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My wife and I (early 30s) had a threesome with my beautiful coworker (25) which blossomed into the first polyamorous relationship for all three of us. [MFF]

I’ve never written on here and I may ramble so bear with me but I think this story is worth it. ( go to the ******* part to get straight to the dirty stuff). This is the story of how my wife and I met our now girlfriend and discovered the world of polyamory. I’m writing now because it’s just over a year since I first met my girlfriend.

My wife Jen and I have an incredible relationship. We are college sweet hearts, not each other’s firsts but each others lasts (until this story haha). We have been married for almost 5 years. We are both early 30s. She is a knock out– 5’8 with straight shoulder length blonde hair which she highlights, green/hazel eyes, long slender frame with a flat tummy and 34D boobs. I’m 6’0, short dark hair, blue eyes, muscular build with a relatively athletic frame.

She is the quintessential girl you take home to mama. Although we’ve always had a fun and kinky sex life, she is very down to earth and is pretty reserved publicly to the point where one of her best friends has even referred to her as the “vanilla friend” in their group. Read more »

f,f,M My Wet Lesbian Fantasy

Annie lay in bed waiting for her husband to join her. She knew he was going to want sex but she was not in the mood. When he entered the bed he started to run his hand from her shoulder down to her thigh. She settled in to the touching and turned towards him. She had been having a hard time getting off with him and this time was no different. Read more »

My secret fantasy with the white guy next door (18+) ?interracial

“Once you go black you’ll never go back”
I hate that cliche with every bone in my body. Back from what? What does black do? Why does everyone expect me to only take big black cock?

I’ve only ever been with black men so I guess I wouldn’t know if there was something that made it different from others. I’m a small girl. I stand barley 5’1 on a good day. I have big HEAVY 32DDD tits and poses what have been referred I as “dick sucking lips”.

Black men are fun but what really gets me wet at night is thinking about my neighbor and his creamy ivory skin glistening with sweet sweat as he explores the deep ness of my tight little love-slit . My mouth waters thinking about my big ghetto lips around his pink pulsating member. His jarring blue eyes staring and analyzing every inch of my caramel Cocoa skin. See his white hands tangle in my thick curly hair .

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I [25M] slept with my line manager [42F] so she’d keep me employed [FM]

So I’ve always wanted to write about the time when my line manager at work and I slept together. It was a few years ago and I’d spent about a year in my graduate role at the time.
I’ve always been attracted to women with ambitions, independent and driven; so I guess naturally this has led to a bit of a fetish for older women. I’ve moved on since and now work for a completely different
company so I’m a bit more comfortable writing about this now.

I was about a year in, as mentioned, and my team had a great year; we were up for a couple of awards at an industry awards event. I worked in the marketing team and my line manager was the Director of
UK Marketing, she reported straight into our international HQ in Paris. We lived in the same town, just one over from where we worked. We had a good working relationship, she wasn’t the most professional boss but
she was super friendly; incredibly helpful on a personal level and was well-liked by everyone. After being invited to the industry awards with the rest of the team, she suggested we meet at the station in our
shared town and travel to/from the event together. Of course, I figured it would be a good idea, I didn’t fancy the idea of travelling alone with no one to talk to; and I was nervous for my first industry event. Read more »

It is fun playing with stepmum / Continued (M/S)

My stepmum was always „mum“ to me, and I never knew any other. She was in my eyes, the perfect woman. Tall, slender, dark haired and gentle in every way. We used to have days, weeks, and months to ourselves, as dad was always gone on travel, and when he was home, his preference was at the here it is:

When I was a boy, my favorite comics were Conan the Barbarian and the Incredible Hulk. I liked them very much indeed, because they would inevitably save at least one lady in every comic, and they always were scantily clad, and likely over their shoulders, or in their arms. My fantasy developed as I saw these beautiful women carried like dolls by strong but gentle brutes, and I longed for the same.

One day, my mum and I were watching a movie together on the sofa as we ate popcorn. The movie was called “My Man Godfrey”. It was about a homeless chap who began working for a rich family. Read more »

Quarantine isolation has got me (F)antasizing about (M)y best friend…?. “FUCK, I’M SO HARD RN”

“Fuck, I’m so hard right now.”

That’s how it all started. He was clearly making a joke, but in that moment my mind began to wander, and I couldn’t help but imagine his slick cock sliding up and down the full length of my plump breasts. I involuntarily began to ask questions to myself about how I would feel if he inserted his fingers into my mouth without consent ot grabbed a feel of my inner thigh. And I imagined the nuanced sensations of having him bend me over the couch at his house, so that he could pull apart the layers of fabric that covered my bottom to reveal the treasure trove that is my wet pussy which resided inside. Read more »

Mom Son Sharing Bed [mom son] [forced]

This is my first posting in reddit and also my first time writing mom son fantasy. Let me warn you that some readers in other story site commented my English is bad. Well, English is not my first language and I was a bad student then. I hope you enjoy my fantasy!

I rushed to my son room, he was the only man in the house.

“Baby wake up… my baby wake up please… my baby boy… please wake up…”

I shook his shoulder stroke his face

“My baby… wake up… mommy is so scared. Wake up please baby….”

I realized I didn’t lock the room when I came in. I returned and lock the door.

“Mommm… is that you? Mom?”

“Yes… oh baby, yes its mommy…”

I rushed back to his bed.

“Oh god, my baby boy… god… mommy is scared.”

“What happened mom? What time is it now?” He opened his eyes but still unsure of what was happening around him.

He stared at my chest. I realised in the panic I picked the wrong nightie. I pulled the neckline to cover my exposed cleavage. Read more »

The time I [F21] told my ex-gf [F26] about my fantasy about another woman while fingering myself [FF]

Okay so another Lee story! This was the first time we spoke about something like this and it was super hot!

(Copy and pasted description of us from last post)

So my person, let’s call her Lee, is 5 years my senior, she is about a head taller than me, fit body, beautiful brownish golden locks (almost always in a bun), the most mesmerising eyes I’ve ever seen (greenish blue), maybe B cup breasts, light skinned and a really great libido. I’m kinda short, brown curly hair (not as long or beautiful as hers) , brown eyes, dark caramel skin, very thick, I have a big ass, D cup breast, thick thighs and my libido matches hers pretty well.

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As I said in the last post our relationship was kinda weird and complicated, and we weren’t actually dating so we would have conversations about people we found hot and stuff like that a lot. Read more »

The barista

7am the bus pulls up at the stop on time to the second. I look over to the main entrance, Starbucks is open, I can get my daily dose of a ‘pick me up’. I step inside and slowly look around. It’s too early and there’s barely anyone inside.

I see the barista, our eyes meet and as usual, I smile, his nearly black eyes looking at mine. “How are you?” I ask him, like every morning and he responds as usual. “I’m ready, to take your order.” He’s tall, his eyes so deeply dark, his smile cute, his hair a bit too short. Why does he not let it grow a little longer, use a little more gel?

Yes, some other men are looking at me as longing at I look at him. But I don’t care about them. All I care about is this dark-haired, tall and handsome barista. I would not be here if it was not for him.

Does he know that I will bite my lips not to say his name later tonight as I push my vibe up between my legs? Does he know that I think of him when I take a sliver of toothpaste and spread it in my wetness to increase the sensitivity of my skin when I dream of him? Read more »