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The Cum Before the Storm [MF][Fantasy][Blowjob]

Cevisa was alone in a cold, dark room. Midnight hair tickled her back to spite the gloom. She had long since given up shivering, naked though she was. It was an unwelcoming waiting room, but the light of hope kept her spirits high.

The stone below burned against her knees. Above, applause and stampedes alternated with increasing intensity. More people were filing in and more people were cheering as the day drew to a close. For the final contenders, the crowd would be deafening. For him, they might start a riot.

But until he arrived, Cevisa was alone in the spartan cell. She would endure anything until then, but she conceded that the floor was harsh on her knees, her posture was uncomfortable for every other bone in her body, and the frequent breezes, well, she could do entirely without those.

Still, she knelt with her head bowed, huddling inward as much as she could while still maintaining the proper form. She should be on her knees, ready for her sacred duty when he arrived. To be overly excited or to show weakness to the weather would be unbecoming. Any small error on her part could jeopardize his performance. Read more »

Her Son’s Bully 2 (str8) (mF) [reluc] [huml]

The ride to Tony’s home had been a conflicted affair. One minute she would be thinking about Richard, what he would think if he found out–it would mean a divorce–maybe, and the next her stomach would be in knots thinking about her son Tommy finding out. This would be a story that would get around the school, his mom was a slut, it would be too juicy for the gossip to not get everywhere.

Yet she found herself swimming in anxiety and still turned on. She was awful, she knew it, but this whole situation had a way of leaving her horny beyond what she knew was possible. She felt her whole body was a sexual instrument for this young man to play, something she hadn’t even felt in her younger days, and something Richard had never inspired.

Her European car parked across the street from Tony’s. It was a long walk of shame across the street to that dark side of the suburbs where the losers lived. Wearing her work-out clothes might not a been a good idea, she had to have a good excuse for getting out, and as she bounced in her sneakers to the door she started thinking about leaving. She could just run, this whole experience could be forgotten and denied and she could go back to that quaint and boring family life she had built for herself. Read more »

Post-Shower sex with (now)wife [MF]

No means yes

This happened about a year before me(29) and my wife(30) were married, about 4 years ago. I’ve known she was the one for a long time, but the bedroom has been…boring. This moment we have both tried to recreate since. It’s been good, but hasn’t quite lived up to the first time…

Anyhow,
We shower often together on our days off, and sometimes it leads to sex, sometimes it doesn’t. That’s totally fine. I’m not one to force it but definitely one to push.

This particular day she knew it’d been a few days since we had sex last, and she didn’t seem to mind. I’m poking her in the bellybutton with my hard-on while we are in the shower and she was unresponsive. Playful as always, don’t get me wrong, but not interested in taking it further.

We got out of the shower and sat for awhile before we dried off completely. This 2-3-minute window is where I sensed that maybe she might be down for a little bit more. My intentions became more pointed and she coolly played me off as if I was just some random hornyboi. Read more »

[FM] We went to a sex club on Valentine’s Day

Been lurking for a bit and I finally built up the courage to share this story here.

Last Valentine’s Day, my partner and I decided to celebrate at a sex club. We were both a bit nervous about how it would go, but being together and communicating often helped calm the nerves.

Also weed.

As we walked into the club, I felt super self-conscious because I’d never dressed so scantily in public before. He was definitely more excited to be there than I was. There were so many young, beautiful couples who also thought this would be an awesome way to spend Valentine’s.

When we walked through the dance area, bar, and bedrooms, I whispered to my partner how insecure I was feeling. He turned to me looking dumbfounded. “What are you talking about? Guys have been looking you up and down since we got here.” He was right. Men were eye-fucking me. Women were eye-fucking me. In my lacy, black plunge bodysuit and stilettos, I walked taller and began to make eye contact. I could see in their eyes how, in that split-second, they imagined what they would do to me and what kinds of things I could do to them. I’d never felt so sexy in my life. Read more »

Fucking a school teacher silly while her best friend watched. Or: mountain vacation sex [MF] [F]

This was years ago, but always fresh in my mind. Shelly (32) was a middle school English teacher. Shoulder-length, straight, chestnut brown hair, rich brown eyes, olive skin with a tan, 5’5” and a set of DD’s that we’re her favorite feature (they were spectacular). Shelly and I (23 at the time) for about 4 months has one of those hit, passionate, raw relationships that they write about in coming of age novels. I, feeling like a king for being the young guy who landed the smokin’ hot older girl, her with a confidence boost for landing the younger guy, turned that summer upside down.

Shelly was living in Florida with a long-time boyfriend. After breaking up, she moved up to the coastal town I lived in to stay with her friend, who happened to be my best friend. We met casually at a bar one night when my band was playing; I thought she was gorgeous and loved her body, we chatted for a bit but that was that. I never really thought anything else about it until I saw her again at a 4th of July party. My friends and I went down to a party on the harbor and she met up with my best friend and joined us. We said hello but never really separated again for the rest of the night. Conversation was natural and fun, we set a date for later in the week. Read more »

Sixteen (ch 8-9)

Don’t miss the beginning! Ch 1-2: https://redd.it/830r3q

Ch 3: https://redd.it/838ha8

Ch 4-5: https://redd.it/83c7zo

Ch 6-7: https://redd.it/83ikqv

Chapter 8

Flowers

He hadn’t really touched her in over a week. She would be wondering if he had lost interest if it weren’t for the fresh flowers he gifted her every evening. It seemed as if every surface of the bedroom was covered in them. The first bouquet of red roses he brought were finally starting to wilt and die. She hoped his need for her wasn’t so short lived.

She had felt well enough to walk around the house several days ago, waiting until he left each morning to do so. She had padded through this entire house, been through every closed door. Explored to her heart’s content. Now her heart led her to gazing out her bedroom window, longing again for the dirt beneath her feet. The breeze blowing through her hair. The smell of flowers that weren’t destined to wilt away and die.

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[MF][D/s][Piss] Obedience is better than sacrifice.

I️ have to pee. I️ really have to pee, damn it. “He is going to be mad” I️ thought to myself. We were out at the state fair with gross port-a-potties. Damn it, why didn’t I️ go when he first asked me at the house? It is too late now,guess I️ will just have to deal with the consequences.

We are standing in line for the next ride, The Vomit Pusher. A ride we both said we wanted to ride as soon as went went through the gates. I️ look at the excitement in your eyes and feel bad because I️ know soon they will turn and you will be angry at me. I️ tug on your shirt and lean close to you. “Sir” I️ whisper. You face changes from the happy go lucky smile to a stern cold raised eyebrow and growl.

You know by which title I️ use what is wrong. We only use Sir and Mr outside in the world. When we are at home we use other filthy names. Sir is for discipline and correcting me. Mr is for teaching and rewarding me. Read more »