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The Assistant 13 [affair]

Kylie’s alarm startled her awake at six in the morning. She shut it off and felt arms wrap around her. She smiled and rolled over to face Anthony.

“What are we doing today?” she asked.

“Right now, going back to sleep,” he mumbled. Kylie smiled and snuggled into him and drifted back to sleep. They woke two hours later with the sun coming through the shear shades.

“Good morning,” Anthony said.

“Good morning,” Kylie said. “I’m hungry.”

“What do you want for breakfast?” he asked as he got out of bed.

“Crepes,” Kylie moaned. This made Anthony’s balls ache. Kylie watched him as he got dressed. “You have a nice ass.”

Anthony turned around as he buttoned his khakis.

“You should get dressed or you’ll get no crepes,” he said. Kylie stuck her tongue out at him and finally left the bed.

Anthony had a rental car waiting for them at the hotel and he drove them to a diner for breakfast.

“So, tell me more about what you were talking about last night,” Anthony said when they were finally alone. Read more »

Chapter 8. Work it on Out [OC] [exercise sex] [FFM] [oral sex] [barely legal]

Click [here](https://www.reddit.com/user/eatu55/comments/lyjzpr/learning_to_live_with_honey_and_anne_an_erotic/) for the series overview and previous chapters.

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I had no more meetings so I knocked off work early, skipping lunch and going straight home. It’s a brisk fall day. The sun is bright and there is a light breeze. It’s a perfect day for a run in the park.

Our house is situated on a small hill that slopes from the street in front down toward the horse property behind us. This allows us to have a walk-out basement, half of which is my gym.

My gym has 16 feet of picture windows overlooking the pond. In the corner, I have our two treadmills facing the glass for those runs Anne and I do in bad weather. Between the treadmills and the French doors is our hot tub. The rest of the space is filled with a pro cable setup (two opposing pillars with cables connected by a bridge with chinning and pull up mounts), two adjustable benches, and a selection of free weights. The other side of the basement has a 6-seat sauna, a shower room and the laundry. Read more »

[MF] Soaking you up

Seeing you laying there so gracefully, peacefully, angelically, sends a surge of passion straight from my eyes to my pounding heart. Your hand graced with perfect fingers is gently draped over the side of the bath, your silky smooth legs glisten as they extend beyond the spheres of clear bubbles on top of the crystal blue water. A bead of water slowly runs down your left leg teasing me at how close and intimate it is. Your neck nestled back on a pillow allowing your hair to flow over your shoulders into the bubbles, swaying gently on top of the warm blanket of water. Your neck is so perfectly poised to lead me on a path to your chin, then your lips, your cheeks or those perfect breasts just cresting the water.

I know you know I’m here, but you don’t move. I kneel down and i caress your fingers barely touching them drawing little circles and figure eights with my fingertips while I slowly work from the tips of your fingers, up your arm, to your shoulders. Still not opening your eyes but your pressed lips, slightly break the seal and reveal a potential smile in the making. Read more »

After 4 years, we made an “agreement” [MF] Part 2

“I’ll do you if you’ll do me.” Read more »

Hot Latina [F], EDM, fucked me [F] in my sleep [MF]

I work downtown and frequently step out for lunch at the many different food places around me. I went to a favorite Korean joint that serves bibimbap (rice bowl) and that place a always busy. I got in near the start of the lunch time rush, got my dish and found a table to myself. I’m about to dig in when I notice a hot Latina in line about to pay for her meal. She looks about mid-20s, long wavy black hair, beautiful brown face, and very shapely body with Ds in tight shirt and tight jeans that look painted onto a nice round ass. As soon as she’s done paying, she’s looking around for somewhere to sit. I quickly make room on my table and gesture to the seat across me as I smile and make eye contact with her. She smiles back, tilts her head, and mouths “thank you” as she sits down. Read more »

Fun with my wife and her friend [MFF]

Hey all! Update on a previous post I’d recently made.

A quick recap – My wife and I both decided that opening up to a poly marriage would be fun and give us the sexual adventure we’ve been craving. After talking about it for so long, we finally went through with it, which led to her hooking up with a coworker/friend.

So last week, after my wife’s friend (Brook) left our house, my wife (Kayla) mentioned that Brook was open to me joining in the fun as well. I’ve always found Brook attractive, I’d be stupid to say no. I’ve also got a bad habit of thinking with my dick. I’ve got quite the sexual appetite.

Friday finally rolls around, it’s been a hell of a week at work. Kayla and Brook have been kicking ass in their department, it’s been busy as fuck over there. So bad, that I got transferred over to help on a few occasions. Read more »

Submissive Slut Gangbang [F]

Before I get into this story everything that happened was 100% consent and everything was fine.

I was with a guy for like a couple of months and it shifted into a more dominant submissive relationship as we found out we both loved these roles and I loved being as I describe a mans slut and for him to treat me like an object and such. Again this is all consent and he knew this we had safe words never overstepped boundaries set. He told me to get dressed for a nice dinner date , he had set my outfit on the bed before we were going to leave, it was a lingerie dress a polka dot thong and a vibrating butt plug, he said good sluts like being exposed and like being seen. He wasn’t lying either he knows I love public play and risky play, of course for safety reasons he let me wear a long coat to cover up a little. Read more »

Poetry & Blood Part 16 [FF] [BDSM] [Vampire] [Mind Control]

**Chapter 16: Fragile**

**Camille**

Camille’s hands shook as she read over Abigail’s feedback. She wasn’t sure when the shaking began. Traditionally, she kept track of the days by when she slept. She stopped sleeping long before the shaking started. Right? Was it long?

She took a deep breath and read over the words together. They blurred more often than not, little red squiggles dancing over the page. Her own words were nothing but cruel hieroglyphics, trapping meaning into caged lines, as though a word was nothing more than a symbol, as though a thing was nothing more than its word. She put on her new pair of glasses. The doctor said this would help, but she was wrong. Perhaps vampire eyes didn’t obey the logic of modern medicine.

“Logic,” whispered Camille. “From *logos*. The word.”

“Excuse me?” asked Abigail. The slender dark skinned girl was on her knees while Camille paced, her chin sticky from the bowl of strawberries, the pages stained with sugary and pale red. Camille’s eyes darted from the page to the nervous quiver of Abigail’s neck. She’d go well with strawberries. Read more »