A Couples Journey Past The Vanilla Sex Life – Pt. 2 [M30/F31] [27F/29M Swinger] [Married] [Bar] [Public Fun] [Bathroom Sex]

I decide I had waited long enough in the stall of the women’s bathroom. My wife had stepped outside a moment ago to check if the coast was clear and now I’m worried she got lost and forgot me here. I decide to risk rushing out. The worst that can happen is someone catches me and I fake being drunk, “What sign? Oh wow, my fault!”

Just as I’m about to open the stall door, I hear the bathroom door open and it causes me to remain still. A pair of footsteps make their way to my stall and I see my wife push the door open, followed by the cute bartender who served us drinks earlier in the day.

“Hey, meet Tina.” My wife says as she pushes me aside to make room for her and to close the stall door.

“Hey, nice to meet you.” It’s all I get out before my wife is on top of Tina. Their hands wrapped around each other’s bodies. They pull each other close and begin to lock lips like long-lost-lovers.

Hotel Lobby Surprise [mf 30s] [exhib]

Beata squeezed Josh’s hand tightly as they hurried along the tiled hallway. Her heels clicked in a quick staccato, a counterpoint to the duller pad of his boots. They were both sure that their heavy breaths and furtive glances were making them conspicuous as they rushed through the largely empty room. The hallway opened into a spacious lobby, where gentle music and laughing voices drifted from the open doors of the adjoining restaurant. Beata snuck glances into the restaurant, sure that there would be dozens of accusing eyes staring back, but the patrons and staff were all engaged in their own conversations or duties. Their attentive waiter from earlier in the evening was resetting the table where they had dined that evening. Beata felt a spotlight on them, but the audience didn’t care.

Josh pushed the heavy outer glass door open and cool evening air rushed over their skin. Goosebumps from chill and from nervousness intermingled. Beata slid her hand up and pulled closer, tucking her arm inside of his, feeling his warmth. She was flushed, a casual observer may think she had a touch too much sun that day, or that she was warm. Beata thought that her red skin, contrasted against the navy and white of her dress, was proudly announcing that she had just been well fucked. That thought made her even redder as they made their way out of the hotel and down the street.

Late Night [M28/F30] [Light Cuckold] [Creampie] [Dirty talk]

 “Stop hitting me.” I grumbled. 

I’d come home late and tried to manoeuvre my body into the bed without waking you. My reward was a dozen open palm slaps to the chest. While sleep-addled, you had the tendency to treat any foreign object in your bed as a threat, and in your mind, an enthusiastic, clumsy offence was the best kind of defence. The one time I tried to surprise you, fuck you awake in the early hours of the morning, you’d ended up kneeing me in the stomach. 

You yawned and turned your back to me. You said, “sorry, Bunny.” And snuggled back under the covers. 

‘Bunny’ was one of the nicknames you used for the cat. A chunky orange stray we found on the tarmac outside our apartment complex. An absolute bastard, he liked to bite our ankles if we didn’t feed him dinner fifteen minutes early.  

“Not a cat,” I said.

“Sure.”

I huffed a laugh, drew close, wrapping my arms around your middle. My arms sunk in slightly, where the soft skin of your stomach turned into love handles. I kissed your nape, and watched a shiver wrack your body.

Daddy’s Princess Takes Control [F18/M26] [Femdom] [Pegging]

I pulled on my restraints, the rope tightening on my arms. My small, petite, submissive girlfriend wanted to be the dom for once. She had me tied in our dungeon. My arms were pulled out, tied to two pillars, my ankles were strapped to the floor; a rope around my waist pulled up and back kept my ass exposed, a rope connected to my collar pulled my head down and forward. The position was of my own design, it left everything exposed for torment; my princess had been paying more attention than I thought, she replicated it perfectly. She had completed it with a ball gag and blind; left or watched (i’m not sure) until I was drooling uncontrollably.

I felt a small and sudden sting as a crop slapped my ass, followed by a giggle from my princess. 

“Aww, are you a little tied up, Daddy?” she purred. I moaned in response, a moan of frustration and desire. “I’ve left you for thirty minutes and you’re still as hard as when I left you. Does this position make you horny?”

“Yesh,” I moaned.

“Does it make you want to cum?”

“Yesh, yesh!”

Domestic service [F21/M30s, F21/F40s] [workplace violence, degradation, coercion, rape]

It was the winter and I somehow got bronchitis and pneumonia at the same time and lost my job. For weeks I was unable to leave my apartment and even getting out of bed was difficult. I used the last of my money to pay the back rent, and then I became officially homeless.

It’s a funny thing about homeless people in my city that you very rarely see anybody who’s under 25 or even 30. The homeless I saw every day were either middle aged or downright elderly. I used to think it was because young people could go home to their parents, or at least didn’t mind going home to their parents. As for me, I was 21 at the time and couldn’t go to my parents’ house because they had moved overseas.

