[MF] The night that changed me

I stepped onto the curb. It was rainy outside, but I had a coat and umbrella, and needed to wait for a moment before taking any more steps. She was in the apartment on the third floor. Her curtains were drawn so I had my moment. My stomach was turning over and around. Where was this night going to go? I checked my phone, seven minutes late, perfect. I took a deep breath despite the fact that my chest felt like it was dissolving. Here goes. I strode to the door and pressed her button.

“Hello? Harry is that you?”

“Yep I’m here.”

“Great! I’ll buzz you in!”

I didn’t respond. I felt as if I was sort of floating. The door made a harsh buzzing noise but I didn’t react to it. Inside the lobby. Up the stairs and at her door.

“Hey! I was worried you might have forgot about tonight!”

“Aren’t I supposed to be fashionably late?”

“Not with someone you actually like spending time with!”

“You assume too much darling, now where are your manners, aren’t you supposed to offer me wine?” Read more »

I [F]ucked my landlord to skip last month’s rent

Are real stories allowed on this sub?

I usually don’t have money problems. I work at a bar, and on a good night I get tipped out more than I make in salary, especially if I don’t wear a bra and put on the “ditsy bartender” act. I have pretty big boobs to begin with, and acting slutty all shift is a turn-on… so it’s a win-win. Usually I do just fine. I rent a nice apartment in Providence, overlooking the water, right up the street from work.

But, all of that came to an end in March, when my bar closed on account of COVID-19. And I got screwed out of an unemployment check thanks to a glitch in the paperwork that I still haven’t figured out (I’m a bartender, not an accountant… sue me.)

So I paid my March rent with my last paycheck, and I decided I wouldn’t worry about it. Lockdown couldn’t last more than a couple weeks, right? It was a little boring, but at first it was just an inconvenience. I invested in a nice new glass dildo, I named it Melvin, and I spent *a lot* of quality time with Melvin in April. Read more »

I spent an entire day getting my ass stuf[f]ed and spanked.

My ex and I met up in a nice hotel for the weekend. With me, I packed a small backpack. He had an overfilled duffel bag. We got up to our room and he immediately ordered me to strip. The second I was naked, he gave me a nickel and told me to hold it against the wall with my nose why he got set up. I stood there for what seemed like forever, waiting, hearing items being placed around the room.

He came up behind me and wrapped his belt around my neck. He led me to the bed and had me bend over, with my face buried in a pillow. He bound my hands behind my back with duct tape. He began to spank me. Over and over again. I could feel the heat intensifying on my ass. With every few spanks, he pulled the belt tighter, choking me. Read more »

Because You’re Mine [M/f] [D/s] [All your firsts]

“Do you know what it’s like being so many of your firsts?,” I ask you, your head in my lap as we watch an episode of a recorded show in bed. I just got home, and you were getting ready for bed before flipping on the TV.

“Hmm?,” You say, caught off guard by my question; not sure where I’m going.

“Of course you don’t,” I elaborate. “You’ll never know– How could I ever describe what it’s like to have someone so wholly mine.” My cock swells thinking about it, about you. You sit up tall, legs under you Indian style, eagerly listening to me talk about you.

“I own so many of your first experiences,” I say, trailing my hand up your side– “So many parts of your body,” lightly running my hand up and over your left breast. “All of it really,” I say quieter, lower, as I run my hand back down slowly. My cock twitches as I watch your nipple start to firm up under your cotton top. My mouth salivates a little, wishing to smother that delicate peak forming there. Read more »

Zoom Call [MF] [Blowjob]

Jenni and Paul had been quarantined at home together for weeks now. Stress levels had risen as both of them attempted to do their jobs from home. The slightest irritation seemed to lead to a fight and they hadn’t had sex in over a week, which was quite a long time for a couple that used to go at it like rabbits.

