The Scorned Wife [FM] [bdsm] [mast] [oral] [Mdom]

A love letter to my Asshole Husband:

I’m standing in the kitchen naked, doing housework.

You sneak up behind me and press yourself against me, hard.

My stomach slams against the counter and I bend forward, dropping what’s in my hands to steady myself. You pull back, and I feel your hands grab and knead at my ass.

You spread me apart and move one hand between my legs, dragging your fingers across my pussy.

You feel it’s heat against your hand as you twist and tickle my lips between your fingers. Your other hand moves to the front of my hip and you pull me against you so that the length of your cock is pressed against my back.

Your mouth is on my neck, and I begin to shiver in excitement. You rub yourself against me as my pussy begins to drip down your fingers.

Suddenly, you’re on your knees behind me.

Your left hand grabs at my ass while your right hand slams deep into my pussy. You use so much force that I’m lifted off the floor momentarily.

Learning a Thing or Two from my Cousin [m] [F] [oral] [mast] [cheat] [cum] [anal]

This isn’t one of those fake incest stories where we’re step-siblings or in-laws or godparents. Sasha IS my cousin, it’s just that she’s like, my third cousin, twice removed, blah blah. So, we’re technically related, but … it goes back quite a ways.

She’s also 10 years older than me. She’d babysit, tell me to stop being a nerd and kiss more girls. She’d tell me to dress cooler, less like my mommy dressed me. That sort of thing.

When she went to college, I was bummed. I liked Sasha. We had a ton of fun together.

Then, life interrupts and I didn’t see her for a long, long time. Until I got her wedding invite in the mail. I went. It was awkward. She hated the guy she was marrying, but her parents had been pushy about wanting grandkids and they were traditionalists, so … Sasha got married.

A few months later, they took a break and things remained like that for almost five years. Married, but not. She eventually settled one state over – just 20 minutes from my house – and we got dinner.

Rock Hard for Medusda [FM][bd][fantasy][fdom][msub][sm]

“You’re finally awake, soldier? You’ve made a grave mistake in coming here.”

The soldier awoke, seemingly blind. His arms and legs were shackled, and from the feel of the cold stone on his back he knew he never left the cavern. He tried to speak, but his tongue was stiff in his mouth. The raspy, feminine voice continued addressing him as he struggled to focus.

“Let me introduce myself.” Deliberate footsteps echoed through the cavern tunnel as she paced towards him in a meandering zigzag. Chained and without sight, the soldier’s senses were more finely attuned; he could feel the size and weight of the woman approaching him, carried on the sound of footsteps in the air.

“Although, you must already know who I am?”

More pacing. She was approaching him, albeit slowly with cautious precision.

“You and your men infiltrated my home.” Her words flicked out of her mouth, testing him, judging his presence as his metal restraints clacked dully as his body shifted.

“You attacked me. I was once a maiden, highly sought after. Mortals and gods alike could not find restraint in my presence. They did not use restraint. I was cursed by the goddess Athena, and now men like you hunt me down for your own selfish needs.”

The Lesbian [M] [F] [oral] [mast] [cum play] [anal] [cheat]

I was new to town. The first thing I needed to do: Join a gym. The gym is where I go to socialize and chat. Don’t get me wrong, I’m all business once the headphones go on, but before and after, I’m chatting up everybody.

That’s when I saw her. She was a fit chick, long brown hair. Nike shorts and an old ratty shirt. I had to talk to her.

A week passed and we happened to both be training legs. I walked over and asked if she was almost done with her machine. She said I could work in. I introduced myself and soon, we were gym buds.

Her name was Kara.

Over the course of the month, I found out we actually had a lot in common. Same hobbies, same workout mentality, same music taste.

“Hey, let’s grab a coffee one day,” I said.

“How about Thursday after the gym?”

We friended each other on Facebook and I immediately stalked her page. She was into bodybuilding and had done some swimsuit competitions. Kept me busy for a few nights.

Half hour into our date, Kara said, “My girlfriend and I just ate a this great new restaurant.”

Bar Sex with a Near Stranger [m] [f]

I baked some chocolate chip cookies for my Grandma and was headed to her building to drop them off. In the elevator, I met the most unique looking woman I’d ever seen. She had tattoos all up and down her arms, those bar earrings that connect two piercings in her ears and, wait for it, a buzz cut.

