One for the Road (MC, MF)

Same as my last post: my apologies if this is similar to anyone else's story. Let me know if it is. Let me know anything you'd like, actually.

My wife and I had a rule when we went out socially. If I drive one time, she drives the next. It's not ideal, but it allows each of us to have a fun night out drinking with friends or alone without having to resent the other for always having all the fun.

The New Year's Party was an exception, we had carpooled and each got a little drunk. But it was her time to drive tonight, this cold February night. We left the restaurant, waving our goodbyes to the Walkers as I navigated ice patches in the parking lot to the front seat of our SUV. I stepped up and sat into the seat as Leslie turned the engine on and let it heat for a moment. We puttered out of the parking lot, the heat kicking in as my head sort of drifted right into the passenger side window.

Babysitting for the Jones’ [fmf]

Cleaning up after myself downstairs, then checking on the kids upstairs. I didn't hear you enter the house. The carpet cushioned your foot steps. As I exited the bathroom I jumped, surprised by your presence. My heart slammed in my chest as I tried to calm down. You chuckled, your laugh thick and warm. It made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. I blushed softly. Although you were almost twice my age, I found you very attractive. The mature, musk, and slightly rough look you had made me feel warm in side.

I've found myself wet the nights you drop me off at home. Pretty sure that you would smell me from under my short skirt. I made sure to wear whenever I came over. Definitely sure you peaked at my ass when I got out. Did you think I couldn't see the proof in your pants?

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[mf] My Wife’s Mother

My wife, Beth, and her mother, Ruth, were flying to Colorado today to visit Beth's brother. They were downstairs packing. We had to leave in about twenty minutes for the airport. After dropping them off I had planned to go to a party our firm was throwing for some clients. I was in my home office upstairs answering an e-mail when Ruth appeared in the doorway. I said, "Ready to go?" She leaned against the doorframe and pulled up her dress to show me she had no panties on. Her grey pussy hair was matted from the moisture of her hot cunt. "John, you could say so; meet me in your bathroom." Senior citizens running around with no underwear, what's the world coming to?

She kept her dress on high as she passed me, wiggling her ass, and went into my private bath. My dick was hard from the sight of her well used pussy and ass. My cock knew both very well. I entered the bathroom, and I saw Ruth had bent over the counter with her dress up on her back. Her naked pussy was gleaming with her desire and she reached between her legs rubbing her clit. "Get your pants off, John, we don't have much time. Beth might come up any minute looking for me." I unzipped my pants and pulled my cock out. Even after twenty years, the sight of her wet cunt still got me hard quickly. I notched the beast into her pussy and pushed it home.

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This is a Part One of a story I wrote for my wife titled, ‘My Professor Rocks!’… Enjoy. [Mf]

Author's Note: This is the first time I've ever shared any of my writing with the public. If you enjoy this, please let me know and it will continue to post the remaining parts, thanks.

You are a young, intelligent Archeology graduate student. You have a very manageable two years of tutelage remaining before realizing the fruition of all your efforts in the form of legitimately endorsed eligibility for the Doctorate Individual Subject Assessment and Individual Thesis Layout, which is a graded and timed assessment requiring successful introduction of a newly developed hypothesis/theorem the correlates with your chosen field of study. Needless to say, the majority of time spent is consumed by a amorous devotion to the quest for a well deserved prefix of Dr. More often than not in an anxious state of mind, mentally shifting between an unavoidable fear so intense that your natural view of the world may become twisted into stress induced hallucinations and irrational phobias.

My first stab at erotic fiction. Looking for any and all advice.

So I'm completely new here, and wondering if I have any scrap of talent at this. Below is most definitely a first draft (I haven't even edited it yet) but I'm posting to gain first impressions and any/all perspective.

Anyway… thanks for reading! PM me if you'd like to speak privately. Otherwise, I look forward to reading your comments.


She walked into her apartment hours after sunset and switched on the lights. Finishing a email on her phone in her right hand, she stopped to place down her bag and lifted her left leg let up behind her to remover her shoe. The other shoe came off immediately after pressing the send button, and was thrown in the corner along with her bag. She hated her feet, she always had. No amount of pedicures could cure their awkward shape, she thought, and she hated the way that they never fit in any of her shoes. She took herself into her kitchen and unbuttoned the top button on her blouse as she reached for the bottle of wine she opened last night and poured the last few drops. After uncorking another bottle and venturing into the living room, she sat down on the couch and gazed out onto the city.

Once She Goes Black . . .

