All of us stood in the mail room, looking at various pieces of mail as our eyes would meet occasionally in child like stares. Our work may be in silence but that was not the story last night when we all met at the local bar Rubz. There is no certainty as to how this came to be but we found ourselves surrounding the object of our desire at the bar. His muscular athletic body drew us in like a drug invading our veins. Jack on one side and I sat on the other as I watched him rub his back. There was no objection from our desire, so I rubbed his bulge. He kept drinking beers as we caressed his body in total submission. Then he placed his beer glass on the counter and said,”lets go to my place.” Our hearts raced at the very thought of having our desire want us too.
Tag: Anal
Her first [MFM]
First post on hotwife: https://www.reddit.com/r/Hotwife/comments/5trob0/taking_the_plunge/
Second on hotwife: https://www.reddit.com/r/Hotwife/comments/5twyl3/taking_the_plunge_2/
Throughout the day leading up to the big moment, our anxiety was low. It was almost like nothing was happening until we actually arrived at the hotel, checked in and made our way to a local bar that we agreed to meet at for some small talk and ice breaking. On the way, I could sense her anxiety. I tried to loosen her up by touching and teasing her on the way and assuring her that everything would be fine.
He texted us as we pulled in to let us know that he would be running a bit late which only added to our anxiety – what if he didn’t show? All this anticipation just to be let down? We decided to head inside, get a table and have a drink while we waited. We were making small talk whens he looked toward the door and said, “That’s him. I’m so nervous.”
Sunday in the Bed with Ariel [MF]
I don’t know what I did in my prior life to deserve this summer. It’s been unforgettable. A year ago, I would have scoffed at the thought of me having two gorgeous women available to fuck whenever they pleased.
I was engaged, but that relationship ended. Am I entirely over her? No. But one of the many reasons we weren’t compatible was our difference in sex drives. Mine’s intense. Hers wasn’t. I fantasized about sharing her, I wanted to take risks – she wouldn’t entertain any of that. There’s been a lot of heartache since we split, but in the last six months I’ve embraced my sexuality and really set out to experience everything I’ve fantasized about and been missing out on. You can (and should) read about those adventures in my previous posts. And I won’t get into anymore of my background or description here, as I’ve covered it pretty extensively.
I have two FWBs right now – two gorgeous, smart, sensational women – and I don’t know how long my luck can last, but I’m totally at their mercy. I’m not necessarily their only partner either, and we’re all in the clear health-wise. Caitlin is one of those girls (The Eighth Wonder of Reddit), and Ariel is the second. This one’s about Ariel.
Deus ex Machina [MF]
This happened 7 years ago. I was in deep depression before it happened. My wife left me. My PhD research was going nowhere, stuck in the same place for years. No plan B. Nothing to live for. Not good.
My escape was going into online anonymous chat rooms and chatting up girls. On rare occasions, they were actually girls. On rarer occasions, I got to meet up and hook up. Even got some FWBs. Setting my standards very low helped. My only rule was unmarried and has a uterus. My other only rule was no falling in love and no getting into serious relationships.
One fateful night, I met a girl there. I thought she could be the one – the elusive hookup after just one convo. But she turned on me in the last minute and said she wanted more than one night. So one conversation turned into two, which turned into two months of online chatting, every night, all night.
Breath Of The Wild X Rated Part 2 Zelda’s Sex Lesson
Disclaimer: I do not own The Legend of Zelda franchise and do not own the characters of the Legend of Zelda series, they are owned by Nintendo. This story is entirely non-profit. Please support the official release.
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Note chapter this takes place before memory 6
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I find myself walking through the hot sand of the Gerudo Desert with my companions. Everyone but Link, Urbosa, Daruk, and I look like their about to drop dead from the heat and our long journey. Urbosa of course is right at home as she is from these lands. Link just doesn’t care, and I am just happy to finally feel accepted by the group as a whole. My thoughts are again brought back for what must have been the thousandth time to the night Link and I met on the river bank just over a week ago and I feel my body shudder slightly in pleasure from the memory.
[MFM] A threesome, Anal sex and a little bit of racial tension
I was in a relationship with a Pakistani man for a time. He was actually Pakistani, not British Pakistani, though he didn’t have British relatives.
He was attractive, intelligent, attentive, every time we went out he would try and make sure I had a good time, he was genuinely into culture and we’d go to theater movies art galleries, but always things he’d feel I’d enjoy.