She was a natural blonde with stunning blue eyes. She was wearing a lacy ALMOST see through t-shirt with frayed jean shorts and Chucks. And the closer I gawked, the more I realized something else. She had the finest body hair I’d ever seen on her legs.

“I love your hair,” I said.

“Oh?” She asked, running her hand across the buzz. And then I noticed something else! She had hairy armpits. I don’t know why, but it was closely trimmed and so fucking sexy.

“Yeah,” I said. “I think you’re … I don’t know … incredibly beautiful.”

“You do?” She asked. This time, she was blushing.

“I do. Your whole look is curious. But in a good way. I … I can’t take my eyes off of you. You’re stunning.”

“I’m Heather,” she said, extending her hand.

The New Employee: Stress Management Specialist. [MF] [Public, freeuse-ish, fingering, Fsub]

Liz stared at herself in the mirror, psyching herself up, chest heaving with each breath. Her icy blue eyes stared back at her, wide with stress – or was it anticipation? Unbidden, they slowly slid down, following the curve of her face, her neck, drawn down to her breasts, pushed together and up in the sluttiest bra she’d ever worn. She hadn’t even known they could look that good.

Sighing, she turned around, leaning on the sink as she glanced at the clothes on the clothes hanger on the wall opposite. Clothes was quite the misnomer – they revealed more than they hid, a skirt with a slit down the side reaching up to her waist, a thin blouse, buttons only just reaching past her belly button. Now she understood why the bra she was wearing was so nice, it would be on full display!

She checked the time – ten to nine. Her shift started at nine on the dot, and she couldn’t possibly be late on her first day. She got dressed, turned to check herself in the mirror once again, and gasped at what she saw – she looked like a proper whore, tits nearly spilling out of her blouse, ass snug in the tight skirt, high heels arching her back and pushing both out. Despite herself, she felt a tingle of satisfaction at how *great* she looked.

KISSED BY FIRE [FM, Str8]

The train thunders past as I run to try and catch it, but in vain. “Fuck!” I yell out causing an old man with a stroller passing me to turn his head and give me a disapproving look. “Fuck you too grandpa!” I add with such anger he hastily scurries away. I realise there is absolutely no way for me to make it on time anymore. Defeated, I slide down the wall onto the platform and start to cry, or rather sob uncontrollably, you know, with snot ending up all over your face. Someone taps me on the shoulder. “Sorry miss, but are you okay? I know train tracks are a very common suicidal spot and it would hurt my heart seeing someone as beautiful as yourself jumping.” That’s probably the worst opening sentence I’ve ever heard, but despite everything it is the nicest thing someone has said to me in a long while. I look up.

 

Looking for a story

Around June-July 2015 I read a story or series of stories that I cannot find. From what I can remember it centers around a man and wife/girlfriend. The guy is blackmailed by his neighbor who has information that he owes someone (irs?) money and is hiding. He blackmails the guy starting slowly but in the end gets the wife(?) pregnant and she leaves him. I remember the neighbor being described as a troll(?). The story is told from the husbands perspective. Any help would be greatly appreciated.

A Look Through the Spank Bank — Part 2 [MFF][Drunk Sex] [Cheating] [Reluc]

To start, I’ll give you a vague summary of the few years that preceded the story I’m about to tell. Things with Beth went south pretty fast after she moved in. During this, we moved into an apartment and then a rental house with two of her friends, both women. (Don’t go getting ahead of me :P ) During this time, she had also confessed to me that her primary motivation in moving in with me, was escaping her legitimately crazy family.

At this point in the relationship, I was not only desperate for attention from Beth, but I found myself feeling like women simply weren’t sexually attracted to me. So, being unemployed, I had been sitting around the house all day in a deep state of depression, all while Beth decided to go sleep over at a friends house.

Our roommates, Alice and Jennifer had both come home from work and we all had a nice long weekend to look forward to. I was so wrapped up in my own head that I had simply sprawled out on our futon in the living room, which we’d laid flat. They stood in the doorways to their rooms talking, and eventually, I heard them call to me, “Hey, wanna get drunk with us?”