Sleeping With The Enemy (Part VII)

I sat at the head of the long rectangular table which stretched across the lengths of the center of the dimly lit conference room. A single light hung overhead dutifully illuminating and shining its light upon the surface of the conference table.

My fingers drummed along the surface of the wooden desk.

“I’ve asked you all here because I plan to make my intentions known and ask for your blessings.” I began. My face was stern and my voice full of seriousness and purpose.

Several figures leaned forth, emerging from the shadows intently listening to every word of what I had to say.

This ‘Board Meeting’ was a meeting of the heads of our respective organizations. The organizations which dominated the criminal underworld. We called ourselves, the Chairmen of the Board of the Corporation.

To my immediate left was Curtis Draco, head of Draco Enterprises also known as the Draco Family. Draco and I had long history. During one of my first bids in incarceration decades ago, Draco and his crew looked out for me, helping me to grow new networks and expand my business. I knew I could count on him to stand loyally with any decisions that I made because he knew that I had thoroughly thought out any move before deciding to take decisive action.

Green unicorn in Vegas

This is my fantasy erotica story, I hope it’s okay to post here and I hope you like it, also wanting to meet up*

Robin Rumble has met a beautiful married couple in their early 30’s, Adam and Eva. 

Simply on Reddit.

Texting group chat and been on two casual dates. 

Starbucks for our third date, getting my fan favorite vanilla coffee frappuccino with raspberry syrup and blended blackberry and whipped cream.

Then an order for coffee with honey and a chia tea with brown sugar , his and her’s ;). 

After grabbing our drinks and going to a park bench,” Adam asks “after coffee, we threesome?” Eva smiles and orders the Uber.

“Here&Now?” I joked. They laughed, Eva kissed his cheek and said “I’ll ask the both of you later”.

Our three dates rule gave us time to break ice and aim for something WAY beyond a one night stand. More poetic justice than Shakespeare.

I’m no love guru or play thing, I’m a rainbow.

Simply colorful and rare. 

On our way to their home, they mentioned never having another partner in their relationship and explained how they’re both bisexual so a fling threesome is something they’ve done, #swinglife.

Groped,Betrayed, Blackmail, [NC], [Blackmail], PART 14

Earl let Vicki steer the boat back to the landing. It had been years since she had been sailing, but she picked up on it quickly. She felt proud of herself. She had never handled a craft this size before . At scout camp, all they had were small “sunfish” sail boats, strictly beginner crafts. After tying up, they showered at the outside shower on the dock, drying each other off with the provided towels. In spite of the situation, she found it an exhilarating feeling, being outside nude, with other people around and no one really noticing, except for the occasional admiring male. When she considered her body, she wondered why, but she had decided the guys were not, in fact, looking her over in disgust. As they rode back toward the resort, they passed a group of people playing horseshoes. Earl brought the cart to a screeching stop. “What a perfect sport to play naked,” he excitedly said. He took her by the hand and led her over to the pit. After explaining the rules, he handed her the set of horse shoes and had her take a turn. She didn’t come close to a ringer. Close may count in horseshoes, but she wasn’t even in the ballpark. She quickly suggested Earl stay and find some better players to join. She wanted some time to herself. To her surprise, he agreed, telling her to take the cart. She declined having never driven one before and besides it wasn’t much further to their room .
She walked alone down the path, naked as the day she was born. She was surprised to discover she wasn’t afraid, or self conscious about her nudity. She knew this whole thing was wrong, and she had been forced into it. She rationalized the way she felt by telling herself that. How many more days was it before she could return to her life, to her husband. How many more, or how few ?

Learning to Share – [Part 3]

Liz had made strides in the preparation for James’ upcoming party. All-in-all she was quite proud of herself, having planned her moves three steps ahead as she dealt her cards carefully. She had slowly crafted the ideal scenario over the past two weeks. The biggest problem was already taken care of: his parents. They always wanted to do something for his birthday, be it gifts or just inviting them out to a nice meal, which she still wanted to do… just a bit earlier, you know?

She had talked with his parents a week before and told them she had a special surprise for James’ birthday and had asked if they could celebrate it a week in advance, asking them to claim they would be out of town and wanted to celebrate it while they could. It had worked perfectly, they had had a fun night and now she wouldn’t have to worry about any interruptions for the night of the party.

Next thing to focus on was the guest list. She had made sure to invite just a select few men, some of James’ longtime and closest friends. Basically people she knew they could both trust, but also knew from James that they weren’t too innocent. They’d be sure to give James a good show while giving *her* a great time!  

Sicilian Seduction [MF]

I’ve been spending some time in Italy, got my own place, visiting old family friends in a small town. Everyday I wake up and walk to the town square, have some coffee and a bite before going for a swim. Today I get up a little late, having drunk a bit more than usual the night before, and for once there are people already laid out on my favorite slabs of stone. Except for one man with his girlfriend, I’m the only guy there (though gender isn’t dreadfully important to me. Can anyone without raging insecurities look in the mirror and say ‘I am a MAN’ without feeling silly?). Maybe a dozen women sunbathing, no one actually swimming.
I go to a higher rock than usual and stretch out, only realizing during downward dog that one of the girls on my right is not laying down anymore, but resting on her hands, and while we both wore sunglasses the angles of our face made it clear she’d been busted staring at me. She quickly looks away.
“Ciao” I say, stopping my stretch and sitting on the edge of my rock, legs dangling over hers.
“Ciao”, she smiles, “come va?”
“Sorry- I’ve just gotten here, not sure what that means.”
“Ah!” At my English her friends all perked up, all maybe 2-4 years younger than me. She had the strongest English of the lot, though charmingly unsure of herself, “We from this place. And where are… you from?”

