[M]y stripper g[F] willingly locked herself in my basement

Her, 30s, blonde, MILF, married stripper with kids
Me, 50s, married, grown kids, professional.

Met in a local stripclub and took it further, both bored, both wanted to take some risks. First in hotels, then our houses during the day, over an 8 yr affair. This particular day, she texted early in the morning, saying she was horny. I could not play in the morning, so I told her that I had to go to the office but text me when she was at my house.

I quickly came up with a scene I knew she would like since she is so submissive. I set up a scene for my basement, leaving sticky posts in my house to tell what to do, and went to the office.

A few hours later she texted that she was on my driveway. I had a house at the end of a cul de sac, so fairly private. Told her to go in the back door, it’s open, I’ll be there in 15, just follow my instructions on the post its. Read more »

MONSTER FUCKER RolePlay with Were Wolf Boyfriend

NSFW CONTENT, Role Play with Werewolf Boyfriend (1343 words)

Looking for constructive criticism and comments as an erotica writer.

TW: CNC

It was your idea, but now you were regretting it.  You found yourself wondering around a dark forrest alone with nothing but the clothes on your back.  The only light source was the full moon above you.  It casted eerie shadows through the thin branches of the trees above you. 

You knew if you kept walking forward you’d make it home.  Yet how were sure that you weren’t being turned around by the forest. Every tree looked the same.  Every part of the forest floor identical with the underbrush and roots that wove through it.  

You held your self closer, trying to comfort yourself.  You put yourself in this mess, and now it was time to get yourself out.  Yet, a branch snapping tore you from your thoughts.  Head whipping around you searched where the noise erupted.

Yet, the darkness surrounding you yielded no answers. It was nothing, you assured yourself. Just your paranoid mind tricking you.   But the snapping sounded again, closer this time. Feet moving on their own, you found yourself backing up slowly.  Something in you was telling you to get away. Read more »

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Well Trained. (1) [OC]

She’s perfect. Its taken a while to get her to this point, but now that she’s here, its magic.

It was a lovely evening out – she’s such a good conversationalist, and dinner was perfect – a few glasses of wine added a warm glow to things, but really – they weren’t needed. She gets so fired up talking about politics – I love the flush that comes over her face during passionate conversation, and I love the contrast between who she is out in the world and who she is at home.

Who she is, indeed – it changes at the moment we step through the door. She turns to me for a kiss, and then quickly loses her jacket and purse and excuses herself to the bedroom. I hear the shower turn on as I’m hanging up my own coat – it runs while I poke around the kitchen for snacks. I hear it stop, and then over a few minutes, cupboard doors opening and closing – I love those sounds, wondering what she’s putting on for me.

Finally, I hear a familiar sound that instantly gets captures my attention – it sounds like belt buckle being put on, but that’s not what it is. Read more »

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[F] over it, can’t take it anymore…

I’m a 30 year old married mom. For the last 13 years I’ve worked for a big corporation which I am very successful within my career and field. Yes, I work the typical 8-5 Monday through Friday and I am VERY respected within the business. You would never suspect that my husband and I are a SUPER kinky couple. We have an amazing sex life no doubt. But I just feel it’s not enough for me…. Something is/was missing…. I’ve hinted around some of my naughty behavior…. I’ll always say “I had a dream last night that…” and actually tell my husband what I was doing on Reddit but saying it was a dream I had (it’s actually such a big rush and turn on for me to confess but not actually confessing 😅😆)

I love my husband but I love the excitement and sneakiness of being this totally different person!!!! Even if it’s an online adventure, I’m all for it. I love the thrill of hiding and being SECRETIVE! Read more »

[M]y stripper g[f] and the cucumber 🥒

A few years ago, I had an 8 yr affair with a married stripper. Call her Rainy. She danced at a local nude club, no alcohol. Rainy was mid 30’s, had 2 kids, and was still dancing cause, one, she liked the easy money, and two, she got off on it.
Me, in my 50s, married grown kids, doing ok in my own professional business.

In the club, the most we could do was FIV and an HJ. We hit it off, so we took it otc. We got really comfortable together, probably taking a few too many risks. We started in motels, but soon started using our houses while spouses were at work.

She came over one morning, scurrying inside. We didn’t have much time since I had an important business meeing at 11. She was dressed like the MILF she was. Jeans, sneakers, nothing sexy. After all, she was fitting our fun time into her suburban day while kids were at school. I had showered and dressed in my business suit. She had a daddy complex and enjoyed the power a dark suit gave me over her. Read more »

Bonded. Part 1. [M/F] [M45/F28] [MDom/Fsub] [Slow Burn]

Sometimes existence felt like it was split into neat little quadrants on the clock. Everything I did in a day could fit there, a predictable pattern of all things known in my little world. Gym, commute, work, commute, home, maybe a night out with friends, but most likely a half finished poem by the bedside and then sleep. I’m not saying I regretted the way my day could be mapped with a blindfold on, I’m just saying these waters had been undisturbed for too long.

