We had so much in common. We were both Army spouses. Both stay-at-home parents to little kids while working additional jobs from home. Both fairly new to the same little town with no family support or good friends nearby. And… both her husband and my wife were deployed overseas. I won’t explain how I first came to knock on her door that summer day, but I was completely unprepared for what was on the other side. She looked remarkably like [Holly Michaels](https://images7.alphacoders.com/629/629588.jpg) (SWF but striking). Same gorgeous face with the just biggest, most stunning brown eyes I’ve ever seen. Same full breasts. Same beautiful big ass. [NSFW](http://images.passionhdfan.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/11/passion-hd-holly-michaels-in-deep-cleaning11-1200×800.jpg) [NSFW](http://images.passionhdfan.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/11/passion-hd-holly-michaels-in-deep-cleaning3-1200×800.jpg) In fact, lets just call her Holly. I was attracted to her immediately, but stayed completely professional as she invited me in to talk. We soon discovered all that we had in common and chatted for a long time about army spouse lifestyle stuff. The subject of childcare came up and we lamented how tough it can be when you have little kids and absolutely no support system. As I was leaving, she offered to baby sit any time I needed. Maybe a bit dubious coming from a stranger, but we’d been talking for half an hour by then and had gotten to know each other a bit. Both of us being decently educated and well dressed, her house being well furnished and tidy, and the great conversation had all instilled a bit of faith that we were both good, normal people.
Tag: Fantasy
My New Kitten – [MF] [MDom]
We first met online, after you read an erotic story I wrote that you just couldn’t get out of your head. It was something about the tone it was written it, the subtle, yet forceful, dominance of the man in the story. It was so well written you wanted to know who was behind it… and when you did you weren’t disappointed.
Our relationship developed quickly enough. It didn’t take long for me to know who you really were, and it made your stomach alight with butterflies each time I spoke to you in such a way that reminded us both of your desire to be controlled… your desire to be owned. But not just the tied up and spanked type of owned – like truly and completely owned. I could tell almost from the start that you wanted to give yourself completely to the man who could see it in you and draw that side out of you.
I’ve had 5 partners in my life. Three of them were all in one crazy, slutty weekend on a houseboat. [MF][MF][MFM]
Hello guys, I just wanted to share this story that I was reminded of this weekend because of the Facebook “on this day” feature which featured some pics from the sexiest and craziest weekend of my life. I’m writing this from memories, so obviously direct quotes are kind of paraphrased and I did fill in a few details that were hazy. This story is long but good I promise. Go to “FRIDAY” if you just want action. I may have to split this into parts.
I’ll try to keep the background somewhat short. My name is Michelle, I’m 29 now and married. I’ve been married and settled down for a few years now. I met my husband in college and we’ve been together ever since except for a 6 month or so period right after college when we were both kind of “finding ourselves.”
I grew up in a mildly sheltered background. Nothing crazy, no religious fanatics or anything like that, but I had a small group of friends in the suburbs and didn’t even drink a beer until college. My future husband Brad met my group and fit in well. However, he had friends from high school that were wild. It was a bunch of frat boys and a few boys that were basically the types of girls frat boys like. We’d hang out with them from time to time but not real often because in general I didn’t party like them and neither did Brad anymore.
[FM] Some help in the garden. Masturbation and oral.
I [F35] love the summer. I just love the warmth of the sum bath my flesh in its embrace. Any opportunity I will be in the garden, laid out to absorb every possible ray of sunlight.
I am lucky that some of my garden is secluded enough for me to enjoy some naked bathing. It is delightful to feel the sun on my exposed breasts and the gentle breeze on my pussy lips plus no tan lines to spoil a summer outfit.
During the current heat wave I was enjoying a nude sunbath when I heard my neighbour pottering about in his garden. With a struggle he could probably get an obscured glimpse of me if he tried through the foliage of the hedge but he would have to know I was there to bother, and anyway I have often subtly flashed to him a few times in the past putting washing out with only a t shirt on.
He is a little older than me but reasonably fit for his age. I’ve fantasised about a threesome with him and his wife as she is very attractive for her age with a lovely full pair of breasts. She comes across however as quite straight laced and I am sure wouldn’t entertain such an idea and seams quite protective of her man despite him batting well above average.
[MF] [Outdoor] Best First Date
I’m 28 and newly divorced, technically still waiting on the court date, but separated from my ex who’s still seeing the coworker she cheated with earlier this year. We had a hard go of it because she was dealing with some very difficult personal issues, which affected our intimacy and day-to-day happiness. We were always in crisis mode, as if on a sinking ship that demanded we constantly shovel out buckets of water to try and float.
Moving on and moving back home have been very positive for me. I’ve had lots of good work, gotten to spend time with friends and family, and I feel genuinely happy and stable for the first time in years. …so of course I joined Tinder.
I was curious to see what dating was like these days, and to get an idea of who was out there. I swiped left and right for a few days, had some flirtations and a coffee date, but it didn’t add up to much.
Then I got a message from Lily, a girl I had super-liked. She was 21 but looked like someone from another time, a southern belle in summer dresses with striking green eyes and long, dark waves of hair. In one photo she was enjoying a popsicle, her taffy-coral lips embracing its icy tip.
[M][F] Your basic clichéd story about bad bets, ungrateful sisters, star port casinos, tentacle porn, and karma [Fantasy].
