My girl[F]riend blew my ex-roo[m]mate/friend Danny

Danny and I decided to text back and forth yesterday, and voila, he’s still single (lol, I don’t think he will ever not be).

He readily agreed to hang out with us, he wasn’t doing anything that night.

So he comes over, and wink*wink*nudge*nudge* we’re all out of beer. I excused myself to get to the corner store, pick up a 6 pack.

*This is Jess. As soon as he left, I started flirting with Danny, and whaddaya know he’s flirting back! We must’ve flirted for like 2 minutes tops, when I laughed flirtatiously at a joke, smiled, and [bit my lower lip seductively like so](https://i.pinimg.com/564x/2a/af/c5/2aafc5ed5dbc967831c748c0f26d4a05.jpg). That’s when Danny made his move, and kissed me so sloowwwly, I was fucking wet immediately.*

*I’m not shy; I dropped down to my knees, [unzipped his pants](https://www.bunnylust.com/pink-cutie-girls-do-porn/2.jpg) and [took his cock out](https://s.smutty.com/media_smutty_2/h/e/l/e/b/helenhot-bzfmx-b406f0.jpg) and [sucked, and licked it all like the good little slut I am](https://s.smutty.com/media_smutty_2/d/a/n/n/b/dannyd-fztqd-18bd32.mp4).*

*Danny didn’t last 2 minutes. He came. Came hard. I took it all. [In. My. Mouth.](https://s.smutty.com/media_smutty_2/l/a/u/r/b/laurbe-mloo8-6e8fbb.jpg).*

When I came back, I saw them on the couch, watching TV. She had just applied her lipgloss again, and he was in an unusually happy mood. We watched a GoT rerun and he went home after.

Honeymooning in Wine Country [pt 2]: Finding Fuck Buddies [MF][MF]

Continuation of part 1, see other post. PMs welcome.

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Faint moans escaped the familiar muffled cover of a pillow as Lola and I crept into the suite. Her nipples testing the limits of the thin fabric of her bodysuit, her chest heaving with anticipation. As we were about to round the corner I grabbed her arm and pulled her back into my arms, our tongues dancing gently with each other before breaking to continue on. Her eyes flashed mischievously sexy as she turned to confront the mystery couple.

Our imaginations running rampant, the reality of the scene was quickly revealed. Plunged deeply in the duvet, a glistening, nude pair lay entangled in lust. Slowing to an erotically satisfying pace, an olive-skinned goddess made easy work of the thick cock she consumed. We locked eyes just as she tossed her head back, working her hands up her toned stomach, over her C cup breasts and through her hair. Her forearms coming down to rest on the chest of her well cut companion as he worked his hands around her hips, cock throbbing when revealed by her grinding pussy.

Regifted [MF] [hotwife]

It’s not that I don’t enjoy it. I do, but sometimes I wish we could just skip the games. A nice dinner out, followed by a good fuck, is just fine in my book. Even a quickie, before dining out, would be enough for me on occasion. My husband, on the other hand? He likes to play. He always has something up his sleeve. God bless him, he does keep things interesting.

I scan the dimly lit lounge, as I wait for him. The room bustles with activity, while a light jazz music cascades through the room, keeping a relaxed atmosphere. Candles on the tables, flicker warmly upon the faces of the diners.

My attention is drawn to an older couple sharing a laugh. There’s a lot of stories behind that relationship, I’m sure. They look as if they’ve been together for a lifetime and would stay together for another lifetime, if they get the chance.

I hope we still have that connection in our golden years.

I Married My Rapist [Bondage] [Non-Consensual] [Cuckold]

2 AM.

Staring at the ceiling, on my bed. The sleep just won’t come.

Hours earlier, my husband, Danny, had come home exhausted once again. I cuddled with him on the sofa after preparing his favourite meal. I recorded a romantic movie to get both of us in the mood.

It has been more than a month since he pleasured me, I was really looking forward to it tonight.

Alas, his reply remained the same as it was since weeks ago: “I’m burned, honey. Not tonight.”

I forced a smile, he cupped my cheek and pecked me lightly. We climbed onto the bed and he was asleep within moments, while I continue to ponder on what is becoming of my marriage.

*Thud…* A soft one.

The sound almost made me jump, from outside. Danny was oblivious to it all, his dreams far too sweet.

*Tap…tap…tap*

Am I dreaming or are those footsteps I’m hearing? Is somebody… inside our house?

Slowly, I pulled the door open and took a peek.

A pair of dark eyes stared back at me. A face fully covered in a maroon balaclava.

New Roommate [FF] [Les] [oral]

This story was written for the following prompt: “I-I have to… you know… t-touch myself… five times a day… or else I start to have… symptoms…” she awkwardly confessed to her newly appointed roommate.

