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Husband (f)inally unlocks the (m)agical doorway to a better world. There is hope for us all!

First time storyteller, but I'm too fucking excited not to share it all.

Background: my wife and I have been married for ten years this summer (after 3 years dating in college). I am an average build 6foot 32year old brown haired white guy; 175lbs and average fitness for a professional office worker. My wife is about 5'10, red head, elementary school teacher about 135lbs with a decent exercise routine and a hot mom body for having 3 kids.

I have been the more sexually adventurous one, always pushing the boundaries where I can, but for the most part being shamed back in my corner. My wife is very conservative and has always said she wants to "do sex differently", but for the most part that means more candles lit and a different section of the bed. My wife has NEVER seen porn (so of course it has been my duty to consume enough to fulfill both our quotas), gets mad at the mention of anything different than vanilla sex, hates sex toys (I tried), and well we can just sum it all up here by saying that she has never masterbated and refuses to even touch herself while we have sex. Read more »

[fm] A Growing Desire, Part 1

Typically, I post to Literotica. But I've decided to share a few stories here. Enjoy.

I kept having the same dream. Not that that's anything new. I'll have recurring dreams about losing my makeup, missing a flight, failing out of school. But I usually don't have these types of dreams. The ones where I wake up in the middle of the night feeling guilty, ashamed, and incredibly wet. Guilty because my boyfriend would be gently asleep next to me, unaware what filled my dreams. Ashamed because, well, I love sex. I love the way it feels when my boyfriend pushes deep inside of me, the way he touches me, kisses me, and whispers how much he loves me. I love it when he spanks me. I love it when he takes control of me. Read more »

The Ecstasy of Being Destroyed by The Girl You Love [MmF, anal, fdom, huml, nc, feminization, love]

Christie and Steven were two of my best friends. I eventually told Christie I couldn't come to the wedding because I was in love with her. We'd all met at an architecture program in Wisconsin. I ended up dropping out and becoming an accountant but not before we'd all had an incredible two years together. I was older because I'd spent some time out of school and then tried to go back. Anyway, that was four years ago. I'd just turned thirty two–they're both twenty six–and I felt like my life was over.

I thought I'd live some grand adventure. I always thought life would be like the movies. But I was just too soft, too lazy, to ever do anything remarkable. I wasn't a complete slob or vagrant. Nothing obvious. I would just sit around and collapse after a day of work. I'd binge watch TV instead of practicing some difficult art. I'd exhaust myself on pornography instead of exercising or chasing true love. As I went to talk to Christie, to shrug out of her wedding, I could see my whole life toiling out ahead of me, locked-in on a boring path all the way to the grave. Read more »

Asian MILF Booty Call [Str8, mF, anal, bukkake, oral]

I looked at my phone, impatiently awaiting for the Asian goddess herself to show up. Who would have imagined that the neighbor across the street was a horny stay at home mom in a dry marriage?

The doorbell rang.

I opened it up and see Mrs. Done wearing a very short white tennis mini skirt that looks like a coffee strainer on top of two medicine balls and a tight neon green polo that was obviously a few sizes too small. Mrs. Done was a MILF in her early thirties, standing 5'3'' with watermelon sized breasts, an ass the size of two medicine balls, black hair that went to her shoulders, and a very thick Chinese accent.

"I'm sorry were you waiting long?", Mrs. Done asked me.

"Oh, not at all", I say trying to pay attention to her, but am more interested in her massive titties stuffed into her shirt.

Mrs. Done snapped her fingers at me to try and bring me back to reality; unknowingly causing her breasts to jiggle. The jiggling was too much. The top buttons of her shirt popped off and her breasts ripped through the shirt; exposing that she was not wearing a bra. Instead of covering up, Mrs. Done did a playful squee and jiggles her shirt off. Read more »

LONE WOLF MCGAYED [MGAY] (Fiction)

Aarmaan keeled down upon his knees (good way to start a sex-story, no?). A string of tears ran down his face. His homosexuality has finally caught up with him and now he would pay the price for his preference, in a country where eight-year-old girls are often forced to marry moldy old men who are able to rape and beat them regularly with no worry of reproach. Why? It didn't matter. Bigotry knows no logic. All the members of 'The Exclusive Allah Fan-Club' knew was that he did not conform to the rules and regulations of Muslumism and he therefore had to be destroyed.

