Company Ink Part 2 (Cheating)

Company Ink Part 2 (Cheating)

After waking up the next morning, Amber thought it was strange that her fantasy drifted off to her coworker. She started to get a sense that she has wanted him for awhile, but never realized Allen was available. Her thoughts started to wander off thinking of what could be. Her thoughts started to plan out what she was going to do with her new fantasy. She made up her mind that she was going to act on it. Amber knew it was a bad idea, but she didn’t care. She got up and started getting ready for the morning. She decided she was going to act normal for right now and find out a little bit more about Allen.

She dressed in her usual conservative business attire, packed her stuff up and left for work. She arrived at work at her typical time. Nothing out of the ordinary. Started doing her daily work for a couple hours, eyeing the people walking by her open door, checking for Allen. Her office was right next to his, but she felt weird for going over there for no reason. She heard his words through some business conversations. They were both QA analysts for different departments so most of their work focused on checking over reports and preparing their findings at the weekly meeting. No news was always good news.

Company Ink Part 1 (Solo Female)

Company Ink Part 1

“This week is never going to end” she sighed to herself. It was only Wednesday. It was a chilly April night and Amber was just trying to get through the week. She laid back on her living room sofa, a glass of wine in one hand and her phone in the other. A singular motion on her phone, her thumb repeatedly swept back and forth. Her eyes scanned each and every profile, as if looking for excuses to deny each guy.

“Probably too into himself”, she thought, scrolling past another picture of six-pack abs. She snickered, shaking her head, as she passed up on a man who spent way too much time on his beard. She swiped away a few more men. Nature boys who will hike one time just to say they like the outdoors, fake cultured men who think one red wine is better than the next, weekend warriors who play with their guns, none of which seem any more real than the next.

My [F] afternoon on Omegle

My [F]un afternoon on omegle

Im a long time lurker, first time poster. Yes a new account because this experience made me do it (I normally lurk on my main) I’m on mobile so I apologize about formatting.

My workload today has been pretty slow. I ended up having a break in my work and decided that I needed to give my pussy some love, so I grabbed my vibrator (a satisfier pro 2- men- get one for your ladies I swear on it) and decided to scroll through this sub for a bit.

I forgot what inspired me, but I decided to hit up Omegle, which I haven’t done in years, because a story mentioned chatting on there. After a few rounds of duds I started getting into it with a master.

I’ve always wanted to be someone’s slut- all of my exes have been scared about anything rough in the bedroom and COVID has obviously not been kind to wild sluts.

We started lightly chatting about being horny and I mentioned that I had my vibe going already. He immediately caught on and started telling me what he’d do to me.

1st Story – Daddy/Spanking Fantasy – feedback invited!

You have been an extremely naughty girl. Disrespecting your elders and being very selfish. You are not too old to be punished. It’s time to teach you to respect and serve. When I tell you to do something, I expect it done with zero talkback. Loosing track of time in your room texting your friends, watching videos and playing games is no excuse.
 
Baby, get over here. I have no idea who taught you to be so selfish but I’m going to help you unlearn that right now!! Stop looking at me like that. Do you think I want to have to teach you how to respect your elders? Don’t you realize how frustrating this is. I thought you were listening when I spoke and watching me as I showed you the right way to be. Have you ever seen me disrespect my patents or anyone from their generation? Of course you haven’t, because I’m not selfish. I serve my elders because they have done so much for me. 
 
Now take off your shorts. Don’t you start crying now. I’ll give you something to cry about in a minute. You are being selfish again. This is going to hurt me a lot more than it’s going to hurt you. The pain of failed parenting is nothing compared to a spanking. You are not even going to feel this tomorrow, but the sting of your selfishness is going to live on in me for a very very very long time.
 
Baby, your shorts. NOW!! Stop stalling. That’s it. Oh my!!! Where are your panties? Good girls wear panties, right? Forget it, I’m not talking about this anymore. Get over here. Lay down across my lap. I really thought we wouldn’t have to do this again. But you have left me no choice.
 
