The Secrets of the Alabaster Abbey pt. 3 [mfmfmf] [fiction] [fantasy]

Irbid is the name of the town nearest to the Alabaster Abbey in the Kalgan Pass, although if you asked one of the villagers they would deny it fiercely, pointing over the ridge to the neighboring town. However, Irbid is undeniably closer despite what the inhabitants may wish to believe. It is a small collection of squat wooden and stone-brick houses, solidly built to keep out winter winds, at the mouth of the valley pass. Surrounded by surprisingly rich fertile soil. this has sustained the village through difficult times, and many men travel to nearby villages and towns to trade the fruits of the harvest for other goods.

There is only one caravan that rolls into Irbid, however.

Without fail, when the summer harvest has reached its peak, and the sweat hangs low on the brows of those returning to their homes from the fields, a white-tented caravan trundles up the pass from the Alabaster Abbey.

[Group] I invited my best (m) friend to another sex night with my new exhibitionist friends (and Part 2)

All of us had some drinks and took a bit more of MDMA. We were all there, naked, barely speaking. I felt a bit weird for the first time: I looked down and I saw my soft dick and then I looked around and watched the girls, so beautiful. It was also weird to see my friend Joel so casually naked and then I watched Carlos for a while: his cock was massive, even without a boner.

Maybe during the filming of a porno movie the actors do exactly what we are doing now: hanging out calmly between scenes.

And then Nat said to Joel: “You are the new one tonight, you can ask for anything you want, a fantasy you always think about when you jerk off. You know we have a safe word, it’s totally fine”.

Joel said: “Well, I know it’s a cliché, but I’ve always wanted to watch two girls fucking, for real and not in a porno…”

Nat said: “OK, who do you have in mind?”. Joel said: “Vicky and Anna”.

They both looked at each other and smiled. I’m sure it wouldn’t be their first time together.

[MMF] Friends wife…

Once I was fully erect she rubbed her thumb around the head, smearing my lubrication around. She was staring at me with eyes that creamed for me to fuck her. I had always fantasized about doing so. Usually wanking off to a fantasy where John falls asleep, and she comes out to me. She gave it a few amazing strokes. She was a goddess at that moment.

The movie ended, and she asked John to go to the bedroom with her. I was excited for him. He was going to fuck. As I sat there I turned on some MMA replays. I felt like one fight, and they would be done/asleep. I would wank off like usual, and all would be well.

John emerged from the hall, and walked to a chair directly across from the couch. Their Livingroom was a large, L shaped couch, a chair in the opposite corner, all facing a big TV. John had a smile on his face. I could see he was semi-hard. As he sat, he raised his eyebrows at me, and smiled. “We have talked about this in depth. Our friendship is in no way in danger. We both want this. It is OK”

[Group] I invited my best (m) friend to another sex night with my new exhibitionist friends (Part 1)

So after quite a few incredible nights with my new really wild friend with benefits and her exhibitionist friends I had to tell all of these adventures to my best friend, Joel, I already had told him about her but now I told him about (nearly) all the wild things we had done.

He was absolutely amazed. “That’s like finding a unicorn, man!”, he said. “A really horny unicorn” I joked, and then I added “Nat says I can bring some friends next time”.

“Wow, man, really? I don’t know if I could… well, of course I want”.

“You don’t have to do anything you don’t like. If you just want to watch that’s fine, too. It’s a no-brainer, really”.

And of course he came next time.

This time we were just Anna (the girl with the big boobs), Carlos (the “very big” guy), the roommate Vicky, Nat, my friend Joel and me. Six is a nice number for an orgy and we were three girls and three guys (Carlos and I are bi and Joel straight, but he is very opened minded and if the MDMA doesn’t make him experiment it’s alright too).

My [Ff][group] experience at Skirt Club and what happened after.

Before I get into the main experience that I want to share, I need to give some background as to why I’m posting this here. I actually learned about Skirt Club for the first time from Reddit. Actually, to be more precise, it was my husband that read about it on here and he sent me the link, which prompted me to find out more about it.

This has been somewhat of a life changing experience and it makes me feel better to get it out here in typed form where I can read through it. I was not sure about the best subreddit to post this in, but given there is some more explicit things I would like to share, I think this is the best place. However, there is a lot more to my message and story than just sex, and I am hoping it will benefit others, both men and women in positive ways.

Snatched and raped, my CNC affair gets it’s start. [MF] Trigger Warning.

