Reopening Old Wounds (part two) [Betrayal] [Cheating] [Drug Use] [vaginal] [anal] [multiple separate men]

Grady sat beside me and rubbed my back as I cried. I wasn’t a bold person, so why I decided to be bold right then, I didn’t know. He sighed and I looked over at him, my eyes red and cheeks wet with tears, “You were wrong,” I said.

“No, I wasn’t. He just can’t bring himself to admit it yet,” he said quietly to me.

He wrapped his arm around me and rubbed my shoulder, “I’m sorry I kissed you,” he said, “I thought it would push him to react.”

“I think I want to go for a walk,” I said softly.

“Alright, let’s get dressed and I’ll go with you,” he offered.

I shook my head, “I want to be by myself.”

He grabbed my wrist and turned it over to show the underside of my forearm, “I’m not sure that’s a good idea right now,” he’d noticed the scar that Brendan hadn’t yet.

I pulled my arm back from him and crossed it over my stomach, “That was a long time ago,” I said.

“When he broke things off with you?” He asked.

Reopening Old Wounds (part one) [No Sex – setting up the characters]

I made it through the flight, which was one of my worst fears, and called my husband to let him know I arrived safely. But arriving in a brand new country alone was a little overwhelming for me. I went to my hotel and changed out of my shabby travel clothes and into something more appropriate for meeting a friend I’ve known for over a decade.

I had two outfits to choose from for our initial meeting and I ended up choosing the distressed red denim skirt, a sleeveless black shirt with strategic slashes down the back, going just about from the neck to my waist, and more slashes along the neck, down to about where my boobs were, with a graphic of Freddy Krueger’s glove coming up from the bottom hem with blood splatters all over it, a pair of black thigh high stockings, boots, and a white button up top, which wasn’t buttoned but tied at the front. I did my makeup and hair, ensuring my long, blood red curls with black roots were all in their appropriate places and not a wild mane like it normally was, and topped the look off with a dusty old brown fedora.

Finding Myself at Home (Part 1) [MF, oral, teasing, intercourse]

…and suddenly I had her folded in half and I was plowing her harder than I ever fuck a woman in my life. Her ankles on my shoulders, her eyes reflecting the wild beast claiming her cunt as his own. me. That and perhaps getting caught in the illicit act.

I look back down at you and I see joy in your eyes. A deep, unabashed joy. I have never seen anyone reflect as much joy from someone sucking my cock, or hell, sucking cock in porn.

I shudder as you open your mouth just enough to let me warm cum, mixed with your saliva flow down the length of my spasming cock. Just for you to make sure I was still watching as you suck it all back off. Again, and again, and again.

How you continue to worship my cock after you so thoroughly emptied me out pushed me into a headspace I’ve never known. I was so hypersensitive, yet the pleasure now, mixed with almost tasting the lust radiating from you, was scrambling my mind. I held locks of your hair as if I was clinging to a cliff desperately.

The Renaissance of Lola [BDSM] [Non-con] [forced] [intruder] [one-off]

**Author’s note: this story plays a lot with the idea of consent and I just wanted to say that this does not indicate my true feelings about consent and anything that feels like anti-consent language is just meant as a fictional sort of roleplay. Consent is important, no means no and yes means yes. Moving on!**

Lola felt like she was just starting life, which is a strange thing to do at forty. She had lived her life up until that point with so many of the usuals—depression, anxiety, what have you—but the biggest issue was a total lack of self confidence. As a child, she began stressing about herself and her body and never quite stopped. By the time she was in her twenties, she didn’t like herself at all anymore. It may be necessary to point out that she was not ugly—she had never been ugly—but self-hatred is a strange thing. As a result, she refused to hear compliments and only felt insults. She wasn’t a virgin, not at that age, but she also missed out on so much. Her few sexual experiences had run the gamut from depressing to humiliating. When you hate yourself, you assume everyone else does too, so she only ever took up with people she thought were desperate enough to fuck her. This led to situations like fucking hideous people or spending time with assholes or, in one case, getting fucked in the middle of a party blindfolded, unsure of who had fucked her, believing that that is all she deserved.