Obviously, 10 wasn’t enough for you to learn anything about respect. Today, we are going to do 15. And you are going to count them. If I cannot hear you counting and saying clearly, “sir, I have been selfish, and I promise to change” then it doesn’t count.
 
Baby, this really hurts me. Your bum feels really soft. I don’t want to have to turn it red, but you are just not listening. 
 
When am I going to start? What, do you think you are in charge here? I’ll start when I feel like it!! I’m going to keep rubbing this pretty bum of yours as long as I please. Right now, you need to stop asking me questions and start thinking about why you are over my knee. I’m really worried you are not learning your lesson. I don’t want to have to teach you this again. We both know I take no pleasure in this. We both know how much this hurts me. As I rub my hand over your bum do you know what I’m thinking about. I’m thinking about what I could have done differently so that you wouldn’t have turned out to be so selfish.
 
SMACK.  
 
Don’t start crying now. What are you doing? Quit squirming so much. You are rubbing my shorts when you do that. Well, there you go not listening. I told you very clearly what you have to do. This is exactly why I don’t think you listen, and I don’t think you learn. Did you count? Did you remember what you are to say? Obviously not!! Baby, you know I love you, but this is really disappointing. Let’s try this again.
 
SMACK
 
That’s better. That’s right, one and it’s nice to hear that you know you have been selfish, and you promise to change. But promises are just empty words. You need to start showing me you respect me and are ready to serve me and my generation with respect. Baby, you really need to stop squirming. Your making this very uncomfortable for daddy.

[MMFFF] [FANTASY] Queen Scarlett Part 1

Queen Scarlett was, without a doubt, a beauty. As she had grown older she had caught the attention of the whole realm, half of whom wanted her hand in marriage. Her hair was long and fair, her face bright and beautiful. Her body, though often hidden in formal dresses when in public, was curvaceous and alluring. No dress could conceal the heave of her breasts, and many a young boy imagined them as they pleased themselves in private.

Obviously, as her father grew ill and old, the subject of her suitor was an important one. Many important lords and barons presented themselves or their sons as potential husbands, but none caught Scarlett’s eye. She remained unmarried when she ascended the throne aged just 21, though men continued to throw themselves at her.

Rumours swirled around the Queen like a tornado. Rumours that the Queen held wild parties, with drink flowing freely and festivities continuing for days on end were certainly true. The rumours about the Queen’s private parties where more dubious.

Although Queen Scarlett was unmarried, there were in fact a few lords who had caught her attention. One was Lord George Webb, whose muscular physique and handsome face had not gone unnoticed by the Queen. Another was Baron John Kilburne, whose face was mysterious, and whose hair was long and black.

[FM] Wife finally agreed to talk about her past

Hi all, sorry this post is so damn long, but I think this is important context for all future stories. Mostly because my wife has steadfastly refused to talk about certain aspects of her past with me. The reason for this is pretty straightforward, and a bit of a story itself. Basically, she used to be (before we met) a little heavy. Then, at around age 24, she did everything she could to get into great shape and turn herself into a total smokeshow. When we met, she was about 90% done with her transformation and looking really good. She somehow managed to maintain big tits on a now almost stick skinny frame (sadly no ass though). The result of this, though, is that she was now starting to get a ton of attention she had never really gotten before. After years of being very down on her self image, all of the attention from “hot” guys started to really get to her. We started dating basically as soon as we met. For about 6 months things were great. After that, however, she started to repeatedly give in to temptation, into all of the new attention she was getting, and she ended up cheating on me a number of times. We continued to date for a long while; however, her giving into temptation/manicness/general bad behavior was only increasing. She was drinking a ton and just generally making bad decisions. After about 2 years of dating, I found out about an affair she had been carrying on with someone who, at the time, I had considered one of my closest friends. At about the same time we had moved in together (the moving in together is what had precipitated the guy to finally come clean, because I guess he thought he loved her or something). At almost the exact same time, we found out she was pregnant. After a tumultuous several months, we had a paternity test and found out the baby was mine. We resolved to stay together, and there was an incredible change in her behavior. Getting pregnant had matured her immensely almost instantaneously. We worked hard at our relationship to get to a trusting, loving place. She quickly revealed herself to be an incredible mother and a devoted partner. On our son’s first birthday I proposed, a year later we were married. She has been nothing but good to me and has been an amazing partner.

