Annnddd, action!

‘How many times have we watched this film!? I wonder out loud.

Another rerun, this time we’ve got the sound down, this is the routine now. A quiet afternoon to end the weekend, preparing ourselves for the five day stretch of eat, sleep, work repeat.

You jump off the sofa ‘stay there a minute’ you say skipping off behind me to the bedroom, bathroom wherever.

The rain’s coming down, and it’s heavy, battering the windows. So dark I reach across and switch the table lamp on. It’s too early to draw the curtains and the room is now reflected in the floor to ceiling windows. Beats looking at the weather that’s for sure, I catch sight of myself on the sofa, a four seater for two people, go figure.

Returning my uninterested gaze to the television, I hear a door open and then close, and sense you’re coming back into the room, bare feet padding on the laminate floor. I’m sure you were wearing socks before. You’re in a dressing gown, of course, it’s not too warm and your way of signalling a concession to the day. No more to do or an unwillingness to do it.

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A friend got divorced and immediately fucked me [FM]

This happened a few weeks ago. I met this guy (38m) at my current work a few years ago, but he’s since left the company. He was my lead back when I started and was very kind: I always liked him, so we stayed in touch and I added him to my social medias, where he realized that I tend to be rather open about my sexuality when I’m not at the office.

He was apparently having issues with his wife for a couple years, and finally the tension snapped, and they got divorced. I saw this and reached out. He fortunately had a place to stay, so I didn’t need to offer that (I’ve got a two-bedroom apartment, but I’m getting used to having the space all to myself!), but I did invite him around to chat and ultimately let him vent a little bit. He definitely needed that, because he unloaded quite a fair bit of annoyance that I don’t think he’s really gotten to get off his chest.

I slept with my nephew. [F]

This post obviously contains incest. I originally posted this in an incest subreddit a while ago, but I’ve recently discovered this subreddit. I’m just not sure how well incest goes down here, so this is just a disclaimer to anyone who doesn’t like it :)

I guess I should give some context, just so you can get an understanding of my relationship with my nephew before hand.
My brother has been a single dad since my nephew was 3 years old. I’d help out when I could but eventually my time was split between my own home and my brother’s, basically staying with him part time to help out more – due to his work my brother would often travel so it was just easier for me to stay with my nephew.

As my nephew grew up I’d catch him checking me out and such. It didn’t really bother me as I knew this was just a thing guys did around that age.
It got to a point where I’d sometimes find my panties in his room, which he’d obviously stolen from my room, to jerk off with I assumed.

Sneaky public action [MF]

He was driving his bike and we both were extremely horny, I kept teasing him keeping my hands near his dick. It was dark as it was 8pm and we went to a relatively quite area ,there was a playground around where people were playing cricket , proper residential area but a little dim in lights.
We parked our bike near the playground and started making out, I flashed my boobs he played with them,licked them ohhh god I love risky things! I gave him a sloppy blowjob and we were almost caught by two women so we quickly got on the bike and drove off.

City of Sin – Part One [Dubcon] [MFM30s] [First Person – Female] [Dystopian] [Coercion] [Humiliation] [Cuckold] [Groping/Fondling]

The remnants of the city rose before us, a metallic behemoth half-hidden in the shadow of a broken mountain. Once, it might have been a pretty city, full of towering buildings and vibrant, vivacious people, but it had been many years since anyone had bothered to tend to the city’s crumbling roads and falling sky-scrapers. Now, as it rose impressively before us, it was more the silent corpse of a forgotten giant, rotting away as the days and years ticked by.

From where we stood, it looked like ants crawled through it: people, like Thomas and I. Survivors. They stood in long lines outside the city’s makeshift walls, and I thought I saw guards standing at the gates that led inside, allowing one or more people through here or there.

“Thomas,” I said, pointing at the dark dots. “Look, people.” I tried to hide the note of excitement in my tone, but it was hard. I was excited. We needed supplies, badly, and the spotting of the city was like the heavens themselves pointing us to salvation. I had begun to worry that we would start hurting for food soon, or even water.

From Neighbor to Summertime Fling (Part 1) [F/M 20s-30s][Cheating][Long Read][Multiple Chapters][Buildup]

Long time lurker on my main Reddit account, finally sat down and wrote out this first encounter. If it’s well received, I will put part two into words. Hope you enjoy!

