Full [MF] [D/s] [BDSM]

This isn’t our first time. The electricity between us, though–it makes it feel like anything could happen. You kiss me softly but nibble at my lower lip when you break away, hands finding the hem of my dress. You pull it off of me and drop it to the side of your bed.

I wore black mesh lingerie the last time we saw each other. You asked me to surprise you with my “outfit” this time, so I tried something different–red. The noise you make low in your throat when you see how the lingerie curves around my body tells me I picked well. Your hands are on me, now, kneading my breasts, grazing my nipples where they’ve puckered up through the lace. I wasn’t expecting it when you pinched both my nipples at once. I gasp into your mouth, which is on mine now. We lick each other’s tongues. One hand stays on my right breast and your other sneaks under the waistband of my thong, just grazing my clit. I wonder if we’re about to have vanilla sex. I’m not opposed, just surprised that you wouldn’t want–

Getting off on the balcony.

Leaning up against the hotel balcony.

Blunt hanging off my fingers.

It’s dark now.

All you can hear is the ocean in the distance.

Still in my summer dress.

Skin sun kissed from a day on the boardwalk.

I exhale and suddenly feel you pressed up against me.

Your groin right on my ass

You hand me a beer and I give you the blunt.

Staying pressed up against me

You hug me from behind.

Letting go a huge cloud of smoke you gently kiss my neck

It only 1 but it’s enough to send a chill down my spine.

I rub my ass against your groin slowly up and down.

I can feel it getting hard in between my ass checks.

I take a swig of my beer

Throwing my head back onto your shoulder

You kiss the side of my face.

Continue to kiss down my neck and along my shoulder.

Kissing your way back up to my ear.

“Tied” Up

Clearly in a “mood” she texted me throughout the day. It started off sweet, then turned playful, even cheeky. Later there was hot messages. Following that, demanding ones.

“Watch yourself, girl,” I replied at one point.

“Or what?” she texted back.

“Or you’re going to get it!”

“Good,” she responded.

I managed to get through my work day, distracted by thoughts of the teasing minx waiting for me at her place.

She met me at the door in 3 piece lingerie, hair done, and make-up so slutty I knew she wasn’t dressed to go out anywhere.

We kissed a hello and she said something. I was taking off my tie and running through the scenario I’d been plotting on my drive home.

Ignoring whatever she said, I spun her around mid-way through her second sentence. She let out a sensual moan. I pulled her arms behind her back and secured them at the elbow with my tie.
Then I marched her to the bedroom.

“What are you going to do to me?” she asked.

34[MfF] Cuckold husband wants to rp and talk about how you, his wife, has lots of wild sex with other people

What makes it so exciting to see the woman you love, your wife, have sex with another person?
Is it the taboo? The fact that she may have more pleasure with this stranger than with you? Is it also the jealousy ? Or this simple feeling that you find your wife sexy and that she should be free to explore with others.

I am looking for someone to play a wife that wants to have more that what she currently has. I would be the husband.

We can go with different ideas.
Is it more wife sharing, where at the end of the day we still have great sex and we are excited that she was able to have this experience ?

Is it more cuckold ? Meaning that she does that because I am not able to give her enough pleasure?

Or more extreme and linked to humiliation?

I have several prompt in mind but we add or change them of course:

– Bachelorette party: you were not able to do it while the pandemic was at its strongest. But now the girls planned for it. Who knows what will happen during that night?

Anna-Maria

Anna-Maria

Ah Anna-Maria…This beautiful blonde girl would come to the office quite frequently, but she was Greg’s patient, not mine. I never really took a good look at her, but even from afar I acknowledged that she was attractive. Tall, blonde, and thin; Anna-Maria always wore baggy clothing that seemed to hang off of her. Perhaps she was a bit too thin, I thought back then, but still very attractive.

By this time I all but forgot about her. I didn’t want to go out of my way to ask Greg to send her my way. That would have been too obvious. It wasn’t until Greg was busy with another client of his that I ended up, by happenstance, working with Anna-Maria for the first time.

She really did catch my eye that day. Anna wore a short plaid skirt with knee high socks. Rocking that devious goth school girl look. Her thin upper body clad in a loose fitting graphic tee depicting some occult imagery. I noticed her blue eyes for the first time, almond shaped with expertly done up eyeliner. Her cheeks gave off the illusion of blushing due to her make up. Whenever Anna smiled it was accentuated her beautiful button nose as it would perk up, leading me to notice the small hoop nose ring. And oh boy, her lips! Full, luscious…Anna’s lips, which she always colored in dark reddish hues, accentuated her pretty angular face.

