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Extramarital – Part 1 (prelude) [M/f] [bondage] [married] [mast] [setup] [no sex]

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*New account for my first attempt writing the kind of sexy stories that I enjoy reading – time will tell where it goes, or whether it goes anywhere at all. I have some ideas. I welcome feedback.*

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*This is fiction, please assume that everything I describe is between consenting adults.*

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*“Stay calm … focus on the sounds in the room …”* she silently repeated to herself, determined to keep the sound of her own pounding heartbeat – increasingly amplified by the vast of the snug, padded blindfold covering her closed eyes – from overtaking her remaining senses. *“Breathe in… breathe out…”* She continued to wait, fully exposed yet comfortable, steadily holding her position on her hands and knees, her bare torso resting on the purpose-built furniture that she’d seen for the first time when she arrived earlier.

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[MM] Snowed in. Ice Drifts

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It was a cold night when the guy showed up to buy a desk from a rental unit I was renovating. I had been up a while, painting and putting in new fixtures and was feeling pretty chatty. Before you know it I got down to it and offered him a line to sweeten the deal as he was on the fence about it.

An hour later I know all about his divorce and the stress he’s under and how he wished he could find a decent massage but all the women he’s gotten online are too weak and lack the stamina. I offered a chair and gave him a quick demonstration of the technique I’d been perfecting since I was a little kid with a dad who drove long hours and appreciated a good massage at the end of the day.

I suggested he let me give him the pro treatment and after another pair of lines we went next door to my home and he stretched out across the foot of my bed. By this point time is immaterial but I was working up a sweat and stepped out to change into a pair of gym shorts. I kept on working his neck, shoulders, back, even his arms and hands. He obviously worked hard and for 40, he had none of the classic dad bod creeping around the waist. Read more »

[F]ucking [M]y Barista

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Okay to preface this: I posted this 2 days ago and made a massive fuck up with my title, so I deleted that one! Here it is again.

When I met Josh, I was 17 and just about to graduate from high school. He worked at a coffee shop I frequented at that time, and we would talk for way longer than was probably allowed for employees to talk to customers. At the time of this story, I had long brown hair and a cute little body. My stomach was tight and I had a killer ass (still do). My tits were perky, too. I was thin and cute. I’m short and I have this really fiery personality, so fucking me is fun. ;)

Before I get into this story, let me say this: for me, this was a long play. Josh was 6 years my senior and knew my age. He was never explicitly flirty with me until I was a few months past 18. He was a great guy who I had my eye on for quite some time. Read more »

[F]inally Getting [H]im Alone

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When I met Josh, I was 17 and just about to graduate from high school. He worked at a coffee shop I frequented at that time, and we would talk for way longer than was probably allowed for employees to talk to customers. At the time of this story, I had long brown hair and a cute little body. My stomach was tight and I had a killer ass (still do). My tits were perky, too. I was thin and cute. I’m short and I have this really fiery personality, so fucking me is fun. ;)

Before I get into this story, let me say this: for me, this was a long play. Josh was 6 years my senior and knew my age. He was never explicitly flirty with me until I was a few months past 18. He was a great guy who I had my eye on for quite some time. Read more »

[MF] A friend stays a few nights after weeks of teasing

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The beginning of this whole ordeal starts about a month ago. I am just near 40 and she is in her early twenties. After taking a considerable amount of time from work, I had myself hanging around a lot of the local bars and clubs. Like normal in a small town area, you start to see the same people. These same people, as I found out later, were my neighbors.

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I spoke with “J” on several occasions, gave her rides to some of the better views in the area (we live in the mountains) and just in general taking photographs. We have a few drinks and talk, but there never was any flirting. Not even a little teasing. Until…

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There was a party at a house one night and the owner of this house has a well stocked bar and a rotating stripper pole in the middle of the room. You can already imagine where this is getting to. We all are aware of what potential this has for many naked shenanigans. This may be a small let down for you, but stick with me. All of the women that were there took their shirts off and wore only their bras. After about 6 glasses of Scotch, I found that “J” had walked up to me and taken my shirt off and my pants. She was already to the point of wandering around in her thong and bra..she kept trying to take it off but the other girls there were preventing her from doing it. Read more »

The first time I gave a massage [mff]

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My then partner and I woke up hungover on a Saturday morning. We had started drinking at like 130am after getting back from Blade Runner 2049 (I loved it; she hated it) and paid the price for our hubris. We’re not in college anymore.

