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No Kissing [Swinging] [FM]

The stairs creak under my feet as an unfamiliar hand holds mine and leads me upstairs. My head turns back to look at my husband as he scoots along our sofa towards a woman he has clearly fancied since we moved in next door to them 18 months ago. His eyes brim with a lust that I barely recognise and his arm slips round her slender shoulders. It’s too much to watch, and so I turn away and follow a man that isn’t my husband upstairs.

His hand is rougher than Carl’s, but the way he holds it is gentle. Like he can feel my trepidation and nervousness and so is treating me accordingly. When we get to the landing he stops and turns to me, smiling down with a hand resting on my hip carefully.

“Which room?”

Not my bedroom. I can’t do it there. Not where I sleep with Carl. I look past him to the spare room and nod towards it before stepping past him into a bare white room with a simple double bed that takes up most of the space. My fingers flick the light on and I shift away from the door, hearing Leigh pushing the door almost closed behind us so that we’re left alone. Read more »

Chapter 3: A Night in the Garden [18F F/F] [Fantasy] [Lesbian] [Masturbation]

Things had progressed well since our time with the baths. Lily, Anneta and I had become somewhat of a thing in the weeks since. Though the baths after practice still worked as our usual meeting ground, we’d tried to be more careful since our last close call; which meant two unfortunate things: only two of us at a time, and we had to be quicker. In my case it meant I still wasn’t able to let Anneta go down on me, whereas Lily seemed to be getting more and more frustrated by how little time there was for us to simply be together. She was most at peace post climax with someone to lay with for a while, which I enjoyed. Now that a month had passed we were free to spend our time as we liked, though we were expected to use it honing our various skills, be it alchemy or combat based on preference. The lack of oversight made things a little easier but finding somewhere outside the baths where we could be alone and undisturbed felt like trying to catch falling arrows. As terrible as war was, it made peacetime in the Sisterhood feel like a prison sentence. In war we’d either be marching alongside an army or we’d be set up in small groups scouting some distant village, which would mean plenty of time and opportunities to sneak away together. What I really craved though were the Sisters Vigilant. In war only a few cohorts would be allowed to join, usually no more than twenty sisters in total from the hundreds spread out over the thirty something chapterhouses that dotted the country. They were given special dispensation to travel the lands in times of war and maintain order, allowed to dole out justice as they saw fit. They could rally town militias, and could even lead small armies if they chose to. They were the posterchildren of the Sisterhood, and the greatest source of the rumours of promiscuity that shadowed the order. Whilst I didn’t believe many of the rumours, particularly the ones about Vigilants fucking there way through whole towns, something turned me on about it, the idea of being treated like a goddess by outsiders who held only the veinest hope that I’d prove those tall tales true. Though that dream seemed so far away. If I had learned anything from copying ancient texts it was that things were the most stable that they’d been in nearly a century, and the last holy war ended three centuries before that. Read more »

The Dancer, Parts 1-7 [F19/F18/some M19] [Dub-Con] [Exhibitionism] [Reluctant Lesbianism]

For anyone who needs some binge reading this holiday weekend.

–Mistress Abigail

P.S. I hit the character limit. I’ll post the next few parts soon!

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**PART ONE**

“Hey, Bella?”

A vaguely familiar voice was on the other line, but I couldn’t quite place it. Especially since I was still hungover from a super late Christmas party the previous night. I sat up a little bit in my bed, adjusting my loose tank top and brushing the hair out of my face.

“This is she,” I answered, after clearing my throat, “Who is this?”

“It’s Autumn!” the girl’s chipper voice gave me a slight headache in itself, and I held the phone away for a moment, “From East High?”

“Autumn, right,” I said. From high school. The two of us both graduated last summer, and had moved on to completely different colleges. Either way, we barely knew each other. We were classmates, not friends; the former wasn’t even true at this point.

“Yeah, Autumn Davis,” she said, just as cheerfully, “I got your number from Victoria. You’re still dancing, right?” Read more »

The New Year’s Eve Party (Part 1 of 2)…(Christmas Party Swap continued) [swingers, cuckold, cheating]

I sat on the ledge above the bathtub while my wife did her hair for the New Year’s Eve party and got her to spill all the horny details of she and Alex’s bedroom encounter at the Christmas party a couple of weeks ago.

Up until this point, we’d avoided the subject. (And maybe we hadn’t so much avoided it as much as we had simply declined to discuss it.)

We had all watched wide-eyed, my own heart beating out of my chest with excitement, as my wife had taken Alex’s erect cock in her right hand and led him to the back bedroom. I had become hyper-focused (I remember every detail). His foreskin had been gently tugged over the mushroom head of his hard penis as he’d followed her behind, drooling over her ass as it wagged back and forth in front of him, taunting him, until they’d disappeared off into the darkness.

