other for about fourteen years.
I was married to his wife’s brother.
Both of our marriages were miserable.

We had some casual conversations over the years but, nothing more than that.
One hot August night my husband asked me to phone him.
They were going to be doing some kind of work together the next day and he wanted me to confirm the time.

As always, I followed the directives of my husband.
I dialed John’s number and we both acknowledged the meeting time.

A few moments later, I received a text from John.
I’m sorry “ he said.
“ How are you doing “?

that simple ,short text message began a hot and wild ride.

We started texting and talking on the phone as frequent as we could without being discovered.

Finally he asked me if I could get away for a little while.
I came up with some excuse to go out and grabbed my keys.
My husband just nodded and mumbled “ ok” eyes still fixed on the television.

I rushed to my car and drove towards my destination.
I was so nervous, so excited!
I felt like a teenager again. Read more »

I Like White Girls and I Cannot Lie/White Girl got Back (Parody of “Baby got Back”) (mildly racist)

**Song this is a parody of:** [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X53ZSxkQ3Ho](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X53ZSxkQ3Ho)

*Two jealous black girls comment on a blonde white girl in front of them:*

“Oh, my, god, Imani, look at that blonde. People think she’s just so pretty. She looks like one of those black celebrity’s girlfriends. Who understands those whitewashed sell-outs? They only talk to her, because she looks like a total prostitute, okay? Ugh, I can’t believe she’s got the blue eyes, slim nose, high cheekbones, freckles, soft, porcelain skin, petite figure, long legs, big breasts. And her butt, it looks so big in those yoga pants and just so round, it’s like out there, I mean, ugh, gross. Look! She’s just so white!”

[Verse 1: Sir Snowbunny Magnet]

I like white girls and I cannot lie

You other brothers can’t deny

That when a girl walks in nearly free of melanin

And a butt that’s eminent, you get sprung

Light hair, light eyes, and also her butt is STUFFED

And the yoga pants she’s wearin’ (mmm…)

I’m hooked and I can’t stop starin’

Oh, baby, I wanna get wit’cha

And take your picture

My homeboys tried to warn me Read more »

Step Sister Corruption Part 82 – Day 41 Gift Searching (fiction, M/F/F, d/s, teaching, step siblings, con)

Fuck this day is so frustrating.

First I had a nice really long healthy fucking of Summer on my table which was amazing just to start off my morning right. Though we had to talk about the good doctors offer that Kel and I received before it got to that.

Then they left reminding me of my birthday which I had completely spaced. Which is very unusual for me.

But I had been kind of preoccupied with the whirlwind sex frenzy I had somehow stepped into.

I still pinch myself to make sure this isn’t all a dream and I’m not in some wet fantasy coma. If this a wet fantasy coma whoever is up there don’t unplug me I want to be here for the rest of my life.

Then while they were gone I tried to think of if I should invite people and do something. Or if the girl’s had a well thought out plan for my birthday and shouldn’t bother.

I lightly thought of my birthday now that it was at the fore front of my mind while I did some basic chores and did some videos for my channel. Read more »

The Wrong Sister Part 7 (FM)

Hannah turns away and against all better judgement I chase after her, holding the dressing gown to my naked form in the hope I don’t spill out of it. It must look pathetic to any neighbours watching, a scantily clad middle-aged woman chasing after her pregnant sister.

“Han wait,” I say pushing her car door shut as she gets to it. “I can explain.”

It’s such a stupid thing to say and she knows it. And it’s very much unlike Hannah to bark as bitterly as she does then – in fact, it’s something altogether like something I’d have done once upon a time. A time before Will.

“Oh really? You can explain why you’re naked but for a practically sheer dressing gown, answering the door in my ex-husband’s house?”

I bite my lower lip and groan. “Well, maybe not.” I admit, deciding that there’s nothing I can say that will be able to explain this away.

“No, I didn’t think so. You… you’re sleeping with him?”

A deep breath as I look my sister in the eye. I give her the slightest of nods, which just makes her look even more sickened. Read more »

cis guy fucks FTM friend [Vanilla] [Cute] [Praise kink] [Embarrassment] [FTM4M]

This is a snippet from a longer piece of writing. Victor is a cis guy, Ben is a trans guy. In case of any confusion: in this story, I use both the words “dick” and “pussy” to reference Ben’s external and internal anatomy respectively.

Victor is lying back, head propped up slightly against the head of the bed. Ben is straddling his hips, and, he’s sure, blushing fire-engine red. His gaze travels from where Victor’s cock is lying, hard and fat, up the trail of dark hair on Victor’s belly; further, to his small brown nipples; further up, to his face— and Ben can’t do it; he covers his face with both hands and struggles to get a grip on his shyness.

