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Niceman Black and The Sabbat (Fantasy short story)

Niceman Black must save his wife from the throes of her sickness. To do that, he must go stray into a land that even the strongest and most devout of his village fear: The Forest. But when he ventures into those evil woods, he encounters debauched displays of depravity far beyond his Puritan ken — witches, village hypocrites, demigoddesses, and demons — all abound and entwined. Will he be able to last the night and obtain the cure for his wife, or will his mind succumb to the power of the red woman and her demonic lover?

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A quick jog turns into a quick fuck in a mini van with a married man!![FM]

There is a small lake near where I live with a 3 mile loop that is popular with joggers. After eating way too much over the holidays, I decided to go run. Maybe it was due to the near freezing temperature or maybe it’s the holidays, but the loop didn’t have the normal amount of joggers as a normal Sunday.

During the first lap around the lake I was focused on my breathing and cadence, but sometime during second lap I start to notice a cute guy with a full beard trailing me. I knew he wasn’t a runner and I could leave him in the dust if I picked up my pace, instead I decided to slow down and let him catch up and run besides me. We locked eyes, greeted each other and during the run we made some small talk. After another lap, I could tell he was starting to slow down and instead of injuring his ego I asked to stop and decided to stretch. Read more »

My life and sexual stories as a small town Indian girl [MF][MMF]

I’m an ordinary Indian girl from the state of West Bengal. As expected my family was extremely conservative when it comes to love at the school age, so forget about sex. My whole school life was in a girl only school, so I was little bit shy to talk with boys.

After the school ended, I came to the city I dreamt about, Kolkata for my college life. I put more effort to studies so that at the end I could find a job, so there was so time for romance. There were plenty of boys in my college who used to love me secretly. I’m really good looking with an attractive body which would make any man hard. But I didn’t care the attention that time.

My engineering ended, and I got a job.. yayyy. Now my life was stabled, so I thought of starting my sexual life.
I was in touch with one of mate who was my crush throughout my college as he was the topper and very sharp. One fine evening we went for drink, we drank so much and came to my place to sleep. Read more »

Working things out [MF] [Light FemDom] [Long]

We’re sitting on a park bench, watching the stars come out. Just as I think to myself how lovely the view is, you muse whether or not we should have actually ended things and that you still have feelings – but you’re unsure of what to do about them. Everything suddenly feels like it’s happening in slow motion as I turn to you in disbelief.

Relationships are hard – open relationships just crank the difficulty level to 11. And after a summer of dabbling, you decided that it wasn’t for you or your wife. Dating more than one person only works if everyone is on board and that was no longer the case. In reality I’m torn – I want to do do the right thing at all times but catch myself fantasizing about tying you to a tree so I can come up with new and creative ways of making your knees buckle. It’s fine. I can justify it as long as those thoughts stay inside, unsaid. Just like I’ve been telling myself for the past year. But with creeping dread I realize that none of this matters, not all this time being Just Friends, not all the good intentions; the only thing that matters to me is the next few words out of your mouth. “What would happen if my circumstances had changed?” Read more »

The vacation part 5 [m][f][f]

The vacation part 5

At formal night everyone is dressed to the nines. My Wife and Amy are both in gorgeous gowns. Amy’s green dress accentuates her curves and complements her eyes although it’s hard to keep my eyes on her face with her big tits almost falling out of the neckline of her dress. My wife is in a strapless knee-length dress with sequins highlighting her bust, her tits aren’t as big as Amy’s though they are more perky, my wife’s ass is perfectly round filling out the curves of the dress that hugs and skims her soft skin effortlessly. I unabashedly stare at them both thinking how much I love how her ass looks in a throng.
I casually walk behind them so I can admire them both feeling myself starting to get hard as I think about what happened in my room earlier. All of the sudden I look up and realize we are at the restaurant with the rest of our travel group and are being shown to our table. We sit down for dinner and my daughter sits between my wife and I. We begin to look over the menu and out of nowhere my daughter looks up and asks, “Dad, why does Amy always sit next to you?” Read more »

Wearing his wife’s panties {MF} (Oral) [Cheating] {Panty Fetish}

“Come on! You know you want to help make these panties all dirty so you can use them to jack off while I’m away. Hurry up, we don’t have much time!”
“Don’t use my love for the smell of your pussy against me. Just give me a pair of yours.”
“It’s too risky, what if you leave them lying around? Besides me wearing her panties is already making you hard.” As if to prove my point he palmed his hand against the erection already straining against his jeans. If he didn’t touch me soon I was going to have to start touching myself.

