Naked Housework- Woman likes to clean in the nude [FM] [consequences]

I’m a bit of a closet naturist. I’d never go nude in public, not even on a nude beach or at a nudist camp, but at home I have a tendency to shed my clothes. Why not? There’s no-one there to see me and I find it liberating. I do all my housework nude.

I’m not careless about my nudity. A certain natural modesty prevents that. I keep a slip-on housedress available on a peg next to the front door. It’s the work of a moment to put it on before answering the door. If I have visitors who are actually going to come into the house I take a moment to slip into my bedroom for some underwear.
Currently I was in the kitchen doing a bit of cooking, listening to the radio and trying to keep one ear peeled for the door-bell. I’ve been expecting a package for several days now, and I’ve been bugging the postman about it. He has to deliver it to the door because he needs to get a signature. I have stressed several times that the package is important and that I need it.

Having Some Brie, Chapter 11 END [fm] [Incest] [Brother/Sister]

[Chapter 10](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/iqiiu9/having_some_brie_chapter_10_fm_incest/)

Our overnight bags were already in the guest room. Lexi must’ve brought them in while we were at the club. She yawned and stretched.

“Alright, goodnight, you two,” she said with lazy contentment. “Don’t stay up too late. Or do.” With a wink, she retreated to her own room, just like that.

“Definitely need a shower,” I muttered. We were both wearing a layer of sweat from dancing, and I was anxious to peel my shirt off.

“You go first,” Brie suggested.

“We’re not going together?”

She flushed, biting her lip. “‘Y’know, it *is* possible to shower separately. I have some… stuff to take care of.”

“Okay…” I drawled, narrowing my eyes. I wondered what she was up to. Maybe hop into the shower halfway through again? Nope. I brushed my teeth, chuckling inside at the idea that we had our own toothbrushes here.

I carried my balled-up discarded clothes back to the bedroom, tossing them onto the bag next to the bed. Brie carried her duffel with her to the bathroom. The whole bag?

The woman in the knitted wool thong. [Non-fiction]

I have a kink in which I get turned on by wearing scratchy clothing—particularly underwear—and I recently learned that I especially enjoy doing so out in public. Last year, I ordered four hand-knitted thongs made of lopi wool ([this](https://imgur.com/a/4itfdbc) is what they look like). If you don’t know what lopi is, read all about it [here](https://witandfolly.co/amp/is-icelandic-wool-scratchy/). My original intention was to keep them for private use, only wearing them at home for my own pleasure; however, a few weeks ago I decided to wear one out for the first time under [this outfit](https://i.redd.it/jq2liuf97mj51.png), just to see how I felt about having it on in public. I told myself that I am allowed to take it off at any time if it becomes too unbearable, or if I find myself feeling self-conscious. What I found instead was that it felt *incredibly* sexy! As in, sexier than anything else I’ve experienced! I feel like it put me in a certain frame of mind—I don’t know how to explain it, but it’s strangely sensual. I feel more sexy and alluring with one on. About a week later, I wore one again under [a sweater dress](https://i.redd.it/kxei2dhqqbk51.png). Because of these experiences, I’ve decided that I’m going to start wearing lopi thongs any time I’m wearing a dress or a skirt.

Sexy times with a pen ahead

First off, very much appreciate the click. I shall reward you with this filthy little joke: *why is sex the same as riding a bike? My step-dad was gripping my shoulders the first time I did them.*

So a little about me. I am hopelessly single but not through lack of trying: one or two experiences have left me heartbroken and perhaps generally broken to begin with…. so i am hibernating in more ways than one, and looking to indulge myself in my primal loves.

The premiere of these deep passions is EROTICA. Why erotica you ask a girl so young? Well, to be perfectly honest, my first ever encounter with the deviant was not curiously checking online for pornography, but rather finding an adult channel on T.V. my parents had neglected to block…. and there I found my first love: softcore. Erotic films that were heavy-handed in both PLOT as well as sensuality that porn to this day could never capture. I loved getting to know the characters before their clothes came off, whether they be jaded police officers, free-thinking strippers or bored housewives; sometimes you had to wait an entire hour before you saw them bare and nude but dammit was it worth it, and I loved the genre.

[MMF] Is a cuckold a cuckold even if he doesn’t know? Part 2

I attended my college 5th reunion 2 years ago without my husband. I went a little wild at a party and ended up enjoying sex with a small group of current students in a fraternity house basement. It wouldn’t have happened but for alcohol and marijuana topped off with a dash of a date rape drug in my glass. But to be honest, I was pretty clear-minded a few hours later, and yet I kept the party going for another hour or two.

At around the same time I became pregnant. My husband and I were planning a child and were intimate with each other many times in the weeks before and after my gangbang. My baby is 15 months old and I’m not sure who the father is. I love the feeling that I’ve possibly been bred by an unknown mystery man I’ll never see again. I meant nothing to him yet I’ll be the mother of his child for the rest of my life. My husband, thoroughly cuckolded, looks smaller to me now. Just a tiny bit less important to me. He might not be “Daddy”.

My Brat [M -Dom F -Brat]

I answered the fourth or fifth time you called in a row.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“I’m bored and hungry,” you said, with enough attitude to sink a boat.

“We’ve talked about this. I told you work was going to be crazy today. If I can possibly answer the phone I will in the first call or call you back as soon as I can. If you call more than twice it had better be an emergency.”

“But I …”

“Didn’t we talk about it?”

“Yes,” you said petulantly.

“Yes what?” I asked, my voice stern and demanding.

“Yes sirrrr,” you drawled.

