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On The Outside…[F]

Most people who know me think I’m a sweet, polite and quiet girl.

Well grounded, bright and hard working. A girl who occasionally overindulges with booze and loves to dance.

A girl who never likes to say the wrong thing, always amiable and agreeable. Always with a smile on her face, regardless of how she’s feeling. Always ready for a laugh and a good time.

This is all true. Apart from one detail.

Sexually, I can be a savage.

I can be insatiable, desperate, needy and nothing can sate me. I can crave it all day and all night long so that it takes over me like an uncontrollable animal.

Thoughts penetrate my mind at the most inappropriate times. During a work call. Out with friends. Out shopping. So much so, I feel like the sexiness oozing out of me is completely obvious to all around me.

There isn’t enough time or space in my world to indulge in all of these desires. My imagination frees itself by other means. I write stories, I take pictures and I dance.

I bet you’re wondering if there is a special someone who has witnessed first hand my imagination in action? Read more »

[F] The Night I Became a “Daddy” Girl

You could say I’ve fucked my share of daddies—by which I mean both men who have literally fathered children, as well as hot, dominant, sexy-older-man types. (There’s a probably unsurprising amount of overlap between those two varieties of daddyhood, as it turns out.)

As for actually calling any of these men “Daddy,” that always felt a bit on the nose for me. 3 years ago I used to get ready for school every day listening to Lana del Rey’s Born to Die album, the whole “Daddy” thing always felt like more of a campy schtick than something I could imagine anyone actually saying with any level of erotic authenticity.

That is, of course, until one night in my 18s, in bed at a five-star hotel with yet another man old enough to be my father—this time, one I happened to work for. We were a workplace scandal waiting to happen, the cliché-est of sordid clichés, the 18-year-old assistant and the married big shot with a reputation. The kind of thing you can’t possibly imagine still happens because, Jesus Christ, this isn’t Mad Men, and yet somehow still happens all the time. And because I have a somewhat unflattering, occasionally inconvenient, and often frowned-upon thing for the illicit, I couldn’t fucking help myself. Read more »

My wife and her friends part 3

A few weeks go by I can’t say I couldn’t use a break. My wife wouldn’t even mention what happened and I wasn’t pushing it at first. I as her why we don’t see her friends? Or why they don’t come over?

She finally admits to me that us messing around like that gives her pleasure but it disgust her at the same time. That part of her want’s to put a stop to it but then she can’t help but watch and now she can’t bring herself to sleep with me.

I try to tell her that I didn’t have sex with them and I didn’t do anything behind her back. She can’t avoid it much longer Mona has been calling her non stop. Genny and Cindy gave up a little while ago. One day Mona calls and she is outside I pick up. She ask me what’s going on I tell her. Mona says dam we where just having fun. I say I know as we say good bye. Read more »

Quick but crazy Update: First time with a T-girl. [MF]. MtF

See previous story for more.

I was supposed to see Mina Friday but she forgot it was St Patrick’s Day when she made those plans and said she was supposed to go out with friends and I couldn’t see her before classes. She texted me Thursday after her classes and asked if I wanted to come over. I couldn’t get her out of my mind and needed to cum so I came over around 4pm.

She greeted me in the dress she got. It was like a tight club dress that showed off her huge, fake tits.

“Fuck, you look amazing” I said.

She did a spin for me and immediately started kissing me. I felt up her tits and ass and she seemed surprised that I went under her dress and started rubbing her girl cock through her pretty orange panties. It was pretty hot seeing her curves in a tight dress and the outline of her girl cock.

She took off the dress and she wasn’t wearing a bra. I sucked and fucked her tits.

“What size are these?” I asked. Read more »

Dark Lord and Queen of the Sith (Star Wars)

Emperor Palpatine and Kilo Ren are dead and so the Resistance thinks it crushed the First Order. Little did they know Palpatine was training a new successor to become the new Lord of the Sith to either die or challenge Kilo Ren. Left on Dagobah with only his lightsaber expected to survive until the Emperor sent for him. Kadius was the name given to him by the Emperor.

His past in the depths of Coruscant among the street gangs. That planet like his birth name was left far behind once Emperor Palpatine and his men found him. Kadius could feel the loss of the Emperor all the way across the galaxy. Using the force to reach out to what was left of the First Order soon he was picked up. With no leadership and with what remained Kadius took control.

