So last Thursday was a pretty long day at work, not to mention really hot. As soon as I returned home to my apartment all I wanted to do was throw on a bikini and go down to the community pool for a little dip so that’s exactly what I did. I put on a white and purple wrap halter two piece bikini and an oversized t-shirt over it. In my haste I decided not to tuck seeing as not many people ever use the pool. If you haven’t read any of my previous posts, I’m one of those short and tiny Asian girls at only 5’4 and weighing 110 lbs so my “package” is not much of a package at all. My plan was to drink a little bit of wine and relax at the pool and jacuzzi before coming back to my apartment to watch Netflix and sleep. My night went sorta like that…
Tag: Fantasy
Fucked the work experience girl last weekend [M35/F18]
This story has been around 2 months in the making, but the culmination of the story just happened last Saturday night. I’m a long-time reader of this subreddit, so I wanted to share this with you guys while the details are still fresh in my memory. This might be a long read, so thanks in advance for bearing with me.
A little background before I begin the story at hand: I’m a 35 year old guy (though people usually peg me at 27-29). I just split up with my wife of 9 years 2 months ago. I ended it for several reasons, chief among which was that she lost her sexual appetite and put on a bunch of weight, as well as personality differences. We haven’t had sex in 3-4 years, and the other fooling around we’ve done has been largely unsatisfying for either of us. I’ve always been a highly sexual person; I simply can’t get enough sex and I jerk off to porn daily as well. Anyway, after a year of trying to make it work for the sake of it, I decided that sex was simply too big a part of my identity to condemn myself to a sexless marriage for the rest of my life. We have no kids – which makes it a lot more straightforward – however we are still living together for the time being as we begin the process of separation.
Daphne wants to go for a swim [fmf][fmmmm]
Sitting by her hotel room window in San Francisco and looking out across the pool and toward the woods full of evergreens, Daphne tried hopelessly to clear her mind of the growing waves of longing she felt all over her body. She told herself she would gaze into the distance at the trees and count fifteen long breathes and, like the meditation tutorials all say to do, just focus on the sensation of her breath.
As she did this, her body flooded her consciousness with memories and fantasies that only seemed to exacerbate the longing and the urges she was trying to subdue. She reached a count of 9 breaths and then dropped her eyes toward the hotel pool. The water looked cool and inviting, and she imagined how good it would feel to swim right now. She decided that sitting still and meditating could wait, that her body needed to move and be active to settle these urges and feelings for a while, just until she finished her business trip and returned home in five days to her fiance Jason — then she could let them safely return.
“An Extended Invitation #1” [MF, Cuck]
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A couple of years back — this was when I was still in university — I had an affair with a woman twice my age. She was a hairdresser, named was Susan.
At the time, I very naively assumed that fucking a married woman behind her husband’s back would be without complications. *After all,* I reassured myself, *she has a powerful incentive to keep things discreet.*
I was wrong, of course. But I’m already starting to get ahead of myself.
It started online — as most extramarital affairs do now-a-days, I suppose. After a few weeks of exchanging messages back and forth, Susan finally found the courage to send a photo of herself to my inbox. Even now, I can still remember the lump I had in my throat when I saw the attachment icon next to her email.
I clicked on the file — titled: *as_requested.jpg* — then a few seconds later, the image of a blond, middle-aged woman appeared on my screen. *This is Susan,* I realized. *And she’s gorgeous…*
My first story! Enjoy :) The Ex. [Femdom, bondage, cuckold, dom/sub] [fiction]
They met one day while your wife was out. They began talking and decided to add each other on Facebook. You became concerned because you had a bad history with your ex. She was controlling and manipulative, and played mind games with you. Your wife insisted that she was very nice and wanted to keep talking with her. It is no secret that your wife wears the pants in the household, so you did not argue with her…but you were still nervous.
A few weeks went by and they were still chatting with one another. They would frequently go on coffee dates and get late night drinks together. Every time you asked your wife what happened while they were out together, she would give you short answers and change the subject. You also noticed that she put a password on her phone and laptop. What could she be trying to keep from you? Not only that, but you feel as though she has become distant. It can’t be a coincidence that since they have been talking, sex has become almost nonexistent.
