I thought I’d post my first night as a sushi hostess while some of the details were still fresh in my mind. As before, this coming across thirty years, so please be kind if I forget anything or skip over some of the more boring details (and then I brought *another* round of cloth napkins and stood and waited while they talked…) :)
I Fucked My Sleeping Step-Daughter [Str8] [M/f] [Teen] [Non-con] [Semi-Incest] [Step] [Age Gap] [Sleeping]
*The following story contains non-consensual themes. Therefore some people may find it unsettling, upsetting and/or disturbing.*
# READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED
I know, I know.
I’m a bad person.
But it’s not like you can judge, we both know why you’re reading this story so why don’t I just get on with it?
I’ll spare you too many details but about a year and a half ago I met my now-wife, Maria. We were both past our prime and looking to settle down and she was everything I looked for in a woman; smart, funny, super sexy and a hard worker. Despite the fact that I have more than enough money to support our family myself, Maria continues to work as a waitress at the diner we met at because she just loves having things to do and helping out, and I admire her for it.
After our first date she informed me that she had a kid who’s dad is no longer in the picture and didn’t want to keep it from me. I had no problems with this since her daughter Mia, was already grown up and I didn’t have to worry about changing diapers.
Hanna, Family Secrets, pt 10 [M/s] [m/F] [incest]
This is it, Don thought, settling on the couch. He had been home from his trip for two days and his wife Hanna was out grocery shopping, and his son Pete was at work. He had gone to the garage while still in his pajamas after they had all had breakfast together and retrieved the tablet from the locked cabinet for the security system.
“Time to get to the bottom of this,” he said aloud, recalling the odd way his family had been acting since he returned from his business trip.
His wife and son weren’t exactly acting odd, but certainly different from what had become their “norm.” Hanna, who had been depressed and mercurial, was joyful, carefree and rather, let’s say, amorous. They had been intimate each night since he got back, including the first night. He was exhausted from being on the road all day, but when he’d rolled over to go to sleep, Hanna had snuggled up to him before his eyes were even shut. Though he was wiped, she brought him to life with lively hands, seductive body language and insistent lips. Her hungry mouth against his lips and later, under the covers, lit a fire in him and their love-making session was one of the most memorable he could recall. And it happened twice more!
[MF] Paid Girlfriend Experience
I’m a Madam, often connecting Instagram ‘profiles’ to interested male consumers.
A little while ago, I was introduced to this new male client, a consumer. Let’s call him Doug. After our initial chat, he was interested in my services and being introduced to a profile he had been following and admiring.
The thing is, Doug had no interest in the tradition interactions of hiring a provider. Instead lusting over the traditional physical, sensual, sexual aspects of hiring a provider, he was interested in the social and emotional side. This happens more often that you may think, a consumer wants that immersive experience where she is acting a certain role, fulfilling that non-physical need, supporting the consumer’s ego.
I introduced Doug to this profile, and they hit it off. Doug was a well heeled exec, and the profile would often be his arm candy. Dinners, functions, events, corporate stuff, Doug relished having a beautiful model by his side. Sure there was some sexuality, she dressed as instructed, portraying this trophy wife role that Doug wanted. Often the model’s attire and behavior around him drew praise and attention from Doug’s colleagues, which of course he relished.
[MF] the morning after the night before with the red head…
ORIGINALLY POSTED IN SLUTTYCONFESSIONS
This is a short addendum to the post ‘Turned out she liked being shown off’, describing what happened the next morning, a mdre four or five hours since we’d been shagging like bunnies.
Having fucked each others brains out all over the bed and againt the window the night before our first date, we’d passed out naked from exhaustion, bliss and alcohol. The weather was hot, and we’d not needed sheets as we slumbered, so when the hot summer sun’s early morning rays slanted into the bedroom windows through my thin blinds, it picked out her gorgeous naked form in sharp relief. A hell of a view to wake up to – she lay on her side facing me, one arm under her head, the other under her breasts. She looked beautiful and sexy as hell.
[FM] Dry humping with my Tinder date
One of the best orgasms I’ve had from a Tinder date actually didn’t even involve us taking our underwear off. I matched with a girl called Vivian who I quite attracted to. She was Asian, 23 years old, curvy in a fantastic way (cleavage spilling out on most of her pictures, big hips and ass that pushed out her skirts heaps), and had huge sexy eyes (and she wore her eye makeup really well too which enhanced the effect). I started flirting pretty hard to begin with, my intentions clear, and she responded quite positively. We eventually met up for drinks at a bar near my apartment. Vivian was wearing a tight white top cut low to show off her ample cleavage, midriff showing with a little silver tummy ring, a tight black skirt hugging her tips and ass, and large purple heels. She had her hair down over each shoulder and her eyes looked even better in person. After an hour or so I asked her outright if she’d be interested in returning home with to fuck. I often find that being direct and assertive about what my intentions when asking a girl home with me is successful in leading to great sex (or an easy way to decline the offer without any weird assumptions).