I have been seeing Michael for a few months now, and we’ve been fucking like rabbits since the first week we met. He’s married, but I don’t care. I’ll be honest I love the sneaking around, the risk, being his little home-wrecking whore. He’s a dirty fuck and I can’t get enough. Normally I can get him to do anything just by asking but I could see he was hesitant this time. I’m lounging on their bed, my back pressed against the cool headboard a couple of pillows under my ass. Michael’s wife is at work and I’m in their bed wearing nothing but a pair of her soft grey cotton panties. Michael has a panty fetish, I’m always catching him rifling through my hamper. Last week I caught him with a pair of my panties wrapped around his shaft and another pair pressed into his face. I’ll be gone for two weeks, and he asked me to leave him an extra dirty pair. I promised I would, but this isn’t at all what he expected. Read more »

The Valley of Love – Chapter 1-3 [Summer Love][Masturbation]

>Dear readers,
>
>The following is the chapters 1-3 of a short novel I am writing. Inspired by the beautiful environment of the Song Köl alpine lake, I invite you to follow along this adventure of self-discovery and ephemeral summer love. [Here](https://imgur.com/Hl05ShI) is the cover if you wish to picture better this story’s setting.
>
>As always, you are more than welcome to leave a comment, suggestions or criticisms.
>
>Layli ♥

# The Valley of Love

## Chapter 1: The Wind

I was looking through the window, focusing on the road unravelling under us. The ground constantly renewed, creating the impression of a looping abstract work of art in ocher, grey, and green tones. The fear that had taken up residence in my chest clung to the steep cliffs that lined the road as if it was trying to make me believe that this danger was the one I was worried about.

While the fear of death certainly bothered me, it was also somewhat reassuring. There is an immediacy in death that offers comfort in the face of the unknown I was about to face, the unknown which already surrounded me with its dark veils and unintelligible sounds. My hands were shaking, first because of the growing vibration from the road, and then because the fear in my stomach was creeping into my extremities as if my whole body was struggling between staying put or running away. Read more »

[F] I let married men fuck me because the thrill is amazing

Typical home-wrecker who can’t keep her legs closed here! As the title says…I *love* married men, especially older ones.

Most of the ones I’ve hooked up with have mainly been friends Dad’s who are a little bored with their wife. That’s where I happily step in! Nothing makes me hornier when a man is willing to risk his entire marriage/family for the opportunity of plowing me.

I’m not the most attractive girl but I do have the tits to make up for it. How do I know this? Most tell me! If I didn’t have such a large pair of breasts, they wouldn’t be balls deep in me. And I also find that hot!

Here’s to all the married men who need a side bitch to pump some baby batter in <3

We banged on a bike trail [MF]

It was a warm summer night on a Tuesday or Wednesday. I mean… we’re married (31M and 27F). Exciting for us is usually diving into a bed of sheets and blankets, pretending we intend to watch a movie, chatting, exchanging massages, sometimes leading to vanilla sexy times that wouldn’t impress anybody but ourselves, never watching a movie, and then passing out in a puddle of cuddles on the bed. It’s not exactly /r/gonewildstories material, but hot damn it’s awesome for us! At that point though, we had been through a lot on a personal level for a few weeks.

Going out was exactly what we needed, and my wife Estelle was – and still is – an amazing woman to have holding your hand. She’s tall, strawberry blonde, and pretty fit from years of dancing. She could have gone pro if her parents had been a little more neurotic and her boobs weren’t threatening to bump her up from a “c” to a “d-cup”, but I’m the beneficiary of every curve on her body. She was wearing a dress that she bought on a trip to South America back in college, and it showed her off beautifully. Read more »

My (F31) Exploration Into Free Use Kink With Stranger (M45)

My first commissioned story since coming back!

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My name is Lea. I am a 31-year-old ginger woman who works as an accountant. Standing at 5’3 I have always been a tiny voice who kept quiet. Now I am a curvy woman, who is not overweight but a little chubby. Many men liked me for my large 36DD breasts that were milky white and sprinkled with freckles across my chest. Even though I was short, my proportions were always extra curvy to make up for it. Being a shy girl, I did not always appreciate the attention it drew out of men so I dressed like a librarian or teacher. Always a modest lady.

After my 30th birthday, I began to feel like the fun years of being adventurous had passed me by. I was single with no children after spending my 20’s being too shy to get close with any man for too long. Over the years I only had a handful of relationships that lasted long-term. Most of the time we lost interest in each other after a couple of months. I had always been a shy girl and hoped I would have grown out of it as an adult. Unfortunately, I did not. Read more »