The time I (35f at the time) fucked a younger guy (19m) [mf]

I’m 37 and been with my husband for 20 years since I was 17 and he was 19. Practically from the start we have had a hotwife relationship. I’ve told numerous stories over the past few weeks of our lifestyle. One of them was about when I was 20 and fucked a 62 year old man. After that I got a few private messages asking what the biggest age gap was with a younger guy and this is it! It’s the old cliche of younger guy at the gym as well lol.

I go to the gym between 5 and 6 am a couple of times a week. I’ve never been with anyone from the gym even though I know my husband wouldn’t mind, it’s just something that never happened. It wasn’t busy at those times and I was just focused on working out. Never checked anyone out and never noticed anyone checking me out.

The Princesses in the Tower – Chapter 5, Part 2b – Roberta [Maledom] [Male supremacy] [Humiliation][Uncomfortable territory][Non-con][Les][Spanking][BDSM][Plot heavy]

*Continuing from 2a*

“Thompson?” I asked. “The warden has a concussion, doesn´t she?”

Johansson was of a different opinion. “She told me very quietly that Thompson and one man escaped the detainment station, and Prefect Green demands some heads. Thompson´s being the most wanted one. He didn´t order that warden to be decapitated, although once he will be told she let her stay at large…”

“What do you want us to make of this information?” I inquired.

Johansson dipped his head to the chalice of fingers.

“By this day you should have a good grasp of who is a responsible one and who is a stupid scandalmonger. Trust those who are worth it. People of quality will be watching out and will do everything in their power to dignify her, to vindicate her ideally.”

Kane checked on the graphic model she constructed for her holoshow. Was she escaping to fiction, confused from reality?

“Why do you sympathize with her? Did your grandfather kill a feminist?”

Johansson answered her with sarcastic laughter.

The Princesses in the Tower – Chapter 5, Part 2a – Roberta [Maledom] [Male supremacy] [Humiliation][Uncomfortable territory][Non-con][Les][Spanking][BDSM][Plot heavy]

**Roberta**

“You aren´t getting any wetter. Not good enough for you, baby girl? Neither I nor Kenneth? Well, we brought a bottle of dyke-grease.”

I wasn´t looking at the bodybuilder, a piece of a man speaking and it would be testing boundaries if I acknowledged the existence of his beer-bellied buddy.

Below the lamp with the vermilion shade laid two bills, orange in the normal light. Prosperits I was bought with because my team lost.

“Grab her arms. She begs to be nailed, not nuzzled.”

The thick beard of Kenneth´s swathed my fingertips, and I would be afraid of lice if the grime wasn´t going to stink out the inner tissue´s recesses. Bernard, the iron pumper, pressed my ankles together. My nude form was manhandled to a wooden cross, lying askew between the bed and the other wall. The clasp of leather drawn tight could be called mild if one was previously lifted by… *Them.*

“You are a dyke and, what is worse, a teacher,” Bernard said. He sucked in my supposed fragrance. „You smell foul, but cunt is a cunt, and I wished for an odd dainty – the milf adroit pussy that is rejecting the dicks. And I must only add the coating.”

[FF] First time experiencing a girl to girl make out.

I am straight but this was about the first time I have got the chance to get all sensual with on of the new girl I met during my fresher year.

After a few drinks at a party, Jade and me agreed to share an Uber ride back to our dorm. About Jade, she was the classic nerdy type of girl with glasses and gave of a really cute vibe. She has got a super interesting built where her ass and boobs are pretty large but somehow only 5 ft tall. Her outfit was also modest everytime I see her.

When we got into the Uber ride, Jade was kinda drunk and was hugging me all the time, jiggling and laughing when she got her face real close to me when the car made a turn. The way she rubbing my thigh under my dress gave me chill. Hope I didn’t left a wet spot in the backseat of the car. She seemed to be returning to sober when we got to my dorm block and Jade would asked to see my room in person and as I was clueless about what she was thinking, i invited her to my room.

