Whips and chains next door to [m]e.

I used to live in an old Victorian that had been converted to apartment housing in Philadelphia. There were ups and downs to that particular style of apartment- it felt a lot more like a house, which was really nice. Buuuut they definitely cut some corners when converting to apartments. One of which was that the walls were so thin that they’d rip if you looked at them too rough. Which absolutely meant that if someone on the other side was fucking, you’d know about it.

Turns out our neighbors were pretty heavily into BDSM, which we discovered while they were fucking loudly next door. The walls were thin enough that you could hear the whips through them, which was…something. There were times when this was hot, but honestly a lot of the time it was annoying: we were all students, and it’s frankly kind of a dick move to be going at it loud as fuck at 2 AM.

So one time, we gave them back a dose of their own medicine. They started up around midnight, screaming, moaning, and all manner of noises related to whips and probably some kind of swing or something. We were not into such things, but fucking is fucking, and it certainly is possible to do it loudly. We got right up against the wall and went at it. Hard. Screaming. Moaning. Yelling obscenities.

Backseat Lover, Part Two [MF] [toys]

Today was supposed to be “just another day.” Wake up, go to work, survive 8 hours, then go home. I arrived at my office, ten seconds away from jerking off to r/BDSM, but before I knew it, I was three drinks in, and then balls deep into the asshole of the hottest 21 year old I had ever seen. That 21 year old? She’s currently driving to her home with my cum still in her ass.

I’m jittery my entire drive home, but when I get home, it fades. Initially, I felt I’d be a mess going home to my wife. Shaken, stirred and frightened. I kiss her normally, even through I cheated on her not even an hour ago. Yet, everything feels too normal. My son is playing with blocks in the living room while my wife rewatches last week’s episode of The Bachelorette. After giving her a carefully worded recount of how my day was, I head upstairs to shower and scrub every trace of Christine’s scent off my body.

Meeting and secretly playing in public [MF] [exh]

My heart skipped a beat when our eyes met from across the coffee shop. I couldn’t believe someone actually responded to my post — for one, it was actually asking to meet up in person, but it was also so much more tame than the usual requests for threesomes or RandomActsOfMuffDive or whatever. I simply wanted to have a face-to-face conversation about sex. After all, it’s not cheating if it’s just a conversation, right?

Now you were here, and you were even more attractive than you looked in your photo. We each wore a nervous, excited smile, and I wondered what was going through your head as I took you in, top to bottom.

We introduced ourselves while I bought our drinks. We exchanged niceties, and there was definitely an exciting chemistry between us, but it felt like a leap to move the conversation toward the overtly sexual, even filthy topics we had mentioned over PMs. So during a natural lull I decided to just go for it. It’s what we were both here for, after all.

“All that dirty talk led to some amazing sex dreams last night,” I said. I was excited to see your pupils dilate and a smile tug at the corner of your lips.

[FM] The trip I slept with my husband’s best friend for the last time

A continuation of my Story

After many years of friendship and a lot of great times together our group of friends unfortunately has gotten to see a little less and less of each other. Not that we were any less of best friends, but family, distance, work and well life sometimes gets in the way. The recent trip to the Caribbean with 2 other couples who were old friends was very much needed. One thing that changed dramatically for me during that trip was that I slept with my husband’s best friend. While we aren’t swingers or even had an open relationship previous to this action, my husband was extremely understanding about it. He had an idea that there was flirting going on and he even thought something sexual might happen between me and his best friend. I only knew after the fact that it was a fantasy of his and he didn’t stand in the way of it happening. When I told him what had happened between me and Craig the next day, he admitted to me he thought something sexual might happen and that the thought of that got him very excited. In fact, when I told him that I had sex with Craig, it turned into an absolutely hot romp in bed with him that morning. He had me recount the exact details of my tryst with Craig while we fucked. My husband was overwhelmed with sexual energy as I gave him all the details recounting how I came multiple times. He was insatiable. In a short span he came 2 times and within the next 48 hours probably 4-5 more times as we went at it like rabbits talking about my encounter. At that point, Craig did not yet know I had told my husband what we had done. Eventually after the trip they did talk about it and Craig was happy and relieved that Paul wasn’t upset about it at all. Paul’s only concern was discretion with our other friends and of course Craig was great about that. He didn’t want anyone to know as he had no intention of mentioning it to his wife or our friends.

Lady-Provincial [MF] [Fantasy]

The small silver envelope reads “The Honorable Hayley Swarbrick, SS, JD, MLA.” Hayley picks it up from her desk in the legislature’s wing of Wilmot-Horton Palace, the sprawling building that houses the provincial government. It is from the Office of the Chamberlain of Duke Peter of Wilmot-Horton, and contains a summons to the Duke’s Chambers, at nineteen the following evening.

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“Always call him ‘Your Highness,’ and remember that when you’re with the Duke, you should answer any questions he might have. When you’re performing citizen service, it’s easy to see how confidential information could get out, or how inappropriate rumors could be started. As I’m sure you realize, those concerns don’t apply to the Duke.”

“Yes, Ms. Marcroft,” says Hayley.

