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“Tell me more about how it feels when I pin you down and cum inside,” Jessica demanded.

Sanneke switched the phone to her other ear, the edge of one canine catching her lip. Her wife had a particular heat in her tone that was oh so familiar.

“It’s best when we fight,” she answered in a soft voice. Her bare footsteps made no noise at all as she wandered the living room of their New York penthouse flat, fingers trailing over the back of the couch in absent recollection. “I have a love-hate relationship with our fights. When you’re glaring at me and seething, when I’ve pushed you and tempted you and egged you on to *just* shy of that line between lust and actual anger… I love the anticipation of knowing I’m going to get what I deserve, but I never really *want* to ‘lose’. I don’t want to let you win – I want to be conquered.

ACCIDENTAL SWINGERS [mmff] [swing] [oral] [mast] [anal] [facials] [piss] [creampie] [creampie eating]

A few months ago, Valerie asked if I wanted to grab a cup of coffee after our workouts. I barely knew her, but we were friendly and so I said sure. She sported a very elegant diamond wedding ring, so I assumed she had a purpose in asking me out that would reveal itself during coffee. Instead, we just chatted for almost two hours, laughing, touching each other on the hands and legs. Finally, I just had to know.

“So, was there something you wanted to ask me or … was this just a social outing? Because it’s not a date … is it?” I asked, glancing at her ring.

“Oh,” she laughed anxiously, running her fingers over her ring. “No, no. No. I didn’t want to ask you anything. I just wanted to get to know you. I hope you didn’t think this was a date.”

“I didn’t,” I said. “I saw the ring. I just assumed there was something –”

“Nope. Just looking for new friends.”

[M]aking Cali[f]ornia love

Years ago, I was part of a reggae fusion band on the East Coast. We had some good times together, but then most of the members decided to go West and build their following out there. I was too attached to my hometown to pack up and leave everything behind, so I stayed. I did take them up and their offer to come out and visit them once they got themselves settled.

San Diego is a beautiful city with a small-town feel. The people are friendly and I found the women beautiful. My friends went out of their way to make me feel welcome. They took me around the neighborhood to meet people, and they spent their nights hosting open mic sessions in a loft, weed and laughter filling the air. It was a great environment.

During one particular night at the loft, a woman came in wearing a dark grey dress and a flower in her hair. The dress contrasted sharply with her lightly tanned skin. She was about 5’3”, had a tight, petite body and was very pretty. She definitely stood out, as everyone else was dressed in T-shirts, jeans and shorts. Then again, as one of the few black people there, I didn’t exactly blend in myself.

The Neighborhood: Part 9 [MF][Mdom][Oral][Mast][Exh][Sex][Swing][MC][SciFi]

**Chapter 16: Fiona and Jim Trade Off**

Another week passed, and Colin was successfully training Natalie to be his fantasy secretary. He’d managed to get her blowing him after just four days, and on the fifth, she went into it without even asking, assuming this was the replacement for handjobs. Each time, he’d asked the same thing, telling her a blowjob would be appreciated, and it took some time to have effect, the same with his daily comment of: “You have an amazing body, Natalie, you shouldn’t hide it so much.” According to the database, the request was working, but her appearance, her style of dress hadn’t really changed. It was something he had to look into.

He talked to his team about their mesh network—they didn’t try to call it anything else—the impedance efforts, all sorts of things that he wanted clarified, really, for his own personal use, but they took it in stride, and while they hadn’t met his first deadline, he still had progress to report at every Thursday afternoon executive meeting. Colin was getting a reputation as a solid manager, an ‘ideas guy’, one who could ‘put things into motion’, and someone who fit well in the culture.

When you’re not in Use, you’re on Display [MF]

This is a saying often said to me, by my husband. And I fucking love it.

My husband and I are happily married, in a Hotwife lifestyle. First of all, he is the love of my life. But he is also my Dom, my leader, my inspiration. I would do anything to make him happy, and he the same to me.

Often times, when I’m not fucking him or another man that he chooses, I’m on display. That means that I’m dolled up for the world to see and admire. I won’t place myself on a pedestal – that’s just not my type of personality. But I’ll be that eye candy, that trophy wife, that bimbo that most men enjoy.

I’m a yoga instructor. So while I’m working, I’m running around in tight form fitting yoga pants. Add a sexy low cut top, and that type of outfit proudly displays my body and status. I could be walking down the street, killing time at a coffee shop, or just hanging out, I’m on display in this cute, yet unassuming outfit. Heck, I could even wear a pair of heels (yes with yoga pants), to further accentuate this display. When I’m not in use, I’m on display.

[MF] My once in a lifetime, what-if opportunity with the girl of my dreams [long] [part 1?]

