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Remembering the fun of [M]y first University year
Recently found this sub, thoroughly enjoying it and find myself wanting to share some of my Uni fun, but without the wife knowing. So here we go…..
At 18 I left home for the first time and headed off to Uni. I’d had a couple of girl friends but nothing serious. I was 6’2” and relatively fit, spending most Sunday’s on the rugby pitch.
During freshers week I met a girl we’ll call Kate. We met on a night out, got chatting and after a few drinks and a dance, we headed back to hers. The sex was good, she had no inhibitions and new how to move her body. We spent much of the next few days in and out of each other’s beds between lectures and nights out.
It turned out she had broken up with her long term boyfriend to come to uni, and after a week of very regular sex, she confided she wasn’t wanting a relationship just now, reminding herself that she had broken up with her ex because she wanted to be free to enjoy Uni. We settled on an open relationship, to be reassessed after the first term. We were free to fuck whoever we wanted, but vowed to make time for each other 2-3 times a week. If it ended, then so be it. We’d always be there for a good session if the other one wanted it.
Reclaiming Her [mf][chastity][cuckolding]
By AsianHotWifesCuck
Originally Posted at:
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She flew back home to me after a five-day work retreat in Las Vegas. She told me it was a team building trip that her boss at the trucking company wanted all of the managers to attend. She was in charge of the company sales and marketing division, almost all of the other regional managers were men. While we were apart, she was unable to call or text me, her husband. She warned me that might happen since it was an electronics-free, team-building retreat for her work. Any outside phone calls were for emergencies only. I wondered if she missed me as much as I missed her, or was she kept too distracted by work to think of me?
The Ultimatum, Part 1 (A spanking story)
F/m spanking
She had me. There was nothing I could do. I had only been renting the room from her for six months, and I had been late on rent 3x. I couldn’t afford to lose the place. She knew it. That’s why Kristen gave me the ultimatum. She pulled out a wooden paddle from her nightstand drawer, placed it on top, and looked at me sternly.
“I just finished a 12 hour day at work, and I have zero patience left for you. You can take a paddling, or you can pack up your shit, and find a new place. What’ll it be?”
I stood frozen for a second, and then blurted out the next thing that came to mind. “Where did you get that thing???” I said, my voice starting to quiver.
“I used to teach high school in Florida. Sometimes you have buy your own supplies. Don’t change the subject. Am I evicting you, or am I spanking you?”
I could not believe this was happening. I should have known though. Neighbors told me that she was a little nuts, and my room price was suspiciously cheap.
“What…will it be!” she shouted impatiently.
A Walk in the Woods [MF]
“Hurry up! What’s taking you so long?”
Matt zipped up his backpack and shut the trunk to the car. He walked toward the trailhead, where Tara was practically vibrating with excitement.
“I swear, you’re worse about getting ready than most girls. It’s not like we’re climbing Everest here. It’s a four-mile hike.”
Tara poked at Matt’s backpack, which he had filled with snacks, sunscreen, extra water, a towel, and a first aid kit. Better to be over prepared than the other way around, right? He was about to make exactly that point aloud, when he realized Tara had already started walking down the trail.
Matt stood for a moment longer, admiring his friend’s tight little ass, which was just barely concealed by her shorts. Stopping suddenly, Tara turned around and grabbed the bottom of her tank top, lifting it up to reveal her almost comically undersized sports bra before quickly putting it back down.
“Come on already!”
Tara turned back to the trail, feigning impatience with a hand on her hip. Matt smiled to himself. It was going to be one of those kinds of days. He felt his dick suddenly shift in his shorts in anticipation of whatever his friend had cooked up.
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24 [m4f] Momo Yaoyorozu submits to Big White Cock.
You’re a smart girl, you know you need to have fitness to help your abilities, you have been enjoying yourself in the park jogging in your hero costume before the sports festival, you hear someone jogging behind you quickly approaching, you think nothing of it knowing they’re going to pass you by, until you feel a hard and cruel slap on your young firm yellow ass.
A tall handsome fit and toned foreigner casually jogs past you as if you meant nothing to him.
You freeze for a moment in shock before calling out to me blushing asking what the hell is wrong with me, a pervert slapping the ass of UA student in broad daylight like I am entitled to you, like you are an object.
At first you try your hardest to make me think you are repulsed when I tell you that it’s what all exotic rice whores are good for as I comment on your firm ass and abs slutty boobs and tight asian pussy as you blush noticing the size of the bulge in my pants.
