Advent Kinkendar: December 3rd

Well I didn’t spend the night in the suspension; apparently that wouldn’t be safe haha. But it was pretty late (or maybe early) when they finally finished fucking upstairs and came to let me down. But not before he fucked me, left a load in my pussy, and used my mouth to “clean off”. I lay in bed last night feeling and admiring the marks from the rope and knots; I can still feel where some of them dug in and I love it.

We had a similar wake up to yesterday this morning, Mistress fondling us awake. This time she had some precum that the boy leaked to feed me while he sucked my pussy from her fingers. His cock seems to be permanently straining against the cage; it definitely looks painful; but he still looks like he is enjoying himself, and still stares at both of our bodies all the time.

Our boxes matched this morning, and so did the contents. Under the wrapping the box looked like a very wide jewelry box – that velvet fabric covering you get on them; but it was too heavy. We opened them up to find a set of three different sized plugs; each with a large purple gem in the flared base, all made from highly polished steel.

Just Imagine (reader’s POV) (MFF)

Close your eyes and imagine my girlfriend and I taking you. I carry you and throw you onto the bed. She climbs onto the bed with you. She’s planting soft kisses on your body. She starts below your ear, then down your neck, and softly along your collarbone.

Imagine me watching while she gently kisses and teases you. She traces your curves with her hands, while each kiss sends mini shockwaves at the touch of her supple lips.

Now I climb onto the bed with you two. She runs her fingers through your hair and whispers into you ear. Her voices sends chills down your neck, while her words sends promises of lust through your body. Meanwhile, I map out your body and slide your clothes off.

Imagine our touches. Her touches soft and seductive. My touches rougher, desirous. Your head starts to spin while her kisses find your lips. Mine work their way toward your hips. I pause at your breasts. My tongue very deliberately circles each nipple, wettening and slightly sucking. She asks you if you want more touches and more kisses and more licks. You want to speak, to say yes. But all you get out is a loud moan.

Cuckold: The Reluctant Performer

Bobby and I have been married for almost 23 years, (since we graduated from High School), and have enjoyed a monogamous relationship for most of that time. I’m 40 now, and decided to sit down and document our sexual adventures over the past five years. Up until our “adventures,” I’d only been sexual with Bobby, although I have been known to flirt once in a while! I’m a natural blond, now going slightly brown, 5′ 9″ tall, and Bobby’s favorite aspect of my body is my 40″ D chest… no augmentation here, thank you very much! We’re both in pretty good shape, and enjoy tennis and swimming as our hard exercise sports. As a matter of fact, it was after a day of swimming at the beach that our first “adventure” actually began, but more on that later. I still enjoy wearing bikinis, and Bobby’s always teased me about sunbathing in the nude, where someone might “catch” me and see all of me. I’ve always been rather reserved about showing off my body, but Bobby, over the years, seemed interested in providing him with voyeur-like circumstances. Years ago I fell asleep on our couch when he came over with a close friend of his. I was in my nightgown and a cotton robe, so nothing was “showing.” They made a little noise coming in, and I (for whatever reason) pretended to still be asleep. Bobby came into the living room, while Skip went to use the bathroom. Bobby thought I was out (I am usually a heavy sleeper), and chuckled. He looked towards the hall where the bathroom was located and leaned over and kissed me lightly on the lips. I moved just a bit… enough so that he could see down the robe to the top of my breasts. He sneaked a look again towards the hall, then reached over and arranged the robe and top of the nightgown so that just a curve of my left (dark brown) aureola showed. Skip came into the room, and Bobby asked him to keep quiet, as I’d apparently fallen asleep on the couch. …[more](https://www.raccontierotix.it/post/cuckold-the-reluctant-performer)

Harry Potter and the Spellbook of Desires Chapter Thirty-Three – Seeing Double

Disclaimer: The original story is on sexstories.com and is by an author named Avatrek but they have been inactive for 11 years, thought I’d repost so someone else can appreciate it.

Disclaimer: This story does not reflect the attitudes or characters in the Harry Potter series, nor does it have any affiliation with its author.

Story Codes: mmff, exhib, hp, grope, inc, magic, mc, spank, voy

Waste/Want 2 [monster] [incubus] [gentle mdom] [exile] [new beginnings] [no sex in this chapter] [ongoing story] [story chapter] [M/F]

*For the first part of this story, please* [look here](https://www.reddit.com/user/katherinesummers/comments/c8buv0/content_masterpost/)

Sora woke in a vast four poster bed among an ocean of silk and pillows. With no way to know what time it was, she only sank deeper into the sheets, hiding from the outside world, from everyone else, from the events of the previous night. She felt loose and warm, her body aching in that pleasurable well-worked way usually following a day of hard but satisfying labour. Under the sheets, protected from the cool air in a cocoon, she ran her fingers over her naked body, touching her breasts, her legs, her sex. Nothing seemed to have changed. The incubus, Waste – or Want – had left no marks on her, no indication that he had rendered her forever different. The only difference was her knowing; a small, burning secret in her core.