Jenni had already finished her work for the day, but Paul was still in his office on what appeared to be a never ending Zoom call with his coworkers. Sick of the constant bickering and lack of sex, Jenni decided to surprise Paul and reignite the spark they had in the early days of their relationship. She stripped naked and tiptoed quietly into Paul’s office, making sure to stay just out of view of the camera. She smiled coyly as Paul attempted to maintain his ‘work face.’ As she got into position under his desk, she noticed he was only wearing a pair of boxers to go with his button up shirt and tie. “Thanks quarantine!” she thought to herself as she took in the sight of his enormous cock bulging in his boxers. Read more »

Used (M/F after-sex, cum, pussy, cock, restraints, biting, spanking)

Her lipstick was artfully smudged, the pink hue softening the further it went onto her cheek, mixing in with the face makeup she wore. So smudged and messy was her makeup, that I could not tell where the lipstick ended and the foundation and blush began, it was a streaky mess, proof in my mind of a job well done.

Her eye makeup too was messy looking and ruined. Around her inner lash line, closest to her eye, there was no makeup at all, but around the outer corners and the lower lash line, the harsh black eyeliner and mascara had been washed away and smeared from the tears and saliva. Her entire face was one big smeary, wet, makeup mess, the result of a rough blowjob and face fucking, but it looked artistic. There was a purpose to her streaky and blotted makeup, she was supposed to look like this, it wasn’t an accident. Read more »

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Our New Hobby – A Husband’s Perspective Part 2

**She Said What?**

Donald announced himself with a rather timid knock on the door. I answered the door and took in the gentleman who would soon be fucking my wife. He wore a charcoal gray suit, blue shirt and a maroon tie. I invited him in and asked him if he wanted some water or something stronger.

“No thanks Rob, I just want your wife,” he said smiling.

“She’s in the bedroom, but first she has some rules. She wants both of us to do everything she tells us. She won’t ask us to get involved with each other and I’m only going to watch. She wants the whole thing videoed so she can see it later. And she doesn’t want you to use a condom. Can you live with those conditions?”

“So she’s going to tell me what to do? I’m cool with that. Sure those are no problem. I’d love to get a copy of the video, that’d be so cool? Let’s go.”

I walked Donald into the bedroom, where my beautiful and sexy wife was waiting, standing by the window. She had put on a little black dress over her lingerie, but still looked so hot. Read more »

Music Video [M+F, Toys, F-Solo, Cheat, anal] My first post- kind&constructive feedback welcome!

Music Video
[M+F, Toys, F-Solo, Cheat, anal]

Megan sat at her computer, staring at her bank account. She’s been working as a freelancer since graduation with her music degree. It has been fun at times, but a little unstable financially. “I really need another gig soon,” she groaned to herself. She sighed audibly and opened another tab to check her social media feed. Just then, a message popped up with a “ding.” Megan felt a flutter in her stomach when she saw the name Dan, an old flame from college. 

“Hi Megan, I hope you are doing well. I wanted to talk to you about an opportunity to be in a music video with me. I’m looking for a beautiful brunette female to dance with and I think you would be the perfect fit. Lemme know what you think. It would be great to see you.” 

Megan replied almost immediately, typing quickly. “I would love to! Send me the details! It would be great to see you too.”  Read more »

First post- Stranger on the Train [M/F]

      I press my shoulders to the cool metal and glass doors of the subway. Adjusting the strap of my heavy crossbody work bag absentmindedly across my chest and trying to find where I left off in my e-book. Earbuds firmly in my ears to drown out the rattling screeches of the train or grassroots evangelist prattle. As I regain my reading spot, the train pulls into the next station and the doors open. Fellow homeward bound commuters stream in and fill space in the packed car. I glance up as a man rests against the closed doors across from me.

      The man has a softly angled face with a tall, well built frame; maybe early thirties with silvering dark blonde hair pulled into a messy bun. He catches my glance and I immediately return to my book. “I beg to serve, your wish is my law, now close those eyes and me love you to death”, a late Peter Steele croons to me privately. The stranger shifts and pulls out his phone, places his Marshall headphones over his ears and chooses music to distract himself as well. I catch him looking at me again and coyly looking down at his phone.  Read more »