A house party turned into a sex session for [M]yself and a [F]emale friend.

What’s better than a house party in your 30s? A house party with an 80s theme, that’s what! One of my female friends loves the 80s and since it was their birthday, she wanted her party to have an 80s theme.

Another of my closest friends offered to throw the party at her house, and that suited everyone just fine. This close friend, lets call her Josephine, is pretty much the core of our friends group. I think every group has one. They are that one person who bonds all the people together, and they are the one that you would probably pick to hang out with if you had to choose. They are the person that is the link to each and every other person in the group, and without them, your group would fall apart.

So the night of the party came around and we were meant to be dressed up in 80s garb and BYOB. I looked at my clothes in the closet and pulled out some flared jeans, a Hawaiian shirt, a baseball cap (put on backwards), and a pair of CAT boots.
I looked in the mirror, and thought to myself that it was more 90s, than 80s, but it’ll work. I stopped at a gas station on the way, grabbed a 24 case of Coors, and headed out to the party, looking to have a great time with my friends, get drunk and dance the night away.

Brother and sister end vacation with steamy anal action. SISTER’S FIRST ANAL FUCK

It had been a wild night, and morning, but with the coming of the sun, there also came the dread of facing up to what had just happened. I had fucked Alana, my own sister. I had cum on her face. We had pretended to be strangers, but the truth was never forgotten. These explicit details would stay in our memories for the rest of our lives, and I wasn’t sure we could handle it.

For my part, I had wanted this, even obsessed about it, for quite a while. And I knew Alana wanted this to some degree even before we got naked together. So separate, left to our own minds, we could survive this and move on, though to where was a mystery. Together, however, I didn’t know how we’d handle it. Our relationship with each other, which had always been the innocent brother/sister thing that everyone has, was permanently destroyed. How could we continue to see each other, both at work and at home, with the vivid memory of sex hanging over our heads?

Would it tear us apart, or bring us together?

My Transition from a Lady to Hypersexual Freak [Group]

I was a very sexually reserved lady until I hit my early to mid 30s. I was a virgin until 18 and my husband was only my second sexual partner. Around 32 years old I started masturbating thinking about kinky friskier sex. I started fantasizing about gang bangs, rape fantasies etc. I ask my husband to talk to me about my fantasies. His stories were very erotic, he had me having sex with an entire baseball team, football team etc. I loved his stories, they would always end with an awesome orgasm.

Most men hit their sexual peak in their late teens to early 20s, while women reach their sexual prime in their mid-30s to mid-40s. In most relationships it’s the man that asks for an open relationship. We were different, I wanted the multiple partners. Even though my husband is awesome it was very hard for me to ask him, it ended up being very easy because my husband already knew because the fantasies we would discuss. I told him I desperately wanted frisky sex with other men and I wanted to experience “different sizes” so my husband let me go find both. BTW “size does matter”, girth is more important than length! LOL! I also had a couple of men that were the size of a forearm, these were kinky but way overrated.

Christmas At Joe’s Place [Group Sex] [Girl on Girl] [Straight Sex] [Busty]

“I can’t believe you talked me into this!” I said as I tried to pull the top of my outfit.

Martha smiled. “The more you pull it up, the shorter it becomes at the bottom.”

I stood outside of her friend Joe’s house wearing the shortest Santa’s helper costume ever created, it was bright red and came down just past my ass, luckily, I wore black mesh stockings or my legs would be freezing. I went against her wishes of wearing high heels, I wore my thigh-high black boots instead.

“Mine is fine,” she laughed as she slammed the trunk to her car closed. She came around the car carrying the box of assorted liquor bottles.

“Well you don’t have frigging G cup boobs, trying to bust their way out of your top,” I said as I struggled to keep the top from dropping below my chest. “I should have said no to this ridiculous outfit!”

Martha hated when I brought up her small chest. She was barely a B cup and her suit didn’t look that flattering on her.

Sleeping with the Enemy (The Introduction)

To say that it all began like a scene from some mafia movie is an understatement…

The band stood on the stage of the club playing their signature big band sound. Varying patrons embraced the glitz and glam of the establishment. Women in cocktail dresses and fancy evening attire mingled amongst well dressed men in tuxedos. Laughter filled the air along with the sounds of the band and the beautiful woman who crooned a song of love and sorrow before the assembled mass of patrons. Waiters and waitresses glided through the rows of linen clad tables carrying beverages and exotically crafted dishes in a well orchestrated ballet. In the far corner of the club, she sat in silence.

I observed her from afar.

I leaned over to my associate and whispered something into his ear. He nodded in acknowledgement and turned his gaze to her as he rose to his feet and approached her table.

“The Boss will see you now.” He said.

She turned her attention to him and nodded as she shouldered her purse and followed him towards my table.