Grinding until he came in his pants [MF]

My boyfriend and I have been together for about 10 months now, and moved in together around the six month mark. Ever since I moved in, it’s been ON. Sex every day, sometimes multiple times a day. We got so used to just being able to have sex all the time that when this past week it was off the table we were both incredibly frustrated.

One thing you should know about him is that he LOVES my ass. I mean spends multiple hours a day thinking about it, gets hard just thinking of me bending over, and when we spoon and I push up against him GAME OVER. I love to tease him and wear pajama shorts around the house constantly since we aren’t going anywhere because of coronavirus anyways. When we go out in public I wear leggings (partly because my pants don’t fit after quarantine lol) and it makes him so happy. So when I knew we couldn’t have sex this week, it made me even more determined to get him riled up. I wore shorter shorts for a few days, bent over unnecessarily, attracted attention to my butt more often than necessary and waited until he got too horny to be polite about it.

Yoga pants at the gym [MF] (Big ass fantasy daydream) (teasing) (massage)(assjob)(doggy)

Going to the gym is torture. I see that big round Latina ass in motion in front of me. She wears black leggings and a sporty hatler top. Her long dark hair is in a high ponytail that sways when she walks and gently brushes her hips.

The room is full of mirrors that I use to sneak a glance at her back with every opportunity. Seeing her exposed caramel colored back and perfectly sculpted legs and ass makes my mind go wild. I want it so badly. She works on it all the time to keep it plump and tone. As she looks over from her side of the room I push myself harder pushing my weights into the air to see if she looks at me. She does. My heart beats a little faster and my arousal makes me push my workout harder.

I want to see those curves in front of me. I fantasize about her going to the squat rack 20ft from my bench and bending down over and over and over flexing that juicy booty. I want her to get on the Stairmaster while I walk on the treadmill behind her as her buns sway up and down with each step.

My last night as a single man

Looking for a woman to write me a fiction from their point of view about my last night as a bachelor. Criteria as follows

I’m going on my bachelor party this weekend and I’m searching for a short term pen pal to help me play out the fantasy of my last night as a single man. I’d like to correspond with a woman who has more sexual experience and/or is older than myself. I am between the ages of 23-27. I am 6’2 245 llbs. I have had 10 sexual partners whom I’ve all considered to be much more attractive than myself. I’ve always been an over achiever.

Full disclosure I am trying this as a way to reconcile having one sexual partner for the rest of my life, I feel no urge to go out and seek a physical relationship outside of my current one. I just want to live out a fantasy through texts and possibly photos that I’ve been playing out in my head for the weeks leading up to my bachelor party.

The rest is for you to fill in the blanks your way…

How we started swinging – Part 3 (Emma has a spontaneous meet) [MF]

Hi everyone, thanks for the positive comments on the previous two stories. I’ve never written a story before so wasn’t sure how well they’d be received but I’ve enjoyed recalling the memories and loved hearing your thoughts on them. This one is about a spontaneous meet that Emma had at our house one night.

I mentioned in part two that Emma met up with Adam again after her first time being shared. Although we both enjoyed it Emma found it wasn’t as exciting with him the second time and he also started to get a little too attached, which we weren’t looking for at that time, so she decided to make that the last time with him and she looked for a new man to try. This took us back to the usual places to look for men. Like most men I’ve fantasised about seeing Emma take a large cock, she’s more of a girth than length girl and so she looked for someone with a thick cock this time, although his personality and understanding of our kink was more important than simply his cock alone. This led her to start talking to Dan.