The Princesses in the Tower – Chapter 3, Part 3 – Jenine [Maledom] [Male supremacy] [Humiliation][Noncon]]
**Jenine**
*I love the wool and my hands will weave skillfully.*
*I love the wool and my hands will weave skillfully.*
*I love the wool and my hands will weave skillfully.*
*I love the wool and my hands will weave skillfully.*
*I love the wool and my hands will weave skillfully.*
*I love the wool and my hands will weave skillfully.*
I hate metal chair and my hands used to convey meaningful revelations.
Detention closet has no window, it is airless, space so narrow they sweated cramming my ass, the murderous heat like in loathed sauna will drive the wooden cladding to combustion any minute, me writing 61th repetition of my line out of 200.
Yesterday evening this blasted Homemaking block was launched by us hurling laundry into washing machines and then we were harvesting vegetables, thankless task of obtaining chow for scroungers. Literally dirty job, as opposed to vigorously hanging washed stuff. We will took it down in the afternoon for ironing.
Unhung Heroes: Small Penis Appreciation
So how about the flip-side? Would I meet a guy with a small penis who is otherwise absolutely amazing in all ways? If it was entirely up to me, I would say yes. I would be more than happy to meet a guy over a drink or two and see if there’s any hot sexual chemistry between us to work with. If I can see myself having sex with him, then I’ll cross the small penis bridge when I get to it.However, in my relationship, my choice in sexual partner isn’t entirely up to me. Curiously, my boyfriend is the size queen in our partnership and prefers that we play with guys who are well endowed. For your information, my bf is very much straight and of average size in the penis department. It’s just that when it comes to watching me in the throes of passion with another man, he prefers seeing me impaled by a visually large member. Fair enough.As I mentioned before, I have had dreadful sex involving large penises. One of my earlier boyfriends was hung but completely oblivious to how big he was. He had no idea how to use his gift and since he thought oral sex was for ‘women you love’, I basically endured one minute of unsatisfactory penetration relying on five minutes of equally unsatisfying foreplay. Needless to say, I moved on. In retrospect, I would have preferred a short dicked guy who knew how to lick.Conversely, I’ve had gloriously good sex with just five inches of cock. Its owner was a confident man who I fell for the moment I met him. I didn’t even think he had a small penis and yes, I know that five inches is hardly tiny. However, in the world of swinging and recreational sex, men have to be fairly comfortable with their size so five inches is about the smallest you’ll see put out there for consumption.Speaking of which, I can’t say I’ve come across a micropenis in my travels but I understand most owners aren’t likely to parade their goods to the world unless they are into small penis humiliation which is a niche of its own. I’m too much of a nice person to get into that!So, in the name of taking the focus off ‘bigger is better’, here are some reasons why a small penis is a good penis:
Unwanted infidelity
This wasn’t the Ritz. It wasn’t even a four star hotel. Lightly faded beige carpet and an acrid smell of old cigarette smoke weren’t quite an aphrodisiac, and for a moment Rebecca felt ridiculous.
She knew she shouldn’t have been there, in this grubby little room in this grubby little B & B just off the motorway.
A slick of red lipstick, a spray of perfume, perfectly curled brunette hair tumbling around her shoulders. Yes, she knew she looked ready for him. But was she?
Rebecca adjusted her black lace bra. Her breasts protruded invitingly, begging to be explored. Matching panties skimmed her curvy hips and she felt an electrifying excitement at the prospect of him pulling them off her, finally, after all these months of dizzying attraction.
She sat on the bed, and waited. Silence cloaked her and she twisted her white gold wedding band nervously. She pushed her husband from her mind. She didn’t want thoughts of him here, in this room, on this night, with her lover.
Megan’s Slutty Adventures: The ex [anal] [cheating] [DP] [bukkake] [coercion]
Megan had to get out of that apartment. The new downtown place was so expensive yet so cramped, she just needed some air. So, she left to go to the gym and that’s where she bumped into Scott, her ex. She wondered what he was doing here, she didn’t know he lived in the area.
He treated her terribly compared to the guys she other guys she dated but she secretly craved his body since the break up. She had put all thoughts of him out of her head until she saw him at the front desk. Their small talk ended when Scott mentioned he had “something important he really needed to tell her” at his place. She was skeptical but curious, she told her husband she’d be gone for a while and left with Scott.
At his place, the bedroom was hot but familiar. She had never experienced anything like it. But it reminded her instantly of their frequent hook ups years ago. Scott loved telling her exactly what he wanted her to do. And the emotions she felt when she submitted to his will were very powerful. It was strange, but overwhelmingly erotic.