Me and my GF are both 30. We have good jobs and make a reasonable amount of money. We have been together for 5 years.
I love her very much. She is to be frank the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. She could easily be a model. She is many guys ideal woman and a certain 10/10. Whenever she goes out she gets hit on CONSTANTLY. Whether i’m there or not actually.
Me, not so much although I have no problem attracting women. I am above average (7/10) and take care of myself, but I couldn’t be a male model or anything.
Generally our relationship has been fantastic. Neither of us has been unfaithful and we are very much in love. I certainly love her very very much.
The last six or so months have been stressful however. Work has been into overdrive for both of us, and although we’ve made a reasonable amount of money towards buying our first house either of us getting home before 10pm has been very rare. Basically we’ve been exhausted and have neglected both sex and our relationship, although not for any other reason than time and being exhausted. My feelings haven’t altered one iota and neither have hers.
Fast forward to around 2.5 months ago when we were both invited to separate reunions with old friends across the country (neither of us are originally from the area we’re living in now). It was a great opportunity for both of us to blow off steam after working so hard and neglecting life for a few months, although we were both disappointed it wasn’t going to be with each other.
So we kissed, told each other how much we loved and will miss each other, and I went across the country to my hotel and she went to hers.
Lets just say, we had VERY different weekends.
Hers involved going to a party where in her words, the most good looking guy she has ever seen approached her. Apparently he was a friend of a friend of someone else at the party. She basically said every woman was getting wet just looking at him and she was just on a high that this guy approached her. She didn’t plan on anything, but everyone was drinking heavily and she ended up in bed with him……. FOR MOST OF THE WEEKEND.
When she came back she was the most loving attentive girlfriend you have ever seen. I was still too tired/exhausted for sex, but literally she was like a stepford wife in the weeks that followed. I stupidly just put it down to her missing me and loved that she loved me so much.
Fast forward again, she broke down and said she couldn’t cope with the lie anymore and told me everything. Prompted I’m sure by her finding out that morning that she’s pregnant. There is ZERO possibility of it being mine.
She is the most sorry and frightened woman you have ever seen. She even asked me to physically assault her because she is so angry and upset that she cheated on me. She will do ANYTHING I want to make things ok. It’s a bit scary actually. She is frightened and literally shaking at the prospect of me leaving her.
If i’m honest with myself I think most of the fear is about the baby. She is crying saying she can’t get rid of it and she is terrified of keeping it and raising it alone.
I was completely and utterly numb and heartbroken.
I said to her that before I go any further, I need the truth. Literally every second of what happened that weekend or I’m out the door. I knew this was a double edged sword and that the reality and cold facts could destroy me, but I’m one of these people who can’t not know.
The facts were horrifying and made me physically sick. I actually threw up. Basically my girlfriend was this guys personal porn star for the weekend. Some highlights:-
Tag: BDSM
Did I Make You Happy? [BDSM] [Mild Violence] [Short]
*Did I make you happy?*
She always asked this question servicing her master.
There was nothing she craved more then pleasing the man who owned her.
She was his doll. His plaything. His living, breathing piece of meat to use as he saw fit.
So regardless of if when he returned home, he’d gently caress her face, stroking his warm, loving hands over her soft, porcelain skin before sensually exploring every pore and crevice of her aching body with his hot, wet tongue . . .
. . .or if he would slap her in the face before tearing the clothes away from her milky flesh and violently abuse her holes until she was leaking his baby milk from every opening he had torn through . . .
. . . she would accept her masters desires relentlessly.
For the pain mattered not. The pleasure was merely a luxury. The true reward was hearing that word, being told, ‘Yes’.
‘Yes, you made me happy.’
‘You did such a good job.’
‘You’re such a good girl.’
These words were the keys to make her quiver.
My girlfriend [F] and I [M] have discovered our wild sides after three weeks of no sex!
