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Stick it. Lick it. Repeat. [MF]

(Nope, they’re in the right order. Might want to keep scrolling if you’re quick to get queasy…)

Over the years I’ve only kept in contact with one of my ex boyfriends. My husband knew about it and was never too concerned.

Daryl and I were never really serious. To be honest, our relationship was mostly sexual. Partly because he was a cutie, but mostly because he was a SEX MACHINE!!! There were weekends where he would lock me in his room and he would ravage me the entire time. We were older now, and had spouses. But, sometimes it was fun to reminisce.

One night we were messaging as I was wandering the house doing chores. I had a couple of glasses of wine down and the conversation got a little dirty. He asked me what my biggest fantasy was, and in return, he would confess his. I agreed and told him that mine, at the time, was to bring another girl into bed with my husband (I put a checkmark next to that one eventually). And after some reassuring that I wouldn’t think he was a sicko, he told me his. Read more »

Trivia night led to so[M]e of the best sex I’ve ever had

I had so much fun writing the last story, and got so many great messages from you, I figured I should keep the stories going. I prefaced my last story with the fact I’m not the most promiscuous person, but I do have some stories. I’d like to think these are the stories when I’m alone (such as quarantine) and my mind starts to wander, these are the stories I think about.

I am going to skip over a lot of the backstory because, let’s be serious, that’s not what you’re here for. Long story short, we met at trivia night, had a couple awkward dates for drinks, made out innocently enough, then met for happy hour a couple weeks later and this happened: Read more »

Irresistible [MF] [Officehours] [I want you so bad]

I watch you over my computer screen as I hit enter on my keyboard, sending the skype message. *Aren’t you particularly hot this afternoon….?* I see your eyes flicker and a smirk teasing the corners of your mouth. You look up, staring into my eyes and then look down. I watch with anticipation as the dots hop on the screen, telling me that you are writing a message. *You’re lucky you can’t read my mind…* I bite down into my lower lip to stifle a moan. *Oh yeah? How about you tell me then…?* You look up and I watch you intently.

You stare inte my eyes, one eyebrow raised. You lean your head to the side, no one would barely notice the gesture but I do. I lick my lips and watch you raise yourself from your seat. You stretch, teasing me with that hot sexy body of yours, and pass me on your way to the pentry of our office. I clear my throat, trying to be casual as I stand up and take my coffee cup, making a big deal about acting normal, but none of our colleagues even so much as glance at either of us. I turn around following you, taking the opportunity to admire your strong back. Read more »

The Frustrated Detective (part 2 of the story that started with The Girl in the club)

The frustrated detective.

“This is such fucking bullshit!”

Aoife St Claire’s pale skin flushed red as was unusual when she experienced intense emotion.

The day had started auspiciously, she had been assigned her first lead investigation as a newly promoted Detective Inspector in Homicide and had been feeling exhilaration and excitement.

This was going to be her big chance to prove herself as a detective and commanding officer, that she wasn’t just a token box ticking promotion to keep the HR department happy or merely a pretty face so that the tabloid editors would give more attention to Scotland Yard’s press conferences.

The case was going to make waves too.

James Fleet, a top city trader found dead in his penthouse apartment. Word was that his murder looked brutal, death by massive trauma to his neck and upper chest.

He’d been found on his bed in a state of undress by his cleaner who had called it in. Aoife had received the call from DCI Reynolds and headed straight to the scene, flashed her badge at the uniform in the lobby and headed up after donning the necessary scene of crime gear. Read more »

After [Mf, spank, mast]

You always did like that part the best, though. After. When you would bury your face in the pillow and Daddy would rub the spanks away. You would still be snuffling and sobbing. “Oh, stop all that boo-hoo-hoo, young lady,” Daddy would say as he soothed your behind with gentle touches. “See? All the spanks are going away.”

“No they’re not, Daddy,” you would wail into the pillow. “They’re not.”

“Yes they are,” he would insist. “Here’s one here,” he would say as he rubbed one cheek, circling, rubbing, kneading. “Got it. See? All gone.” And sure enough, the sting would start to turn into a more gentle glow.

“There’s more, Daddy. There’s more.”

“You mean this one here?” he would say as her rubbed the other cheek. “This one?” He would circle and rub, gently massaging you. “See? All gone.” The warmth would seem to spread and intensify, even as the sharpness wore off.

“There’s more, Daddy,” you would say, almost whispering, craving more of his touches. Almost imperceptibly, your behind would flex and tremble slightly. Read more »

The Interview – Part 1 [Male Hucow] [Femdom] [First draft]

Summer was coming and with it the summer workers. Vivian was sitting in her office, waiting for Paul, her assistant, to deliver the first of the many applicants. She skimmed the list, a small crease between her eyebrows expressing her apprehension. They had so many candidates, that day. It bothered her. She liked to take her sweet time and she just hated to be rushed during the interviews. But there wasn’t much to be done: CMBKTS was a seasonal worker’s dream. Four months of effort, after all, left the lucky chosen with enough cash to spend a lavish winter season. It usually attracted students, travellers and the poor souls in desperate need for a work VISA extension.

She sighed, burying her nose in the pile of papers once again, studying the medical record of her first interviewee. 24, reasonably healthy, with an average life success score and a good level of CVM compatibility, as highlighted by his most recent bloodwork. Read more »

[M}emorable Car Ride with [F]

A girl I dated share this to a blog of hers and I figured it is worth reposting here.

So as luck would have it, I was able to see Mr. X last night. Was it last night? It almost seems like it was a dream..

We started to drive around the boring town/city I live in, finding someplace to go. That drive was the best hour-ish I’ve ever experienced. We started with conversation, he making me smile and laugh, and his hand on my leg, inching its way up – making me unbelievably wet in the process. You see, I believe I am the definition of a nymphomaniac when it comes to Mr. X.

Anyways, on with the story. He started rubbing my clit through my jeans, and as wet as I was, he could feel it though my pants. I think he was even surprised I managed to soak through my jeans. I sure as hell wasn’t, I had been craving Mr. X more than he knew. The next thing I know, we are at a stop light and he’s asking me to take off my pants. I comply without a second thought. I didn’t even care if the car next to us could see what I was doing. Pants off, hands already rubbing my clit, making me moan, and feel so good. Read more »