A night of fantasies come to life. [MFF][Cuckqueen][Creampie][Cum Swapping][Threesome]

This is a journey so strap in and enjoy a helluva ride.

I had just finished talking on the phone with my best friend and she told me that her husband had challenged her to hold off on cumming for four days. Having talked with her seemingly everyday, I knew that this would be almost like torture. I’ve always believed my sex drive was high but talking with Liz, I realized just how horny a woman could be, she is constantly turned on. After we said our goodbyes for the night, I started to think of ways to mess with her. I love her to death, but there’s no way I could pass up a chance to fuck with her, and I’m sure she’ll get me back at some point. Thinking back on the fantasies she had let me know of got me plotting something fun and I sent her husband a message asking if he would like to help. He agreed and we started to come up with some ideas. We had concocted a devious plan to try and test Liz’s willpower.

Clementina, Part XI [erotic horror, body horror, monster, tentacle, anal, lactation, MF, incest(m/s)]

WARNING: THIS IS A HORROR STORY. THIS PART INCLUDES BODY HORROR, MONSTERS, WEIRD SLIMY SEX, ANAL, INCEST, TENTACLES, LACTATION AND MORE.

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As with the previous installments, if this sort of thing is not your cup of tea, please do not read any further. I want readers to have fun – not be disturbed. Please heed all warnings!

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This story assumes you have read all previous nine parts. If you haven’t you will probably find some of this bewildering.

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There may be a break before the next part is posted as I might have to make an unplanned trip out of town in the coming days. If that is the case, I will pick up when I return.

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I appreciate all your comments and feedback in the comments section and read every one of them.

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Thank you!

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This story begins immediately after Part X ends.

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Clementina, Part XI

Chapter 2: Symbiosis (continued)

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The first part of the night I slept soundly, but then my dreams turned turbulent and fevered.

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Frogtied friend (MFF) (MF) (FF) (Bondage) (BDSM) (Anal) (Mdom) (Fsub)

I got a text from a number I didn’t know, from someone that I didn’t know. 

_Hi my name is Fernanda and I am a friend of Andrea’s_

_Hi, is there something wrong with her since I saw her last?_

_No I think you might think a lot is right actually! I will meet you at your hotel_

I wait slightly confused at the lobby to my hotel waiting for this mysterious lady, Fernanda, who will bring me to you in whatever state you are in. I patiently wait until I feel a small tap on my shoulder from a small little hourglass figured typically beautiful Mexican girl.

“You must be Jerry. Over 6ft tall, blonde hair and blue eyed, and looking confused. I’m Fernanda” she says.

I admire her soft curved features more closely now that we are up close with each other. Like Andrea you are a small little sexy senorita with a killer smile that would melt metal. You grab my arm and we hop outside to grab a taxi. You bundle we in the back and sit right next to me despite the large car being empty except for the driver.

Frogtied friend (MFF) (MF) (FF) (Bondage) (BDSM) (Anal) (Mdom) (Fsub)

I got a text from a number I didn’t know, from someone that I didn’t know. 

_Hi my name is Fernanda and I am a friend of Andrea’s_

_Hi, is there something wrong with her since I saw her last?_

_No I think you might think a lot is right actually! I will meet you at your hotel_

I wait slightly confused at the lobby to my hotel waiting for this mysterious lady, Fernanda, who will bring me to you in whatever state you are in. I patiently wait until I feel a small tap on my shoulder from a small little hourglass figured typically beautiful Mexican girl.

“You must be Jerry. Over 6ft tall, blonde hair and blue eyed, and looking confused. I’m Fernanda” she says.

I admire her soft curved features more closely now that we are up close with each other. Like Andrea you are a small little sexy senorita with a killer smile that would melt metal. You grab my arm and we hop outside to grab a taxi. You bundle we in the back and sit right next to me despite the large car being empty except for the driver.

The House Guest (Part 1) M/F

“Would you stop, baby?” Daniel asked, watching his wife gather up a pile of books from the coffee table.

Jane shook her head, stuffing the books on one of the several bookshelves lining the living room. Pausing a moment, she adjusted the placement of the books so that the spines all lined up, presenting a unified front to the open studio apartment. “I’m nearly done. I just want…” She pushed a lock of brown hair back from her brow. “I want to make a good impression. I’ve never met any of them.”

Daniel crossed the room, kissing her on the cheek. “Believe me, you’ll make a good impression. This place will make a good impression. Jared’s apartment was a bit of a hole last time I saw it.”

“That’s not the point,” she replied. “He’s been through a lot. I want him to feel at home.”

“That’s going to be a problem.” Jane tossed him a frown, and Daniel shrugged. “I mean, I’m just trying to be honest. It’s not his home. It’s going to take a long, long time before any place can be home.”

