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A Girl and Her Dog [bst]

*(I posted this once before and some said they liked it, so here it is again.)*

Sometimes I’m like, “What, again? Already?” But when he starts to nose me and whine I just can’t help it. I get that horny churning in my tummy and my girl parts just start to swell and wet and throb. It’s kinda like Pavlov’s dog. He whimpers for his release and it rings my damn bell. I guess I’m like a dog for my dog.

I’ve got him trained, though. He knows what it means when he starts to hear the porn noises from the laptop, the squealing and groaning. Even if he wasn’t already nudging me, he’ll come quick and lay his head on my thigh or lay at my feet, watching, his eyes bright and his tail wagging. Read more »

[MF] Sharing my friend with my fuck buddy

This is the next installment of my series of stories about corrupting a friend to fuck my husband. My last story was about how she finally fucked my husband for the first time. Her husband liked to share her and she was hesitant but I did some manipulation to make her go with it. See my earlier stories for details.

She fucked my husband after our dinner dates. Sam used to go home to watch kids and Aditi would join my husband and they would have sex. Some times I watched and other times I went to bed. This happened a dozen times. My husband’s ultimate fantasy was to take both of us together and he also wanted to see Aditi and I play together. As I mentioned in my previous posts I too was attracted to her. But my husband Peter wanted to experiment and open her up. He didn’t want to push her and hurt our friendship. I thought about a plan and decided to share her with Robert. Robert was divorced, single guy with whom I hooked up a few times. I though he would be able to open up Aditi. Read more »

Tantalizing Toppings Episode 1 by Saucy Kitten Stories [Succubus] [Rough] [M/F]

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Adam shoved his textbook away, sighing with frustration. Chemistry made zero sense to him, just like in high school. It was by far the worst of the sciences. Getting up, he turned on his computer to play a game until his dinner arrived.

About ten minutes later, his doorbell sounded just as his stomach growled. *Took them long enough,* he thought as he went to open the door. In the glow of his porch light stood a girl with waist-long fiery red hair. She wore a short black skirt, knee-high white stockings, and a white blouse. The buttons on her shirt strained against the size of her ample tits, which he could see were clearly covered in a skimpy black bra. An oversized green and red hoodie hung at her elbows. In her right hand, she held a green pizza box.

“You Adam?” she asked when he failed to speak.

“Y-yeah, that’s me.” Crap, was he still staring? He couldn’t tear his eyes from her chest. Read more »

[FM] Bringing your new bride to honeymoon in the country with some of the hottest men in the world is not that great of an idea.

Firstly, thanks to the creators of this subreddit for giving me a place I can share my sluttiness.

Me and my husband recently got married, we had a small ceremony with just close friends and family. Our money we saved would be spent traveling. So after our ceremony my husband surprises me with a trip to Italy. I was super excited, it’s been a childhood dream to visit Italy ever since I watched the Lizzie McGuire movie where she goes to Rome and finds romance.

So we get to Rome, and the sights are just amazing. The ancient Roman ruins, the nature, food, long sunsets, small shops, flowered balconies, it was just as I expected it to be, a Mediterranean fantasy… and the guys WOW, I mean I know it gets thrown around a lot, but there’s a reason why the phrase “tall, dark and handsome exists.” I could not keep my attention on my husband where it should have been. My eyes were stuck on hot guys everywhere I looked. It also doesn’t help with how flirty these guys are, I couldn’t leave my partners side for a second before a guy would try and get my number and say that he wanted to show me around. Read more »

Something Borrowed, Something New (FM, Cheating, Risky)

I watch the door close to the small but pretty boutique room, my mother leaving to give me some time alone before I start a new life with my fiance. Well, I say fiance, but in less than two hours he will be my husband and I his wife, and our new journey will have really begun.

Turning my head from the door, I look into the mirror that is edged with pretty lights and see my perfectly set golden hair that curls and falls down to my shoulders and the makeup that had been expertly applied by one of my bridesmaids when the day had barely begun. The whole morning had been manic and now it was like I was in the calm of the eye of the storm before chaos reigned once more.

I take a deep breath and feel my breasts heave slightly against the corset of my wedding gown. At least for now I can breathe, with the silk ribbon laying open on my bare back which will do it’s best to hide the tattoo that my future husband has made clear he’s not a fan of. Too late to regret that now though. Read more »

Something Borrowed, Something New (FM, Cheating, Risky)

I watch the door close to the small but pretty boutique room, my mother leaving to give me some time alone before I start a new life with my fiance. Well, I say fiance, but in less than two hours he will be my husband and I his wife, and our new journey will have really begun.

Turning my head from the door, I look into the mirror that is edged with pretty lights and see my perfectly set golden hair that curls and falls down to my shoulders and the makeup that had been expertly applied by one of my bridesmaids when the day had barely begun. The whole morning had been manic and now it was like I was in the calm of the eye of the storm before chaos reigned once more.

I take a deep breath and feel my breasts heave slightly against the corset of my wedding gown. At least for now I can breathe, with the silk ribbon laying open on my bare back which will do it’s best to hide the tattoo that my future husband has made clear he’s not a fan of. Too late to regret that now though. Read more »

Things I’ve [f] done because Daddy told me to

I have a penpal Daddy. We somehow matched on a dating app despite being thousands of miles apart and had already started chatting by the time we realized. I couldn’t tell you why but I instantly trusted him and it wasn’t long before he could get me to do pretty much anything (on video to send to him), including but not at all limited to:

– Finger myself to orgasm at work
– Take off my panties at work and keep them in my dress pocket the rest of the day
– Fondle my tits while telling him how much I want his cum dripping down them
– Slap my pussy while apologizing for being a dirty slut and begging him to teach me to be a good girl
– Use dildos to fuck my cunt and mouth at the same time
– Show off my new vibrating butt plug
– Rub my clit in an airplane bathroom
– Lay spread-eagle on the kitchen table of my Airbnb and finger myself while promising I’d find someone to fuck on my vacation and that I’d pretend it was him the whole time

Aeolian [mf]

We’re both minor scales, our initial notes climbing together in sweet harmony. But further on, the progression goes awry. The key changes; the staff begins to crumble. Eventually, the notes have nothing on which to rest, and the rests are nowhere to be found.

I find beauty in the broken staff. A half written song is better than silence. I’ll replay the parts I know until the record is ruined. I can dance alone; though, I’d prefer your hand at my waist, the other interlaced with mine. I yearn to feel that soft lead, perhaps even a stronger one, guiding me back and left and forward and right, until my world blurs and your face is center.

I hope our dance begins a second. Let the broken chords mark our steps from ballroom to bedroom. Here we can strip away those layers, letting skin meet skin. Our heat melts fingertips to hips. How I find the hollow of your throat or that bend between muscle below the shoulder, I’ll never know. Perhaps my familiarity arises from visual repetition, replaying images as often as our song. Read more »