Picture This

“Hmm, blue,” Jen said. Tiff hands her a spray can. Jen sprays it but red paint 

comes out. “You jerk” she laughs, throwing the cap at Tiff “Monkey’s paw rules, bitch.” Tiff responds, pointing at her hoodie with the popular band, Orangutanz, logo. Jen facepalms and says “I hope you’re proud of yourself,” “Indeed,” They share a laugh and continue painting on the walls of an abandoned factory. The end result was a mural of a hooded figure standing on a pile of mangled corpses with the blood of their entrails forming into a scythe with a text at the bottom reading: “Join the family!” With the hooded figure gesturing anyone unfortunate to look in that direction to come to it. “Perfect,” Jen said in approval as she and Tiff gawk at their work. “Just needs a few finishing touches to bring it home a-” 

“STOP RIGHT THERE!” a demanding voice echoed through the tunnel. Jen and Tiff dart their gaze towards the source. They see a policeman dashing towards them with everything he was worth. “GO GO GO GO!!!” Jen orders as Tiff drops her spray can, while Jen holds onto hers.

My Sister Lizzy Part 8 [M18] [F21] [MF] [MM] [FF] [BDSM]

Looking down I could see Lizzy’s pussy wide open and a ton of cum poured out as it began to shrink.

“Holy Christ, that was so good, I don’t think I could do this on a regular basis but “Holy fuck” that was intense.”

As Lizzy rested, Tom managed to stand and stretch, his cock still hard as nails stood proud.

Dave and I were in awe of having watched Tom loose his virginity to the girl we loved.

What was even more amazing was that moments later Lizzy was ready again.
How did we know?

Lizzy spread her legs and asked if Dave and I would fuck her front and back.
That is a request that she didn’t have to ask twice.

Dave laid down on his back, while Lizzy mounted him. As she bent over I lubed up her ass and began the process of working my way past her little ring.

As Dave and I began to create a rhythm, Tom was closely watching the action, his face just inches from the point of our coupling.

My Sister Lizzy Part 7 [MF] [MM] [BDSM]

From there our love making was slow and gentle.
As I entered her I took my time and allowed her to feel me just nestled in there without moving.

For me this was a new experience.
In the past it was push, push, pound.
Now it was take time and explore the most profound expression of love.

For the next three hours Lizzy and I did nothing rough, we just made slow deliberate love.
There was nothing really to write about. It was just the two of us exploring that most basic of human needs, that of two people expressing their love for one another.

Later that week the three of us were in town after lunch we decided to catch a movie.
As we sat in the theater there were three teenage boys sitting behind us.
Throughout the movie the three kept up a running commentary of the film and in general acting obnoxious.

At one point Dave asked them to please quiet down and allow us to enjoy the film.
As is typical of boys that age and in a group they feed upon each others bad behavior.
So it was that they kept running their mouths.

[M/M, dubcon] CockSlut – Part 1

First off, I’m not giving you my name. Not going to happen. It doesn’t matter what it is anyway. Call me Ishmael, just like in the book. Ask and I won’t tell you, bug me about it and I won’t post any more of my story. I’m sorry to be blunt, but that’s how it has to be. I’m not giving any other names either, for hopefully-obvious reasons. No names, no companies. Probably not even dates or times or locations either, just to be safe. You never know who’s reading this, and who might be really good at following breadcrumbs. Honestly, I wouldn’t be saying anything at all, except that it excites me to no end to share this. I’m getting hard thinking about it.

[MMF] [wife] [oral] [anal] THE CONSCIENTIOUS CUCKOLD – When Laura makes an off the wall suggestion to her sterile husband he is a little reluctant but finally agrees… Double team sex story.

**You can view full the illustrated version of THE CONSCIENTIOUS CUCKOLD at** [https://eroticprose.com/](https://eroticprose.com/)

Tom had never seen her so beautiful, so lustrous. Laying on their king-sized bed, naked, her full breasts in sweet disarray, the nipples already wrinkled in anticipation, Laura looked to him like the embodiment of every man’s wet dream. Her eyes were lidded and her thighs were spread, her pussy wet from him having just licked it.

There was only one thing wrong with the picture: Tom wasn’t the only man in the room. A few feet away stood Jack, a twenty-five-year-old with the body of an Olympic diver and a cock that would make him a star in any locker room. Jack was going to fuck Laura, and Tom had given his consent.

Tom and Laura had been married for six years and were still romantic about it. It wasn’t just that they remembered all their anniversaries – the first time they met, the first time they kissed, the first time they fucked – but they continually reaffirmed the meaning of their union, reminding each other all the time that their marriage was forever.