Spilling The Tea with Eliza and Tiffany

Eliza and Tiffany chill on Eliza’s sofa chatting about their relationship.
“It’s been so long since I had a good dick in me. Don’t get me wrong, I had different partners, but not single one knows how to use their joystick.” Tiffany kicked her feet on Eliza’s coffee table. Eliza sips her tea with a stoic look in her eyes, and clears her throat.

“Feet. Off.” Eliza said like she was talking to one of her own children.

“Liz, you use to be running the streets too. You were a little demon back in school. And know, you’re a modern Mary Poppins.” Tiffany looks over at Eliza’s family portrait on the wall. “You have a hardworking, providing husband, two sons who would be adorable, if they weren’t like they were on a caffeine blitz every hour, and a daughter who is a splitting image of you. Meek, quiet, but definitely not two faced.”

Eliza raises her eyebrow. “Those days are long gone and put behind me. The days I was with Eric, and got pregnant with the boys was the day I had to change. At the time I was pregnant, I didn’t even know he was going to be the father. When I found out I was pregnant there’s two others that could have been the father at the time.”

Not my first and not my last encounter with my gay lover MM*

This is my first post, maybe my last depending on the reception, don’t get me wrong, I’m not looking for validation as a writer, but I’ve always been insecure about my sexuality. Let me explain, growing up I was as straight as could be, shy, but also straight, at the YMCA showers I’d always hide away in the single stalls, not wanting any other man to look at my naked body, not withstanding my choice for him to do so, sorry, that’s not exactly true, I didn’t think about it nearly as much as it bothered me, I just didn’t want eyes on me, my father made fun of it, “what’re ya hiding?!” He’d exclaim in his own way, not understanding my own fear of displaying myself in front of other guys, it wasn’t his fault, he didn’t understand my own proclivities of lack thereof in the realm of social awareness, I had my own insecurities, my own preoccupations, and if more is to be told let me know you want to hear it, thank you.

[MF] My true story with a married cheater!

Long story, heads up…
This was a few years ago now, but I still think about it almost everyday.
I was late 20’s maybe early 30’s at the time, cant really remember, but I was trying my luck on a hookup site, not really expecting much. After a few days or weeks of sending message after message, with a few responses, but nothing going anywhere.

At work one day I checked the site, seen I had a reply from a woman who was in her late 30’s, married, and I was bored at home and was looking for something, but didn’t really know what.
Fast forward here, after a few weeks of progressively sexual and dirty messages, she was ready to meet for coffee and see if she really wanted to cheat.

A long weekend of frustration. [M/F] [Femdom] [Edging] [Orgasm Control]

“I’m bored, Ian!”

Chloe was sitting slouched over the dinning table, resting her head against the cool wood.
“You could help me tidy up, you also had breakfast as far as I remember,” answered Ian mockingly, looking down at the back of Chloe’s head.

“We could go out for a walk once I’m done. Some fresh air would be good for you.”

“No, Mom! I had enough ‘fresh air’ already.” Chloe turned her head towards Ian, straight black hair falling all over her face. “I don’t want to go outside, it’s too cold.”

Ian only saw a pointy nose and a pair of small pouting lips peaking out of a mass of hair. He leaned down towards his girlfriend and flicked her nose playfully.

“You are as sluggish as a old cat. Maybe I should pour some water over you to you wake you up.”

“Nooooo~! I will melt.” Came the immediate answer from Chloe, waving one arm aimlessly above her head to defend herself from the glass of water Ian jokingly lifted above her head until he went back to the kitchen.

Behind the Mask, Chapter 20 END [fm] [Incest] [Cousin/Cousin]

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I rode the elevator up to the seventieth floor. I personally would have picked the sixty-ninth, just for the memes. However, I wasn’t an uptight prude, so I stepped out on the next floor up and walked right past the front desk. The receptionist sprang to her feet and clip-clopped after me in her wedge heels.

“Um, Miss Alexandria–” she stammered.

“Don’t call me that,” I said sharply. “Is he in?”

“Apologies. Um, Miss Rochester. He’s out on business.” A lie.

