Tag: Swingers

[M]et a [f]antastic girl in class (Part 1 of ?)

I really don't know where to start with this story, so I'll start with what inspired me to write this down – reddit. I'm an avid (obsessively so) user, having spent many hours browsing through this or that subreddit. Every once in a while, I'll end up on GWS, and, admittedly, I'll end up masturbating to a story which strikes my fancy more often than not.

So it is no surprise that on a particular night some such reading inspired me to put down my own story. Now, I am not a professional writer, nor do I intend to become one, so bear with me as I make some literary blunders. And since we are talking about me, let's get the whole "describe myself" thing over with, too. I am a young man, in my early 20s, studying in a typically nerdy major, at a top tier university. I have, since childhood, been considerably geeky and was, up until a couple years ago, shy and unsuccessful with girls. That changed and evolved as puberty ended and I realized confidence is the number one asset in the quest for sex, love and good times. On the looks side, I now realize I am not half bad, but my teenager self would have said I was a monster. Oh the joys of insecurity. Read more »

Pet [Mdom[fsub][roleplay][oral]

“Lori, number 3.” The voice comes over the little speaker and a grin traces its way across my lips. I am Lori and my owner is behind door number 3.

I am sitting at the little makeup desk in my office. I pick up the black leather collar and buckle it around my neck. I love the way it feels, just snug enough that if my owner tugs, it bites a bit. I like that. Pain is a good reminder, a good teacher.

Are you going to watch me? Here, sit here in my dressing room and watch the television. See, you can see my master there. He can wait a few moments, it only makes it better.

What? Wow, you don’t have to be so judgmental. You have no idea who I am or what happens here. I mean, let’s not forget, a few seconds ago, you said you were a little intimidated by…all of this.

Here, let’s see if I can’t put some things in perspective, help you to understand what you are about to watch or witness or whatever you want to call it. Read more »

Jake’s Magic Remote, Part VIII – Oh Baby, Baby

Breakfast Sunday morning was a lot less awkward than Jake had expected. He woke up feeling rested, refreshed, and ten years younger. Petra and Sarah were already up, having let him sleep in – a rare pleasure – and when he got downstairs they’d already prepared bacon and eggs.
“Our daughter has been very helpful this morning,” Sarah commented, setting out a plate for Jake. “It’s a nice change.”
“Is that so.”
Petra smiled at him across the corner of the table. “Well, I had a wonderful dream last night, and woke up feeling like everything was awesome, so here we are.”
Jake smiled back. The cheeriness was downright infectious. “Here we are indeed,” he said, picking up his fork. “What was the dream about?”
Petra flushed in the cheeks a little. Under the table, unseen, she ran her sock-clad foot along Jake’s ankle affectionately. “It was about a man,” she said, looking him right in the eyes. “We were together and happy, and I wanted to stay with him forever.”
Sarah sat down across from Jake and grinned. “Ooh, sounds like someone I’d like to meet,” she said. “What was he like?”
Petra giggled. “He was a little older, but gentle and passionate, and when he held me I felt totally completely safe.”
Jake chewed his eggs contemplatively. “He sounds like a pretty swell guy,” he said. “Anyone I know?”
Petra reached over and smacked his arm. “Daddy, shoosh! It was a dream.” She bit her lip. “I sure do hope it happens again, though.”
Sarah reached over and patted Petra’s other hand. “Keep him in your thoughts today, and it probably will,” she said. “Write it down too, that helps.”
“Thanks Mom,” Petra said, squeezing Sarah’s fingers. “I’ll do that.” Read more »

[timestop, other tags] Jake’s Magic Remote, Part VI – Shenanigans

Does anyone mind if I drop the string of tags now? Eventually there will be some FF as well I think.

Jake walked into the steakhouse with his favorite two women close behind him. It looked like a pretty fun place, with a real “barbeque in a cabin” sort of feel. There were snowshoes and animal skins and road signs and all sorts of other crazy crap up on the walls, and the Hostess put a cup full of crayons on the table as she seated them. Petra grinned and immediately got to work drawing on the brown paper that was draped over the booth’s table.
Sarah sat next to Jake and opposite their daughter, engrossing herself in the menu. Jake was a little worried about her; ever since he’d brainwashed her into sex Thursday night, she’d been affectionate enough but a little cold, like she wanted to avoid it happening again. It was a little troubling to have your own wife seem like she was upset about wanting sex, but then given the way she’d cooled down about it the last couple years it was not that surprising either.
Jake decided to put it out of his mind and enjoy the dinner. The menu looked pretty great, and none of the prices were too awful. He glanced over at the table, where Petra was busy drawing a very attractive woman’s ass. “Already know what you’re going to order, Pet?” he asked her.
Petra smiled at him. Goddamn, she had a pretty smile. And she’d done her hair up in pigtails, which along with the skirt and high socks she wore gave her an adorable schoolgirl look. “Yes Daddy,” she said. “I’m having the Rib sampler.”
Jake nodded. “That looks pretty good. I think I’ll stick with the steak, though.” Read more »

How a mutual love of cookies led to my affair (27M + 21F)(military)

This is the story about one of the most passionate and intense relationships of my life. Easily the most memorable and pleasurable experiences I'll ever have. Unfortunately it ended in disaster and almost brought our marriages to the bitter end in the process. Yes, I cheated and so did she. If you have a moral conflict that is okay with me, just dont read this story.