The restlessness could be tasted off of the air around me, if someone was to pay attention that is. And most didn’t.

Until that one day.

It was a full train, bursting almost, everyone shoving each other to create room for their elbows and bags. I had been pushed by the incoming swarm of busy bodies, all the way to the middle of the train, near the seated folks clutching tightly to their seats. Another shove, and a bump of the train itself, and I stumbled a little against a knee and quickly mumbled a practiced, instinctual “Sorry!” without really looking at the person to whom the denim clad knee belonged.Silence.

*Odd*. Read more »

I had a threesome with 2 guys I go to dental school with after our schools gala [MFM]

This is my first year but every year my dental school has a winter event where everyone dresses up nice, goes to a venue for a party. Lots of dancing, drinks, entertainment. Basically a prom for people in dental school lol.

I wore a very nice dress, wasn’t showy at all. Covered my chest, and went well below my knees, not really an event where girls wear slutty dresses. Anyway as the night went on I was drinking more and more, dancing with a few different guys. I started dancing with a guy who we’ll call jake. Jake is around 6’3 with a nicely built body and pretty handsome. I knew Jake from school already and we danced a for a while, at least 30 minutes. He was very showering me with compliments most of the time and I really enjoyed that. The last song we danced to he dropped his hands right to the bottom of my back, I was expecting him to grab my ass but he didn’t. After not moving his hand for a bit I reached around my back with my own hand and pushed his onto my butt, and then whispered in his ear Read more »

Cake eaters pt 1 [MF, cheating, exhibitionist] [50M, 40F]

She had been into my record store a couple times and every time I could not take my eyes off her. She was tall and lean, I would guess about 5’10” with black hair and brown eyes, like the Van Morrison song that always popped into my mind when she came in. She usually wore a concert T shirt that clung to her perky breasts and short shorts. She was not a fan of bras. She has quite a few lovely tattoos, including some red bows on the back of her thighs. When she was digging in the lower racks, her perky ass would pop up and I could see those bows. My cock would stiffen in my jeans behind the counter. We had some great conversations about music, our tastes overlapping but always introducing each other to something new. I would enjoy our hands brushing when I sold her records, but each of us had a wedding band.

This particular day she came in in a sundress. Low cut, I could see tattoos on her chest – matching sets of roses and guns. Her elegant arms each displayed more art, she was was like a mobile museum. A gorgeous architecture. I wondered what treasures lay beneath her red and black sundress. She rifled through the new record bins as Portishead played. It was a slow day and she was the only customer. Read more »

[F] I fucked a [F] woman old enough to be my mom with my [M] boyfriend

Both my boyfriend and I had always had a milf fantasy. When we matched with a woman over 30 years older than us with kids our age, we couldn’t pass up the opportunity to take her out for drinks.

My boyfriend and I had met up with many women before, but we were really concerned about coming off as immature. Ultimately though, things went smoothly. Towards the end of the night, however, she started mentioning the age gap more and more. She kept laughing nervously whenever she brought it up, reiterating the point that she couldn’t believe she was doing this. We couldn’t tell if she was excited, nervous, or a mixture of both.

When the night came to a natural close, we walked her to her car. Once at her car, we were all in agreement that we should hang again. We exchanged hugs and goodbyes, but she seemed to linger a bit, smiling at us and fidgeting with her keys. Read more »

A long time ago in a city far away. [MF]

Almost 20 years ago when I had just graduated from school I moved to a big city. I was lucky enough to find a nice apartment with someone I knew and the rent wasn’t crazy high. I started working at a great place in my field and loved flirting with the secretaries.

One secretary was a cute early twenties girl with a flapper haircut and a dancer’s body (a story for another day). The other was black woman almost 15 years older than me. She was about 5’8″ and had long legs and impeccable taste. She always had couture clothes and her hair done. I didn’t put it together then, but there was no way she could’ve paid for her life on what she made where we worked.

I flirted with her as much as I could get away with. I was young, brash and filled with the energy of youth. My fun doubled when talking to her: she was gorgeous, knew food, was from an exotic place in the Caribbean and had been a model. My bosses would shoo me away and I would find a reason to be back at her desk. Of course the only thing was, she had a boyfriend (sometimes she said fiancee) Read more »