In the steam room part 2, by Katie Gatt

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Yes, joked Louise, go and get it, slave! They’re in the cellar down by the guest room.

You rolled your eyes a little but complied, standing up and reaching for your towel, but Katie grabbed it from you.

No, slaves stay naked, she quipped with a wink.

You sighed, and walked out into the cool freshness of the house to look for a bottle, your lock jangling as you walked. Now was your chance to impress them, though. You had a pretty good nose for wine, and if you could choose the perfect bottle then surely it would help rebuild your stature in their eyes. You reached the cellar and began perusing their collection, eventually selecting a 10 year old Shiraz that you knew to be drinking perfectly now. Walking with more of a spring in your step, you returned to the steam room, opened the door, and shuffled inside.

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In the steam room part 1, by Katie Gatt

She still hadn’t unlocked the cage and it had been 3 weeks already, and now she was making you go with her to her mom and stepdads new house. Any hope you had that she might have mercy and relieve your pent up balls was dispelled quickly on the drive out there.
No, I didn’t bring the key, if that’s what you’re about to ask.
You shifted uncomfortably in the seat and heard her giggle and then she reached over and squeezed the metal apparatus that had prevented you cumming for almost a month.
You loved this woman but goddamn, she was really taking this denial game to a new level.
Not that it affected her too much. You were licking that pussy of hers morning and night. In the mornings she just needed a little pick me up before work, so you got on your knees in the shower and held her by the butt so her legs didn’t give way. In the evenings you ate her out until she pushed you away and fell asleep. All the time your cock was straining against its tethers.

I’m not a slut, really! [FF]

Okay, I’m not a slut, that is, I’m not gunna to spread my legs for any guy that comes along. I am, actually quite fussy with males. With females, however, I am not so fussy- well, okay, I am a slut. Don’t get me wrong, I love a decent cock, in my mouth, in my pussy, occasionally up my ass, I love it. I also love a tongue, in my mouth, in my pussy even up my ass, it’s a lot of fun. I gotta say though, I love a woman’s body next to mine, her pussy under my mouth, her touch on my breasts, everywhere. I love a dick in me and I love the fingers of a woman in me, pleasuring me. I guess that makes me bi, which is okay.

I gave my virginity to the first guy I dated, way back in high school. It was uncomfortable in the back of his dad’s car. It was also messy, it hurt, but I can say that he was considerate, came quick and got off. At first, he was embarrassed, I think, but then after that, he turned into an asshole. I had no say in it, he wanted sex, I was expected to give it, until I just got fed up with his bullshit. When I told him “no” he wasn’t going to accept that, so I got out the car and walked and jogged the five miles home. Next thing I knew I was being abused at school for being a slut.

The Babysitter | CH.01 | [M40s, f20] [Cheating] [Age gap]

I had been fighting tirelessly to steer my relationship away from the downfall that would be our divorce. But then she called to me, like a siren through the mist. And I was drawn to her. How could I resist? Little did I know, the call came from the direction I should have been steering all along.

It saved my marriage.

Her name was Camille. Cami, for short. And I was enamored with her from the moment I opened my front door and saw her soft, pink lips stretch out into a smile and form dimples in her freckled cheeks.

She was just twenty years old, inquiring about the babysitter job I had advertised for. I was only vaguely listening as she introduced herself, lost in the gaze of the deepest blue eyes I had ever seen. Their allure only made more potent by the contrast of her creamy, white skin.

I invited her in and the sleek, blonde hair that always seemed to fall perfectly straight down her back brushed against me and wafted the scent of coconut shampoo over my nose.

[40M25F] giving into failure [sort of Noncon, hatefucking, pregnancy, lactation, finally breaking]

(Hey everyone! This is a followup to my previous story –
https://www.reddit.com/user/ddrhererdd12/comments/xn0ikj/passing_your_last_class/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share and a desperate attempt to actually finish a story I started :) let me know what you think!)

That end of semester was a low point for you, watching all your friends graduate, picking up their diploma. And you were stuck going back next year, with the same professor. You couldn’t even think of a way to get the police involved without ruining yourself. Everyone in your family would disown you for those videos, and no one would believe him.

The morning sickness made it even worse. Knowing that he claimed you, that he put something inside of you that would be there forever. You just hoped you’d be able to graduate before you needed to start worrying about the baby.

