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I [f]uck my sister in law like we’re [m]arried.

I want to begin this story by stating that I am in an open marriage and everything detailed here is completely consensual.

I fuck my sister-in-law, probably more frequently than I do my own wife.

She is my wife’s half sister, they share mothers, and luckily for me she does not find our sexual relationship to be off putting at all. She’s even confessed being turned on by it, but that she would never want to watch us or join. I completely understand that.

It all began when she moved in with us. My mother in law is extremely religious, culitishly so, and her extreme religious fervor has driven all of her daughters off. I will call her Lynn here. Lynn is the youngest and last of the three sisters to leave the nest with a bad taste in her mouth and a desire to be naughty and rebellious.

Lynn is 25 now; she moved in three years ago. We enjoy having her with us for the obvious economic advantage it provides, and she is helpful around the house as well. We are less stressed having her help, and of course, I am less stressed because her and I enjoy a healthy sexual relationship. Read more »

Morning Ride

I’ve just woke up and D is laying close to me. She’s leaning up on her side while stroking and admiring my morning hard on. She sees I’m awake and smiles. Then she climbs over me and impales herself on my morning woody and riding me hard. This has become a morning ritual for us.

[F]un with [F]riends on weekend visits ho[M]e. 2:3

Part 2 of 3
Surprisingly, haha, I made it a point to go home the very next weekend I could. The three of us were hanging out at a local fair. While walking around the fair we all talked about where we wanted things to go/not go. K then had to go the bathroom and got things moving a little by telling P and I she thought it would be fun to “catch” us kissing upon her return from the bathroom. So while K was in the bathroom I sat on a bench and had P sit on my lap. We first kissed while K was away. (Still to this day, not only one of my most memorable “first” kisses, but memorable kisses overall) We started kissing again when we seen K coming through the crowd so she could catch us. The match was definitely lit after that. We continued to walk around the fair hand in hand in hand, kissing, butt slapping, and teasing each other. When K and I were driving P home, K sat in the back seat with P and the two made out and both flashed me in the bit of moonlight coming in the back window. We both gave P a quick but sweet goodnight kiss in her driveway. Read more »

My wife’s [F]riend and the pierced [M] BBC

This is a follow up to “My Wife, her Friend and The pierced BBC”

The following evening, I had asked my wife several times to continue her story about Helen and Dan with his pierced cock. But she made me wait until we went to bed.

Back at work the following Monday my wife said that she was desperate to find out what Helen and Dan got up to.

Continuing her story she told me that once they got to Dan’s place he quickly pulled off his top. Helen couldn’t help looking at his muscular upper body.

Dan just smiled back and asked her what she thought of it. Mesmerised by his sculptured torso Helen stood admiring him as he approached her and put his hand on her hips. As he started to kiss her neck, Helen just melted. Dan pushed himself against her, kissing her deeply and forcefully. She said that she could feel his cock as it pressed against her stomach. She lost all inhibitions and started groping his hard chest and arms. Read more »

[MF] The FWB with the freeuse fantasy

Her profile on POF was very standoffish, one of the types that some people use to troll dudes with. I took the bait and whipped out my fresh banter because I was bored and wanted a challenge. She accepted and as we bantered back and forth she was amused and we traded phone numbers and pictures. Soon after we setup a time for her to be over. It wasn’t as simple as that everyone, but I want to set a quick stage for the events that followed.

She was a big girl, but strong. Imagine Gwendoline Christie but shorter with some D cups, same short hair. She lifted weights, but also lifted food like no one else. She came through my door with her bag of mini bottles and a 2-liter to mix them because this is how my life was at this point, and I accepted a certain amount of crazy and frenzy. She starts hard and we flirt and chat. She had told me she was married and that it was unhappy, but hearing that it had been years of no sexual contact made me feel especially bad for her. So I played my part, made her feel relaxed and at home. Feeling more at ease we would stand and sit closer and closer together. Why was that worded like that? Because she couldn’t stand still and she was anxious. We soon found ourselves within kissing distance. I put my arms around her and slowly went in for the kiss and let her finish the distance. She was a sloppy kisser, lips over mine and her hands started rubbing my crotch. After a minute of making my face wet she started moving towards the bedroom and I followed. Read more »

[F4A] I CAN EARN IT

I want you to worship me after I earn it by rimming you soooo good! I want you to bend over and spread your ass open so I can start flickering my wet tongue on your open asshole. now describe what my dirty mouth is supposed to do to earn you to worship me! this is an open-minded role play. I love the details. we can both be submissive and dominating. I love eating ass,pussy, and getting messy. don’t be shy

The start of a College [F]WB; Or the perks of [M]aking new friends (19,21)

As per standard decorum, no real names are used.

Amy and I met at a mutual friend’s housewarming party. She was adorable – around 4’10 with dark curly hair that bounced with every move. She was wearing a plaid skirt, pastel crop top, and my favorite part – no bra (gotta love college). Her friend Kate was the life of the party, but Amy had no trouble keeping a smile on my face. We, along with about 5 other people, were stuck in the kitchen, blocked in by a rambunctious conversation that spilt out into the hallway. Eventually, Amy and I get to talking, as we’re both not huge fans of the yelling going on about two feet away. We had a great conversation about everything and nothing at all that lasted through the night. And while nothing happened that evening, I left with her number and we quickly got to texting, trying to match our schedules so we could get together. I remembered that she had been planning on visiting a local art museum at some point and we agreed that it would be a ton of fun if we went together. We set a date for the following weekend. Read more »

So I was commissioned for a strange erotica.

I have never written an erotica before and I was given a particularly hard (no pun intended) scenario. This is a gay erotica between a feminine kobold and a centaur. If that isn’t your kink, that’s fine. It’s not mine either. Still, I want to do a good job and so I’d like to share my first draft.

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“Another drink, barkeep!” A deep voice rung across the rowdy bar. “Something that can actually get a man drunk this time!”

“Maybe you ask for a lighter drink, Phil, since, you know… You’re half a man.” Another patron joked.

“Hmph,” the tipsy man grumbled.

Saying that he was half a man, wasn’t far from the truth because this man was a centaur, a mythical combination of horse and man. With all the stamina of a steed and rowdiness you’d expected from a half drunken man.

“You sure know how to tease a man, Rudy.” The centaur snorted giving his friend the side eye. Rudy was a druid: intricate tattoos, fully intwine with nature, a bundle of magical energy, an insane knowledge of the arcane arts. A perfect example of what a druid should be. But more than that, he was an overall great guy. Charming, thoughtful, kind to everyone, even a centaur. Maybe that’s why Phil couldn’t help but fall in love with him. Read more »

Still [MF][Straight][Old Flames]

She stood across the room from him, and his heart began racing – he initially hadn’t noticed her standing there but saw a slight movement out of the corner of his eye. The room was lit with a red hue, originating from the atmosphere bar lights he’d strung up in the corners of his bedroom.

As he looked at her, he felt a strange sense of longing that he hadn’t felt for her in years. He was confused, a bit sad, as she reminded him of his younger days when life was so much more simple. He briefly wondered why she was here, but the curiosity quickly faded when she took a slow, graceful step towards him. He put his laptop on the nightstand and started to get up.

Without a sound, she was suddenly standing right in front of him, close enough that he could smell the vanilla perfume she was drenched in. He looked up at her from where he sat, taking in the sight of her – they hadn’t spoken in months, and it’d been even longer since they’d seen each other in person. Her hair fell over her shoulders, partially hiding her face from him. Read more »