Yoga Instructor turned Hotwife and Whore [MF]

On the outside, my husband and I live a normal life. We have ordinary goals, dreams, aspirations, fears. I portray the girl next door – the girl you probably grew up with all your life. We live in New York City. He has a stable career in HR, I’m a Yoga Instructor. If you’ve seen a cute woman walking in yoga pants, that may have well been me. We are your typical 20s/30s young urban professionals, but without the entitled wealth or pretentious importance.

However, hidden deep down, people would be shocked at our perverted, sexual thoughts. My husband first introduced me to the role of a Hotwife. This world of kink, of objectification was something that I fell in love with. My husband, my mentor, my Dom, shared his love, support and confidence that allowed me to find my trophy slut role. Read more »

When you’re not in Use, you’re on Display [MF]

This is a saying often said to me, by my husband. And I fucking love it.

My husband and I are happily married, in a Hotwife lifestyle. First of all, he is the love of my life. But he is also my Dom, my leader, my inspiration. I would do anything to make him happy, and he the same to me.

Often times, when I’m not fucking him or another man that he chooses, I’m on display. That means that I’m dolled up for the world to see and admire. I won’t place myself on a pedestal – that’s just not my type of personality. But I’ll be that eye candy, that trophy wife, that bimbo that most men enjoy.

I’m a yoga instructor. So while I’m working, I’m running around in tight form fitting yoga pants. Add a sexy low cut top, and that type of outfit proudly displays my body and status. I could be walking down the street, killing time at a coffee shop, or just hanging out, I’m on display in this cute, yet unassuming outfit. Heck, I could even wear a pair of heels (yes with yoga pants), to further accentuate this display. When I’m not in use, I’m on display. Read more »

You’re Mine [D/s][M/F][Bondage]

As I walk in the door, I’m greeted by You sitting with a drink in Your hand.

“Strip for me. Now.”

OK, Hello to you too, Sir. Of course I don’t actually say that but I certainly think it. I look over at Him, sitting on the sofa, with a sly grin on His face. He knows I’m mentally deciding between the part of me that wants to tell Him where He can go, and the part of me that needs to submit. He knows that I’m going to take my clothes off, even before I do. That grin says it all.

I begin unbuttoning my shirt, He tells me to stop.

“You’re Mine for the next twenty-four hours. Everything on you, belongs to Me. I will control when you cum; if you cum, and how often.

I’ll decide if you can wear clothes, and what you can wear.

Everything you do, you will do for Me. If I ask you to do something, you’ll immediately do it, no hesitation, and in a way that will please Me most. Understood?”

“Yes.” Read more »

Getting together with my[F] cousin[M] part I

Like many others, I have been lurking around this website and finally decided to tell a true story that happened to me. Blah blah, this is a throw away, blah blah blah, names are fake, blah blah blah the usual stuff that is annoying to read blah blah.

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This is part one of three. Two and Three are very worth a gonewildstory (I promise). This one is really mostly intro and the steamy stuff doesn’t start until the very bottom, so I apologize to those who don’t like a lot of non-dirty story time.

A little bit about me, I’m a 26 years old. I’m about 5’2 and barely fill out a B cup bra. I don’t have an ass that won’t quit or whatever else people continuously write about in this sub. I’m fit in a sense that I’m skinny but not bony and work out but not extremely toned. On my good days, I feel pretty sexy. So even without the stereotypical C cup, fat ass whatever else, I can still get it. Read more »

In Honor of the Upcoming Elections: I’d just like to offer up an almost one-year-old story of mine:

I grabbed you by the pussy: only after you gave me permission, though. I’m no Yanker, babes, and I’m no monster; I was gentle with that THANG. I rubbed that kittie up-and-down: also side-to-side, like I’d do the feline one. Your cat won’t scratch or bite a nigga, though. (Hold up, let me back up a bit.) That there va-jay-jay of yours, it does bite. I bet that thang is a hybrid: a mix of Red Snapper, Gator, Alligator Snapping Turtle, Alligator Gar, and Snapple fruit drink: you’re sweet, too. OOMPH, OOMPH, OOMPH, girl: now, I really wanna grab your muff box, anybody looking? Can I just get a quick glimpse of it? I promise I’ll smother your derriere with my nasty face; I promise to manipulate your cunny patch with my evil presence. Afterward, I’ll testify against myself in court; I don’t give a damn. Just let this nigga gobble up your vaginal nectar. Let a brother’s tongue and cheeks run amuck down there: that place that you don’t let too many guys venture to (unless you’re a THOT). Even if you’re a bit promiscuous, don’t drop your head; this is America. It’s home to a cornucopia of folks. Do your THOTTIE thang, girl. Wave your flag; hold that bitch up high. I’ll be right by your side. Read more »

A Romp

We had been drinking in that bar

Reached my home after a long kiss in Uber.