There are so many stories out there from white guys who admit that they want to see their wives and girlfriends whore for black cock or who want a "slut wife" that they can whore out to groups of black guys. I just can't believe so many guys don't know how to make actually make it happen and so I offer this formula that has worked for me and several of my friends that shared mutual interests. First, you should know that when it comes to black cock, there are three kinds of women: One group will never, ever try it, no matter what you say or do. If your wife or girlfriend is in that category and you have these desires, you'd better find yourself a whore or a new girl. Another group is women who will whore for black cock no matter what you say or do. If you introduce her to black cock, don't ever think of changing your mind, because she'll do anything to cheat on you and whore for black cock every chance she gets so you have to be prepared that this could happen to you. The third group is women who would probably enjoy whoring for black cock if they were only given a slow introduction that somewhere down the line lets them know they have your permission to be a nasty little whore. Guys with these women are by far the largest group of men out there. If you really want your wife to be a slut for black cock, you have to take it slowly but HAVE A PLAN! One of the more successful methods is to begin to frequently bring home videos that exclusively have interracial scenes in them. Whatever you do, and you want to be successful, don't start off by showing her an aggressive group of black guys gang-fucking a white slut! You should work your way toward that though, over a period of several weeks, since that should be your ultimate goal in turning her into a total slut for black cocks, but you need to start off slowly. When you first begin and you're watching an interracial scene in a video, its very important to let her know how much it turns you on – not by telling her, but by showing her! Assuming that as you watch the videos, you're making love to her by kissing and caressing her, slowly, make sure her pussy gets wet as you play with her, then begin to eat her pussy more aggressively as interracial scenes are showing, and when you strip her and begin to fuck her, make sure you try to fuck her deeper and harder than you do when you're not watching an interracial video. Let the way you "work her" while watching black men using white women, leave no doubt in her mind that seeing that pretty white whores doing black cock really makes you hot and results in her getting better sex. For the rest of this guide go to http://spadesmag.blogspot.com/p/how-to-get-your-wife-to-cuckold-you.html?zx=60fcd4e6bc19b9f0

Next Generation Christian Kingdom Ch.05: To Protect & Empower (Part 14)

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Chris looked at the paddle that he caught with one hand. The paddle part of it was half the width of a ping-pong paddle, and the handle was round, long and thick.

Anthony continued as he walked out the door, "The handle can get a bit tricky to hold when it gets wet, but I'm sure you'll figure it out."

With the door closed, Chris focused his attention on Linda. He pondered how best to proceed with her. Should he begin with the paddle or the handle? He figured he had already given some attention to her sex, so he took the paddle by the handle in his right hand, and delivered a sound crack to her backside. Linda let out an anguished cry, but otherwise seemed to take it well.

Chris then began to wonder what level he could take this. To that end he delivered a rapid succession of smacks working from the very top of her bottom to lower part of her thighs. He kept it up longer than what he would have thought possible, but it appeared that Linda could take it all.

Next Generation Christian Kingdom Ch.05: To Protect & Empower (Part 12)

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Anthony's office was quite large. There was at least 20 feet between the back of the chair Chris was sitting in and the office door. After about a minute the door opened and in walked a devastatingly beautiful woman.

She was wearing a long, cream-colored overcoat, and as soon as she closed the door, she dropped it to the floor as she walked towards Chris. Underneath the coat she wore an aquamarine satin dress that appeared to Chris to be more of a negligee than anything else.

From the moment she entered the room her eyes were locked on Chris. Once she was within a foot of Chris she dropped to her knees with her legs wide apart; her head tilted slightly to her left; her arms locked behind her back, and then stared up at Chris with a passionate desire in her eyes.

Chris could tell she was older than he, but her beauty was ageless. Her breasts, while not large, were firm without a bra. Her skin was smooth, and begged to be stroked. Her lips were parted, and pleaded to be kissed. She looked very familiar to him, then he realized she looked just like the actress in one of his all-time favorite movies, Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid. He marveled at how much she looked like Katherine Ross.

Next Generation Christian Kingdom Ch.05: To Protect & Empower (Part 10)

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Anthony paused for a moment, looked up to the ceiling, then exhaled loudly. Looking back at Chris, he continued, "We're getting way off topic and time is running out. Men and women are different, and as long as you don't approach those differences as one being better than the other, then emphasizing those differences can be a very good thing.

"That said, we in this kingdom seek to maximize the benefits of marriage by maximizing the differences between the men and women in them. To do this we start at the top with the King and Queen who together provide the guidance to establish our kingdom as profoundly paternalistic one, with sharply distinct roles for the men and women in it. These roles are created for you to learn from them, and what you should learn will take much longer than today to understand, so keep that in mind as I continue.

"To establish this paternalistic kingdom the King and Queen have created three classifications among the adults that have different rules apply to them. These classifications are men, women and maidens. The main distinction between women and maidens is that women are married, and maidens are not. There are married and unmarried men, but there are no rules that apply to them differently.