While meditating on what to do next Kadius sensed her one powerful with the force still not one with the light or dark side of the force if he could get to her first and seduce her to the dark side. He can see her sound asleep, supple and tight from the hot desert planet of Tatooine in the city of Mos Eisley her name Tia. Kadius can almost touch her as he pulls back her tunic slowly revealing her breast. Suddenly she grabs the tunic and pulls it back. She looks at him and somehow she breaks the connection. Read more »

And I'[m] riding the stairway to heaven [f]

This was the first of a few encounters I had with my ex’s dad secretary. He was a big wig in an international engineering firm. He got me a job there as a low level consultant in my area. It was a pretty sweet gig cause I was not really part of the company’s grind of work and could really work when I wanted to. Anyway, this afforded me time to meet lots of people in the office. One of whom was the dad’s secretary, Teresa. She was a bit older than me, not outright hot, but blonde and great smile. She had a sharp sense of humor and whip smart (spoke three languages). We spent a lot of time outside his office chatting and joking, but nothing really sexual.

One night after work some of the engineers (not my girlfriend’s dad) were going out for drinks so they invited me. Teresa came along, too. Despite being the only female, I was impressed at how well she held her own. I remember her wearing boots with a skirty and a shirt with a plunging neckline. Very comfortable with the man-talk and flirtatious with it. I could tell she liked being in that role and got some vibes from her that she might be or have had a past with one of the married engineers. Read more »

Denial [F4A] The imagined headspace of a rope bunny in between impact play and edging from her Domme. {BTW I am Dyslexic so if you see any mistakes it is because I didn’t, thanks}

Denial

I have no idea how long I have been here.

The only thing tethering me to the passage of time is the second hand on the clock beside the bookcase hanging on the wall.

I remember the brass pendulum sweeping left to right, swinging in the air, suspended, just like me.

The throbbing from the spanking has stopped coming in waves now.

I am just left with the warm memory of where she touched me like she doesn’t touch anyone else, because she loves me.

The sharp sting of the crop against my clitoris that she started with has faded.

Now the lush is just steadily rising and lowering, not a pulse, a steady ebb and flow, like the waves of the sea, lapping against the beach on a calm steady bright afternoon.

Yet the first spots of fresh rain are threatening, just a faint hint of the storm that had raged hours before, dark clouds on the horizon loom, as though nature’s fury was only tempered and left unsatisfied.

I focus and the remaining calm in my mind stretches out toward every corner of my consciousness. Read more »

Online Dating Gone Wrong

Trigger warning: this story portrays sexual violence against women

Jenna was 27 and had been in her new apartment for a few months. She was petite and slender. She was 5’1 on a good day and weighed 100lbs soaking wet. She had been a long distance runner (track and cross country) in high school and just continued through college and early adulthood as a hobby. She had short blonde hair and brown eyes.

She moved in when she broke up with her boyfriend. Things had gotten a little rocky with their relationship and then the recession hit and her boyfriend lost his job. After that he didn’t have any confidence and he didn’t try to find another job. This led Jenna to try to be supportive but according to her boyfriend she was being a nag.

On top of all this her boyfriend didn’t step up and help around the house. After 6 months of this Jenna realized she didn’t like her boyfriend and she was attracted to him anymore. Jenna, being a successful woman needed a man that respected her but also took the lead in their life. They agreed it would be best to break up and her boyfriend moved back home to his parents house. Read more »

My best friend is into me? M/F/30 (Continued)

The drive back to my place is full of tension and our hands on each other almost the entire way. Holding her hand in mine and feeling her soft skin and small dainty fingers. My hands are quite large and encompass most people’s hands hers not being an exception.

I mention to her after reaching the halfway point.

“I uhh… I can’t believe this is happening.” I say while letting go of her hand and placing it on her thigh.

“same here.” she says, looking in my eyes and smiling.

I smile back and squeeze her thigh and turn my attention back to the road. she places her hand over mind and holds it in hers.

I pull into my parking spot and get out of the vehicle, making our way to the front door we just look at each other and giggle repeatedly.

I pull my keys out and search through them to find the door key and let us into the common area of the apartment. We walk to the elevator, and I push the button to call it to us.

“What would you like to do?” I ask slyly. Read more »