Sorry it’s been a while since I last posted. Since the wedding, John and I have bought our own home finally. John was promoted from sous chef at his work to executive chef and now makes a very comfortable salary. Which has helped us build an even more comfortable home life. And since I’ve been a stay at home mom since COVID hit the world, it wasn’t easy finding time to maintain the lifestyle and the adaptations we made to keep after we started a family. But the bigger house and a better budget for child care has presented the opportunities to indulge with full force. So it’s an understatement to say I’ve been busy. But I missed posting here and sharing stories, especially since the wedding, John and I have once again changed the rules and expanded the dynamics of our sexual relationship. So I wanted to write something special in hopes to give everyone a chance to give a glimpse into and explore the full spectrum of just how kinky my marriage is. Instead of just one particular story, I want to explain the rules of our open relationship with a collection of both mine and John’s random and not so random acts of sluttiness, because trust me, he’s just as much of a whore as I am.
Tag: Humiliation
Remembering a private night with some friends. [FFMM] [non-fiction]
I’ve let myself use this site as a bit of a diary too many times. When I’m worked up enough and have so many emotions swirling around in my head, I love letting them out for all of you to see and freely judge. It’s extremely cathartic despite the guilt that comes along with it.
I’m always very open about what I’m feeling, but I do see myself trying to stick to the emotions instead of being more explicit. Even when trying to write original stories, I’ve focused so much more on the dialogue and what is going through their heads rather than pushing the story along to the real action. Even after all this time, I still feel a little embarrassed to dive into it so I figured forcing myself to share an experience in detail would be a bit of a new kind of rush for me..
During my college years, I took a little weekend trip with my best friend. She brought her future husband and I brought mine. We were all still exploring our sexualities at this point and went on the trip fully knowing we were going to have an interesting time.
[MF] I (21F) had sex with another man and my bf actually liked it
There’s a club that I often go to with my female friends when we have a girls night out. We usually try to stay away from guys and just enjoy each other’s company since all of us are in serious relationships and we just wanna have some girl time.
There was this one guy though that seemed like he was always there. WE had all noticed him since he was quite attractive. One time he came to our table and bought us all drinks. He was very kind and didn’t actually make any moves on any of us. We started talking and I asked him if he came often to this club. (As if I hadn’t noticed him before) He said he used to work here about 10 years ago and most of the staff are his friends. Now he works in an office but he visits the club quite often to hang out with his ex colleagues and he also often brought some of his knew colleagues to the club. I asked him how old he was since to me, being 21, 10 years ago seemed like forever ago. He was 36 and he used to work there while completing his master’s degree.
Desperate to orgasm [FM] [forced orgasm] [voyeur] [blurry consent]
She had never wanted to become a performer. In all honesty, the idea of being found out had long terrified her. In an age of influencers and self-broadcasting, she had remained a private young woman. Her demeanor was discreet; her beautiful curves were always hidden under flowy, long garments.
She was not virginal nor prudish. Quite the contrary. Her favorite pastimes included swallowing cum, watching porn that pushed her kink threshold, and doing Tinder hookups with men too old for her. Her brain was definitely full of filth. It’s just she felt that no one had to know about it. Her sweet appearance helped keep her secret.
How someone like her found herself in a place this sordid seemed beyond explanation. The building security guy did a double take. The secretary asked her where she was intending to visit. The guy behind the desk took a long look at her when she entered, trying to infer things before he started his intake interview.
“Hey there, thanks for coming by,” he said, extending his hand to her, almost formal. Her own grasp shivered as she accepted his handshake, her sight following the tattoos up his arm.
“Thank you…”
What a Son Wants – Part 06 [incest, mf, blind fold, gang bang, glory hole, humiliation, dubcon]
[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ushpqm/what_a_son_wants_part_01_mf_dubcon_incest/) – [Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/uttara/what_a_son_wants_part_02_mf_incest_oral_piv/) – [Part 3](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/uxmdua/what_a_son_wants_part_03_mf_incest_dubcon/) – [Part 4](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/v1uk39/what_a_son_wants_part_04_incest_dubcon_blackmail/) – [Part 5](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/v468rc/what_a_son_wants_part_05_incest_mf_dubcon/)
There was something urgent about the way he fucked her this morning – his hands, quickly, painfully exploring her body, squeezing and probing every orifice, every sloping valley of her legs and thighs; his lips, brushing first soft kisses against the swell of her breasts, then nipping the hard, budded nipples until she whimpered and whined and begged for him to stop; his breath, hard and ragged as he drew closer and closer to his climax.
Brandi knew what it was that spurred this urgency—the end of what he had come to enjoy, come to crave.
Her.
His fingers curled into her sex as his cock slammed into her ass, rocking her forward with each heavy thrust. The shower ran on full blast beside them, the thick steam flowing over the top of the stall, drifting lazily downwards to cover the frenzied fucking of mother and son. Brandi was losing herself, too, her son’s thumb insistently swirling around her clit, his fingers stroking her inner walls to tease her g-spot, until her heart raced and she felt the electric, building pressure that indicated another orgasm.
