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Welcome Home from my wife! [MF]

(Should preface this by saying this was about a month ago, and is a writeup of what happened after she posted in r/sex looking for advice! As always, hope you enjoy and sorry it’s a bit long) (Edited for formatting)

Spring and early summer are always tough for my wife and I, since I travel a lot on the weekends, and she’s draws several weeks of working overnights during those few months. With that in mind, it’s been a while since we’ve had any time for sex beyond a quick fuck when one of us is coming in or leaving for

She had some vacation days burning a hole in her schedule, so she took the week off. I still had to work, and I’d been stranded by car troubles in another state for an extra day. I was exhausted, and more than a bit cranky, so when I finally pulled into the garage I wanted nothing more than to have a drink, a quick meal, and crawl into bed. Preferably in that order Read more »

In Bloom [Mf][nc][abduction]

Staring at the rain collecting on his windshield, Jason Conine was searching for reasons not to turn around and leave the school parking lot. As the smell of coffee became more intense in the cabin of the small car, he went through a mental checklist. The pro side was not winning.

It had been 45 days since he was last in class. He took advantage of extended winter holiday and added on some of the vacation time he had been saving to have a nice long vacation with his wife, Karen. He thought they would finally try to start a family. She had different plans.

When they were married 8 years ago, the plan was for them to wait a couple years before they tried to have children. Karen had just started at her law practice and the expectation had been that she was okay with taking a couple breaks early in her career to have the two children Jason had so desperately wanted. As time went on and Karen began her ascension up the practice roster, she was no longer talked about taking those breaks. Read more »

I was fondled by dozens of old men at a Korean Spa [TM]

*Message From Aly: I’m back by popular demand! Thank you guys so much for like probably hundreds and hundreds of msgs here and on kik asking me to write more. I love you guys :)

So this one takes place shortly after this story: https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/4jayg6/first_night_at_college_ended_with_two_cocksm_in/

So back when this happened I was totally a virgin about sexual encounters and anything related to men. I had always been sexually repressed after going through so much in high school with transitioning and living in a conservative town. When I finally was able to live the way I always dreamed I’d live, the first few months on my journey were a bit awkward to say the least. I had no idea where to begin to find someone to want to explore with me. Yes, I thought I was good looking enough at 18-19 years old and with my petite body and feminine features thanks to HRT, I really didn’t worry about whether men would want me or not. I was more like afraid of the actual process since I was not pursued at all in high school. In fact, I was bullied like crazy for being a “sissy” or “gay”. Read more »

The Femdom Village

A chef from one of the restaurants his wife owns and a baker in another restaurant who was a kind elderly man who with the support from the femdom village achieved the rank of master baker. The femdom village received many tourists who were eager for the opportunity to practice female domination. Tourists knew in advance the activities that were carried out. Before entering the village, each visitor had to go to the New Visitor kiosk, where they were explained the rules within the femdom village. Female tourists had to be at least 18 years old and men had to be 21 years old to enter the village.

The women had freedom to go anywhere in the village while the men had to remove their clothes and leave them at the New Visitor kiosk along with wearing a chastity belt, and a collar and leash so they are always led by their Mistress. The collar had a barcode that had the Mistress ID so anyone that scanned the barcode knew who he belong to. Men could not use money in any establishment unless their Mistress gave them permission to buy something. In the femdom village, men resorted to being sexual objects or assistants to women. Read more »

[Fiction][Mf][nc] Finally Putting an End to My Niece’s Baiting

[Comments:

* The below story is entirely fictional – a fantasy concocted in the darker depths of my mind on a train journey written for my own, and hopefully other’s, enjoyment.

* While reading it, if you think it sounds familiar, that’s because it’s a resubmission of a previously deleted story, which I’ve made tweaks to (for the better I hope).

* Yes, there is a foot fetish element to it. Though it’s not the whole story, and I don’t think I go overboard. But if this isn’t your thing, feel free to not read on.

* This is my first such story (excluding the previously deleted one) so please do leave feedback.

* Finally, if the story triggers some unpleasant memories, please do speak to someone, ideally a professional.

Enjoy!]

**Finally putting an end to my niece’s baiting**

“I’m home, babe.” I announce after an especially long day at work.

Silence. No reply from my wife. But then I hear bare footsteps patter from the bedroom opposite mine, and a chirpy, youthful voice.

