By RandyKneeling. Ours started as many cuckold relationships do. It had been close to a year since my longtime girlfriend, Alexandra, and I first talked about her fucking someone else, but only three weeks ago that it got real. All those months we teased each other with the idea, fueling our passion with the fantasy of another man. It was my fantasy at first, and she had to drag it out of me. I was so afraid she’d be disgusted
Read moreBy camplife4us. My wife is the shy and quiet type. She struggles with dirty talk in the bedroom. I enjoy talking dirty to her, and I enjoy her talking dirty to me. I like being humiliated and dominated on occasion, and we’ve played with this some, but my wife is very timid to talk dirty about much, even if it is just role play. We went to the bedroom a couple of nights ago, and both got cleaned up for
Read moreBy WMAF_obsession. My name is KEVIN. I’m a 26-year-old Asian guy. I live in San Francisco, where it’s impossible to ignore the huge number of WMAF couples. I’ve seen so many Asian women walking down the street arm-in-arm with white guys. Also, some of these Asian women will smirk at me. (My Asian male friends have also reported similar looks from Asian women and sometimes from the white guys they’re with. They enjoy rubbing it in.) So I
Read moreBy uppishcarrot. Jack had always thought of himself as the kind of man who got what he wanted. He worked hard, he looked the part, and he carried himself with the crisp confidence of someone accustomed to being taken seriously. Louise, his wife, only amplified that image: a former fashion model, still stunning, with the poise of a woman who knew she was desired wherever she went. They were, by every measure, a perfect couple. Except behind closed
Read moreBy StraponHubby. Right from our first date, it was apparent that Amy knew what she wanted and focused on getting it. Whether it was professional objectives, fitness goals, or anything else she set her sights on, she would go for it. “I get that from my mom,” she told me while we enjoyed breakfast at a local greasy spoon restaurant. “My mother can be very… determined, let’s say.” Luckily, Amy’s own determination was presently focused on me.
Read moreBy SmutWriterAI. Amy pushed open the door to the tiny ladies’ room, the door clicking shut behind her in the cramped space. The restaurant’s Mom-and-Pop vibe meant no frills: just a sink, a mirror, and the toilet squeezed against the wall. She locked the door, her short skirt riding up her thighs as she hiked it higher. Her fingers hooked the thin strap of her thong, yanking it aside to expose her shaved pussy. She lowered herself onto
Read moreBy SmutWriterAI. The dinner at my new girlfriend’s old house had hit me hard. My stomach churned like a storm, and I bolted for the bathroom upstairs, the creaky wooden floors groaning under my 245 pounds. The place was a relic—peeling wallpaper, a tub that looked as if it hadn’t been scrubbed since the 1970s. I slammed the door and twisted the lock, but it felt loose, like it might give way with a strong push. No time
Read moreBy Danny M. Lost my clothes, dignity, and girlfriend at a frat party… It was a cold November or December night in late 2000. My girlfriend Nancy and I were both nineteen, college sophomores. The only thing was that we went to different schools. She had just finished pledging her sorority, and we were going to her first party as official Kappas. We arrived at the Frat house together. The place was already pulsing with loud music, laughter,
Read moreBy Jon_cutesack. JILL This was the 5th time you’ve popped into Misty’s Esoterica and Apothecary. You loved browsing the shelves on your way home from work. The treasures you would spy always entertained you, and Misty was always welcoming and pleasant to talk to. You were delighted by tarot readings and the discussion of spirituality, untapped powers, and long-forgotten folklore and facts. Today was different, however. Misty wasn’t there; instead, there was a new face you hadn’t seen
Read moreBy Probus888. My father, King Oswald IX, son of Oswald VIII, King of Bosworth, Lord of the Riparian Meadows, etc., etc., looked up from his paper-strewn table. Light flooded in from the mullioned windows, illuminating the manuscripts. He held a parchment in his left hand. “Young Osgood. Good to see you. I have been sent a request for you to marry Ellessa, daughter of the Baroness of Alezeur. We have negotiated a very generous bride price and, with
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