I softened my tone. “Babe, I want to talk to you. I do. But I’ve got to get this stuff done today. People are waiting on me.”

“But can’t you just talk to me for a little while, while you work?”

“No babe. You know you’re distracting as hell. And the longer it takes me to get this done the longer I have to stay here which means the longer till I get to come home to you.”

Honey Trap part 1

Sasha is a 23 year old virgin, she is a slutty woman you can think why does a slutty woman is still a virgin, and that’s right she has particular fetish that is being a sexy spy so she joined the defence Force of her country. She was a tall bitch with the height of 5’8” and she was a 70kg milky cow and her size was an incredibly huge 38 , 28 , 37 . She looked like a young milf and grabbed the attention of any men around her immediately. But was not able to full fill her fantasy because the officials put her on a desk job which she hated but did it for her living but luckily ine day from one of her friends she got to know about an government task of infiltrating into another country for accuqring the enemy countries ‘ s millitary secrets next day she dresses in a sexy short red gown that revealed her thunder thighs her huge breasts already don’t fit in properly and would squeeze and reveal a good look of her clevage of her breasts she added a push up bra to even more spice things up. When she left her apartment to the cab men who already desperately wanting of her were shocked buy her red dress and revealing large boobs and her milky white body and they were immediately turned on and while she was travelling to the defense force office, her cab driver didn’t even moved his eyes from her till she reached the office, whenever he got time he sneaked through his rear view mirror. Sasha noticed all of this and it made her even more a slutty whore and confident, she left the cab and entered the office she already made an appointment with the chief to meet him. When she entered his office he was completely knocked out just by the sight of her she said ” Hi chief I am the sexy lady whom you are looking for your new project ” The chief laughed and said ” What project??? ” And tried act as if there was no such project since it was a secret and didn’t know how she knew that , Sasha didn’t give her faith she kept on insisting him to take him on the project though he was reluctant at first by looking at her looks he decided there cannot be any one other than her to lead the project. He said ” Ok lady I talked about it to other officials they agreed but under one condition it is a top secret project so you need to attend an interview with our officials first ” Desperate Sasha said in a sexy voice ” I would give my body and soul to our country chief ”

Mistress’s Eternal Doll – The Punishment [F / FF] [Elaborate Punishment] [Bondage]

This stories inspiration, and where our Doll will spend most of her time for a while.
>> [https://i.imgur.com/P3WHm5G.jpg](https://i.imgur.com/P3WHm5G.jpg) <<

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I have been naughty… I am being punished.

That’s what Mistress said last night, after I disobeyed her orders. It had been such a long day at work, and I wanted to just relax on the bed, and cuddle up to my Mistress’s belly for a few hours before passing out into a deep sleep. But Mistress said no… she said, “We’re going to do more than cuddle! We’re going to do so much more~”. Mistress showed me a bag, with toys she brought. A collar, a gag, and a really big strap on. Mistress wanted to fuck me, her toy, with a thick strap on!

On any other day I would have gleefully accepted and raised my sexy butt in the air! But… the workday had drained so much energy from me… I wanted to cuddle and sleep. Mistress **ordered** me to raise my butt in the air, but I had been awake for so long, and didn’t have any energy left for Mistress.

That was my mistake. I didn’t have enough energy for Mistress, and now I couldn’t please her.

New Neighbours – Part 3. When the Wife’s Away [39M] [18F]

Part 1. is here: [https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/il8qac/new_neighbours_part_1_the_bike_ride_39m_18f/](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/il8qac/new_neighbours_part_1_the_bike_ride_39m_18f/)

Part 2. is here:

[https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ilujkz/new_neighbours_part_2_the_family_barbecue_39m_18f/](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ilujkz/new_neighbours_part_2_the_family_barbecue_39m_18f/)

Mikey gave up trying to resist Lauren’s advances. He reasoned with himself that upsetting her could cause all kinds of problems if she decided to make a scene and so the right thing to do was to carry on with their secret little arrangement. Lauren was off to university in a few months in any case and Mikey couldn’t see things continuing beyond then. He decided that he might as well make the most of his teenage lover while he still could!

So, for the next few months, Mikey’s life consisted of lots of ‘bike rides’ with Lauren and trying to maintain enough energy to satisfy his perennially horny wife. Life was pretty good.

It wasn’t all plain sailing. There were a few near misses along the way.

On one longer bike ride, Mikey and Lauren stopped for a rest at a picnic area. As usual, “rest” was just a code word for finding somewhere secluded for a quickie.

On this particular occasion, Lauren was bent forward over a picnic table, her cycling jersey wide open and her shorts around her ankles. Mikey had hold of Lauren’s hips and was slamming into her tight body making her firm breasts jump with every thrust.

Reclamation: Part 2 [a dark story about abduction, no consent, bdsm, and slave training of a former FWB]

Day 0 [Part 1 https://v.redd.it/e6k5pxnagjn51]

Day 1

Even only after a couple hours of sleep, I wake up feeling more refreshed than I have in quite a while.  It’s 10:30 Saturday morning and the sun shining through my bedroom skylights. My dick is even a little sore from the workout it’s been put through the last couple weeks.

Eager to pick up where I left off, I jump up and walk to see my new pet.  She looks like she’s been up all night crying.  I doubt she got much sleep.  She even looks angry; It’s not what I was expecting. “What the fuck is wrong with you!  You’re gonna get raped in jail if my family doesn’t kill you.” Is the first thing she says.  I like to think that means she’s concerned for me, but I’m a realist.  She’s found some resolve overnight. It’s not what I expected.  I had predicted something on the other end of the spectrum between joy and despair.