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Drunk After Dinner [MF]

They fell out of the bar, hand in hand and laughing, into the late night. The streetlights were just bright enough for him to see the desire in her eyes. He pulled her into their Uber and she tripped slightly, falling against him in the back seat, lingering just a little too long. She pulled away reluctantly and he slowly reached across her, closing the car door but letting his hand rest on her thigh.

“Are you a little drunk, baby?”, he asked, with a slow smile.

“Shhh” she whispered. “I am, in fact, perfectly tipsy,” she replied, putting a thin, well-manicured finger against his lips.

He parted his lips slightly and she hooked her finger over his bottom lip. He closed his mouth and gently sucked her in, moaning while she sighed. His hand moved higher on her thigh, inching under her skirt. She gasped as his fingers touched the lace of her panties.

“Not here,” she whispered, glancing up at the rear view mirror, hoping not to make eye contact with their driver.

“Just a little touch, babe” he whispered back, running his fingers back and forth between her legs, scratching gently at the taught lace covering her. Read more »

[MF] [wife] [cs] [cuck] AM I BEING CUCKOLDED? – Is my wife cuckolding me? Or is it just my imagination?

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I guess my story starts 2 years ago when my wife, Rebecca, got a 3-day part-time job for a company based in Chicago. It was a wonderful opportunity for her and it was an exciting time for both of us. However, we live about 100 miles away from Chicago which made it very difficult for her to take the job, but eventually, she negotiated a deal where she could work 1 day at home which meant that to save her a long, difficult and early commute, she would spend 1 night a week in Chicago in a hotel. She was so excited about the job, we both were, that 1 night away seemed just a small sacrifice.

So, for almost 6 months, Rebecca spent 2 days in Chicago and we spent that night apart. For the most part, we were okay about that. I know she used to get down about being away from home and I did miss her. But the real truth was that actually I quite looked forward to that night because it meant that I was free to do whatever I wanted. And what I wanted to do was masturbate whilst looking at porn on the internet. Read more »

[FFM] [sc-fi] [pandemic] ADAPTATION – A global bacterial infection alters the course of human social mores. A poignant PANDEMIC sex story.

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The past several months have been a true testimonial to the adaptability of our species. As a middle-aged MILF sucked on my engorged organ with blissful abandon, I let the stimulating warmth gradually seep through my core and tighten the two sperm-producing orbs into my abdomen. She wasn’t much of a looker, but her oral skills were delightfully developed, and her passion was unmistakable. Her tongue massaged my glans with gentle circles, as her mouth evolved into a vacuum, sealed with moist and firmly puckered lips at the base of my penis. Her hand wandered across my crinkled scrotum gently.

Within a few brief moments, I shamelessly erupted; rocking my hips gently towards her kneeling form, as she greedily swallowed my essence. After a short respite, she rose and helped me secure the zipper, and with an appreciative pat on my rump, she disappeared into the milling crowd at the food court in the Mall. My heart slowed its tormented pace and I strolled somewhat unevenly towards the short line in front of the Booger King. Read more »

Punishing My Mistake [MF] [CNC]

My mistake was in thinking I was replaceable. I laugh now. What a joke it is. I squint against the headlights reflecting off the rear view. He’s following too close again. This is the 11th time we’ve done this and he still thinks I’m going to run away. Or maybe this is just part of the game for him. Makes it seem more real. Not necessary. I don’t think I could hate him more.

That’s the point of it all, of course. To punish myself for thinking I mattered. For thinking I was special. Nothing reminds you how insignificant you are more than submitting to the abuse of a man that you despise. I approach the turn and flip on my blinker out of habit. Of course it’s not needed, we’re the only two cars out here tonight. He always chooses the location perfectly. Read more »

Waste/Want [monster] [incubus] [virgin] [aphrodisiac] [oral] [PIV] [M/F] [gentle mdom] [exile] [new beginnings] [bound and left] [consensual] [mentions of rape]

In a way, the rain was a relief. Sora’s jaw still hurt after Alek, the man she had known since she was a little girl, had forced the opening of the bottle past her teeth and held her nose until she drank the aphrodisiac. Lying on her back on the stone alter where they had bound her, she had almost choked on it. Now, the rough rope cut into her wrists and strained against her ribs as she sucked in deep breathes while the fever raked up and down her body in waves. Wearing nothing but a shift dress that had been ripped in the struggle, there was little to protect her naked skin against the hard stone beneath her, the cutting rope and now the heavy, cool raindrops. One hit her forehead and she gasped Then the sky opened and it all came down at once, soaking her through. For the hundredth time, she tugged and writhed against her bonds, able only to arch her back and irritate her shoulders and thighs as the robe rubbed and tightened. They had done a fairly neat job despite the way she had fought, a lattice of ropework across her arms, chest, hips and thighs, dotted with knots that were designed to provoke and torment her. Two against her erect nipples and one against her now swollen, throbbing vulva, likely wet through before the rain started. Every little movement did, indeed, chafe and press against those now electrifyingly sensitive points, causing little gasps and whimpers. Briefly, she had attempted a desperate kind of back-and-forth wriggle in the hopes of some relief, but it hurt her shoulders so badly that she was forced to stop. Read more »

[F-solo] Elaine’s Time-Stop Binges [caution][feeding]

> Caution: There are no traditional sex scenes in this story. It is 1,200 words of a woman eating. If that excites you, great! If not, you might want to check out one of the other stories on this subreddit. I’m sure there’s something right for you.

