The Kitchen [M/F] [Rapeplay] [Powerplay] [Anal] [Choking] [Butter Butt Sechs]

As she stood in the kitchen quietly contemplating to herself, he came up behind and grabbed her by the waist. His hug was warm and endearing, heartfelt in its intention. It barely registered on her though.

“What’s for dinner darling?” Same old shit, he never cooked, just ate. Eating and fucking they were his two best skills in life. Lucky bastard.
“I don’t want to cook tonight, I’m not cooking you can sort yourself out” Kinsey snapped back.
“Are you shitty? What’s wrong darling come tell me about it.” He was semi-interested, enough to ensure his next meal anyway.
“Just work stuff” she said “I don’t wanna talk about it.”
“Then don’t, but I’m still getting hungry and you need to take good care of me now, so let’s talk about dinner.” This fucking guy, she couldn’t believe he was still pushing it.
“I’m NOT cooking” she yelled.
“And I’m not asking Kinsey. Don’t test me now.” His warning was stern, and she knew there wouldn’t be a second warning.
She thought hard for a second about her next response, she knew full well it would dictate the rest of the evening.
“Fuck you. What are you going to do?” She knew she’d sealed her fate with those words, and braced herself for what was to come.

The Laura Effect [FF, Fdom, Humil] (Part 2 of 5)

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As I left the room the insanity of what I had just done came home to me and I knew that it must never happen again but that thought brought with it a rueful realization that it had been one of the most exciting moments of my life.

Later I returned to my apartment and took a long shower but, even having had something to eat, my mind was still buzzing with the thrill of it and I desperately wished that John was with me.

It was a warm evening and I sat on my bed dressed in a short nightdress whilst I browsed the case papers for the following day. It took about an hour and I knew that I was simply avoiding the one job that needed to be done.

Finally, I could put it off no longer. I picked up Laura’s file and began to think about the case notes. In due course I would receive a transcript of the interview, and I was mildly amused at the thought of what some poor young secretary was going to be obliged to type up, but for now I had to jot down my impressions and initial conclusions.

Discovered i was bisexual. And [f]ucked my bff.

Ok so its been a while since my last post. So i thought id post something and i do hav a story for yall so hear it goes.

So straight girls watching girl on girl porn is a normal thing right? Cz i do it and all my friends watch it so no big deal. But just cz a girl watched girl on girl dosent mean shes gay. But last week i was on my phone and i came across a video of two girls making out. They were both clothed it was just kissing. But there was so much passion in it and i watched it more than 8 times. Meaning i realy liked it. It made me soo wet. And this is not like me. Atleast thats what i thought. I mean ive been dating guys all my life and ive never had this kinda feeling in me. So i started googling stuff and talking to people about it and i came to a conclusion that i MIGHT BE bi. Then i got kinda scared that i might be gay. I mean that might not be something i should be scared about but somehow i was and i did a little experimenting ( maybe ill post about this later ) and i still pretty much liked dick. So i was sure i was not gay. ( not like theres anything wrong with being gay )

[MF] Other Duties as Assigned: Part Two

Mikaela knocked on the door and stepped back. When Kyle looked through the peep hole, she wanted him to see the long coat she had thrown on to protect her body from the chill during the walk to his apartment. The coat hung loosely from her body revealing little of her curves, perfect to tease him and invite his mind to wonder how much—or how little—clothing waited underneath. He wouldn’t have to wait long, however. Patience wasn’t Mikaela’s strong suit.

The soft thudding of footsteps presaged the twisting of the doorknob. Kyle opened the door and stood there looking at her. He had changed attire as well. Gone was the button-up shirt of the workday, replaced now by a tight Black Sabbath tee. Instead of khakis, he wore black jeans; the fabric clung to his legs, accentuating his calves and thighs (to Mikaela’s delight). She noticed the revealing bump between his thighs too.

“Good evening,” said Kyle. He smiled crookedly.

“Hello there,” said Mikaela. She leaned against the wall opposite Kyle’s door. Her hands pulled open the coat, revealing her buxom figure clad in a shrunken low-cut tank top and boy shorts. “Are you going to invite me in? It’s cold out here, if you couldn’t tell.” She thrust out her chest. Chilled by the night air, her nipples cut distinct shapes in the fabric of her top.

[MM] Grindr Meetup

Yesterday I(M) was on Grindr and found this older guy(40s) looking for a free use slut. I sent him some pics of my ass and he responded with a dick pic. He had a really nice thick 8 inch cock. I told him that I have no limits and I would do anything he wanted. He kept calling me a good slut and that daddy need me then. He gave me his address and I met him at his place.

