*This is going to be a multi chapter story that will take us down many roads of sexual perversions. Enjoy and be patient as the story comes to life.*
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*This is going to be a multi chapter story that will take us down many roads of sexual perversions. Enjoy and be patient as the story comes to life.*
*This is a long one, folks. But I think it’s necessary to capture the dynamic at play. I’ve included some page breaks if you want to skip to the sexy stuff. It’s hard to describe in words how it feels to exchange power during sex. But I’ve tried. Let me know what you think.*
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Apparently some wise person once said that everything in life is really about sex – except sex, which is really about power.
As a bratty switch, I’ve always been fascinated with power dynamics during sex. What precipitates the shift of power from one person to another. What tips me over the edge from stubborn, disobedient brat to panting, wanton slut… and then suddenly to cold, wry dom. Deciphering what we’re really trying to get from sex, beyond the hot wet colliding and crescendos.
All this is to say, when an opportunity like what happened last week presents itself, I’m going to be intrigued.
I moved house a few weeks ago, into an old villa rented with three other incredible women. It’s a good vibe, cosy and wholesome (and the walls are thicker than my last place… ha). Last week there were builders working on the outside of our house.
It was Halloween, one of my favorite holidays before I had kids, but especially after. Stella usually had to work at some point on those days, but I would go big getting Gabby and Smith ready and taking them trick-or-treating. Stella participated when she could.
Once the kids felt they were too old or too cool to go door to door, they still enjoyed the holiday by helping me decorate, hand out candy, or being my partners in crime for my epic annual Stella scare which was when I took years off my wife’s life by scaring the shit out of her in a creative way, thus her vowing to take my life entirely.
Smith and I were assigned to candy distribution, Stella was working until 11pm, and Gabby was getting ready to go to a party with Mitch and her friends. Teenage screaming came from the TV as I closed the door on the most recent group of trick-or-treaters and glanced up to see Gabby, about to descend the staircase.
She was wearing a short as hell, acid washed, denim skirt that left way too much smooth leg exposed down to a pair of black Chuck Taylors. That was shocking enough but taking in her costume above the waist had me gritting my teeth and balling my free hand into a fist.
Carol’s nice, pretty, thicc, tattooed, and more than slightly crazy.
Out of the blue, she found me on FaceBook and said she was recently divorced, was bi, and wanted a threesome. She started sending first relatively benign pictures, then tit pics, then her with a mega-cucumber buried inside her.
I talked with my wife and at first she was a hard pass… “She’s fucking crazy.” But I argued that she was hot and willing. At our age (50s) we don’t often have cute 30-somethings who want to get naughty.
So we decided to go for it. My wife didn’t want her to come to our place, because of the cray-cray factor so we went to hers. We get there and find she’s pretty drunk/high already and is wearing transparent lingerie. It was actually very impressive. She has a fantastic body and is super-cute. She wanted to get right down to business, but I told her we should share a bottle of wine I’d brought. So we sat together on the couch, me in the middle and drank our wine. Well, we started to…
Years ago, I had a cat named Ketchup, who despite his many idiosyncrasies and chronic health problems was just the sweetest cat. This is the story of how for a little while, but still far too long, he managed to make my sex life really, really weird.
My wife and I have been together since college and I’m still in love and in lust with her. We’re not melting each other’s brains every night like we did when we were teenagers, but we still have sex a few times a week: slow and romantic sex, fingering her over the kitchen sink, sleepy morning sex, quickies before we leave for work, fun nights of bondage and domination, forced orgasms, wake-up sex in the middle of the night, and even some cnc scenes.
This is not about those things. This is about what happened when Ketchup lost his teeth and had to go on a diet.
In true gwstories fashion, I will now describe the major player. Player, singular, because keep in mind, this is a cat story. Ketchup was big-boned, exceptionally fluffy, and had tabby stripes the color of peaches and cream. When he scrunched his neck into his shoulders he looked like an Elizabethan gentleman wearing a ruff. He had a loud purr interspersed with coos like a pigeon, was deviously smart when he needed to be, and was also just a little bit wall-eyed.