“She’s still at work Uncle Jay, they were short staffed and she’s doing the full day now.” Read more »

[MF] Hotel Room Fun

I walk into my room after a long day making sales and drop my breifcase in surprise as I saw a nude brunette woman on my bed. A laptop was set up across the narrow room, pointing the webcam at her. He was probably streaming live.

She looked up in response to the noise and saw me standing there, jaw dropped. She shrieked and covered herself in the sheets, bunching them up to cover her bare body. She reached and grabbed her white panties sitting on the corner of the bed and put them on, and said to me, “what are you doing in my room?”

“I’d have to ask the same. They just gave me a key for room 206 and here I am.” I held up my keycard, and she reached to the nightstand and held up her card. She threw on a pink T shirt that was thin enough to show her pokey nipples through the shirt. We went down to the lobby and the clerk said they’re full and we would have to share the room unless one of us wanted to give it up.

“I have a photo shoot in the morning.” She said. Read more »

Coming Home [MF] [Romance]

“Damn, it’s good to be home,” said a restless, but relieved Brian Porter.

The decorated marine, having achieved the rank of Staff Sergeant and served multiple tours in Iraq and Afghanistan, stood in the driveway of the modest suburban townhome he shared with his wife, Wanda. At just a few minutes past midnight, it was more than just a return home after another long tour overseas. It was the end of a journey that began ten years ago.

“Ten years,” Brian mused, “has it really been that long?”

That was a trick question, the kind that would’ve pissed off his old drill sergeant back in boot camp. It really had been that long. He vividly recalled the day he graduated high school and enlisted in the marines less than an hour after receiving his diploma. With his father, grandfather, older brother, and uncle having served, Brian knew back in middle school that he was going to serve as well.

He just had no idea how far it would take him. It started as a three-year commitment. Then, it became five years after he got deployed. Two more years followed, complete with tours, injuries, and multiple missed holidays. Somehow, within that span, he managed to meet his future wife at a Marine Corp Ball of all places. They’d married three years ago, but had to cut their honeymoon short due to another deployment. Read more »

The Continued Perks of Being a Nanny (2) [MF] [cheating]

I want to clear a few things up before I continue chatting with you guys about what was probably the most influential sexual experience of my life thus far. I flirted with Mr. Pierce for almost a year and a half before I slept with him the first time. Part 2 contains some of those details that I left out of part 1. As for the odd hours Mr. Pierce kept, He worked in international business (imports/exports I think), so it wasn’t uncommon for him to be dressed for video conference at any given time. And lastly, for those of you that asked, according to my mother, who worked for Mrs. Pierce (that’s how I started babysitting for them), Mr. and Mrs. Pierce got a divorce in 2016. Mrs. Pierce was remarried inside of 6 months, and my mother believes that she had been having an affair [too]. Read more »

Teasing Teacher

Ten years after graduating high school I still live in the same boring town. Sure, I’ve got a job that pays the bills but something is missing. After too many wasted credits, I stopped going to community college and just found what work I could find. Three failed relationships and a one-night-stand gone wrong later and I was on the verge of packing my stuff and driving until I ran out of gas and starting over.

That all changed with one flat tire.

I was on the side of a small road cursing my old car and venting my frustrations by whacking the flat tire with the tire iron. The spare I had just would not line up! I heard a car crunch over the gravel and stop just behind mine.

Great.

Wonderful.

Someone to see my shame.

I stood up, quickly smoothing down the short skirt I was wearing. I was too dressed up to be changing a tire on the side of the road. At least my interview was over already. I’d shed the suit coat I’d worn to be professional and was standing in heels, a tight tank top and skirt when I realized who was walking toward me. Read more »

A Shared Pleasure [MF] [anal] [oral] [cuck] [voy]

Bzzz.

 

An expensive phone rattled and turned slightly askew on the wooden desk where it sat. The desk was heavy and solid, made from expensive wood. It was located in a corner office in a small complex on the edge of town. Close enough to be convenient, but far enough from the city center to avoid the traffic jams.

 

The middle-aged man sitting at the desk didn’t look away from his computer. He wore professional looking glasses and his short-cropped hair had the first touches of gray. His fingers tapped away on the keys in a sporadic but precise rhythm. The spreadsheet in front of him was filled with sprawling numbers. A name plate on his desk read “Mr. Fields, CPA”.

 

Satisfied that another column was in order, he leaned back in his chair to look over his work. As he did the phone vibrated noisily again against his desk. Without looking away from the screen he reached over and retrieved it. There was a text message from his wife. His thumb swiped over the screen and the message sprang to the front.

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