Part 1.

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Jessica blinked owlishly, staring at the girl’s embarrassed face, unable to quite believe her ears. “You mean like…?” She curled her fingers in a come-hither motion, and her new roommate’s face went an even brighter shade of pink as she nodded. “Five times?”

“Yes…” It looked like she wanted to curl up into a ball and hide. Jessica felt bad pushing the girl on something she was obviously mortified about, but as her shock faded she was incredibly curious.

“Like, you have to-” she wiggled her fingers again, “five separate times, or just y’know, *finish* five times?”

“Um…” Her cheeks burned. “… separate…” She struggled to regain some amount of her composure, turning away from Jessica’s gaze. “It’s really hard on my schedule…”

“I can- actually, no, I can’t imagine, but that sounds like it sucks.” Jessica rubbed the back of her head. “What kind of symptoms…?”

First Post – Meet Amelie, my alter-ego… [FM]

Hi Guys & Girls

This is my first post here so be gentle – well, not too gentle…

I’m going to introduce you to a girl during this first read, and her name is Amelie, she’s not a real person, which I know isn’t strictly in compliance with rule number 3 (true stories only), but the stories themselves ARE true, only Amelie is fictional.

See, Amelie – she’s my alter-ego. I’m a mostly respectable woman. I live in the UK, I’m 30, I have shoulder length blonde hair, a sexy/average body (no muscles – size 8), a dirty smile and I dutifully lay under my husband at regular intervals – and I still swallow his cum – whenever required – and let’s get this out of the way now; hubby is great – I love him, he loves me, the sex is fine and we have a nice life.

Quality time with my wifes friend [MF] Long

I didn’t want to split this out into little separate posts so here is one long post about last week.

TL;DR: Chelsea tried more ass play, Amy gets some help recovering from jet lag, and two drunks have loud sloppy sex in our guest room.

Monday:

Amy woke up early to fly out for the week for meetings reminding me to make sure I made time to see Chelsea this week. We talked about our plans and Amy mentioned to keep her updated.

That afternoon I sent a text to Chelsea asking if she would be around that night. She replied back a few hours later apologizing saying that she had promised to go out with her coworkers to for happy hour. I went about my day slightly disappointed but kept myself distracted by welcoming back the fit college students who were back from school to workout.

Around 6pm I finally left to head home home to shower and take care of my frustrations while I fantasized about the college girls at the gym and Chelsea.

Tuesday:

I [M][32] just started an open relationship with my [w]ife [30] and Im not sure where to start

Bit of background: Like the title says, my wife and I just started an open relationship. Been married almost 4 years, together about 11 total. We have one beautiful daughter together.

Other than a couple women I slept with while we were on a break before we got married, it’s been a while since I’ve been back in “the game.” I’m honestly not entirely sure where to start with everything.

My wife is more outgoing than me, and I k ow she’ll pull in more than I can get, which I’ve already come to terms with. I tend to be a bit more reserved than her, and slightly shy away from the idea of Tinder, more out of fear of someone recognizing me here where I live than anything else. Maybe I’ll come around to the idea, maybe not, who knows…

Figured Reddit was a good place to start, since it’s full of like minded people (and honestly an amazing dirty minded community). Looking for advice and people to chat with (both friendly and sexy chat welcomed).

Liam [FM] [cheating]

Liam looks at me with those piercing eyes. We’re inside his hotel room.

His face looks like he’s reading a difficult math problem, deciding how to solve it. I stand motionless, holding the glass of water I allegedly came in here to get. I look back at him and hold his gaze. We both know full well I’m not here for water. 

“So what did Dr. Farnham actually say?” He asks casually.

I can go along with that. “He liked the abstract”  I reply, lowering my hand with the glass and walk to the window, feeling his eyes running down my body as I turn my back to him. I pause at the window. “He wants to show it to Prof. Alexander for final opinion before we send it in”. I look at the city outside. I’ve been to Prague before, still I feel like I’m in another world right now. 

I can make out his reflection in the glass.

I once masturbated so hard I hurt my back and had to go to the chiropractor. [M]

Okay I was 16 and hadn’t done it in a few weeks so went at it super hard. 10 minutes in my thigh is hit with the worst cramp I have ever felt. I was kind slumped over and immediately sprang up and laid flat on my bed. I got up to “use the bathroom” and noticed my back felt like it just got hit into by a car. I couldn’t stand up straight and could barely walk. After the ordeal I went back to bed, when I woke up my back had the exact same pain. I missed school that day and told my dad I probably just fell off the bed. I went to the chiropractor and found the my cramped up thigh dislocated something in my hip/lower back area and one of my legs was now longer than the other. I became so paranoid of further masturbating that I didn’t do it for a whole month.