He was demanding sexually, but in a kind of mature way, he was explicit about thing, and less coy than other men I’d been with. He’d take responsibility for things as well, say for example if he wanted anal sex, he’d point blank ask me for it, rather than trying to persuade me that I really wanted to do it. Also if I did something for him sexually, he’d actually appreciate it, rather than looking at me as if I was a slut afterwards.
Anyway he was also probably the most arrogant person I’ve ever really known. Part of that was justified because he was well educated, wealthy and successful. However every time he interacted with someone, that he felt was his inferior and didn’t act like it, he could get massively aggressive. He could be quite intimidating but he wasn’t a bully with it.
My Discipline – Part 8 [mmm/f] [Spanking] [Humiliation] [Butt Plugs]
It was Friday after school, and Rob and Dean were supposed to stay overnight. I was showing them my pink cheekies as was my routine the past several weeks. But instead of being told I can pull my jeans up, Dean asked “so Heather, if Tim can make you pull your jeans down or your shirt up, what else can he make you do?”. It was a setup. It was pretty obvious that Timmy already told Rob and Dean and they just wanted to hear me say it. I played along hoping it earned me more lenient treatment. I said “Timmy gets to decide what, if anything, I’m allowed to wear. I also have a selection of discipline butt plugs he may make me wear.” All three boys looked excited. Timmy said “Let’s start with you wearing just those underpants Heather”. I had a feeling I was in for a long evening, but with the authority given to Timmy, I had no choice. Who knows what mom would do if I disobeyed. Soon I was in nothing but my panties giving my younger brother’s friends their first look at real boobies.
Horny couple wants a younger man to join them [MMF]
*Names of people and places have been modified a bit for this story*
I’m a single guy, late 20s and I live in the NY area… I’ve always been really turned on by the idea of sex with an older couple. I’m bi and have wanted to be with a more mature man and woman at the same time. So, start a few months ago I began looking around online for a couple who wants to have a threesome. Maybe 3 weeks ago I found a posting on Craigslist “casual encounters” that said “Long Island couple seeks third for bi threesome”. I’d responded to a few of these already (with no success) but this posting seemed a bit more human and real. This couple was looking for someone to fuck both of them in the ass! Unusual request (at least in my brief experience looking) but I am open to that, so I answer the ad.
A few hours later a woman emails me back and wants to chat over text. I’m initially very skeptical (why not use CL email relay?) but after a few back and forths I give my phone number and we start texting.
Post marital sex [MF]
We grew up religious, and married as virgins. I adored her. She adored being adored. Still, we were incompatible, sexually and otherwise. She wanted a man who was alpha in the streets and tender loving in the sheets. Both the breadwinner and the floor sweeper (she was too much of a feminist to do housekeeping). I was the exact opposite. A shy nerd with academic dreams who got his ideas about sex from too much, too rough, porn.
Immature, entitled me thought that married life would at the very least start with a year long orgy of an all-you-can-eat, everything-you-want sex buffet, but all we managed were appetizers. I kept pushing for doing the things I saw in porn – spanking, oral, anal; but she was revolted and humiliated by the notion. Our sex life diminished.
Anal, specifically, became a big issue. I was obsessed with it, and felt she was giving me mixed messages about it – cooperating with some play, then angrily declining entry. She also agreed to try it twice, but we couldn’t get it in. So I kept trying and it became fodder for subsequent fights and justification for our disappearing sex life.
Peeping Country Retreat part 5 (MFf) [oral] [anal] [threesome]
Tom woke in the dark. He could hear crickets outside his dark blue window. Stumbling through the dark he found his way to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. The light nearly blinded him and made him squint his eyes as they adjusted.
*Oooh. I feel so weird. What did they do to me?* He thought as he rummaged for a snack.
Finding a gatorade in the fridge and a bag of beef jerky, feeling weakness in his legs, he sat on the bench on the front porch and looked at the moon, a waxing gibbous. It bathed the hills and trees in a faint blue. He listened to the creek gurgling. He drank the cool, sweet beverage and ate briefly. As his wits returned to him he began thinking about Ruby and Veronika. He thought about seeing them naked and wondered if they would do this every night.
*This trip rules… Why would they do that, though… Nothing better than seeing two hot young vixens pleasure me in the buff… How did I get here? What time is it?*