I come from a pretty conservative background. Though, I’ve always tried to see people as people and hold back judgement despite a lot of my relatives differing views. I’m happily married with no plans on changing that. I did have my ring on going out. It had been a rough week and I decided to let off some stress at a club. Dancing. By myself. There’s a certain freedom in it. This cute petite red head gravitated towards me. We started dancing. It was a fun evening. We bought our own drinks. We barely touched beyond some playful dips and twirls, truthfully. We did chat and get to know each other.
At last call Anna asked if I would walk her out to her car. It’s a pretty rough neighborhood and I was glad she let me escort her out. When we got to her car I gave her a hug and said thanks for a fun evening. We exchanged numbers saying we should do this again. She hops on her hood and slipped the top of her dress. I was left staring at these beautiful perky B cup tits. Her nipples just a little hard.
Writing some short stories about all the crazy weekends my ex-wife and I have had from May until Nov 2021.
**[Took the Blue Pill]**
I don’t have ED or anything. I just wanted to try the over-the-counter male enhancement pill, mostly to see if they worked and if it was really as good as I heard. I started my search but ended up dealing mostly with ineffective substitutes or unhappy side effects. Finally getting ahold of a substitute that worked for me and was successful in a one-handed trial.
You might ask, why even get this at all? The reason was, Chelsea and I had been hooking up for a little over a month by this point and our relationship was still at the “getting back in each others good graces” stage. Spicing up an afternoon sounded like a lot of fun and I was eager to surprise her with it.
I don’t know what it is, when a sexy little slut on redditt is in my messages talking about how they are so much better than my wife, and how they would sneak in at night and fuck me. Drives me insane.
Im in a poly marriage and my wife has a girlfriend. Daddy needs a new slut.
I would LOVE for a female to message me and tell me how they would ruin my marriage. Be as detailed and as slutty as you’d like 😈🥵
Previous Chapter – [https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/r0mkg3/empire_vader_ch_3_vader_shaak_ti_maris_brood/](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/r0mkg3/empire_vader_ch_3_vader_shaak_ti_maris_brood/)
**Chapter 4 – The Lost Apprentice**
Character Art – [https://imgur.com/a/GGspoMZ](https://imgur.com/a/GGspoMZ)
Planet – Saleucami
In an empty street, a young Togruta woman fought a trio of Black Sun operatives. Twin vibroblades ripped and tore through flesh and bone. The criminals stood no chance against Ahsoka Tano, late of the Jedi Order, survivor of the Clone Wars and former student to Anakin Skywalker. The Chagrian, the last of the thugs, hadn’t bothered to beg. Instead the blue skinned man ran off, reaching for his blaster before the Togruta fell on him. With all the times she had come across criminals and ben forced to stand by as they weaseled their way out of trouble, the ex-Jedi had no problem sending this particular set off to the void.
The galaxy can always use less hired murderers and spice peddlers
Since Vader had declared himself in charge of Palpatine’s nascent Empire, the universe was in short supply of justice in her mind. With the criminals no longer around to rob or cheat people in Panto-Alus, Ahsoka continued on to the goal that had actually brought her to the planet. She was late, but she didn’t mind. Making Senator Riyo Chuchi sweat a little almost made Ahsoka smile.
Previous Chapter available via my Profile.
Chapter 4 – The Lost Apprentice
Planet – Saleucami
In an empty street, a young Togruta woman fought a trio of Black Sun operatives. Twin vibroblades ripped and tore through flesh and bone. The criminals stood no chance against Ahsoka Tano, late of the Jedi Order, survivor of the Clone Wars and former student to Anakin Skywalker. The Chagrian, the last of the thugs, hadn’t bothered to beg. Instead the blue skinned man ran off, reaching for his blaster before the Togruta fell on him. With all the times she had come across criminals and ben forced to stand by as they weaseled their way out of trouble, the ex-Jedi had no problem sending this particular set off to the void.
The galaxy can always use less hired murderers and spice peddlers
Since Vader had declared himself in charge of Palpatine’s nascent Empire, the universe was in short supply of justice in her mind. With the criminals no longer around to rob or cheat people in Panto-Alus, Ahsoka continued on to the goal that had actually brought her to the planet. She was late, but she didn’t mind. Making Senator Riyo Chuchi sweat a little almost made Ahsoka smile.