Daddy’s Medicine Part II – Daddy’s Special Chair [FM] [Mdom]
You’ve been very good so far. Stay seated. …you forgot to say “yes, Daddy.” Good girl.
Aww, baby. That’s the medicine. You’ll start to feel it in a moment. This is the first come up. Shh. Don’t worry, it will feel slow at first. We’re going to keep talking for now. Are you ready to make your first promise? I’m going to turn on the camera now. I will never show this to anyone, or speak about it without your consent, as long as you keep your promises–that’s my promise. Okay? Repeat after me:
“I will be honest with Daddy. I will tell him the truth. And what he tells me is the truth. Always.”
Believe it. And don’t forget. I’m going to ask you some different questions now. Very soon, you’re going to feel yourself changing. Do you remember your experience with Ayahuasca? It won’t be nearly as intense as that. But your mind is going to bend a little bit. You’ll feel warm, and very open. Extremely empathic at first. Like you want to give everything you have away. But it won’t be enough. You’ll feel like you need to get dirty. Your thoughts are going to become extremely deviant. You’re going to think things you’d be ashamed to admit. And that’s how I’m going to fix you.
Daddy’s Medicine (Part I) – “The First Promise” [FM] [Mdom]
I was really nervous. I wasn’t sure if I’d still be ready by the time I got there. And there were a lot of rules: you made me say “yes, Daddy” every time you said something, and do things to present myself as submissive to you, and always pay attention to you like you were the most important thing in the whole world.
Don’t get me wrong, I like that stuff sometimes. It was mostly just weird to think about doing it all the time, even when I didn’t particularly feel like it. But I found that it didn’t have to be a big deal, and it always helped me get back into the right mindset, and made it way better when I was there.
But my favorite thing was experiencing what you said about being “domesticated.” It wasn’t just the way you changed me, and helped me develop that deep, subconscious calm. It was noticing the way it changed you. You became more commanding and more attentive. To train me, you gave me instructions and patterns to follow. I learned to love it. But I especially came to love the thought of you building the right structure for me to submit in. It was like watching the earth move to make you a home.
Daddy, Daisy and Me [MF+]
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I can’t wait to get home…Daddy invited Daisy over to play tonight.
Daisy’s never played with Daddy before so I’m going to be a good girl and teach her all the rules and hopefully I will make Daddy really proud.
Fist things first I’m going to help Daisy get ready for Daddy. I’ll get her undressed and put the oil on her like Daddy likes while I tell her all of the things she should do if she wants to be a good little girl like me.
While I rub the oil in I’ll tell her that the first thing is to always remember that if Daddy wants it, it’s good. That’s the most important rule. I’ll tell her some stories about how if you trust Daddy and do what he wants, you always find out that it was exactly the best thing to do. Sometimes you can’t see it right away, but once you decide to give it up for Daddy, you wind up being a really happy girl. Daddy always knows what’s best. Like sometimes Daddy tells me to act like a puppy and at first it seems really silly but then all of the sudden I turn into a real little puppy and my brain goes blank and all I feel is love and devotion and it’s like being on a special drug that makes everything really simple and pure.
Happy New Year [FM]
“I haven’t seen Ana for a minute.”
“I think she passed out. It’s 4.30a.”
I look at the clock in the kitchen and it is indeed over 4 hours into the new year.
The kitchen is still as we left it before we left to the party, piled with dinner plates in the sink. An open bottle of Milagro Silver and random shot glasses on every counter space.
I’m now drinking Tullamore on the rocks after a night of Ketel and tonics and champagne. The buzz is heavy but not overpowering. My body feels relaxed but not heavy. We are the last of the New Years revelers still awake.
“Ok. I think it’s time to get to bed,” I tell the last standers as I walk towards my bedroom. “There are some blankets and pillows for you in the closet.”
I walk into the room and look at myself in the mirror one last time. I‘m not as much of a wreck as I’d thought I’d be after a night of partying and dancing. My outfit of choice was comfortable and elegantly casual. A silk fuchsia top that draped loosely over my breasts. Black tight velvet jeans that people kept wanting to touch all night. I left my dark hair naturally straight, parted to the side and swept back, falling to almost my natural waist.