RandomActsofMuffDive – A story where pleasure and adventure overshadow nerves [Fm][oral]

Alice’s finger tip bounced nervously against her thigh as the floors slowly ‘ding’ed past. Thankfully she had the elevator to herself. As she had walked through the large hotel lobby she had worried everyone could see right through her. They could see what salacious acts she was there to commit. Could they sense her nervousness and the doubt that trickled into the vast lake of excitement she felt boiling in her chest? Well,shit, too late now…

‘Ding’

The doors eased open on a hallway that didn’t look half as sleezy as it had in her mind. Moby, or something with a chill lounge beat wafted softly from hidden speakers as she took her first steps down the smartly lit hallway. She wanted this enough to keep her nervous demons at bay. Everything about it was wrong…the simple fact she was meeting a stranger…but even more than that, the reason she was there to meet that stranger. All of it played against her better judgement, but there she was, bravely putting one foot ahead of the other, towards a room…a room containing a man…a man who had promised to do things to her she desperately wanted done.

[MF] Fucked her so hard she blacked out.

I met Emily off a match making website. It was geared towards relationships more than hookups.

Her day job had her involved helping organizations connect emotionally with their subscription base, and specifically, “driving depth” into the relationship. I remember her telling me this and thinking “I think I’d like to drive my dick into you” as she said it.

5’5″, she had gotten out of a long funk, and was working hard on getting in shape and moving on. I told her I was just looking to meet people. At 31, her career was taking off but I think she had invested a lot of time in her family.

I remember meeting her for dinner at a nice steak place by work. She wore a nice summer dress, and we talked.

Date over, I walked her back to her car and wished her well. We kept talking via text, and I didn’t think anything of it – just someone new to talk to.

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“Plans this weekend?”

“I got a wedding – you?”

“You know me, I’m a hired gun. I go with the flow. Am I gonna get a drunk text from you after the wedding? Are you going to be needing my services?”

My [M] first experience with another guy when we jerked off together [MM] while watching porn [25,26].

So, let me start this out by saying I am pretty open sexually. While I identify as straight, I have a slightly curious side that I have explored but it does not extend super far to where I am interested in having one on one sex with men. That being said, this is the story of my first time indulging on that urge ;)

I had a “friend” (I will call him Ty) or more of an acquaintance in college I knew through people who I was pretty certain he had a crush on me. He would message me a lot after I would post a story on Instagram and even send me totally random snapchats at all hours of the day. As time progressed, I would chat with him more and more and eventually the conversations would get slightly dirty (i.e., he would steer them in a way to talk about my sexual history lol). I enjoyed the attention, and he was not a bad looking guy, so I went along with it. This was all done over snapchat however, as he seemed he didn’t want his sexual history shared as much as I didn’t.

I [F] gave a quickie blowjob to the maintenance man at my apartment complex

A few months ago I was teasing the maintenance man relentlessly through my window at my apartment complex to the point that he had to come and fuck me. I eventually got what i wanted and things were going really great until i told him i was writing about our sexual adventures and he straight up ghosted me then disappeared from our complex for about 2 months. It was just sex so i counted it at a loss and moved on. Well la week and a half ago, I ended up seeing him back at the apartment complex again so i just decided i would just straight up ask him what the fuck happened.

I decided to bring my dog on a walk and ended up walking straight up to him as he was weeding in the courtyard. He looked up at and smiled at me with his slightly crooked smile and short but scruffy beard. That scruffy beard that felt so food in between my legs the last time i saw him, something about him and the way he presents himself just oozes raw sexual energy. We ended up having a long chat about what happened and i let him read the stories i wrote about him. Out of respect for his privacy I won’t say exactly what happened, but will say it was mostly a giant misunderstanding on both our parts plus a weird coincidence. Now for the good news…

Spontaneous double blowjob turns competitive (28f) [FFM]

Let me preface this particular anecdote by pointing out that I’m a competitive soul. Stupidly so. Driven to win at all costs, sometimes even to my own detriment. I’m entirely self aware of this – some may argue – crippling flaw, but self awareness does nothing to prevent my competitive urge striking. If there’s an opportunity to ‘win’ (and sometimes even when the very notion of winning is subjective at best) then I will do pretty much whatever it takes to achieve victory.

It’s one of the (many) reasons why I decided to give up ever accepting dares – for the good of my own sanity.

I also, for better or worse, have always seen sex as something of a competition. Which isn’t to say it’s a race, far from it. But it has an objective. The aim is to make the other person achieve orgasm. And if there’s an aim, there’s a victory. It’s a completion in every sense of the word.

Philosophy out of the way, let’s get stuck in.