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The First Time She Brought Someone Home [MMF / Cuckolding]

“He’s coming over tonight, and he’s planning on letting you watch. Is that okay?”

The question had come as something of a surprise to me. I was no stranger to my then fiancé having sex with other men. But this was the first time they would be coming to us rather than her going out or the both of us meeting them somewhere. When it came to the idea of them allowing me to watch, I was excited. I loved my fiancé more than anything. And the idea of sharing her excellent body with others made me go absolutely wild. Seeing others enjoy her the same way I did was a fantasy that she had fulfilled on multiple occasions up to this point. But this was the first time they’d be coming to us, and taking her in our very own home.

We had just moved in together, a small trailer we called our own that we shared with our animals. It wasn’t much, but for us it was more than enough. And in that very same bed, the first one we slept together as a couple living together, she would be pounded into the sheets by another man. The thought of it alone made me rock hard. Read more »

[51M] naughty and slutty statistics wanted from [F] ‘s

I am a sexually curious man ( now paraplegic and unable to partake) with a love and appreciation for promiscuous women.
If you feel like obliging me, tell me:

1)Your age (optional if necessary)

2) Your total number of men you have had intercourse with ( #bodycount )( if unknown, guesstimate)

3) Most men you have had sex with in one day?

Feel free to elaborate and brag 😉

I believe that the more partners you have had, the more rich is your life experience. Be proud of your accomplishments 🙂

The Tutor, Part Ten [F20/F18] [D/s] [Role Reversal]

**PART TEN**

Annabelle finished up her underwear-clad yoga just as I was marking a few things down on the last problem she had attempted.

It was almost perfect in how we synced up the ends of our separate activities, like she first suggested when idly continuing her stretches instead of joining me to look over her work. From her position on the floor, there was no way she could have known I was wrapping up as well, which meant she’d have even more grounds to feel validated in her earlier assumption that the timing would work out.

I had hoped that the girl would have a little more modesty afterwards, but she was clearly too confident in her body and her private suite to be bothered by such things. Instead of retrieving her clothes and getting dressed, Annabelle just walked over and plopped down next to me on the sofa. “Well? How’d I do?” Read more »

“I’m ready for you~” (M26/F25) (Facesitting, Rough Anal)

(This is my first ever attempt at a completely original Smut Story; I hope you enjoy!)

Xander quietly paced back & forth in the bedroom, deliberating, sweat slowly dripping down his forehead. He had been married for 2 whole years at this point; A marriage he very much loved & savoured, a candle that he hoped could never burn out, a great oak-tree that would never succumb to Winter’s Grasp, an insefferable bond that couldn’t be shook by any tension…But, there was one problem: Xander had never really wanted kids.

It’s not that he didn’t like ’em, he just didn’t believe that he could handle the responsiblities of being a father; Let alone a GOOD one. He shared these thoughts with the love of his life, his incredible wife, Kiara who also didn’t want to have kids for similar reasons as Xander; She just couldn’t do it, so much responsiblity, so much time, her head would burst!

Xander, despite his pretty intimidating look at first, was the perfect examples of the ol’ phrase: ‘Don’t judge a book by its cover.’ Xander, despite his terrifyingly tall 6’6 stature, long jet-black hair & icy-blue eyes that could kill a Grizzly Bear with a glare alone; was incredibly laid-back, attentive & would never hurt a fly…Unless that fly would dare hurt Kiara, then, there would be trouble. Read more »

M4F Free-spirit girl [M25/F25] (public, exhibitionism)

_Note: everyone mentioned herein is at least 18 years old!_

I met Sandra at an evening beach party in California. She was laying in a big towel on the sand, on the periphery of the crowd, listening to her walkman. We got to know each other when we shared a alarmingly large joint of what was called “the fine Colombian,” the likes of which which we did _not_ have in Massachusetts back then.

Turns out that we were the same age (25) and even though we grew up thousands of miles apart, both liked disco roller-skating, and anything to do with the ocean.

I liked her instantly because she was a genuine person. No bullshit, even before she got high. She wore a tank top over a bikini bra, cutoff shorts, and a pair of sandals. I think she was the only chick there without makeup. To be fair, she didn’t need it. Her light brown hair was tied up loosely, like she was just hanging out. Which she was.

We sat cross legged and talked, kind of ignoring the other people, as the stars appeared one by one. I wouldn’t say she steered the conversation toward sex—more like she rather abruptly said that weed made her horny and asked if the same was true of me. Read more »

Christian girls can often be the dirtiest. [mf]

During college, I dated a woman with whom I shared some pretty interesting times. We were both about 19 years old. She was and still is the good little Christian girl. Her name is Ana and she is bi, and when she was 18 she was dating a woman named Pamela, who also happened to be the pastor’s daughter at their church. They got a place together, as “roommates” but only Ana’s friends knew the truth. Eventually, the relationship ended but decided to keep living together as they didn’t want to raise suspicions any suspicious or give up living out of their respective parents’ house, not to mention that Ana’s family had moved to another part of the state. Read more »

Beauty of Consent

Such a word that is so neglected.

Such an action that is so overlooked.

Consent is so beautiful yet so under thanked.

It is an action of trust from a meek heart.

A trust that all need in order to move forward.

It is an action of strong will from one viewed as frail.

For one must be strong in order to consent to the will of another.

But how often is that action thanked?

How often is the action complimented?

That answer…

Every time a Dominant praises his submissive.

Every time a Dominant gives his submissive what they need.

Consent is celebrated within the arms and heart of the kinky.

That is where you’ll find the Beauty of Consent.

The Most amazing Holiday Season Part 2. (MF)

Christmas day came and passed quickly. Max and me using every second we had to get together, kissing in the night while my family was asleep, out in the woods while skiing, and in the shower when we came back home. And now it was new years eve. About 30 minutes left till it was midnight. We were all outside sitting around a campfire, some music was on in the background. We danced, talked enjoyed some amazing food, and just enjoyed our time. Max and I were in the meantime always looking at each other, we couldn’t keep our hands away whenever we were close so there were some subtle touches here and there.

The time passed on faster and faster, and I excused myself to go to the bathroom because I wasn’t “feeling well” after I said that I made sure to have eye contact with max who seemed who had gotten my way of thinking. Shortly after he excused himself as well saying that he would go check on me, of course, he got some comments from my brother but those got straight up ignored. The knock on the bathroom door was my signal and I opened it. Standing there in only a nice red Christmassy bra with matching panties and he smiled before quickly entering and locking the door behind him. Read more »