Looking for Trouble at the Office (M/F)(Dominance)(Semale Submission)(Office)
Lucy had been working at the office for a year when she started to hear the rumours. They were very hush-hush, involving a manager who had made certain advances on a secretary. Advantages of the sort which would have seen him quickly expelled from the company if not for his family’s wealth and position. Even so, he’d been busted down as far as they could send him and the secretary in question had gotten away with a fat pile of money on the promise to breathe not a word of it to anyone.
Somehow though, word had gotten out. No one seemed to know quite which manager it was, though there were always theories and many of the female workers started to walk more cautiously around their superiors. It was not a happy time, nor a place to let down your guard. In fact, for a normal person it would have been stressful and hellish.
But Lucy had always known that she wasn’t a normal person. Her first reaction upon hearing the rumour had not been horror or repulsion, but a guilty sense of desire. Her first thought hadn’t been sympathy for the poor secretary, but something rather more selfish.
[Scat, Femdom, M/F] Breaking Reality Ch. 4
PART 10: THE CLASS
I returned home with my car literally smelling like shit. I was in heaven. Felt like a smoker finally finding a cigarette after one month out, her waste was really becoming fuel to me.
The smell became so freaking strong. I still had her shit smeared on my face, and some bits were right on my nostrils. When I was a couple of blocks away, I received a text from Bia.
“Btw, Jarden, don’t clean your car for a week. I want you to drive to work everyday reminding yourself of where is your place. Underneath my asshole.’
‘Sure, Goddess, thank you’.
I was so afraid that the shit stains would stay forever in the seat, but that sounded like a order from my goddess and I wouldn’t disobey her.
I returned home, brushed my teeth and started to remember, while bathing, what just happened on that day. Not only I ate her shit, but straight from her little asshole. I kept going back to that moment, almost in slow-motion. The second when she firmly pulled her beautiful cotton grey dress up and pushed a stinking huge pile of shit right on my face. Bia, the angel of my school. Would anybody even believe me if I told this?
Pegged my BF at a party (femdom, pegging, humiliation, FMM)
I’ve (F28) been with my boyfriend Billy (M26) for six months. He’s pretty awesome in a lot of ways. He works out, and is beautifully built. He has a bit of a six-pack and fine strong arms. He’s fun to talk to, hang out with, go on road trips with. On the other hand he’s insecure. He’s always afraid I’ll break up with him, and he’s miserable when I fuck other guys (or girls even), which I do now and then. He’s desperate for any sexual attention I give him, which makes me feel like withholding affection. When I do choose to fuck him, I’ve gotten to the point where I always punish him, cause pain and humiliation. But he just wants more. I’ve become his torturer basically.
Anyway last weekend we went to a party at my ex’s house and I pulled something so mean and skanky that even I feel embarrassed. My ex, Dave, and his current girlfriend (Julie) were throwing the party. Dave broke up with me 2 years ago because I was slutting around too much for him (but he did invite me back for a threesome with Julie LOL). We’ve stayed friends and I’m even better friends with Julie. Since the threesome, Julie and I haven’t hooked up, but we talk about sex a lot. We were all in the kitchen talking and drinking. There was one other guy in the kitchen, Matt, who I happened to have a fling with almost 10 years ago when we were in college.
[TF/TG] On the Edge
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*Michael uses a spell to learn what it feels like to become a woman but he’s playing a dangerous game. If he cums he stays that way forever.*
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Michael shifted uncomfortably on the couch. He’d been imagining this meeting for weeks, ever since he tracked the witch down online and this…wasn’t what he was expecting. Rather than a wooden hut sequestered away in the woods he was sitting in a regular living room patterned in pastels with a ‘Live, Laugh, Love’ posted taking up much of the wall. If anything, the normalcy made him feel more uncomfortable and this so called ‘witch’ wasn’t helping.
She looked more like a yoga instructor than a bestower of magical spells. She wore tights and a tank top and had light brown hair that bounced on her sun-tanned shoulders. When he’d arrived, he’d assumed he’d gotten the address wrong until she gave her name.
“So,” Sally plopped herself down on the adjacent couch, “you want a spell to become a woman?”
Michael nodded and blushed deeply.
A Simple Decision Part 3 [M/f] [blackmail] [Mdom] [Fsub] [bdsm] [punishment] [cnc] [exhibitionism] [bondage]
*I’ll put links to the first two parts in the comments. Standard disclaimer that this is a work of fantasy – although I do certainly enjoy blackmail play with a consenting partner, this is a work of fiction and shouldn’t be taken as a model on how to do blackmail play. If you enjoy this and want to keep seeing where it goes, please let me know!*
You looked over at the bag sitting on the passenger seat of your car, filled with things the man who owned you had told you to buy. The handcuffs in there worried you the most, but all of the sex toys in their had their own way of provoking anxiety. But your blackmailer had so much compromising material on you now – things that could get you fired, get you socially ostracized, make your friends and family abandon you. When he told you to buy those things and drive to a particular park on the north end of the city, you knew you had no choice. Exposure was not an option.
Taking a deep breath, you put in your earpiece and started the phonecall with him, just as he had instructed.