She promised herself she’d go a month without cumming or making me cum to prove to herself that she has self control. It hasn’t been the easiest for us (mainly because we’re both super horny), but it’s been working. She’s always known she’s into BDSM stuff but she’s never really looked into it too much and never tried anything (we took each other’s virginity so we really were each other’s first sexual awakening). Basically she knew she wanted to be dominated, but didn’t know how to go about making that happen or if it would even be as good as she thought. So because we’ve been super horny with no way to release it, she has gotten much more in touch with her kinky side. This month for the first time she talked to me about choking her and binding her (just with my hands/body). I also have been paying more attention to her ass (grabbing and the like) and she talked to me about spanking. Of course, we’ve started doing all of this. It’s definitely been interesting and a whole new experience, but today took it to a new level. Today we basically discovered that she really doesn’t have any self-control as one thing led to another (with so much of her begging to be touched and fucked) until she was on top of me grinding her clit against my dick to get off. At this point I figured she knew she didn’t have any self-control, so I wasn’t gonna stop her (I already had had to several times). After she cums, she kind of calms down for a second on top of me (AC is broken and it’s hot!) and I feel something in me click. I grab her and pull her down so that she her stomach is near my left shoulder and her ass is pretty much on top of my stomach. She laughs excitedly about how I’m forcing her around (remember we’re just discovering this rougher stuff). I tell her how naughty she is for breaking a promise. She responds with “yeah?” or something like that and I say “yes you have” and start spanking her. I keep going. She starts to whimper and it turns into a moan. She’s getting louder. She puts her hand out to guard her ass and I move it out of the way. She’s begging me to stop (we have a safe word and she has not used it) and I just keep on going. I tell her every time she puts her hand out or begs I’ll hit her five more times. Eventually I stop, and she asks if we’re done. I ask if she thinks she’s learned her lesson or if she’s going to do it again. She looks into my eyes with pure innocence and says she’ll never do it again. I pause, and then I spank her. She yelps. I tell her I don’t believe her and spank her a couple more times. After that I tell her that I think she’s learned her lesson by now, but to remember what happens when she’s a bad girl.
Three Tinder dates in a single day while visiting Paris [MF] x3
Sooo this happened about a year and a half ago, which was sort of the golden age of Tinder, probably because they were still looking for users and hadn’t fully monetized the site, so I’d get a lot of matches any time I would go to a new city. I think they had an automatic boost whenever you changed locations, which made matching happen quickly and easily whenever I landed somewhere.
I changed my location to Paris and had been pre-swiping a bit in the days before my trip to see if I could set up some dates, although in honesty that never worked for ,e as well as I would hope. There’s something about the app that pretty much always works with momentum – so it’s sort of like chat lots, switch to WhatsApp, meet with as little delay as possible, and then whatever happens happens – and the bigger the gap between chat and meet, the higher risk of it not working out. But I did chat with one girl, Julie, who was clever and funny if a bit pudgy, and we set a date for Saturday afternoon of my arrival. We had a kind of ‘normal’ chat – a bit flirtatious, but no sexting or anything like that, although it seemed she was game.
Heather the Churchy Cunt [BDSM][MFf][Mdom][Humiliation][Submission][Love Story]
Heather the Churchy Cunt
^((Tom – English))
^((Heather – very English))
^((Tess – an American, abroad))
Tess and I had been seeing each other for a while. Things had been crazy from the start. We weren’t just lovesick idiots, we really were idiots. We were, and still are, throwing petrol on each other’s fire. After several months of playing wonderful, filthy, kinky games together Tess told me she wanted to take things deeper.
“Tarm?” She began and that was it, I was lost. She could be asking if I’d collect some shopping on the way home. Telling me she was making a cup of tea. Or explaining why she’d decapitated the 45th president of the United States. As soon as I hear “Tarm?” I fall into a reverie all my own. Tess told me she wanted to go deeper into submission. To submit further to my will. To experience a greater loss of control and increased humiliation. I think her exact words were “Tarm?”
“Yes, Tess.”
“You know I’ve always loved that fucked up shit. I want more. Please!” When it’s put so eloquently, what’s a chap to do?
[MF][Share] Curiosity Collared the Cat[Part 2]
Link for Part 1 can be found in the comments.
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“Sounds good. Let me pack my stuff real quick and I’ll be out with you” he said, as Elizabeth went outside his office.
Within a couple of minutes, he put away the papers he had been reading in his drawer, shut down his computer, and took his car keys with him. He was ready.
When he stepped out, he found Elizabeth waiting nearby
“Shall we?”
The walk to the coffee shop was a short one, and they didn’t talk much during that time. Once they had reached the shop and took a seat, Michael gave the order for the both of them
“So, where were we?”