I had no rosy illusions about being homeless, and reality hit me even harder than I had prepared myself for. My few possessions were largely stolen by the second day, including my sketchbook. I could understand stealing a pillow, but what anybody would want with my sketchbook was beyond me.

gay ass roleplay! date a character of your choosing! [T4B] [M4M]

*Hello! My name is Teddy and I am a hyper – descriptive writer in search of a partner that matches my tastes!*

*TLDR: I’m here to play mentally ill (probably somehow toxic) gay men of your choosing.*

*A little bit of background about me – My name is Teddy, And I am 19 years old! I’ve been writing for quite some time (7 – 8 years, as a matter of fact!). My writing style ranges from novella to much more in-depth stuff, but don’t worry! Two to three paragraphs is fine too lol.*

*I am a self – proclaimed ‘horrible gay’! I’m a sucker for messy relationships, bad boyfriends, clingy boyfriends,, etc. I can’t help but fall in love with messy dynamics. My writing schedule rather depends on how much I enjoy the roleplay, But aside from that it shouldn’t be much worry as I am very verbal with how I feel the plot is going! I usually spend my time most actively at night to early morning, And I am a fast typer/writer.* ***My writing characters are all canon***, *and I’d prefer to write with them against an oc of yours! I really like playing canon characters, it’s sort of my thing :).*

Catching Up: Part Six 21+ [M40/F37] [Straight Sex] [Interracial] [Cheating] [Busty] [Huge Boobs] [Playboy Bunny]

Chapter Six: A Weight Off

I got into work the following day, still sore all over. Muscles ached that I never even knew I had, but it was a good sore. It meant that I had put my body to the test, and it had passed. I thought I would still be in bed after yesterday’s game, but I was reporting to work here.

“Rod!” Jackson yelled from down the hall.

I looked around and saw that everyone was frantically running back and forth. “What’s going on?” I asked.

“You have no idea the morning we have had,” Jackson said as he walked with me to his office. “You had a game yesterday with some of your old friends?”

“Yeah,” I said as I sat down.

I didn’t think anything of it. It was a good pickup game, nothing big. We used to do it all the time when we were in college and even in high school.

“What’s the big deal?” I asked.

“Big deal,” Jackson said as he smiled back at me. “The big deal is some of your old friends are retired sports stars,” Jackson said. “The big deal is some of those students that were watching put videos online, Snapchat, Tik Tok, Facebook, you name it, it’s all over the place.”

Plugged In 21+ [M42/F40] [Straight Sex] [Quickie] [Busty]

“Have a good day, honey,” my wife Holly said as I descended the stairs.

“What? No goodbye?” I smiled at her.

“Sorry,” Holly said as she rushed toward me. “Have my head in the clouds,” she said as she kissed me on the cheek. “Have to take the kids to school. Be safe!”

I nodded and picked up my briefcase, and the to-go breakfast Holly had packed for me.

Being the police chief had its advantages; today was one of those days.

“V.R.,” I said as I got to the downtown laboratory.

“Yes,” the lady said standing in front of me said.

“Virtual Reality,” my assistant said to me.

“Yes, I know what V.R. stands for Thomas,” I barked back at him.

“How does this help my officers?” I asked. “We have in real life situations, how is this going to simulate that?”

I had other chiefs with me from different cities and nearby states.

Supposedly this company was trying to get us all to start using this technology to help eliminate some of the accidental police shootings.

It’s not even 10am [MFF, Oral, 18+)

(Long story but sexy stuff starts at the ***)
Last night I had one of my wet dreams and woke up incredibly horny. My dreams are incredibly vivid and I dream very deeply, I can feel what happens when I dream. Last night I was worried about my upcoming skin check ( Arizona and skin C is genetic), so when I went to bed I was thinking about the last time I got my skin checked, and the doctor was inspecting every inch of my body….(queue the movie dream sound)…

I’m on the bench, looking at my phone, nervously waiting for the doctor to come in. I hear the knock on the door and the assistant comes in, she’s young with dark hair, she looks at me and kind of smiles and tells me to get naked and change into the paper towel cover.
I take my shirt off and fold it, asking myself why I fold my clothes at the dr office, then I take off my bra and feel my huge 32DD boobs drop. The cold office air hits my nipples and they grow. I remember thinking how good it felt, especially after being outside in 115 degree heat. Then comes my shorts, fold and put away. I don’t wear panties.

How do you write an workplace affair? Particularly if the woman is using the man to advance her career?

Like how do you write a workplace affair between two people (both married) who are cheating on their spouses with each other? Especially if it’s with an older man and younger woman (mid thirties vs mid twenties) but the woman is using this affair to advance her career?

Keep in mind this is just for an erotic story. Nothing more. Nothing less. I do want them to be attracted to each other (the man more so) but I do want the woman to eventually subtly and, then later, blatantly use this relationship to advance her career.