He greeted me at the door and told me to take all my clothes off. I did as he said and I walked inside. As I walked in he smacked my ass and I let out a light moan. He grabbed a collar and leash and put it on me. He told me to get on all fours and follow him. We got to a set of stairs, he yanked on the leash and pulled me up them. He took me to the bathroom where he undressed and told me to get in the tub.

The Transformation Part 2 [fM][public][strangers][oral][dressing room][creampie]

Melissa stood silently in the department store, pretending to look at a pair of designer sunglasses. She was still new to living the life of a beautiful eighteen year old girl, and she was strutting around the women’s department trying to look as sexy as possible. She had gone out looking for some more dirty fun, and was looking the middle aged men up and down as they checked her out. After about half an hour, she noticed a man that she assumed was around fifty years old shopping with his teenage daughter.

She caught his eye and gave him a seductive smirk, biting her lower lip and batting her thick eyelashes as she played with her long, blond hair. The man, Melissa observed, was trying to focus on his daughter. Melissa’s fit young body seemed to draw his attention, however, and he couldn’t take his eyes off of her.

The work colleague

We both started within a few days of each other she was the first one into the company I was a few days after we hit it off straight away and made she me feel really comfortable. She was a strikingly good-looking woman with blonde hair are perfect body and immaculately dressed all in black a nice tight sweater and leather skirt and dark black tights with shiny high heel shoes. We would often meet having a coffee in the canteen and occasionally at lunchtime if we were on the same shift together. We chatted about work and also about the weather like everybody else does but there was something else there, a glint in our eyes as we looked at each other, the corners of her mouth turned upwards into a cheeky smile. Occasionally she bit her lip lightly or even licked them, then just before leaving the canteen would reapply that red lipstick to her lovely moist lips. It took some time to build up the courage to ask her to go for a drink after work. I planned to go with some of the others so made it look like I was inviting her along with the rest but really I just wanted to be alone with her. She made my heart thump and my cock twitch.

you can have too much candy

I had used twitter for business and social pleasure. Recently I decided I would like to take my amateur writing to another level. I had an interest in erotic writing and thought I could put pen to paper so to speak.  

I set up an account with my pseudonym. Started to add females and couples that describes themselves as hotwives , sluts, swingers. I soon had over 200 that I was following.  

Some of the content was just retweeted from other accounts. However, there was 3 or 4 that really took my eye. I began to take a big interest in their posts. I must admit they turned me on, and I soon found I was interacting with them and luckily, they interacted with me. 

So now to the star of this story. Candy. A married lady who had an account with her hubby. They seemed very relaxed and has a great eye for a good post. the pictures were stunning of her. Some clothes and some naked. Then occasionally some of Candy in action., With hubby or on one occasion that I have seen a man in the porn business. 

Petite red

She is a red head from Fife in Scotland. Married to a cuckold husband. She wants to be exposed as much as possible. Letting everyone in her town what a naughty woman she is. So where do I come into this. Well let me tell you.
We had been chatting on twitter and kik quite a lot. I was fascinated in her exploits. I’d seen pictures and videos of herewith different men. These seemed to turn a lot of men, and women on. So I wanted my piece of her. I had arranged to go up to Fife on my day off. As it was a 4 hour drive I was up and out of the house early. I didn’t stop at all on the way up. Eager to get tgere and use this woman.

Last Call. [Fm] [Mild Humiliation] [BDSM] [Female Masturbation] [Fantasy Fiction] [Thriller]

“Is the bar still open? May I come in?” I hear coming from the door, as I’m doing end of shift side work.

“Yes, you can. Last call is in 5 minutes” I turn around and say to the man. He had this mysterious presence about him, he wore all black, had glowy skin, dark brown hair and had deep brown eyes.

“I’ll take a Merlot” He says in a stern, whispery, raspy voice.

“You’ve got it” The bar has been empty for about 30 minutes, it’s just him and I now. This isn’t abnormal for a Sunday night. It’s usually slow, and sometimes I get the chance to close early.

I walk over to him and put his glass of wine down in front of him, “That’ll be $8” I get a better look at his eyes and they are completely black. I blink my eyes fast, and the whites in his eyes show again. It must just be the light, or maybe I’m just exhausted.

He reaches into his pocket, pulls out a $20 and says “Keep the change.”

I give a soft smile and a nod.