I’m finally at a point where I can talk about this without going insane. Here’s my will-they-or-won’t-they story that I’m writing now given some inspiration from some awesome posts these past weeks. I’ve actually had this written for a while now but never submitted. All of this insanity ended around three months ago.

I lead a small team in a finance company in the US. 32, 5’11, 190lb, I enjoy the outdoors but I’m certainly not fit or athletic. I’d give myself a 6/10, 7/10 if you include the cuteness factor (I’ve been told I’m a very lovable person). Kelsey joined my team about a year ago and started adding immediate value to a couple of projects I was having a hard time pushing on. She’s smart and a dedicated worker. She was also fine as hell. 25, 10/10. Half French, half Japanese. Tall, shoulder length black hair, slim but with crazy curves above and below the hips. She also had the most mesmerizing big, brown eyes with an elegant nose and pillowy lips that were on the cute side of pouty. When she smiles or laughs it’s genuine and you can feel her warmth and honesty. She was just a person you could hang out with and she would make you feel like the most interesting person in the room. Can you tell how head over heals I am? From a distance she reminds me of [Kristin Kreuk](https://www.supermanhomepage.com/images/smallville/season2-04-lana.jpg).

Unwittingly fulfilling a MILF’s fantasy on holiday [FM]

I’ve been living vicariously through you guys for a while so I thought I’d chip in with a tale or two of my own. Had this throwaway for a while and as I’ve got a day off I’ll try to write this up … first time so excuse any mistakes. This happened a couple of years ago, and for those looking for a marathon shagging session I apologise in advance .. this is 95% build up.

I’m male, Scottish, mid to late forties and divorced. I have a school aged boy with split custody … a few days midweek and every other weekend, but the ex-wife had recently been away so I was owed a week to myself. It was getting into the dark, cold autumn nights and mornings and I fancied a few days in the sun before winter properly kicked in. Sand between my toes, sun on my shoulders, cold beers and no commute to worry about in the morning.

I mentioned this at a meeting with my managers on a Friday afternoon and they started reeling off dates I couldn’t go away as I was needed for this project and that event, so asked,

A story of an old friend

I’m sitting across from her as we drink coffee and tea, her name is Kealaula, we knew each other since college, and had our fun while we were there. Her boyfriend at the time was a buddy of mine, and we somehow convinced her it be a good idea for a threesome, another story for another time. Either way, we both grew up, she got married as well as I, both have kids, but still keep in touch, even if things on my end got really complicated. I turned into a sex addict, I use sex to run from my issues and blame everyone else for my problems, she’s one of the few that got that about me and still wanted to be friends no matter what, even after my wife ordered me to break ties with all female friends. Somehow we stayed in touch through all that, and recently it’s been hard not wanting more from her.

We start talking about how work is going and how our significant others are, and I ask her how her sex life is. She smiles and just says good, I look her in the eyes and I see that there’s more to her answer.

Young new guy in town (MF) (milf) (romantic)

Jenny started noticing him a few weeks into the season. He met her eye contact a week later. At first, Jenny thought maybe he was the college son of one of the wealthy ranch families, the ones that descended to Montana with their Wall Street money and priced out the rest of us who’ve been here for a hundred years. They always seemed to send their teenagers for the summer, you know, to have an “authentic” cowboy experience.  
He had a young face. He sat straight and stoically, dark neat hair and a short beard. He always wore jeans and a simple black T-shirt.
He arrived at the diner always at 7am, and he always sat in Brenda’s section.  The day of their first conversation was a pretty slow Tuesday. After he paid for his black coffee and bacon and left, Jenny went about her business of organizing the diner’s display of pies in the glass cabinet.
She reached deep into the cabinet and had to bend down awkwardly to not mess up the pies in the back.
She heard the door chime again and thought “Good, I hope this customer orders something more than coffee.”
“Excuse me ma’am?” It was the bearded college dude. Jenny didn’t expect his deep voice.

[MM] Sex Bender [M,MF]

My boyfriend (27, gay) and I (25m, bisexual) had plans to fly out to Boston/New Hampshire for a week before going to a wedding down in Cape May, PA. We have used to live in NH for many years, so we had friends that could stay with.

At the time my boyfriend’s dad was living with his fiancée, whom we did not like. No accommodations were talked about or made, so we had planned to stay with his ex-wife/ the mother of my boyfriends siblings in Boston. We didn’t mention this to his dad and just assumed it would be fine to do, since we only needed a night before we planned on heading up to NH. When he found out shit hit the fan and it was agreed by his mother and father they would split a hotel (one for the first night we were there and one the last night before the wedding). Inconvenient but we rolled with it .

We stocked up on some wine and snacks from Whole Foods and after some discussion we decided we would have some fun and have some guys over. Queue in Grindr.