“Got it. I’ll see myself in.”

“Miss Rochester–!” she protested.

I went straight to his corner office – which wasn’t hard to find, it was huge – and threw the double doors wide open. The windows were floor-to-ceiling and offered a beautiful view of the city. With one of the world’s biggest metropolitan hubs laid visually at your feet, it was hard not to feel like the center of the world. Probably what made his head so big.

He was sat at his desk, not even looking up from his paperwork as his receptionist and I burst in. I walked over to the windows and gazed out at the horizon, looking past the city and all its scum and splendor.

Sex on the beach sand on the cheeks

I was visiting my grandparents, they lived far away in a small remote highland, costal village and I didn’t see them often. So when I did go to see them it was always a weeks stay. They had a small 2 bedroom property and as children, to save space we’d camp out in a tent in the garden.
This was the first time I was going to stay at there’s whilst in and adult relationship and my children and partner were joining me. The week set of to a good start and without my grandparents input, I wanted to respect their house and avoid being intimate with my partner.
I wasn’t prepared for the difficulties that would bring, as sex has always been such a stress reliever and being away from home comforts has its natural stressors.
It was day 3 of our stay and we’d had a good day, I’d had a few cocktails with my lunch, the kids had played by the beach, whilst my partner and I had flirtatiously groped and toyed with each other. We headed home and settled the kids but the sexual tension between us wouldn’t shift. I was finding it really difficult because I love to positively reinforce my partners and he had done so well helping with the kids and my grandparents.
I whispered in his here, “I want to taste u.” Giving his earlobe a nibble as I pulled back. I looked him straight in the eye with a smirk, then headed to tell my grandparents we were nipping out for some fresh air and a short walk.
He got his jacket on, with a slight look of confusing on his face, not quiet knowing what was in store for him yet . I grabbed his hand and with a skip in my step headed towards the beach.
We got to the beach. I did a quick look to the left and right, insuring no one was about then dropped to my knees, beginning to unbuckle his belt.
I told him “I know uve been stressed baby ! Now it’s my turn, I want u to make me gag.”
His face lit up as he helped pull his package out and placed it into my mouth. It was already rock solid. I was wearing a mini skirt, the moon light was shining, the sand was cold below my knees and I could feel the breeze between my legs. He placed his hand on the back of my head and coaxed me into taking more of him as he pushed my head towards his abdomen. His dick became coated in saliva and a tear streamed from my face as I fought the gag. He stopped and pushed me back making me fall into the sand.
“Will I show u how stressed I’ve been, will u let me fuck u hard?” He asked,
I nodded with a grin, replying, “yes, fuck me hard, make me scream.”
With excitement he pushed my skirt up to my belly button and pulled my thong to the side. He looked at my pussy as if it was a prize peace, licked his finger and circulated round my clit, before inserting his dick with a hard thrust. I gasped, the sand going all over my cheeks as he thrusted me hard but slow. He flipped me over revealing my sand covered ass. He leaned hard on the top of my back, my face pressed against the sand. It was everywhere in my mouth and hair but in that moment i didn’t care. He grabbed my hips pulling me back and forward with each thrust. I made sure to keep my ass in the air, head in the sand and back arched.
“Harder,”I shouted. I wanted to feel the full Ralph of his pent up stress.
He pounded harder. I slumped further into the sand then he smacked my ass, replying, “ I don’t want to hurt u!”
I turned my neck back smiled and said,”I want u to!”
He quickly flipped me round to my back pushed my legs in the air, grabbed me by the throat and said “do you now?”
His grip on my neck getting tighter the closer he got to cuming. I started to get light headed but didn’t brake my gaze with his eyes, his pupils dilated, I released all my body tension and let myself melt into the sand until he filled my pussy up. He finished and rose to his feet, my legs were shaking and numb. He stretched out his arm and pulled me to my feet. I began brushing the sand of my legs but the cum in my pants was a sand magnet. Then we hurried back to my grandparents house trying to act unsuspicious.