It was finally Friday evening. I was taking my wife to the airport so she could visit her sister, Julie was driving in from across the state. She had planned to be at my house at 7. I dropped my wife off at the airport, her plane departed at 6:30. I had given Julie my address but told her not to come over until I confirmed that my wife was on the plane and that it had taken off. At 6:25 my wife texted that she had boarded and the plane was pushing off for departure. With a new energy I sent Julie a text telling her she was good to come over. I saw a car pull up and saw it was Julie, I opened the garage door and had her pull her car into the garage so the neighbors wouldn’t get suspicious.
Tag: Straight
Lost in a Corn-maze (Noncon/Dubcon/Reluctance) ALL PARTIES 18 or OLDER
***This is a fictional erotic story written by me, about me and from my point of view. You should not be reading this if you’re not of legal age, 18 in America, 21 in some other countries. I never explain in my CNC stories how consent was garnered. I have a post named “How I approach stories about CNC/R**p*ay” pinned on my page explaining why. CNC relationships come in all forms, including scenes that may seem/feel too real. I can assure you that since the stories are always starring me as the prey, I consent. This is my fantasy, not yours. You are not being forced to read this, so if you choose to then be nice and enjoy. ☺️***
“Look! We are the next group to go in, finally” Sam shouted to the group. “This better be good for waiting an hour in line!” Marcy responded. The guard at the entrance waved us into a shed that played as the access to the maze. “Let’s go, everyone get in here! Smoosh together if you have to” announced the zombie doctor in the corner of the shed. He stood under a TV that flashed rules and warnings. “Great, looks like everybody is in. Please read the rules on the screen and raise your hand when you’re done.” The zombie doctor said. The first people to enter had done so already, immediately raising their hands.
One wild Invite (first time being a bull)[MFM]
So the night this happened I was super bored. Like have you ever been so bored you just swipe right on anything and not pay attention? Anyway I got match from a couple near me. This profile was controlled by the husband. He asked me “if I was into double teaming and gang bangs”… I was honest and said I have never tried it. He asked me to text them. We were in a group message and we exchanged pics. A little about me I’m 30, very muscular and I like to lift weights and body build. So I started off with showing them my abs and arms. Loosened up the conversation. They sent pics of themselves. She was beautiful brown hair blue eyes 5’2 135 lbs. She had big boobs and the perfect ass. That’s when the first question from her was asked…. “can we see it?” Now I’m not trying to brag but if God gifted me anything it was an above average size cock. 7 inches and fat. As soon as I sent the picture they sent their address.
Flirting with the Devil – [M/32] [F/27] [BDSM] [Anal] [CnC][D/s] [Forced] [Spanking/Pain/Torture/Rough]
*****To be on the safe and overly cautious side, if you have triggers of any kind, please do not read my content.*****
I have finally had it. Everything is unsatisfying. I have been the good girl my whole life and after spending the last five years at the bank working my way up, being polite, wearing my nice pencil skirts and blouses, I have officially had it. I had nearly straight A’s in college and barely knew what the definition of a frat party was. Then I got my job at the bank and being little Miss Perfect just continued. Everything about me and my life is typical, predictable, mundane, boring, and more than vanilla.
Get a tattoo? Nope, Cassandra would never do that.
Show up to work hungover after a Thursday night happy hour that lasted too long. Never.
Have sex on the first date. Not Cassandra.
I don’t know what happened, but I can’t live like this anymore. My life isn’t fulfilling, not even something I look forward to anymore. Granted, I can’t just quit my job at the bank, but outside of those 40 hours a week, I have to find something else to do with my time. Something exciting. Find a passion about something. Anything but continuing on the road I am on.
I let my girlfriend dress me and she did not like it [FF]
*I wouldn’t have this fight today. I was immature and childish. Dress however you want.*
I can’t remember a time when M willingly wore an “appropriate” amount of clothes. There could be snow on the ground and she’d be in knee high boots and a crop top.
As an adult looking back, I respect the subversion of expectations. As her girlfriend, it bugged the fuck out of me. Call me a bad feminist, but I was insecure and didn’t like that she was constantly getting attention.
I fucked up one night.
A guy grabbed her and I had to physically drag her outside to stop her from punching him… Again. Instead of being a supportive girlfriend and friend, I shrugged and mumbled that he was probably “confused.”
She scoffed, got in my face, and looked me up and down. “Say it, Viola. Say the phrase on the tip of your damn tongue.”
