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Re-igniting the spark (mf from her perspective)

This is (m)y first time posting anything I’ve written, normally I keep them to myself. So here goes nothing…

The day has finally arrived. A nervous energy washes over you as you think about it. Are you really going to go through with this? He’s been dropping hints for a while, some more subtle than others. Yes, because you love him…and you’d be lying if you said it didn’t excited you a little as well. You take one last approving look in the mirror and smile. Another wave of that tingling nervous energy washes over you as you head downstairs.

Just as you finish putting your jacket on, he pokes his head in from the garage. “Ready babes?” You nod and think to yourself “I am, are you?” as a sly little smile barely curls your lips. You talk about your days on the ride, doing your best to act normal. You don’t want to ruin the surprise.

You arrive and walk hand in hand across the parking lot. A light gust of wind comes, wrapping around your bare legs as you walk. It’s been a little while since you’ve worn a skirt, especially one this short. A familiar tingle dances up your legs as you reach the door. Read more »

[FM] The trip I slept with my husband’s best friend for the last time

A continuation of my Story

After many years of friendship and a lot of great times together our group of friends unfortunately has gotten to see a little less and less of each other. Not that we were any less of best friends, but family, distance, work and well life sometimes gets in the way. The recent trip to the Caribbean with 2 other couples who were old friends was very much needed. One thing that changed dramatically for me during that trip was that I slept with my husband’s best friend. While we aren’t swingers or even had an open relationship previous to this action, my husband was extremely understanding about it. He had an idea that there was flirting going on and he even thought something sexual might happen between me and his best friend. I only knew after the fact that it was a fantasy of his and he didn’t stand in the way of it happening. When I told him what had happened between me and Craig the next day, he admitted to me he thought something sexual might happen and that the thought of that got him very excited. In fact, when I told him that I had sex with Craig, it turned into an absolutely hot romp in bed with him that morning. He had me recount the exact details of my tryst with Craig while we fucked. My husband was overwhelmed with sexual energy as I gave him all the details recounting how I came multiple times. He was insatiable. In a short span he came 2 times and within the next 48 hours probably 4-5 more times as we went at it like rabbits talking about my encounter. At that point, Craig did not yet know I had told my husband what we had done. Eventually after the trip they did talk about it and Craig was happy and relieved that Paul wasn’t upset about it at all. Paul’s only concern was discretion with our other friends and of course Craig was great about that. He didn’t want anyone to know as he had no intention of mentioning it to his wife or our friends. Read more »

[FM] Boyfriend’s father after Breakup

This was quite an undiscussable topic the past few years but ever since it got aired out and all it I thought it might make good gws material.

This happened a few years back with an ex of mine who I dated for almost a year. I was just starting to do some interesting things on reddit back then under another alias and that was my business until he found out about me sharing sexy pictures online. Worse was I was sending them to a “master” for approval at the time because it was new and fun and harmless.

I never showed my face nor said I love you or anything of that nature. It was just a online kink of mine that was just blossoming at the time. I wasn’t in love of flirting, I was obeying and helping his sub grow with certain kinds of bdsm photos him and other girls he knew submitted.

I don’t sound like girlfriend material at this point do I? I naively thought that emotionally if I was giving my all to my ex that I was being a good girl while satisfying something that I wanted to explore outside of him, my sexuality. He wasn’t keen on me having a sexual image on social media at all. Read more »

Meeting my owner [FM]

I was so excited. It felt like a movie. My plane had just landed in the airport. As soon as I collected my baggage, I went to the escalators. Waiting downstairs, was my owner. Holding a cute sign with my name is bright pink bubble letters (my favorite type!). I walked up to him and immediately fell in love with the chemistry. His eyes could say so much but his big lips only said “How was your flight, sweetie?” I kept staring into his beautiful eyes before realizing his question, causing me to stutter out “A-ah yes, yes it was.”

We both giggled at my response. He hugged me so tightly I could feel the bulge he was trying to hide. We went towards the parking garage to find his truck. I threw my bags in the back as we climbed into our seats. The airport was a good distance away from his house. He drove the entire time; with one eye on the road and one eye on me. He was wearing a bright blue dress shirt with dark gray slacks and leather shoes. His hair was perfectly combed. I was feeling like a mix of a princess and a homeless girl. I felt beautiful wearing the pink half shoulder top and denim jeans and knee-high brown boots he ordered for me; but I still felt that I wasn’t enough for him. Read more »

Two Yummy Mommies – Part Two [Cheating] [Threesome]

He growled low in his throat, a primal sound that meant rational thought was gone, replaced by animal instinct and desire. He spun and cupped his hands under her ass, picking her up effortlessly. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he kissed her. He shoved her into the wall, dislodging a framed picture, sending it tumbling to the ground.