“So what happened in there?” I asked. I felt my cock begin to grow in my pants. We had both begun to drink already, sipping white wine as she got ready for the NYE party downtown. Read more »

5 Day of Christmas: My Golden Ring. [m/f40s] [anal][married couple]

“Wow, you look amazing,” Jasper gasps. Spinning around, I give him a better look of the little red dress I’m now wearing.

“Thanks.” Although he thinks I look amazing in whatever grotty old clothes I wear I still can’t help blushing. I never grow tired of his compliments. “I love my present.”

We had said we weren’t going big on gifts for each other this year, and we would just keep things simple, but when I complained I had nothing to wear for our big pre-Christmas party for our friends, Jasper had said I could open one present early. It was the red dress I had been eyeing up for a while now. It was over our agreed upon budget, but he had bought me the right size and it fit perfectly, so I only too gladly accepted it. In fact the gift had inspired me to give him an early Christmas present of my own.

Jasper wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me in closer. Kissing me on the lips. He’s freshly shaven for the party and his skin feels soft and smooth against mine. The smell of his cologne, the one I bought him last Christmas, lingers in the air between us. I kiss him briefly back before pulling away. Read more »

Christmas Party Swap [swingers, cuckold, cheating]

It was the night of the Christmas party at my wife’s best friend’s apartment, and we spent the entire afternoon cooking and preparing side dishes to contribute.

I slow-smoked a brisket, and in the mean time made homemade pretzels, while my wife made her killer cheese dip and crockpot BBQ smokies. (We knew her friends would all bring something, but we also knew they would all just grab a bag of chips or a 2-liter and call it good.)

Since we are the only couple in the friend group who owns a home, we usually host the annual Christmas party, but this year my wife’s friend Aly asked if she could host it at her place.

When I was younger, I always imagined my future winters filled with grand holiday parties, decorated lawns, and an important job that brought important people to those parties. I imagined drinking wine and flirting with wives while my large house was crammed so full of people that nobody would notice (or care).

That isn’t how it turned out.

My best friends live hours away from us, and it’s my wife’s friends we always hang out with when we do decide to have people over. Read more »

F27 Hubby and I had sex with our best friends this weekend [M/F 20s] [swinging]

Hubby and I have become close friends with a couple over the past two years and our conversations have become very sexual in nature… at first talking about what we like and what we do to far more explicit things like what we’d like to do with the other.

All four of us are attractive and in recent months the husbands began openly complimenting the other’s assess and boobs.

We took a vacation together five months ago and despite the sexual tension being surreal, not much happened.

This past weekend however we were staying at a 2-room beach condo and it was sexually hot!

The first night we each heard the other couple fucking through the thin walls and she and I were moaning cartoonishly loud… which made our husbands crazy horny.

I could feel my husband’s dick grow into a rock everytime she screamed out in a high pitched cry, as their bed shook against the wall.

He blasted cum all over my insides. When we were done we all laughed and the following morning instead of things being awkward, they were fun. Read more »

An extract from my first MTF BBW transformation story I’m working on

My eyelids began to open as I slowly regained consciousness. I was lying on my back on the floor with a pillow under my head and a blanket over me covering my body. I was dazed and confused. What the hell am I doing lying on the floor in Steve’s basement? I thought to myself. I felt a sudden stab of dread in my gut as I remembered what had happened before I passed out. Did that really happen? Could it have somehow all been a bad dream? Surely it must have been, there’s no way that actually happened. I quickly looked over to the other side of the basement and couldn’t see the DNrAy gun there or Steve. I breathed a sigh of relief, it must have been a bad dream.

Then why was I lying on the floor in Steve’s basement? Maybe I’d gotten drunk as I did feel pretty rough. Hungover perhaps? I’d better find Steve and get to the bottom of this I thought. I slowly got up and clutched my head as I felt dizzy for a few seconds. I felt really weird, not like myself at all. Strangely my body felt a lot heavier than it normally did. I brushed a few strands of hair away from my eyes then a wave of fear spread through me as I realised I still had long hair. Out of the corner of my eye I could see a full length mirror so instinctively looked over to see my reflection and my blood ran cold at what I saw. Read more »

[FM] 23 Attended a no-strings-attached all out party

My old flame Anthony called me over the weekend prior. He looks good for his 30s and wears it well. Even the thought of him makes me drool. He invited me to join him on his out-of-town party trip after telling me he was going. What kind of party, I enquired. He claimed that it resembled a swingers party. And me, never one to pass up a nice fuck, I consented to go along.

I currently have a few outfits spread out. a pink tube top, booty shorts, and thigh-high socks with a black satin minidress and matching fishnets. Or a dress that is bright yellow yet is torn all over. I went with the fishnets and black dress. When he arrived, I had just finished applying makeup.

He told me in a text that he was outside. So I got ready and headed outside to meet him. He introduced me to his friends in the back seat as I slid into the front passenger seat. Jeremie, who was shorter, was on the left. Nevertheless, buff, with dark hair, and a thick beard. And Andrew was there. He had blond hair, was tall and lean, and had tattoos on both arms. Read more »