“*Tell me what you want,*” Victor says. “Don’t— no, dude, stop covering your face. Let me see you.” He reaches up and draws Ben’s hands away, looking up into his flushing face. Victor’s eyes are wide, almost reverent. He’s looking at Ben as though Ben is something precious, as though he can’t bear not to look. “You’re so handsome, Ben. Start acting like it. Take what you want from me.” Read more »

He Fixed More Than My Car.

Of course my old clunker would give out on me today
The radio announced that “ This will be the hottest day of summer thus far “.
I was trying to escape to the beach like everyone else.
Now I’m stuck on the side of the road waiting for a tow truck to arrive.

A co- worker was supposed to introduce me to a good friend of her husband.
It’s been nearly two years since my divorce was finalized and I have still yet to go out on a single date.
My co-worker Nancy and I work in a busy office building populated with plenty of fine male specimens.
I just don’t like to , what’s that saying?
Oh ya. “ shit where I eat”.
What a disgusting saying!
Ok.
Heat is melting my brain.
I’m soooo thirsty I feel like my mouth is stuck together.
I think I see it!
Yes ! The tow truck is coming!
I watched as the guy hooked up my piece of crap car then, he opened the passenger door allowing me to climb in.
This was not the most comfortable task .
I was wearing a long light cotton skirt.
Very sheer and clinging to my body like a magnet.
Luckily, I have my bikini bottoms on underneath.
We didn’t talk as he drove on just country music
playing quietly in the background from his radio.
We finally pulled into the repair shop.
I pulled out my change purse and headed straight to the drink machine.
I swallowed a sprite and a water in about thirty seconds. Read more »

My fantasy woman….

She’s in the kitchen starting to cook. I walk in and wrap my arms around her in a hug, nonchalantly grabbing her boobs while smiling playfully. She smiles unseen; she’s come to expect this kind of playfulness, and knows how to deal it back in kind. She tells me I’m just in time to help her cook, smirking now at the mild disappointment on my face. We both knew it would go this way though, by now we’ve been together long enough to know how to expect each other to react.
Smiling, I say “Maybe I had something else in mind.”
“I know exactly what you had in mind” she replies, smirking again.
“I was just thinking maybe we order a pizza.”
“Yeah, that’s what you were thinking about.”
“Even if it weren’t, you have no proof I was thinking about anything else.”
“You think so, huh? What about where your hands are?”
“What? I can’t even hug you without you thinking that’s on my mind?”
But we both know I want her. I always want her. So many years together and that’s never changed. But she knows I respect her; maybe that’s what turns her on these days. She knows even when I push I’d never do anything without her consent, I love her too much to do anything like that.
“Now help me make dinner” she says, as though she’d let me refuse. Which of course means I have to play fight her.
“I’m so terribly tired from work, I don’t know how much longer I can stay on my feet.”
She smirks, and I know she’s going to use whatever I say next against me. “Oh really? So you must be too tired to do anything else before we get some sleep tonight too?”
“I didn’t say that, just that I don’t know about being on my feet.”
“Great!” she says, “You can sit right over there and peel potatoes.”
I give her a sideways grin. She always looks so smug when she wins. Call me smitten, but it looks cute on her. But she’s always been beautiful to me. But it was her inner beauty that made me fall in love with her.
She’s kind to strangers, she listens to people, she loves with everything she has and everything she is. She has a way of bringing out the best in people.
We’re older now, and while her inner beauty grows daily, she can’t help but watch her physical beauty fade. It breaks my heart she can’t see what I see. She says I’m biased, and maybe I am, but I think she’s more beautiful every day. She sees the wrinkles creep up slowly, or a little bit of dinner stay with her around her belly and she thinks her beauty is fading. But not to me. I couldn’t love her more. But then, I’ve said that before.
I sit and start peeling potatoes, but it’s not long before she catches me stealing looks at her. “Can’t stop thinking about getting me huh?”, she asks. I smile. There’s some truth to those words, but it’s more than that. She’s beautiful in a way I’m not sure she’s ever known she is, and it radiates from every pore. Not even her freckles, scars, or even her wrinkles could hide it. I’d tell her as much, but she’d laugh it off like she always has. Besides, what words could do justice to what I see in her? Better to let my eyes do the talking. I think she knows how to read my eyes anyway, something in them must tell her the truth in what I say I see in her. Read more »