Extrasensory suggestion – Part 1 [MF] [Mdom] [magic] [reluc] [slow burn]

Fair warning, this will be a very slow story with many parts. There is no sex and barely anything sexy in part one, because I enjoy a little build up.

If you are interested in seeing where this goes, well, so am I.

Ed Singer sat in the back of the lecture hall, his ear buds carefully hidden behind messy auburn hair. Even with the added noise of his music, he was barely keeping himself awake.

Eight thirty. It was eight thirty in the morning, and he had a splitting headache.

The professor was droning on about math or something, her hands gesturing wildly as she clicked through a presentation. Was this his math class? Glancing at the slides proved no help, as he winced at the bright white background, but upon reflection he was sure it was a Wednesday. This might as well have been a class on quantum mechanics, for as much as he was able to pay attention.

My third time with my FWB – Doggy and [f]acial.

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I decided to be bold and to send him some pictures. Nothing too bad, just what I was wearing when he fucked me the last time. Maybe I was bent over something. Maybe I was showing my ass a little…

He straight away told me how he was distracted and couldn’t concentrate. And after a little teasing, he caved in and asked me to come over. He loved the stockings that I wore the last time, so I obliged him. This time though, I wore heels. I don’t often wear them, but I wanted to feel sexy under all that modest clothing.

When I got to his place, I started stripping for him before he could utter a word. I may have watched some videos to give me a clue. Whatever I did, it was enough to leave him speechless. One moment I was in my long skirt and top, the next I was in nothing but a thong, heels, and stockings. With my clothes strewn about his bedroom floor, I turned around and smacked my own ass. Hard.

Fucking My Wife’s Co-worker Again [MF]

*Backstory: I’m in covid quarantine at my wife’s co-worker’s apartment so I don’t get my wife sick. I’ve been having sex with the two girls who are living there with me; unbeknownst to each other and my wife. I’m staying at Beth’s apartment with her co-worker Sarah, my wife’s name is Jen. Check out my post history for more.*

Beth had left for work, I had skyped with Jen, and I had made breakfast for Sarah and I. After breakfast Sarah was showering and she told me to make myself comfortable in her room. I took off my t-shirt and boxers and laid naked on her twin bed. It was Beth’s guest room, so I was surprised at how messy it was. Sarah had only been there a week and her clothes were strewn all over the place. There was only a small neat space by the desk that Sarah used as a home office.

My first [MFM] threesome. (OC, True)

Names and dates have been changed but everything else is the gods honest truth.

My name is Trevor and I’m a bisexual 25M in a ENM marriage in the PNW.

I came out as bi about 6ish months ago but, due to the pandemic haven’t really been able to do anything with any guys. If only the world wasn’t conspiring against me releasing my inner slut.

About a month ago, my partner told me that I should set up a Tinder profile and see what’s out there. I truly, unapologetically and fully hate everything about that app. It’s full of people slinging their IG or onlyfans and the rest are major flakes.

With one exception: Steve.

Steve messaged me and we talked quite a bit on the app. He’s into renaissance fairs, metalworking, boardgames and a bunch of other things. He (M36) has been dating Daisy (F32) for about a year and they’ve been polyamorous individually for about 5 years. Due to the pandemic they really haven’t been able to date anybody in the time they’ve been together.

Her For Ever Virgin Chapter 2 Margo Vs Cyrus

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A stack of dissipating smoke rose where Amy one stood. Smelling the ashes which represented Amy’s absence Margo’s face curled to a smirk as a bulb went off in her head. She un locked her phone and began texting Cy. 

Ever since learning of the magical and becoming a confidant, Margot has been jealous of any woman who can call herself a witch. She often enjoyed telling Amy about all the trouble she’d cause if she were born with magic powers to which Amy would often sigh relief that wasn’t their reality. Accepting the facts, Margot has always opted to push Amy to be the best witch she can be both for her friend’s sake and the entertainment of seeing Amy become more powerful. 

Margo could easily imagine the awkwardness of Amy’s situation and maybe it wasn’t right for her to volunteer Cy like that. But what would be the harm in her just asking him? 