So we woke up at like 1030. She had some volunteering to do– and did it drunk because she’s a champ– and I had some greasy food to eat so I could feel better. One Al Pastor burrito later, I’m back at her apartment, and she gets home. We go back to sleep for a few hours. Upon waking up for the second time, she complains that I’m not touching her enough. Which, to be fair, I probably never am. “Ok, how about I give you a massage?” She agrees and I ask, “With oil?” and she agrees to that, too. She didn’t have any coconut oil in the room, and I wasn’t walking an Entire Flight of Stairs to get it, so I made do with the body oil she had right there. Read more »

Mine

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She squirmed in the barstool. Her thoughts raised. Her hands trembled as she reached for her wine glass.

What was she doing? She wondered. Not for the first time. Not for the thousandth time. But here she was, as inevitably as water running downhill.

A man sat in the stool beside her. Her breath caught, heart threatening to burst from her chest. Was it . . .?

It was not. She deflated, with an ache only she could feel. The man smiled, noticing her gaze.

“Buy you a drink?” Too smooth for complete sentences, this one. She raised her wine glass at him, marveling to realize it was mostly empty.

“Why not?” The man smiled a little wider, eagerly flagging down the bartender for more.

“What do you do?” He turned to face her.

“I sit at the bar, and I wait.” She sat facing the bar still, her heart daring her to keep waiting.

“Waiting for a guy like me to buy you a drink?” She smirked at the way his words brought up butterflies in her stomach. The bad kind. The aching, longing kind.

“What kind of guy are you?” Read more »

The Red Lock Hostel – Complete [M+F] [anal] [humil] [cons nc] [fantasy]

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Note: Originally posted this in parts, save for the final chapter. For those of you who have already read parts 1-3, ** indicates the beginning of part 4. I decided to remove the separations entirely.
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The Red Lock Hostel just opened the weekend I came to Tucson. It’s located pretty out of the way from the main part of town, but still accessible by bus. The hostel took my breath away when I approached and saw it was a recently restored two-story Victorian mansion with a tower. Once checked-in, the Host put on a cheesy grin and informed me that the hostel was haunted and to please stay clear of the door to the tower, which I would recognize from the red lock fastened to it. As a mischievous grin spread across his pale face, he slipped me a piece of paper with his phone number on it and said, “Don’t hesitate to call if you need…assistance.” His eyes drifted downward, following my shape.

I blushed compulsively and felt blood rush to certain parts of my body in a way that was only natural. The primal reaction quickly returned to sensibility; I was of half a mind to take my business elsewhere, but I merely glowered and made a note to crucify the Host in my online review of the hostel. Read more »

Can’t be ignored – excerpt style erotica [MDom][Fsub][ignoring]

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My tongue runs over the rough material of your jeans. The look in my eyes as I gaze up at you are the complete image of need and want. God, I want you so bad! But you just continue to look over your work, the only indication that you sense my presence is when you tilt your head slightly and smile casually down at me, almost like you’re saying “yeah, sure, that sounds nice” without really having heard what was said. Your feigned disinterest sends confusing tingles to my clit. My thong is getting wetter as the minutes tick on to your feigned disinterest that seems to become more real. Are you really not interested? Being on the tip of spiraling is egging me on, wanting me to work harder, show better how much I need you, how much need your attention. My skin is prickling to feel your touch, my ears to hear your voice, but you just continue to look at the papers in your hand. Read more »

Sub Fashion Show[FF][impregnation][lingerie]

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Alexa and Charlotte had been enemies since they became submissive slaves to their shared Master, John. Recently, however, the two had been close and had decided to join forces to best serve their beloved Master. They had worked together to create the most memorable and erotic outfits and costumes for John and to help each other give him the most pleasure.

“Do you think he would prefer something more colourful tonight, or sensual black?” Alexa enquired, separating her outfits on the long metal rack that lined the left wall. Each of them had their own rack of outfits and a room divider to change their clothing and accessories in the far corners of the room.

“I say we pick out a few to try and get an idea of what he might be into tonight based on his mood this morning. You know, he seemed so hard and stiff, he may be in the mood to get out a little bit of aggression.” Charlotte stood naked in front of her clothing rack. Her blond hair was straightened and flowing down her back and she wore minimal makeup. Read more »