The executioner raised the sword above his head and Aarmann squeezed his eyes shut, anticipating the cold sting of sharpened metal to penetrate the back of his neck and slide down through cartilage and bone until his head became detached from his body (It's actually kinda gross when you think about it), but just then the unmistakable report of gunfire echoed through the hot, desert air. After a brief moment of stillness, curiosity finally got the better of Aarmaan and he opened his eyes to see what had happened. Read more »

I cheated on my husband last week, and I’m having a hard time feeling bad about it [m/f]

I do feel bad, but more so because I can't stop thinking about it…and how incredibly hot it was. That's why I'm posting. I feel like I need to try and re-live it a bit…see how it makes me feel and try to decide what to do going forward I'm a manager of a chain grocery store in a very small town in western Canada (3000ish people). My husband is a teacher in the same town. We've been together since high school, and I've never been with another guy before…with the exception of one time in university when I was kissed by a guy. We were studying together, I totally didn't see it coming and I didn't let it last very long…I was honest with my now husband about it, since it really wasn't my fault. He was still very upset with me, and I know he's had issues trusting me ever since then…he says I was naive to put myself in a situation alone with the other guy…that I "crossed a line".
I'm 29, and ever since I was a teenager, I was always on the slightly chubby side. Not fat by any means, not even really chubby, just never really in shape. About a year ago, I made the decision that I was going to change that, and really put a lot of effort into working out…and I think it's really been showing. My husband isn't exactly the most confident man in the world…I know he's proud of me, and I know he likes the changes I've made, but at the same time I can tell it makes him more insecure about himself, and worried that he won't be good enough. Honestly it's kind of a drag when I've been working so hard to feel good about myself and look good for him, and all he can worry about is how it will affect him. Anyways…enough background. Last week I had meetings and seminars all week at our headquarters in the capital city of my province (sorry, don't really want to say which one). We have them every year around this time, and it's always kind of a nice getaway for me to spend some time in the city. I'd been looking forward to spending some time shopping, so I went up a little early on Sunday. One thing about my new body is that it doesn't seem to be willing to give up by butt…well my boobs too, but that's hardly a problem :) My bum definitely got a lot more firm and round, but it definitely didn't shrink at all (if anything it got bigger!) I think I pull it off quite well though, so I decided to just embrace it…unfortunately, the area I live in doesn't exactly have a lot of selection for anything that would actually fit my proportions and look good. I found a couple stores at the mall that had an amazing selection of jeans and pants that hugged my butt perfectly! Seeing myself in the full length change room mirrors made me feel so good about myself…trying on clothes that showed off my body rather than trying to find ones that would hide it. I bought a really nice tight fitting black evening dress and strapless pushup bra to wear to a dinner they'd be taking us out to on Wednesday evening. I even ventured into Victoria's Secret for the first time in my life! Read more »

THE CARNAL CRAVINGS OF CONNIE KIEW [F] [STR] Fiction

This story is dedicated to Joe Hendra who’s untimely death has guaranteed us a zombie-apocalypse by there being no more room in hell, and to my mother whom will thankfully never read this, and by skittles, and with Jay Mathers as the Beaver…

Connie Kiew knew that she had finally found love.

Of course, she had told herself that many times before, but this time it was different. This was real. Granted, she had said that to herself many times before as well, but this time it was different. This time she meant it. OK, so she had also said that many times before too, but this time she knew that she meant it.

She didn't know, exactly, how she knew that what she was feeling was, indeed, true love. It just wasn't something that one can put into words which, for me, is pretty convenient.

Connie had always had a passionate love for white men, and on her five-year and two-week quest to find love, she had sampled a wide variety of Caucasian males in every size, shape and color, and just when it all seemed so hopeless, she had finally met her ivory prince at the ripe old age of 18. Read more »

[First time, M/M] I find the courage for some oral fun

^{This is a brief and true recount of my first M on M action from several years ago. I was around 20 and my "date" was a couple of years older. I'm bi, FWIW.}

There was always a curiosity in me, and a disregard for the privacy of female relatives’ underwear drawers; even as young as five or six there was a drive to try a few ‘forbidden’ things. It wasn’t that there was a desire to be a woman, but there was a tendency to swap gender roles occasionally. One night, after a few drinks at a function in another city then a flight home, I figured I needed to act.

I wanted to feel like a girl by finding an attractive young man to please. I wanted to suck cock, to feel what is was to have a full mouth and to be a plaything. I’d been looking at gay porn for a while, I’d even played around with some toys, though of course there’s no substitute for the warm throbbing member I’d seen and read about.

Boring business trip leads to awesome hookup with hotel employee [M/F]

First, please bear with me – I've never written an autobiographical story quite like this before, so I'm a little uncertain and feedback / criticism is welcome! Fair warning that my post ended up WAY longer than I expected – I probably went overboard explaining the circumstances where I met Abby, etc. It was just so much fun to relive this weekend! Also, names changed, blah blah, you know the drill.

(Feel free to jump to "<sexy stuff starts below>" if you aren't swept away with my poetic descriptions of the hotel check-in process)

I work in sales for a manufacturing supply company based in Southern California, so part of my job involves travel around the US to visit with partners, attend trade shows, etc. The events I'll write about here took place earlier this year – recently enough that they're still pretty fresh in my mind, but long enough ago that it's starting to feel a bit like a crazy dream.

Anyway. Read more »