Share My Location Ch. 01 (mf)(cheating)

The third episode of Married by Monday drifted into the fourth, but neither Chloe or Clark noticed. The trashy reality TV show was just background noise for them. They were engrossed in their phone screens instead. Chloe had been flipping through video after video and Clark had gone through the rotation of every social media app on his phone several times and had run out of things to see. Even so, he kept refreshing only to have the same tweets load again and again.

It had been an awful day at work and as soon as Clark arrived home, he had collapsed on the couch and entered a vegetative state. They hadn’t said much to each other other than the perfunctory run downs of their days. They had been married over fifteen years and by this point nearly every silence was a comfortable one.

A notification popped up on Clark’s phone. It was from his Fantasy Sports app. It said, “New Message from AuburnFan78!” Clark glanced over at Chloe. She was still engrossed in her phone and wasn’t paying attention to him. Not that she would have paid any attention to the notification. It was designed to fly under her radar. She would see just another message from one of the guys in his fantasy football league. It would barely even register in her mind. That’s why he had Alicia message him on that app.

What I really wanted to happen that night [MF]

We leave the bar together.

You gave me a ride there so I had let myself get a little bit tipsy. Not so drunk that I don’t still have my wits about me, but enough that I am in a great mood. My inhibitions are lowered. The silly, clumsy side of me is starting to emerge.

I accidentally drop my bag on the sidewalk. I don’t know how, but it just slips from my grasp. You put your hand on the small of my back to help steady me as I bend over to pick up the spilled contents. 

I stand back up and compose myself, but take this opportunity to be closer to you, so I ask if I can link my arm in yours. You nod, and I slip my hand into the crook of your arm, leaning into your shoulder under the guise of wanting to shield myself from the chilly autumn wind. 

As we enter the parking garage, I trip over the uneven sidewalk and stumble into you. 

Your arm moves around my waist as you catch me, pulling me in tightly. “This is it.” I think, realizing that this is the closest we have ever allowed ourselves to be physically near each other.

Becca Pt2

There’s no worse feeling in the world than that of anxious anticipation, especially of the unknown. My patient Becca and I shared a wonderfully passionate intimate moment during our last session. After making her cum with my skillful fingers I gave Becca my email, so she and I can communicate outside the office without our respective spouses ever finding out. 

So stupid! Did I do something wrong? What if she tells her husband? Worse, what if she complains? I should always take their contact, not the other way around. Fear started to creep up on me, and my confidence started to shake. My biggest anxiety was that I would lose my job, and that my wife will find out why. Minutes felt like hours, and days droned on like weeks! Painfully unbearable. What added to my paranoia was the simple fact that Becca hasn’t shown up for her treatments for a couple of days. Radio silent, and a no show, I thought every time I’d obsessively check my email, growing frustrated and angry. My mind was going crazy with every possible negative scenario. 

The relief I felt when I finally received her email was completely indescribable. All she wrote was;

SSC Check In (Question, series Inquiry, input)

Well fellow Avid Reader’s it’s been a few months since I’ve asked how you all are enjoying SSC?

And with my new side series AFS how are you all enjoying that particular arc?

Yes I know AFS isn’t releasing as quickly but don’t worry I still plan on writing MORE AFS but currently playing with different forks in that story and see which way I want to go before I finally unveil WHO the spy really is though I’m sure most of you already know WHO it is.

Since a lot has happened in SSC.

What were you happy to see? I know a lot of Ginger enthusiasts are going to say more Ginger chapter’s but what did you think of the cake and eat it to arc?

Where’s Mia and Karinna? Don’t worry they will be coming soon as Mia is about to have her own arc starting next week. Can’t wait for that to drop as I touch on some subject’s.

For those *begging* for a Sappho event well your waiting is about to pay off as that will **finally** be coming soon.

Hiring a helper [MF]

Pre covid, due to my Asian cravings that I had been unable to satisfy in London I decided to move to live with my partner in Hong Kong. After a few months there I was getting very used to the expat lifestyle, lots of boozy weekends and and generally getting away with whatever we wanted.

Whilst Hong Kong apartments are very small we had managed to score ourselves a hidden gem. It was a relatively spacious building in an old complex. We had kitted it out as a party pad, lots of space for socialising and having friends over. However, we soon realised that neither of us were tidy.

My girlfriend, who was local, decided we should get a helper to cook for us and tidy around the house. At first I was reluctant, finding the idea of some random snooping around the house as an invasion of my private space as I was enjoying the place and us having the freedom to do as we wished. Anyways she went ahead in trying to hire us a helper.