This is part 1

I had been in California for less than a year. Having recently relocated from Camp Lejeune in North Carolina to San Diego I wasn't prepared for the endless droves of beautiful women that seemed to be at every corner. Being Marine Corps Infantry for 8 years the closet interaction with females was usually in porn stashed on my computer, but here I was, in college none the less. It was like a kid in a candy store.

A little background on myself. I'm that guy. The extremely tall one with the apparent muscles. I'm good looking and possess the wit and vocab to swoon most girls. 27 years old, Tall, dark and handsome and endowed with a 8" dick. I am the alpha, bull, HNIC or whatever you want to call it. My Achille's heel? I got married to the wrong damn woman. Read more »

Posted this on r/offmychest. Wanted to see if anyone may like this

Everyday.

Everyday I see you walking around in some tasteful little outfit from some department store. The $27 stripe long sleeve top with the matching khakis and tastefully hip horned rimmed glasses. I see the little hop in your step as you walk and your hips swing to a gentle beat.

It drives me wild.

I want to take you away to the most remote shitty motel we can find and show you how wild you drive me. I want to rip that stupid fucking top off of you and let you feel my breath on the nape of your neck. I want to press that tight body of yours against the wall as you moan in ecstasy. I want your big eyes to look over those horned rimmed glasses as I worship every ounce of your body. I want to tear away every layer between the two of us. I want our breathing to become one; I want everything between us to become one. Read more »

“Just Plain Hal” 4 [BD]

Part 1 Part 3

When I pull back into my garage, the mouth-watering aroma of food fills the SUV. I walk into the house with two fast-food bags and set them down on the kitchen counter. I open the fridge to see what the beverage options are. Beer. I shrug and grab two cans. I start to head to the bedroom, then suddenly thinking of something, I turn back and open a draw. Inside are neat rows of towels and I pick one up and soak the tip with warm water from the sink. I go to the bedroom but pause at the doorway to just look at her.

She looks so small, my Anabelle does, her sleeping head peeking out from underneath the enormous, lavender bed covers. I walk to the bed and pull back the blanket to expose her body to me. I gently push her thighs apart and apply the wet corner of the towel between her legs, fondly wiping her sex clean. She moans ever so slightly and shifts her hips as I mop up the evidence of my passion from her. Anabelle wakes whilst I am untying her wrists and I lift her into my arms. Leaving the bedroom, I take her into the living room and set her down on the love seat in front of the television. I retrieve our meal from the kitchen and set it down on the glass coffee table. Read more »

A Hot, Sunny Daydream [fm] [first person] x-post to r/dirtyflashfiction

It would be totally worth the sunburn, making out on the porch swing bed in the bright sunshine with you. Kissing each other, giggling and smiling, touching and pressing our lips to every bit of each other's bare skin. Unbuttoning that plaid shirt you keep teasing me with, kissing my way down your chest as I open each button, your chest hair tickling my nose. Smoothing my hands across your belly as your shirt falls open, up and across your shoulders to slide it down your arms.

Kissing your shoulders as I squeeze your bare arms, feel your hands cup my face and draw me up to your mouth. Your kisses making me feel needy, overwhelmed, leaving me panting and wanting more.

Melting into you as your hands slide down my arms. A full-body shiver racing over me as I feel your fingers graze the soft skin at my waist, pulling my shirt up and over my head. Read more »

The nude girl on stage – MF/f – exhibitionism mild D/s

The club was loud, but not overwhelmingly so. The music piped in through speakers and not live. This was not a club people came too for music. No, they had something else in mind.

The girl, Stacy and I were dressed for the Mardi Gras theme. Each of the girls were in sequined sparkling dresses and I was dressed in a suit. We all wore matching masks. The girls half masks, both sequined, Stacy's red and the girls white. My mask was green with a long curved and pointed nose like that of an old time plague doctors.

Both women were nude below their dresses. We had teased each other and would continue to tease each other. In the cab we had coyly slid hands up skirts and more than once they had flashed me as we walked.

The crowd was rowdy and all over we saw people tied to things, being hit. The bdsm club was in full swing. Men yelled for tits and more than once Stacy obliged, dropping the top of her dress to show her large breasts. And more than once Stacy or I forced the girl to do the same, showing her smaller perky breasts to the crowd. By the time we found a quiet place to stand they each had a number of cheap beaded necklaces on. Read more »

My Last Summer at Home (Part 4)

The whole week at the supermarket seemed to last forever for me and Jill. We didn't really get a chance to tease our boss Rickey again since the store was super busy. The 4th of July was next Monday and everyone in town had been stocking up on stuff to make their favorite holiday foods. The weather was supposed to be perfect the whole three day weekend. I was sure looking forward to going over to the Carter’s with Jill, because they were the only family in town with an in-ground pool and hot tub. I was also really curious what Beth would be like outside of school. After Jill told me about her last “adventure” with Beth, it was going to be pretty interesting.

I didn't see Tommy all week, which was just fine with me. I hadn't said one word to him since I found out he left my graduation party to get sucked off by that bimbo Cindy Johnson. I just wanted him to leave for the Marines and never come back. Some of his friends told me he hadn't been the same since graduation. He told everybody he knew he had fucked up really bad. He told them again and again that I’d been the best part of his life for the last two years. I only had two responses for those conversations, “Good” and “No, I won’t talk to him.” Read more »