Morning Sex in the Future [Mf][Oral]
The sun was rising, on what promised to be another hot South California day, when Alex awoke in his cozy bed with the usual morning hard-on. His wife, Genia, was still sleeping soundly, rather she was still unconscious from her nightly habit of pills and wine. He gently eased out of bed and put on a pair of sweat pants before leaving the room and making his way down stairs, through the kitchen and out the sliding glass door into the backyard and a gray early morning mist. He quickly walked to the far end of the pool heading for the Man Cave located in the converted pool house. Alex put a lot of work into the Man Cave installing a couch, a sixty inch screen, small kitchen and bathroom. It’s the place where Genia makes him stash all his ‘tasteless man junk’; a bean bag, antique movie posters, and the PacMan arcade game he restored himself. And best of all, it was home to Shelby.
Stolen Sacrifice 05: The Drunken Squire (MMF magic exhib)
The [Nine Sisters](https://tsade.com/nine-sisters/) universe has been around for over twenty years. I’ve run tabletop games on it, I’ve written computer games for it. Obviously, I’ve also written stories in there. A lot of little things went into it, but it’s a place that I’ve loved for a very long time.
The Drunken Squire is a running gag in the world. A long time ago, one of the women in my gaming group played a unicorn rider. She was chaste and a rather powerful paladin. Her unicorn, on the other hand, was anything but. A randy little bastard who would let his nightly fucking go through the telepathic connection to his chaste rider.
The way she got him to stop was to start staying at the The Buggered Unicorn. As mythical creatures went, this unicorn was rather homophobic so it worked. It wasn’t long before they asked for a Buggered Unicorn at every town they stopped in, it became a chain hotel in a fantasy world and a great choke.
What about the Drunken Squire. Well, the player’s husband started that chain to mess with her: “Behind every Buggered Unicorn is a Drunken Squire willing to keep going.” The Drunken Squire became a public house chain that built up next to every Buggered Unicorn, behind it whenever possible.
The Sorcerer and the Schoolgirl [MF, Mdom, fantasy, mind control, breeding, virgin]
**The Sorcerer and the Schoolgirl**
An innocent, rhyming fairytale… with mind control and breeding.
*Warning: Strong themes of mind control, male dominance, and breeding. If that’s not your thing, turn back now!*
Thoughts and comments are much appreciated.
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There once was a schoolgirl, Gabriella by name and not a month past eighteen, with hair of a golden blonde and eyes of bright green. Gabbi was a gorgeous girl, beautiful by every standard, always well-bathed, well-groomed, and clean. With a full, apple bottom and hefty, heaving breasts she was the girl of every boy’s dreams. But that’s all she ever was to them, for she had never bedded those boys, not once, despite all their plots and their schemes.
Gabbi was a bit of an airhead, yes, a bit bubbly, no doubt, but her heart was innocent and kind, and she was a generous girl, day in and day out. If passersby in the village needed directions, she was there. If a stranger looked ill or upset, she’d approach them and ask “How d’you fare?” And, of course, if a loved one was in need of affection, she’d put their arms around them, squeezing them in the hug of a sweet, little bear.
Double teaming a model on the rebound
Decided to write you all up about our most recent experience. It’s pretty early, been watching the new RE7 demo, so might as well give you guys something to read, for all the positive feedback.
This happen about two weeks ago, a week after the British MILF experience. It’s Friday night and am leaving the office, go get something to eat and pretty much be a homebody. I wanted to go see a midnight screening of a favorite film of mine but my friend flaked, so just stayed in and read, browsed online etc… Now usually by Friday night, I am tired as fuck and knocked out by 10pm. But I got a good amount of sleep and was pretty awake, it eventually hits 1am and I decide to rub one out, but not before at least attempting to get something off the old CL. I post, an old ad, and browse what kind of porn I’ll watch. I find a scene and begin, but for some weird reason, I decide to check my spam email, reason being, sometimes legit replies go to spam.
Dancing to the pull of his strings [M/f, STR, bdsm, dubcon, edging]
She shivered in the cold November air, but it wasn’t just the chill that dimpled her flesh and shortened her breath… it was the sheer insanity of her choice. She stalled for what seemed like forever, one leg hanging out of the driver side of her car, the option to get right back in and drive home tugging at the corner of her mind. The phone chiming in her hand nearly made her jump, as he always seemed to send these little messages of his in time with the doubts she had. Thumbing across the screen she gulped as the list of instructions followed, before pushing herself up out of the car and shutting it behind her. This was what she wanted, the call of that deep husky voice she’d had whispering in her ear throughout the week previous drawing her ever nearer.