This story was written on request. If you’d like to challenge my literary boundaries, PM me.

Elaine stared at the tiny morsels on her plate. It was another 300 calorie meal. She could see the piles of food that were on the other side of the room, but since she was a model, she had to restrict her food intake.

And she was sick of it. Sick of the rules. Sick of the planning. Sick of the iceberg lettuce salads with nothing else. Just once, she wanted to eat like a normal person.

Her phone dinged. She opened the email. It told her that a package had arrived on her doorstep. She recognized the shipping address. It was that mysterious shop she’d found on the dark web. Read more »

Step Sister Corruption Part 40 – Day 4 Never Mess With A Ginger (fiction, M/F/F, d/s, teaching, step siblings, con)

I still can’t believe that bitch did that to me.

To me!!!!

A person who had protected that little girl through all of her late night outings.

A girl I had protected and diverted her father, my husband Jason, while she snuck out whatever flavor of the month beau out of the house. And she did more than once.

A girl I had helped raise.

What the fuck was wrong with me?

To go and tease me.

God I can still feel her lips on mine.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

Focus Sarah old girl. Focus.

My son and daughter not from my womb had left to fuck each other roughly an hour or so ago.

I still can’t believe I let them go.

At least I didn’t let them use my car. Really don’t want to smell someone else’s sex, let alone my son and daughter’s.

I shuddered as I thought that.

After they left, I had stood there completely shocked that Kelly had done that to me.

God did it feel so fucking good.

Fuck!!!! Read more »

Xx/xy Part 1 (fiction, gender transformation, M, M/F, taboo)

I nearly screamed in sheer panic, “Are you fucking kidding me?”

The guy in front of me shushed me, “Calm down!”

This time I screamed, “I will not fucking calm down. You turned me into a fucking girl!!!”

The guy turned around and looked at some writing on the wall and I heard him mumble to himself, “Now where did I go wrong in my formula?”

I continued screaming, “Are you fucking paying attention? I’m a god damn girl because of you.”

He looked over at his shoulder, “Hey at least your skinny now.”

I huffed, “Fuck you. You still turned me into a fucking girl.”

He looked back at his notes, “A hot young girl at that.”

I sighed and looked at myself in the mirror.

This morning when I woke up I was a man. An overweight old man going by the name of James Harmon. I stood about 6’1″, weighed in the neighborhood of 320 lbs. I was 47 years old married with 3 children. I had balding grey hair. I had a decent career working with my brother as a chemical engineer for a pharmaceutical company. Read more »

A Dance in the Rain

First time posting, be nice lol

I’m standing outside enjoying a storm, dancing in the rain. And a random stranger sees me. My shirt is soaked and tight against my skin. He (or she) sees that and stares. I can sense someone is watching me so I look their way and smile. No words are spoken but the stranger approaches and begins to trace my nipples through the wet fabric. They have a hoodie on, pulled close and wearing sunglasses, so I’m not even sure who is in front of me. Does it matter? It feels amazing. The stranger suddenly leans in and gives the most passionate, deep kiss while continue to rub my breasts and nipples. I drop my hand to their waist and look for some acknowledgement. They just nod. I slide my hand between their legs. Both of us are soaking wet. The storm is pounding around us. I reach up, unbutton and unzip their pants then slide my hand in. I stop. That’s an odd sensation. Suddenly, the stranger bends me over the picnic table beside us, yanks my pants down and I realize as the strap on dildo forces into my soaking wet pussy, it’s a woman! She continues to thrust in me while pulling my hair. I know the first orgasm will be quick, it’s been building. I reach my own hand forward and rub my clit. I tilt my head back and say loud enough for her to hear, “close.” She starts to very the speed and depth, teasing my aching hole. She reaches a hand around, pinches my nipples and that’s all it takes. The first orgasm nearly knocks me to my knees. Before I can stabilize she quickly turns me around kisses me deeply again and pushing me down in front of her. She pushes the dildo to my lips and I lick off my own juices. With a quick motion, she releases the strap on, grabs my head and pushes me onto her pussy. I attack her swollen clit with my tongue, she let’s out a loud cry…