“Well, Ms. Swarbrick, I think you’re ready for your audience. Thank you for coming early. If you’d like to wait here for a little while, you could catch up on reading or correspondence before going in. Once in the audience chamber, that’s not appropriate.”

“Thank you, Ms. Marcroft. Do you mind if I ask — what’s it like, being in the Duke’s household? Do you often work directly with the duke?”

Immortal Love, Chapters 3-7 [adult nursing] [magical realism] [oral, lesbian, gay (brief, and I accidentally tagged the last one with this, soz), anal, hardcore] [NO incest] [all characters 18+]

**Writer’s Note:**

Hey folks. I’m glad you’re interested in the story. Here are Chapters 3-7 for you. Marco is introduced in Chapter 7.

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# Chapter 3

*Anais*

I don’t know how Vanessa does it. It’s possible she heard me during my time with Roger and Eliot because my next guess is sweet Abigail, the perfect partner for recovery.

Abigail likes to suckle beside me naked under the covers. I pull the comforter up just under her chin and warm her body. She’s a petite woman, and she told me she “runs cold.” She holds my breast as she sucks my milk in quick spurts, and I pet her hair and kiss her forehead meanwhile.

I met Abigail when she was struggling through a mean divorce. She told me she was just as mean as her ex-husband. It all took a toll on her. She is a wealthy woman, an executive at a large company, so I see her more often. She attends this event every year, and sometimes I spend time with her at home when her children are at their father’s house. When we’re at her home, she likes to watch one of her favorite movies in bed. Sometimes we make love, and sometimes she just suckles until she falls asleep. I stay with her until her alarm sounds in the morning.

My First Sexual Experience. [BiMale] [older/younger][true story][gay][crossdressing]

This story is about 95% true. The location has changed and some elements of the story have been altered to reduce any identifying details.

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Growing up, I knew something was different about me. I liked the feeling of being feminine; the movements, the clothes, the panties, and the feeling of being penetrated, having something inside me.

I lived in a rural area of the Texas panhandle, a collection of trailers outside of a small town in tornado alley. The trailers were all on 2-3 acre lots, so they weren’t exactly close together. This afforded some privacy for my sexual antics as a kid, but also allowed for plenty of gossip to get around.

When I was 6 or so, I discovered the feeling of lace on my body. Around 8 I discovered anal penetration. Around 10, I was tired of playing with myself and deep down inside, I knew I wanted to be intimate with a man. Small town Texas in the late eighties didn’t afford many opportunities, and you couldn’t really just come out. So what was a bottom boy to do? Raid your mother’s panty drawer, find household objects to stick inside you, and be ready to take advantage of any opportunity to dress that became available.

The time I [M] facefucked a stranger [F] in the open doorway to my house.

I’ve told this story to a few people I’ve chatted to privately and it often get’s a good reaction so I thought I’d put it up here.

This happened 5 or so years ago, I’d just moved into my new place and it was the first time I’d actually lived alone so I was enjoying the newfound freedom. I was spending time online looking for women to chat to or even meet up with and one day I met this girl on a chatroom who claimed to live nearby (I live in Scotland, different towns/villages are often a short drive from each other) so we started chatting.

She was very upfront about what she wanted, she literally just said “I want to get my face fucked” when I asked, naturally I assumed I was being catfished but after chatting for a few minutes more with a few targeted questions it was apparent she genuinely did know the area so I decided to take a punt and told her that of she was genuinely up for it to swing by and told her where I lived. She told me she’d be about half an hour.

Swinger and cross dressing part 4 Gay, CD,BI MM MFM factual

Big change

Bob my boyfriend was coming round one day. My wife said she wanted to speak to us both, . We sat down and said my work means I will be away a bit more on week days not week ends, she said I know you 2 adore each othe and I love you both and I could not live with out you both, she then said Bob would you like to live with us full time, I started crying Bob said yes and we cried having cuddle.

Then came the stunner she looked at me and said you have been crossdressing 2 years and live as a woman, you have no male clothes, however you dress style is limited with breast forms and it is your birthday next week, and as a present I have arrange to have implants you will be the same size as me a C cup, how do you feel about this. I was stunned as was Bob I said to Bob would you still love me with breasts and the answer was immediate yes!!. I said to my wife are you sure and she told me she had been thinking about it for 6 months. I then confessed it was a secret fantasy of mine. That decided then She said I will be away next week will you take him to the surgery for the consultation and operation.

Swinger and cross dressing part 3 Gay, CD,BI mm mwm factual

I have never described my wife she is very prettty 5′ 4” inches tall, perfect and a 34c bust, her personality is such everybody loves her, man or woman, sexually insatiable but very discrete.

Me I am 5’8” tall medium build AC/DC I love shagging a women, and I love being fucked by a man, I have never fucked a man , as I am a CD who is always dressed as a woman, my cock is for women only strange but that is the way I feel

We have 2 swinging parties each month, couples only, we each have one regular boyfriend who we see at least once a week., this is more about them.

Bob is 6’2” inches tall slim and I love him, he cas 7 inch cock, slim and quite muscular. He sees us a least once a week, If my wife is away on business usually 2 or 3 days he stays and is my husband.