I’m not a bad guy. But I like gambling and Death-Ball and I’ve made a few bad wagers at the Tentacle-Porn-We-Will-Skull#@*$-You-To-Death-If-You-Don’t-Pay-Your-Debts All-Night Star Port Casino over the years.
Don’t look at me like that! My last big wager was a sure thing. I would have completely paid off my gambling debts. It’s not like I planned to sell my twenty-three-year old sister to one-eyed, tentacle aliens. When you put up your little sister as collateral on a sure-thing, it’s not even like you’re wagering her. The chance of Yivo the Undefeated choking to death on a peanut in the final Death-Ball match wasn’t a blip on the probability charts.
Let’s be honest though, what’s done is done. A man must live up to his obligations or he’s not much of a man. Am I right? I’m right. So, the thing is, they’re coming for my sister and while I’m no longer going to owe my soul to the casinos (thanks sis), I’m as broke as a non-Leonardo DiCaprio Dead Rabbit in civil war era New York City.
By the way, if you didn’t get that last reference, don’t worry. Not everyone can keep up with me when I get rolling. Like I said, though, what’s done is done.
The Hive [Any Orientation] [BDSM] [Fantasy]
You’re lying in your cage when the sprinklers turn on. You used to jump at the cold, but that was a long time ago.
The water stops. You open the door and crawl, dripping, out of your dog cage. The voice of the hive is in your ear. It demands that you assume the position. It is a good thing you’re already on your hands and knees.
You grovel from one corner to another with your head down and your buttocks waving. The hive commands and you sit. You kneel. You roll over, and you beg. The hive wants you limber. The hive wants you wide-awake.
The hive also wants to remind you of your place, but you already knew that.
After ten minutes of crawling and reviewing your slave positions you kneel in front of the dildo on the wall. As you take it in your mouth, your lips push it backward. There’s a click as a valve opens and you get your first drink of the day.
Greetings, Subject 19. Welcome to the Project. Since this is your eleventh session we can skip the usual briefing and trigger entrenchment.
Found my FWB with her ass in the air [MF]
After a long week of ups and downs, Friday came and found me pretty depressed. Having struggled with depression most of my life, I was used to coping. However, this time I was particularly down and frustrated.
My FWB (much more than a fuck buddy now, though between us we still use the term), was especially attentive to me leading into Friday. In completely friendly, supportive, platonic terms. We talked a lot by phone, grabbed a drink that did not lead to us fucking like mad. A very positive experience that got us talking about bigger things.
Then of course, Friday came. For some reason I hit my low that morning. I didn’t let it on to her; we barely spoke at all that morning. But I was in a weird state where I hadn’t had sex or any kind of release in four days. Normally I’d be bouncing off the walls at this point. Instead I was simultaneously horny and turned off at the idea of having sex. A weird place to be, for sure.
She invited me over for another drink that night, to continue our conversation and gauge how I was doing. I was eager to see her, in a very different sort of way from my usual longing for her. Evening came, I went home and freshened up (who knew what might happen when we were alone, right?) though I still wasn’t in the mood. I got there and she texted me she was still in the shower, but that she left her door unlocked. I made it through the house, saying hi to one roommate (she knows what we are, and she has her own night visitor), and headed to my girl’s room. Door was shut. I opened it.
The Adventures of Rina – Chapter 2 [Star Wars] [oral] [MF] [voy] [interspecies] [anal] [mf]
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### General Disclaimer ###
I don’t own Star Wars. George did and then he sold it to Mickey. I wasn’t involved in any of that. I have no rights at all to any Star Wars intellectual property. This story is either legal under parody laws or it violates Mickey’s IP and if that’s the case I have a message for Mickey: I don’t have money so suing me won’t do any good.
The following story is filled with graphic descriptions of sex. It is pornography. If you don’t want to read that or it is illegal for you to read porn in your jurisdiction then I’d suggest you stop reading now.
Virtually every single character in this story is a highly attractive bisexual with a high libido and no inhibitions to speak of and a willingness to hop into bed with just about anyone because it’s porn that’s the way porn is.
The Mad King’s Road: A Sexy Show For The Envoy [M/F, fantasy, oral, vaginal, voyeur, exhibitionism, romance]
THE STORY SO FAR: The busty young Dwarven woman Brunhilde and her new human husband Mathir have spent the better part of a year traveling by caravan from the Southern Continent to the North. Along the way, they befriend a handsome diplomat from the Kingdom of Raelen named Tobias.
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All twenty-two wagons with their seventy passengers, drivers, traders, and families, plus the twenty outriding guards and seventeen free riders attached to Ruckus’s Caravan, set out on the Mad King’s Road shortly after mid-morning. A drizzling rain started shortly afterward, following them along the broad stone-paved road for hours.
The Mad King’s Road was the longest, most durable, and most advanced road in all the known worlds. Legend had it that over eight hundred years before one of the first emperors of the Darlani Empire, Lantis II, ordered it to stretch from his capital city of Algren in the west to the port city of Havenmoor on the east coast, almost a continent’s span away. Then, becoming obsessed to the point of madness, he ordered the road extended south as well from Havenmoor, his vast army pushing forward to conquer and hold many strange lands in an ever thinning corridor so the road could be built. Lantis II spent ever increasing amounts of treasure and manpower on the road, thinking it would bring him some kind of immortality. But as he became older and his grip on the throne weakened, the construction of the road broke his kingdom’s coffers and the Darlani Empire fell into a savage civil war that lasted decades.