If it were up to Margo, she would just trick Cy into wearing the damn thing but she could already imagine that conversation in her head. *You can’t use magic to trick people like that for personal gain. It’s wrong. Blah blah blah blah.*

If you’re a straight guy, you need to hear this. Something happened over Christmas that’s so fucking hot it’s ridiculous, and I need to talk about it.

Hey! If you’re a straight guy reading this, it’s fine, I’m straight too. It’s just that something happened in my life these past holidays that I need to freak out with someone about. Please hear me out!

So I’m part of a small, but very close friend circle of two guys and two women (me being one of the two guys). One of the two women, S, I became very close friends with during high school, and myself and S met the other woman in the group, L, shortly after high school.

We were a close group of three friends for a little while, until we met the other guy in our group, Aidan.

We’re all in our late 20s-going-on-30s now, so it’s been a long time since then.

When we first met Aidan, we decided to bring him into our group because he basically had no other friends, and had always struggled to make friendships. Were it not for us, he would probably have struggled to find friends to this day.

Aidan is extremely shy and nerdy, and while the other three of us are pretty successful and have good careers, etc, he’s still struggling to get himself out there, and still lives with his parents.

[FM] The time I paid to give a blowjob

The title may be a little dramatic but is also completely true, in a way. In hindsight I don’t regret it because I came out of it still a sane lady and while I enjoyed the risque it wasn’t my most commendable time of my life for reasons. And there may not be enough nitty gritty here for you guys to enjoy my NSFW story IDK.

A little backstory, I was timid as a young girl. Always on the smaller side, stature and otherwise, but as I grew I slowly grew out of my shell. First, a waitress for some time which led me to bar tending. I started dating my ex husband and with his blessing(zero pressure my idea) I got small implants and years later upgraded again. A short stint at a booby restaurant(think hooters but not) led me to bar tending at a strip club and eventually fell to the much deeper tips of providing more service.

Fucking counts as exercise, right? [FM]

Cliches are awkward things when it comes to sex. Not unlike when making analogies, it’s generally speaking wise to avoid cliches like the plague. But, at the same time, cliches only become cliches due to their relative prevalence and popularity. Which is to say that something can, by definition, only become ‘stereotypical’ once it has been played through said stereo often enough that it’s become the norm.

An odd and heavily convoluted way to start off a supposedly sexual post, but bear with me. I’m going somewhere with this, I promise.

So broadly speaking avoiding engaging in cliched activity is best. Forge your own path and ignore the ground well trodden and all that. Great advice.

But when it comes to sex I can’t help but feel that the perspective needs to shift somewhat. Why? Because, as discussed, things become cliche due to popularity. And things tend to be popular because they’re fun, hence why they’re done so widely and so often repeated. Ergo if you spend your life trying to ultimately avoid all of the sexual cliches then you’re likely doing yourself out of a great many fun experiences. As fun as it is to always strive for originality, the simple fact is that sometimes you’ve got to allow yourself to indulge in a classic cliche every now and again.

Chronicles of Clay, newly single male, meets a goddess Sheila neighbor. [M] [F]

I’m providing a brief history thinking that this might make it better to understand and relate to the person behind these stories.
Please excuse grammar or punctuation errors, I’ll do my best and welcome constructive feedback. For those able to look past a non writers mistakes and focus on the story, you will be rewarded and entertained..
These chronicles are 100% true !! I will attempt to recapture moments in words as accurately as I can, yet blur details for privacy.

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I’m currently creeping up on near 50 years of age, and I’ve lived an absolutely incredible life in near every aspect. I can say this because ….I’m here, and upon reflection of every adversity I’ve encounter, I’m still here.
I grew up rich but not wealthy. We were a large Christian family with a mother whose life passion was to simply love, and her love overflowed from our home into the community as a volunteer in near everything.
Our father was hardworking, strict, and instilled in us a respect for women. Yes opening doors, carrying anything heavy, and if mom pulled up in the driveway from grocery shopping and made it to the front door holding one bag, there was hell to pay, and he was the funniest man I’ve ever known. ( international use of “and” poetic liberty )
Growing up I played every sport available, with sports and running becoming a huge part of my adult life…