So you prepped. You read all your notes that entire summer, holing yourself in your shitty little apartment. Doing nothing besides working and studying. You even missed everyone else’s going away parties you were that focused. You did not have any other choice; this last semester was your last shot.

Sensual story of the best sex me [F] and my husband [M] have had in years!

I am a little nervous sharing my story, but I am also so excited that I want to share it with all the world. Last week I had the best sex of my life.

I am an older woman, old enough to have two children in their early teens and I’ve been married for 15+ years. The first years the sex was amazing and both me and my husband were very happy. During my pregnancy with our first child, let’s call him Nathan, I felt so fat and ugly like you cannot imagine, but my husband was very supportive and would engage in various intimate actions whenever I wanted. However, during my second pregnancy, and I don’t want to make it sound like he was in any way bad, but… he didn’t go out of his way to tell me that I looked beautiful like he did during my first pregnancy, and I guess that did take a toll on me. Even after the pregnancy was over and I gave birth to the most beautiful girl in the world (totally unbiased opinion btw! :P) and I lost most of my excess, my husbands sex drive withered away. We haven’t had really, really good sex for over 10 years at this point.

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The time my boyfriend 27[M] and I 25[F] went to a Swinger’s night

A few days ago, something incredible surreal happened. Marco and I went to a Swinger Club Event trying out new things. It was a nice evening, not too many people, since it was a weekday and the club and theme itself were awesome. Each guest got an elegant face mask which had to be worn in nearly every area. Marco suggested that we could fuck other people even if we weren’t together. I figured I would probably get a lot more action than him, and I agreed.

 

We changed into our club outfits and after a quick tour through the club and a ‘beginner’s guide’ done from the personnel (we told them beforehand that we were new to this), we went to the bar area. Near immediately we got swarmed by men who offered to pay my drink, which I happily accepted. Marco saw that I had everything in control and moved to a different area after getting a drink himself and successfully chatted up some women (Because of his physique he stood quite out compared to most other men).

 

My Wife Hired a Sex Therapist, Part 2 (genuinely good sex advice, MF, drama)

You don’t have to read Part 1 first to understand this one. If you like this, check out my 3-part Latvian Sister-in-Law series.

With his wife’s permission, Tyler has been having an affair with his brother’s ex-wife, Anna, for several years. Anna recently married Dave, a charming Don Juan lawyer from Costa Rica. Anna still wants an open marriage so she can occassionally be with Tyler, but Dave is so attractive that Tyler can’t compete for her affection. Even Cammie started sleeping with Dave. Now Tyler has been having sex less than ever.

In Part 1, Cammie offered to help by sending Tyler to a sex therapist named Jenny Waters. Apparently, Cammie didn’t know that Jenny likes to take a hands-on approach.

I’m sure that my wife, Cammie, noticed that I was acting strangely. It had been three days since my first session with Jenny. To say that the treatment had been unconventional would be a major understatement. She was a sexy, confident woman in her mid 20s that helped her male clients with their sex lives by actually having sex with them. She rocked my world by fucking me better than I had been fucked in months. She said it was just an ice breaker and the next session would be different.

[M48] I fucked my daighter’s best [F19]riend (fiction)

My wife divorced me 4 years ago. We share custody of our daughter Lena who is 22. Lena always likes that I’m more lenient then her mother. Lena wanted to have a sleep over but her mom said no. Lena asked me and I said yes as long as it’s not over 4, 5 people at max. I also told Lena she’d have to clean up after. She agreed, Lena invited her friends here and they spent most of the time on their phones watching TikTok’s or whatever girls that age do. I left them alone, went to my room and watched TV. I went downstairs to get myself a drink around 4am. I saw the girls sleeping on the floor in their sleeping bags/blankets/pillows in their cute pajamas. I was just there to make sure they’re okay as I tip-toed back upstairs.

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Told my wife (37) about a girl who was sexting me (34) and we had the best sex of our lives [MF]

The boring part: My wife (we’ll call her W) and I have been together for 10 years, and the sex has always been good but typically vanilla because she’s pretty insecure and hold back a lot. For the record, I think she’s the most beautiful girl in the world and I love her body, but she struggles with self image. This past weekend she was out of town so I took our kids to a college football tailgate to hang out a bit. Our kids are young (4 and 2), so I had put notes in their pockets with my contact info in case they got lost. When I got home, I got a text from a girl (we’ll call her H) who found one of the notes and had an apparent daddy kink, and started getting really flirty and sending pictures.