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Inside my place, one hand just under your ear

Kissing your luscious lips, other hand caressing your rear.

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Holding my collars, pulled me and then both hands in the air

Breathless me took off your top and marvelled at most majestic pair.

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You pushed me back and jumped, legs around my waist

your hands in my hair; my lips on your nips, best of the taste.

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Tender bum weighing on my palms, we fell on the bed

Your perky twins pressed against me were now red.

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All fabric faded away and you gasped at the monster

You lifted your knees, widened you thighs and I bowed down at the altar.

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I feasted on the wet fiesta as if it was the last supper

Pulled my hair apart as you made sounds and mutter.

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I steered you around and you twerked the magnificent rear

With honoured sword glistening in saliva, I, on a mission to win the frontier. Read more »

Paying For the Ride (FM) NSFW

Trees fly by as the sun beats down on you through the window. Sitting in the backseat of the car you relax and listen to the music. Your phone goes off and you read the notification. Your bank account has finally hit zero. With one big gulp you realize you have no way to pay for the ride.

  You can feel your heartbeat as you panic. Placing your hand on your chest you try to focus to calm down. You take a few deep breaths and relax. Once you’ve recentered you look up and via the rearview mirror the driver has his eye on you.

  The man’s eyes were not that of confusion or wonder, but instead they were the eyes of a man despite to see more. Unaware of being caught the man continues to change his glance from you to the traffic. Slowly you start to time your changes in position with his gaze. Each time his lustful eyes returned your top came further and further down. Read more »

Shift Drink Fun!!! [MFF]

In 1993, Every girl in San Francisco was bi sexual.

The rock scene was wild. Grunge had exploded and San Francisco had a slew of great bands riding that wave. One of the better ones was 4 non blondes, an all lesbian grunge monster who ended up with a top 40 hit.
Every girl in town wanted to be them, to dress like them, to have sex the way they had sex! It was hot.

I was a rock and roll guy, worked at a huge club. Had a herd of female waitresses and bartenders working there. It was a great scenario for a single guy. All the girls were very attractive. San Francisco had a shortage of straight guys. Booze was free, and we all worked very long shifts together. All the rocker girls wanted to prove how wild they were. This story is about two of them.

They were both pretty wild. I was dating one of them fairly frequently. It was a loose arrangement, and we both were aware that the other was hooking up with other people. It was perfect for people like us, in a place like that! Read more »

Lure of the Old Gods

It was a little odd that my girlfriend’s dorm floor was this quiet. Normally, it was controlled chaos, girls giggling and going from room to room socializing. It was a Friday night for God’s sake.

But it was far quieter than normal, with only a few muffled noises behind a couple doors as I passed. It almost sounded like… no. And even if it was what I thought of, my girlfriend would murder me if she thought I was trying to listen to one of her dorm-mates doing… that.

I walked down the hallway, passing door after closed door. Was there some event that they were all at, that Helen didn’t tell me about?

There was an open door up ahead, it was Ashley’s room, one of Helen’s friends. I looked around the door jam, and my mouth opened in shock. Ashley was on her bed, utterly and gloriously naked, her fingers rhythmically working inside herself. She was the classic pretty blonde, with the kind of body that was luscious now, but she always worried that she’d put on weight like her older sister. But for now… She didn’t see me… and it looked like she was barely aware of anything as she furiously shoved three fingers inside her little shaved kitty. I tore my eyes away, and moved down the hall, taking a breath. Read more »

I love walking up stairs in a short skirt… [MF]

The perfect type of skirt is a loose, pleated type skirt. Simliar to a cheerleader type. It’ll be long enough to cover my ass, but short enough to reveal my ass with even the slightest bend.

The type and color of panties matters too. I like to color contrast. For example, if I’m wearing a black skirt, I’ll pair it with a red thong. Or a white skirt with a hot pink thong. Thus, when people try to peak, they’ll get to fully see what’s underneath.

Just recently, I met my husband for lunch. He brought a couple of his work friends, since it was during the work day. I was wearing a black pleated skirt, just BARELY covering my ass. Underneath with a bright pink thong. Pair that with high heels, and I’m completely on display here.

At the restaurant, our table was upstairs. So I walked up the stairs with my husband, and the guys allowed me to walk ahead of them. As I was walking, I knew I was on full display, as the guys were looking up my short skirt. I didn’t even bother to pull down my skirt, it was pointless because of the length and angle. Read more »