He broke the kiss, eyes boring hungrily into Pam’s. “Where’s your bedroom?” he demanded hoarsely.

Her eyes were hooded with lust. She nodded over her left shoulder. “Down the hall. Last door on the right.” He grunted and started down the hall, still carrying her. Michelle stayed where she was, watching warily, as though afraid to interrupt.

Harry stopped and turned around. “Are you coming, Michelle? There’s something I *really* want to do to you.”

Michelle trailed after, almost shyly, strange behavior after her boldness at the gym. Harry could hear her panting loudly though. She was definitely horny. *Good.*

He shoved the bedroom door open with his foot, mouth still locked with Pam’s. Michelle trailed after, softly closing and locking the bedroom door behind the three of them. He grabbed Pam by the hips and threw her roughly on to the bed. He pointed at her. “I’ll be right with you,” he promised. Read more »

The Discovery of Abelle pt 1/3 [F]

I’m not going to tell you my name, has to be one of the weirdest sentences I’ve written. I’m not going to tell you my name but I’m going to tell you everything about my life that no one would ever guess, not the imaginary guy who is so deeply in love with me, nor the imaginary guy who fantasizes about me, not even my boss whose wife comes in once in awhile, the same wife who shares a striking resemblance to myself.

I’m not going to tell you my name, but I can tell you that I’m 5’6, I have chestnut colored hair that barley covers the top of my breasts. I get up in the morning and weigh myself, nearly everyday I look down and see the same 118lbs roll itself onto the digits of the screen. I cross my arms in front of me, hugging my breasts, as I sleep without a top, but my thinnish underwear hugs my hips. I turn to look in the mirror and my breasts are small, but enough to curve beneath my ribcage and fill one of my hands, they’re round and the nipples are pink. I turn to the side, and brush my hair from view, there’s a slight cup beneath my butt that separates it from my leg, but otherwise it’s not wide nor extensively protrusive. I flex my leg and stand on the balls of my feet; better, it’s a trick I learned from an article I read online some time ago. Read more »

Erotic Short Story: What Happens After the Party from TheCliterature.com [M/F] [Anal] [Oral] [NSFW]

Read the latest story from TheCliterature.com: “What Happens After the Party”

“He skimmed his tongue across my clit, slowly circling his tongue on the top. Then he nibbled on my clit as he drove a finger into my pussy. I shuddered as waves of pleasure swept over me. He ran his tongue down my slit until his mouth was only a few inches away from my butthole. He blew air on my butthole.

Jones worked a finger into my tight rectum as he slipped his tongue into my pussy again. My legs shook as a tingly wave of pleasure ran through me. My legs wobbled as waves after waves of pleasure rippled through me. He scooped me into his arms, placing me on the top of the vanity. He stood between my thighs as he took off his shirt. I ran my fingers through the curls of hair on his muscled chest.

“You are so beautiful,” He whispered.

His cock penetrated my pussy, stretching my pussy walls. I cried out, throwing my arms around his neck. He clenched his butt as his cock spasmed inside me.

“Damn,” He cried. Read more »

The Hike [FM]

I was 18, petite, 34D, dark brown shoulder length hair, pale skin (sadly even in the summer) with green eyes. He was 33, had an adorable East Coast accent, short sandy blond hair, about 5’10” and amazingly sculpted shoulders. I thought about his shoulders perhaps too much — at the grocery store, while watching tv, definitely while masturbating (which was around the clock) haha… We’ll call him Dave.

The Summer after high school graduation I worked as a front desk girl at a local fitness gym where we first met. He initially shied away from the “Have a great day!” note that I passed to him, my numerous smiles, and shy flirtation. He told me that he was flattered but that I was far too young — even younger than his little sister. I understood completely but that didn’t stop me from enjoying our brief daily exchanges.

Summer was quickly coming to an end and I was preparing to leave for college. During my last week working at the gym I let him know that I really had enjoyed our Summer chats, brief as they were, and hoped to see him the following year if I ended up back at the club. I distinctly remember that he hesitated, smirked, and wished me good luck as he walked out. Read more »