There was something about the way he touched his beard that sent her wild. His fingers brushing through that hair the way that she wanted to. She sat in at the corner of the bar, in the darkness. Her black dress helping her camouflage into the darkness. It rode up at the side where her legs were crossed. Her breasts sat high and were adorned with a black inverted cross. She watched and sipped on her wine; she was always watching. Her eye had been on a couple of men tonight but none more than this one. He had a darkness to him that spoke to her own. He moved his body in a way that sent electricity through her vein. He turned and started headed towards the bar. She watched as he leant forward to speak to the bartender and willed him to turn his head, he did. Their eyes met in the darkness and she licked her lips while looking directly into his eyes. He looked down and back up a little unsure that it was him she was looking at.
There’s nothing going on between us she said Part 2 [Cheating][Behind back Cuckold]
It’s been a week since then when I’ve founded that unexpected surprise in the pile of trash that poured out from the bottom of that trash bag. I’ve tried to see if anything out of the ordinary Das would have been doing from what I remembered of her. Yet as the days passed into next week there was none of it, she was still as loving and caring to me as she ever was. Even having our normal regular sex but I could never deny the hard evidence that is now burned into my mind from that night.
I sneakily tried checking on her phone when she went to take a shower or bath as I’ve caught a glimpse once of her phone’s unlock code. Still there wasnt anything there in either texts, pictures, emails or even on her facebook that would lend me a tiny shred of evidence that my wife was cheating on me.
Even on that weekend saturday night, where we had went over to our friends home for a get together dinner with our circle of friends. While the ladies were in their own world in the living room talking about the usual things they were. The guys were at the dining table having some glasses of whiskey as they all paid the usual homage to my beautiful wife that I’ve got use to by now.
Maddie’s Massive Improvements [Oneshot]
Author’s Note: This story contains extreme proportions. If that is not your cup of tea then leave. On mobile, yada yada ya. You get it. Wonky formatting. Grammatical errors.
Ars Amatoria
It was a warm late June night in Ovid Square in a seaside town. Although past midnight, the town was still very crowded.
The men presented themselves impeccably, in elegant suits with flowers at the buttonhole, women of Bonton flaunted their glamorous cleavage toilets, wearing hats and lace collars.
The townspeople were art lovers, and the sensation of the night was a beautifully lit theater scene, strategically placed in the middle of the square, where two young people with perfect silhouettes were making love, the perfect example of the high-class exhibitionism. There was nothing factitious in the whole representation, the bodies of the two had not been altered by any artificial modification, everything was of a perfect naturalism.
The square was surrounded by small stalls of small traveling merchants from where you could buy everything you wanted. The aromas that came from all directions represented a mixture of popcorn, hookah, bead, cotton wool on the stick, and refreshing spirits. The elderly smoked cigars and watched the performance sitting comfortably on the oak benches upholstered with great care by master craftsmen.
Dressed in a plaid harlequin costume, I then went on stage, raising a pearl scepter in my hand.
The Fashion Style of a Modern Woman
The most suitable garment for a symphonic music concert is a translucent lace dress worn directly on the skin because it fits perfectly with the classicism of the harpsichord and cello.
For jazz concerts, I recommend a bare back dress tight on the body, highlighting your firm shapes. This fits perfectly with strings of white beads, long up to the navel, worn with a pendant.
During the day, on the street, you must wear slouchy t-shirts with a wide neckline or transparent short blouses, tight on the body, with thin straps and necessarily without a bra with a miniskirt or tight-fitting yoga pants or leggings to highlight the roundness of your buttocks and the cameltoe.
I watch you with a spyglass dressed like this, walking in front of “Cafe du Brasil”, with round and full breasts contouring sensually through the fine blouse, with the feeling that your sharp and aroused nipples almost pierce the delicate material. What could be more refreshing for a bored passer-by than this image of femininity at its finest?
I finally [m]ade plans with my new FWB that didn’t fall through.
My primary likes girls, and we’ve been making new friends to help her explore that recently. She doesn’t do great at meeting new people; so I’m usually the one that reaches out and gets everything started. We met a new girl from Fet recently. Every time she came over, my partner wasn’t feeling well (soon discovered it was morning sickness) but there was some awesome chemistry between me and the new girl; and our messages went from light flirting to very explicit.
My primary is cool with me playing on my own, so I planned to see where things went. The new girl came over one day while she was at the doctor. But shortly after the new girl gets to my place, my primary tells me she’s on the way back home. And while she has walked in on me playing before; I didn’t want that to be the case when her anxiety was already high; so a damper was put on the plans with my new friend, and we just talked and smoked, but the sexual tension was strong, and not long after she left; we were back to the sexually charged snapchatting, and we made plans for early the next morning.
[MM] Throatfucking prose. An ode to a Muse…
I rest in wait for you. Empty warm and open, silently begging to be filled, the same way a bucket begs for water: by being.
I beg for the chance to throw wide the gates of my lips, and welcome you. I beg for the length of your cock sliding in across my tongue and deeper still, as you paint my uvula with precum. I beg for you to press yourself inside, so that my nose may be buried in the gently brambling pubes and musk blooming from your groin.
I beg for both your hands on my head reminding me that I am not my own, but yours. I beg for you to make wet and sticky messes in and on me as you please. I beg to be the vessel where my submission, with each thrust, is churned into your satisfaction. I beg for the soft slap of your sack against my chin, and for the sticky strands of saliva left behind as you pump yourself into and out of the wetdark of my mouth.
Leveling Up [Final Chapter]
Author’s Note: Soret for not posting for the past couple of days I just wasn’t feeling it (when I make stories I go on a huge Writer’s High). I might visit this story again and do a better revise version of this. Everything is the same: Typing on mobile so wonky formatting and grammatical errors. With that out of the way let zuh story begin.
[M]e 32 and my wi[F]e 29 had sex on her parents’ bed
This is my first time writing in this sub and I am having hard time to fall asleep because of my insomnia so I figured I’ll tell you guys something that happened earlier today. I guess I am still excited about what happened earlier.
A little background about my me and my wife. We are both from a conservative Asian country. I am her first and only boyfriend before getting married. Due to how conservative her parents (specially her mom) she was raised to not to have premarital sex, not that we didn’t fool around orally when we were dating. Our sexlife was pretty normal. Doggy, missionary, cowgirl and that’s pretty much it. No other exciting kamasutra position, no kinky sex, not even anal because she said it’s gross.
My wife is 29 years old, she’s 5’2, wears a C-cup bra, she weighs probably about 120-130 lbs, I don’t know her exact weight but I am guessing because I’m too afraid to ask her! Lol. But she’s somewhat fit, we usually jog/walk around the block after work.
I [M] 19, let an online stranger [M] 40? fuck me while I was dressed in drag.
Quick background: my girlfriend is my age but due to covid we were separated as she is away for school and I am still living at home. Both my parents work healthcare so once our classes ended I had alot of free time. We tried Skype sessions a couple of times but they didn’t do much for her. We are still together to this day but I need to get this off my chest.
So, I went down the slippery slope of masturbating on flingster. At first I would click and click hoping to be paired with a female. It never really happened. I’ve never considered myself gay or even curious, but recent events have really changed my perspective. The first time I gave in and showed my cock was so hot. I loved the thrill of helping a stranger get off, and when they complimented my dick and told me they wanted to fuck me it would get me so hard. I eventually started talking dirty to them, and before I knew it I was wearing pink shirts, and trying to look like a twink. It was becoming a secret obsession. This started in late April.