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Elizabeth was a little surprised how suddenly he dove back into the conversation he had cut off. The coffee shop was sparsely populated and nobody was there to overhear. With the words *little girl* ringing in her ears, she was eager to get another hit of that pleasure.
“I think… I think you were telling me about your personality type, how you were dominant” she said calmly, diplomatically. As she spoke she adjusted her dress in her seat, and playfully stroked her hair.
Master’s Delight [MF] [BDSM] [BD] [Oral] [Fsub] [Mdom]
Authority was a tricky, but necessary component of life. Without authority, there could be no order. Without order, there could be no peace. That was the mantra that Erin Grant heard from her father since she was a child. Being an officer in the United States Marine Corp and an advocate of capable authority figures, he’d taught her and her three younger brothers the value of respecting authority.
However, as she grew into a beautiful young woman with a promising career in online marketing, Erin learned that most people didn’t appreciate authority. If anything, they went out of their way to fight it.
“Seriously, Brandy, you need to stand your ground on this. If Jay won’t set a deadline, you need to give him an ultimatum.”
“You have a short memory, Marla. My sister tried that with her now ex-fiancé last year. Weren’t you with her when she threw her suitcase out on the front lawn?”
“This is different! Jay is your co-worker, not your squeeze. You got to make clear that his authority ends where your duties begin.”
“Says the woman who’s been bossing around her boss for the past two years, which I’m sure shows up on every paycheck.”
[MF] 002: Betsy – Oral sex in the Empire State Building (Vanilla, Oral)
**Myself: Brian, 26 at the time. Her: Betsy, 26 at the time.**
“I know where we can meet.” She said, inside of AOL instant messenger.
“Where?” I replied.
There was no way she was coming to my place. She wasn’t single so her place was out as well.
“I have the keys to my company’s old office space in the Empire State Building.”
I had met Betsy in a random chat room on AIM. It was 2000 and that was a pretty common thing. We quickly relaxed we were both in New York City and had been chatting for a few weeks, random things, some cybersex and trying to figure out if we should actually meet. She had access to a digital camera and had sent me her picture. I wouldn’t say she was unattractive, hut she wasn’t my type. Soft, corn-fed midwestern blond girl is the best way to describe her. More curvy than BBW, very pale skin, giant boobns and as blond hair as you get get. Someone out there would have been totally into her physically but not me. But she was into me, I enjoyed our flirting and she was very good at cybersex. That was enough back then.
Confessions of a MILF Slut – Part 1 – Dinner with the Boss [FFMM][BDSM][MILF][anal][deepthroat]
I was fifteen minutes late for the company meeting. The morning had been a horrible one and it was a miracle that I had made it to the office at all. When I stepped into the conference room everyone else was already there. Up by the whiteboard was a guy I had not seen before. He turned around as I entered. He was about 35 and must have been at least 6’ and had light brown hair.
“Welcome”, he said as I stepped inside with a voice that implied that coming late to his meetings was not something that he appreciated.
I could feel my cheeks blossoming when the whole room turned to look at me. I quickly found a chair at the back next to Sofia from finance.
“To make sure that even the late-comers are up to date. I have taken over after George who has left the company for personal reasons. My name is Johan and I am 36 years old and have previously worked as a general manager for your main competitor, that I will not name by name, but you all know what they’re named. Both to their faces and their backs.”
First night with my dom [FM] [BDSM]
After many years of fantasizing about a being a sub in a dom/sub relationship not too long ago I finally made it happen and it’s a shame I didn’t dive in earlier. So I thought I’d tell y’all about my first night with my new dom. Enjoy!
Being new to this lifestyle I was a bit nervous (and also very excited) to meet him but we had been messaging a lot and he seemed to want to do the things to me that I wanted to be done so I said fuck it. I wore my favorite lingerie (a lacy black teddy), a tight and sexy but still fairly modest grey dress, black lacy thigh high stockings, and of course my black thigh high high-heeled boots. We’d agreed to meet for drinks to chat, but he made it very clear that was the only expectation; we wouldn’t necessarily do anything else. I’m not sure if that was to ease any worry in case I felt uncomfortable or to plant the seed that even if I really wanted to play he might still say no— it was up to him, he was in control.