“I don’t know what you mean.”
“Say I’m asking for it.”
I didn’t respond. She mumbled something about how I was worse than that asshole and didn’t text me for a few days.
Chapter 37. Naughty in New Orleans.
I couldn’t help but feel a rush of excitement as I sent my text. Next to me in the uber, my husband gave me an approving wink, knowing that I had been flirting with Michael, the new guy I had met at dinner just a few weeks ago. We had texted off and on about anything from books we had been reading to celebrity gossip. But recently it had taken a turn with our messages becoming ever more flirty and spicy. Now, I felt my husband’s hand squeeze my thigh as I sent my message saying that I might be sending some risqué photos if I got tipsy enough over the weekend. My husband and I were meeting up with some friends for a little getaway in New Orleans, and the weekend promised to be sexy.
The bride’s hot sister made the wedding an even more exciting event! [FM]
Ravi and Amy, two close friends of mine and a couple, were finally getting married. They were very cute together and Ravi finally popped the question. She accepted, there was a little crying, families met, all that happened and finally, their wedding was planned.
An Indian wedding. What an event. The colours, the music, the culture, the cuisine, the annoying aunts asking about your love life, that one uncle trying to set you up with Godzilla, it’s all there. It’s also a good way for a bachelor to meet someone. Ravi and I were close friends and he wanted me present at every ceremony, which was an honour that I accepted. One of these ceremonies is called the “Sangeet” which is where choreographed dances take place. It’s basically to set the mood for the wedding.
Ravi wanted me to be part of that, but since I had come alone, I didn’t have a partner.
“Remember Amy’s sister Ananya?”
Ananya was a few years younger than us, 22 now. I’d met her years ago when she was 16, but we didn’t really know each other and didn’t talk much. It was Ravi and Amy’s big day though so what they say goes.
Flirting with the Devil – F/27 M/32
I have finally had it. Everything is unsatisfying. I have been the good girl my whole life and after spending the last five years at the bank working my way up, being polite, wearing my nice pencil skirts and blouses, I have officially had it. I had nearly straight A’s in college and barely knew what the definition of a frat party was. Then I got my job at the bank and being little Miss Perfect just continued. Everything about me and my life is typical, predictable, mundane, boring, and more than vanilla.
Get a tattoo? Nope, Cassandra would never do that.
Show up to work hungover after a Thursday night happy hour that lasted too long. Never.
Have sex on the first date. Not Cassandra.
I don’t know what happened, but I can’t live like this anymore. My life isn’t fulfilling, not even something I look forward to anymore. Granted, I can’t just quit my job at the bank, but outside of those 40 hours a week, I have to find something else to do with my time. Something exciting. Find a passion about something. Anything but continuing on the road I am on.
[MFF] The day I [M39] had a threesome with my unicorn [F22] and her best friend [F20]
If you read my other post, you can skip the intro.
**Intro & descriptions**
I’ve been stuck in a sexless marriage for the past year or so. After 13 years of marriage, the past 3 with very few sexy moments, I’ve decided to look for sex elsewhere. I met this girl on-line, on some sort of dating website for older men to meet younger women, and got to known this girl, 22 yo, which is sort of a unicorn. The connection we have is insane, she’s fun and sexy and beautiful. She is bi, and a bombshell blonde – 5’6, has very beautiful and perky tits, incredible ass and tummy, long, straight blonde hair, green eyes, angelic face, and great body – sexy as hell. I’m about half inch shorter than her, a few pounds overweight, and good looking. I’m Bob, and she is Angel on this story.
**New stuff starts here**
I [F] fucked the quiet girl at work in a surprise foursome
I had a work farewell party on Friday night. After dinner everybody headed upstairs to the club area and I called my boyfriend to come join us. I just have more fun when he is there, and I love showing him off because he is so handsome and a bit of a celeb as he acts in some local productions.
After a while, most work people headed home so there were only four of us left and we went to a different club. It was just me and my bf and Don, he is fully gay and was bouncing around all night ‘kissing boys’ as he put it, he somehow knew everyone there, and Louise. Louise was a sweet and pretty but very quiet girl. She hadn’t worked with us for long, I always get the feeling she is a bit junior and has to learn some confidence to speak up in meetings. We don’t work together on the same projects so I don’t know her much beyond that. In the beginning of the night she complimented the dress I was wearing a lot.