Wife Nutted [MF]

My marriage meant me quitting my job and moving out to a new city. My husband, with the help of his parents, had bought a new house. But we had to wait for ten more months to get possession of the keys to our apartment, as the building was in the final stages of its construction. That meant renting a smaller flat in the distant suburbs to save money. The two of us already had too many uncertainties in our new life, so I decided against applying for a new job. At least until we moved to our own home.

With my husband away at work, I had abundance of time to spare everyday, but living in an underdeveloped part of the town I had few amenities to spend it on. This resulted in most of it being squandered doing nothing. But I couldn’t complain. It was a fresh marriage with an understanding and caring man.

I was never a fan of reading and there was only so much of television that I could watch. I didn’t really hit it off with the other women in my building. Unsurprisingly, sitting around all day in the house began to show on my bones. So I decided to make use of the nearby national park. For walks. For long, lonely walks to occupy my head and trim my frame. And, thus, a routine was born.

Fucking a wife on her anniversary when her husband was working [MF]

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As shown in the screenshot, one of my married plates was begging for me to come over and fuck her on her anniversary while her husband was away.

So a bit of an explanation beforehand: here in Melbourne we have a pretty full on lockdown happening, where we can only travel 5km away from home for non-essential people, however that rule doesn’t apply if you’re seeing a partner. Armed with that as an excuse, I drove down to her house in the morning. Parked a couple blocks away and then ran went to her house. Now this chick is someone I’ve only been seeing for a bit over a year, but this was the first time she wanted me in such an immoral way. So today would be the day that she fully became my slut. As for the husband, he’s a truck driver who leaves early morning and would be back in the arvo.

She answered the door wearing an awesome beige dress. Once the door was closed behind us, she jumps on me and we start making out. We keep kissing as I carry her to the master bedroom. I lay her on her marital bed and look over to the photo frame of her and hubby next to it, and say “happy anniversary” and then start eating her out.

My father in law seduced me [60M45F] [40M35F] Part 3 of 4

Michelle and Tony had been chatting for twenty minutes , he was definitely good at flirting like his father, the smile , the blue eyes the darker hair, the subtle confidence so attraction was not a problem , what she needed was a more direct sign he wanted to fuck. ” I know you say you hate dancing, so do I actually, but maybe we should try and have some fun yeah?” ” You know what , what the hell” Michelle led Tony out to the dance floor trying to stay on the opposite side she was fairly sure Bill and Alycia were dancing inappropriately and didn’t know how Tony would react.

My father in law seduced me Part 2 of 4

Brandi replayed what just happened in her mind , after she said she felt similar but asked how she would justify acting on it she put her head in her hands she had not noticed that Bill had gotten up and walked behind her, his strong hands gently started massaging the tenseness from her shoulders, her head fell back against his chest, when she opened her eyes his lips were moving for her’s , she was frozen her clit was screaming “Let it happen” when he kissed her it was sensual , he certainty was good at it, his hands moved from her shoulders down the front of her blouse massaging her tits , like a flash he un-hooked her bra exposing her ample tits, moaning softly she could feel his cock stiffen in his pants turning around un-zipping his pants and pulling it out in her hand began licking his balls up to his shaft.

My Father in law seduced me [60M45F][40M35F] Part 1 of 4

Brandi and Tony had been married for ten years , they had a normal marriage up and down but mostly up. Brandi was in the bath and was trying to get herself off Tony had been working a lot and their sex life had been suffering from it, she was trying to think sexy thoughts but the only thing that kept popping in was her wedding night, she never told Tony and never wanted too, she felt guilty that it made her so wet whenever she randomly thought of it when her father in law Bill was around. After their wedding ceremony her and all of her husbands groomsmen went bar hopping in the couple hours before the reception and Tony did the same with her brides maids it was a silly tradition in her mind but she went along with it.

My Son Wakes Me Up In A Surprising Way Part 8 (FINAL) (MF | Incest | Mom/Son | Reluctant)

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—Part 8

Seth and I continued our taboo relationship for months under my husband’s nose. We would meet while he was at work for intimate sex around the house. Then at night when he was asleep there was plenty of time for round 2. It had become a normal part of my daily routine. Being in my 40’s, I was in my sexual prime. A spry young man was just what I needed when my husband neglected my needs. The man was my son, that was where I had made a big mistake. I should have never allowed it to get this far.