Marc and Carrie had been neighbors for nearly ten years, each breaking ground on building their brand new homes inside the same development about a year apart from each other. They were both married when moving in, newlyweds in fact, when they joined the suburban neighborhood for the first time. Being basically the first families on the street, they quickly became friends with each other. To be clear, these neighbors for the first few years who were in their mid 20s, were not going out to dinner or bar friends, but certainly more friendly than the typical wave that is usual in most neighborhoods. They would however, often gather together on the weekends to hang out in each other’s yard or around a fire for a few drinks.

Trapped: Part two [M45/F31] [OC] [NonCon] [Abduction] [Trigger Warning] [Excessive Force] [Deep throat] [Breath Play] [Denial] [First time]*All over 18

“Breath in, breath out”, the calming thoughts repeat as you feel your chest heaving up and down. You open your eyes to nothing but darkness. You notice the blindfold still in place over your eyes. Your other senses are heightened without vision along with all your other body sensations. The air currents and drafts breeze over your skin and you realize you’re completely naked. You’re laying down on a soft leathery surface; You can feel the surface edge with just your arms and hands on both sides. Your whole body feels supported “I must be on a table”, you think to yourself.

You try to move and realize your wrists and ankles are firmly attached to the frame of what you’re laying on, but this time the cuffs feel softer and more comfortable. “How did I get here?”, you ponder, the last thing you remember is crying yourself to sleep resting against a hard, metal pole. Memories of the night before start flooding back in terror as the fog in your brain fades. Your gut sinks and mind races as the reality of your situation sets in.

[F] Squirting on my period

Just a wee shortie of a recent event that excited me greatly.

My partner and I had only been seeing each other a couple of weeks and were having sex/playtime several times a day in typical honeymooners fashion.
Luckily he was one of these real grown arse fellas who wasn’t phased by sex during menstruation and better still – found it as hot as I do.
This particular evening he had been eating my bloody little cunt and sucking my clit for some time when he began thrusting his ring and middle finger into me, curling them slightly at the tips. I was feeling a mix of impending climax and frustration when he would pull his fingers all of the way out but shrieked in hungry pleasure the moment they plunged back in to the hilt. As his speed increased so did the friction of his non penetrating digits on my arsehole.
Until that evening I had only ever squirted 3 times in my life (all within the last year since becoming a mother) and I was under the impression that it wasn’t physically possible for a woman to squirt during her period.
You can imagine my surprise when I felt the familiar pressure on my bladder as my climax approached. It came on so intensely I couldn’t warn him beyond an animal like shriek. It began raining blood as I convulsed and bit down on my lip. Both of us (and the bedsheets) were absolutely covered. Once the convulsions passed I pulled him on top of me and ground into him demanding to be filled. I think he gets off on hearing me ask that, he emptied his warm load into me as I came for the second time.
We lay spent, bloodied and contented in our mess.

A Cup Of Salt [MF] [Mature] [Pussy Licking] [Ass Licking] [Blue Balls]

One ordinary Sunday morning I was beginning to cook something. I checked if I had everything I needed and yes, nothing was missing. Well, except some salt. I could swear that I had enough the day before. Maybe some ghost, or one of my roommates had taken it. I was pissed for a few moments, then reasonable me kicked in: Maybe I just knock at my neighbors door and ask them, if they could spare some.

I began on the first floor and worked myself upstairs. For about ten doors no one opened up or they just didn’t bothered to share. I grew more and more desperate with every door. But then, finally, on the fourth and last floor, I hit gold.

One of my neighbors opened her door. I knew her from running into her in the hallway. She was in her mid sixties and was living alone. Her husband has been two decades older than her and had already passed away. She seemed to be nice. I liked talking with her when we ran into each other. So well, I hoped that she would spare some salt.

[M]y [F]avorite hotwife

Back in the glory days of the Craigslist Personal Encounters pages, I found myself doing the consultant work travel for a full summer. The first couple of weeks were mundane and routine… brewery, good dinner, nightcap at the hotel bar. This led to a couple of fun, if uninteresting times.

One slow day at work I found myself intrigued to look on the couples looking for a male board. I responded to a post without a picture that seemed real enough … couple looking for a male to host in a hotel, with the male to watch or possibly get a blowjob. Surprisingly, I got a response from the husband with a picture of his wife, nude on a beach, from behind. Couldn’t see her face, but could see a thin figure. I responded, said I’d be at my hotel bar and he left it with maybe we will go there after dinner. To my surprise, I got an email saying they were at a booth, which I found soon after.