[Since I’m getting kind of inundated I guess](https://www.reddit.com/r/AskRedditAfterDark/comments/959wzx/whats_one_fantasy_of_yours_that_actually_happened/e3rigde/) I might as well share here. This happened years ago.

We met on CL. I was just looking for a sexting buddy. She hit me up, and we hit it off. That went on for about a month. I mentioned I had a dark side. She said she wanted to know what I meant. It was very 50 shades, before 50 shades existed.

She had tried finding guys to play this out with a couple of times. However, they just wanted to get their rocks off and leave. She wanted to be properly man handled, throated, choked out, and used. She sent me a picture that said, “I want you to violate, rape, and molest me. Force yourself on me”. To add fuel to the fire, she wrote it, r/whorelipstick style. At that point I knew this was going to actually be a thing.

She told me what time she felt most vulnerable. Working at a bar after closing, nothing unexpected in that arena really. Luckily for me, there was a Motel 6 around the corner. I booked a room. Then gave her a few days time frame of when it would go down. I didn’t want her husband to come looking for her, friends to expect her, etc… So, she came up with some built-in excuse. “We’re going to inventory sometime this week.” or some shit like that.

The Secrets of the Alabaster Abbey [fmf] [fiction] [fantasy]

The dark-cloaked traveler stumbles down the mountain pass, weary from exhaustion and uncertainty. Stumble coats his cheeks, hollow eyes stare out from above the scarf that is wrapped around his mouth and nose, warding off the cold. His fingers are numb, barely grasping the wooden rod that he slides into each snow drift and uses to push himself forward.

He collapses just shy of the gates of the Alabaster Abbey.

It is the youngest of the nuns who first spots him there, the unusually dark shape in their hidden valley. She calls to her sisters, and a sleigh is fetched.

It is a well known fact, especially among the sisters, that the best way to cure a man (or woman) of death of cold is to lie with them unclothed. Sharing of body heat slowly returns life to the sufferer, which is why when the man is bundled into a spare room in the Abbey, he is immediately stripped and slid under a pile of rabbit hides. His wet clothing is laid out by the fire, which is hurriedly stoked by two sisters. Another two, including the youngest, discard their white robes, slide under the hides, and press their smooth flesh to his.

[F] At 39 I cut loose on vacation…and that didn’t change when I got home….

***I’d been a good girl all my life. Just before 40, something snapped. I went wild. And I couldn’t stop. This is my fifth post about that time. Links to the others follow. It’s been a while, so obviously the dialog is probably not 100% accurate.***

Cutting loose on vacation is one thing. But after spending a promiscuous weekend at the beach the plan had always been to return to real life when I got back home. It was just supposed to be a few days of indulgence hundreds of miles from home. And then things could return to normal–working at the library and being a serious relationship, one-man woman. It was just going to be my secret. I didn’t plan on telling anyone.

At least that was the plan.

On Friday of the following week my best friend, Sky, called me up for drinks. We’d known each other since college.

[MM] My first Bisexual Experience

The first time I had any real encounter with the same sex was the summer of 2017. I had been single for a long time and had was living in my college’s small town and taking classes over the summer. This was a long dry spell for me probably like four or five months without sex and I was getting pretty anxious and just lacking companionship as well I think.

One day while probably jerking off too much I wandered into the subreddit r/totallystraight … After that, I had my first thoughts of actually thinking the male form as physically attractive to me. It became something that I could look at and appreciate in a new special way. So naturally, I looked up more stuff. Through this and looking at other LGBT subreddit I began to toy with the idea that I could be sexually attracted to both males and females. I still love the female form but now I also found that the male form was extremely sexually striking to me.

The king and queen of the skies [MF][fantasy]

“Just a few hundred meters more.” Mara noted to herself as she tossed the grappling hook up over the next branch and activated the small Brachydios slime powered motor to pull hers up the wire. Even with the small machine doing most of the heavy lifting she was still sore from the climb, and as she reached the next branch and pulled herself onto it she allowed herself a break. Mara reached into her pack and started snacking on a dry ration as she peaked down to where she had come from.

The island was splayed out over a full kilometer and a half below her, massive old trees looking like bits of broccoli from her vantage point. She pulled out her binoculars and scanned the world below for the small moving figures the islands massive denizens became from a vantage point this high up. Mara turned her binoculars upwards as she finished the ration and looked for the true aim of her expedition, the unique beings said to live in at the tip of the world’s tallest tree.