After the Shower
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Posted:Oct 16, 2018 9:13 am
Last Updated:Oct 16, 2018 9:13 am
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She stepped out of the shower, looked at herself in the mirror. The razor had removed the stubble from her pubis. It was soft, smooth, clean.
She dried herself off, dried her hair. She looked at herself in the mirror again, ran her fingers across her body, squeezed her nipples. She could feel the warmth build between her legs. She wanted release.
She hung the towel up on the rack, went to her bed, leaned against the pillows. She lifted her legs, her hand reached between her legs.
"Fuck this feels good", she thought.
She stroked herself softly. Until she exploded.
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Riding Crop
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Posted:Oct 15, 2018 7:00 am
Last Updated:Oct 16, 2018 8:52 am
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Imagery.
That's all this is. I've struggled for 10 minutes trying to find words to describe this scene. Is she trussed up or just raising her hands in the air? Is the crop for show, or will it actually slap against her ass?
And then there's the lingerie, the thongs, the thigh highs, the...exquisite bodies.
Wow!
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Saturday, October 13
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Posted:Oct 14, 2018 10:34 am
Last Updated:Oct 14, 2018 10:35 am
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Peter got up early, just like he did every Saturday. He got out of bed, leaned over, kissed Stacy's forehead, and headed for the shower. He stopped at Starfucks on the way into work, ogled some flesh, worked a couple of hours to tie up some loose ends from the week, and headed home.
Bailey was on the phone when he got there. She saw him, smiled, waved.
"I'll tell him as soon as he gets home", she said. "I'm sure he'll be happy to help you."
She listened, then said, "All right, Love. I'll tell him. See you Monday."
She put her phone down, went to Peter, kissed him tenderly.
"What was that all about?", he said.
"Oh, Kristen needs your help with something", she said.
Peter raised an eyebrow. "With?", he said.
"She's trying to rearrange some furniture in her living room. It's too heavy for her. She wondered if you could help her."
Peter lifted his arms, flexed like a muscle man. "Is that all she needs?", he said.
"Who knows with Kristen", Bailey said.
"Does anyone want to come with me?", he said.
"Liz and Stacy are at the mall", she said. "I'm trying to get some laundry done. Otherwise, I'd be happy to go with you and fuck her while you watch."
Peter grabbed his jacket, headed to Kristen's. It was a ten minute ride, and when he got there, she met him at the door. She wore a denim shirt, black leggings. Her shirt was open. He could see most of her breasts. He could feel that rush in his groin.
She kissed him, led him to the living room. "This is what I'm trying to do", she said.
He helped her move her sofa, love seat and chairs. It really was quite easy, but he knew she was grateful for the help.
"Would you like some coffee?", she said.
"Actually, I would", he said.
Kristen started brewing, reached out, caressed his cheek.
"I'll be right back", she said.
Peter sat at her island, waited for the coffee. Kristen returned wearing nothing but a pair of wedge sandals. He looked at her, smiled. He'd forgotten how good she looked naked.
"Let's use my new living room arrangement", she said, taking his wrist and pulling him to the sofa.
She got up on the sofa, leaned against the back. Her ass was pointed directly at him.
"Use me for your pleasure", she said. "And mine. Don't be shy."
He wasn't.
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Friday, October 12
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Posted:Oct 13, 2018 6:54 am
Last Updated:Oct 15, 2018 6:44 am
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It was after six o'clock by the time Peter got home from work. It had been a helluva week. The markets that had erupted on Wednesday finally had calmed down and returned to some semblance of normalcy. The phones had been ringing pretty much non-stop for three days.
He had sent Bailey, Stacy and Liz home early while he got caught up. They were sitting around the kitchen table when he walked in the door. He could smell something yummy in the oven. He opened the door, looked in. Meatloaf. One of his favorite comfort foods.
"Meatloaf?", he said. "Who do I have to thank for this?"
"It was my idea", Liz said, beaming.
He walked to the table, leaned over, kissed each of the women tenderly. He took his briefcase to the office, went to the bedroom, changed into jeans, went back to the kitchen and made a round of cosmopolitan martinis. Stacy had already stuffed olives with blue cheese for him. He leaned down, looked into the liquor cabinet, moved some bottles around, found the Hendricks in the back. He grabbed a rocks glass, filled it with ice and the olives, poured the gin. He sipped it, drew a heavy sigh.
He joined them at the kitchen table, described the week to them. It was busy for them, it was difficult for him. Bailey got up, made a salad, sautéed some broccoli in olive oil and minced garlic.
After dinner, Peter cleaned up while the women in his life, the women he was in love with, cleared the table. He put the last of the meatloaf into a storage container, washed the pan, took off the rubber gloves.
They came to him, kissed him. Their desire was to love on him tonight. His arms encircled them, his hands on their backs, their waist, their buttocks. He explored their mouths with his tongue, they explored his. And each others'.
Bailey unbuttoned his shirt. Liz worked on his belt. She knelt, pulled his jeans and briefs down, took him into her mouth.
Stacy left briefly, returned with a collar and ball gag. The collar had the word "SLAVE" on the front. She made it clear to him her desire for the evening.
"We have a new rule", Bailey said, softly into his ear.
"What's that?", he said.
"You're not allowed to wear pants at home", she said. "If we're not allowed to wear bras, we don't want you to wear pants. Underwear is optional."
"It might get cold in the winter", he said.
"It might", Bailey said, "but we don't want any hindrances when we want you."
She smiled then. Liz removed his jeans and briefs. They led him to the living room. Stacy wore black leggings and a mint green Henley. It was loose-fitting, and her nipples poked through the material.
Peter reached under her shirt, felt her breasts. She handed him the ball gag. He attached it for her. The same with the collar. Bailey pulled her leggings down, felt between her legs. Stacy was wet. She fed her fingers to Peter, then to Liz.
They went to the couch, sat on it. Peter knelt in front of them, began to service them orally. He started with Liz, then Stacy, then Bailey.
After they each came, he fucked them, in turn. And then it was his turn to come.
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Stacy
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Posted:Oct 12, 2018 1:57 pm
Last Updated:Oct 13, 2018 6:25 am
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I love to suck cock. Specifically, I love to suck Peter's cock. My initial statement isn't quite true, you see. It sounds as if indiscriminate, that I'll suck any cock. And while I've perfected my oral skills, and have taught them to Liz, I only use them on men I love.
Like Peter.
Tonight was my turn. I stripped him, then got on my knees. He was flaccid when I first took him into my mouth. He didn't stay flaccid for long.
I love the power that comes with giving him a blowjob. Bailey doesn't understand that. Oh, she'll suck his cock, make him hard, then use his erection for her pleasure, and there's nothing wrong with that.
I'll blow him purely for my pleasure, and to feel him, taste him, make him release his load into my mouth.
Like tonight. His head was in my mouth. My tongue was licking him. His hand was on the back of my head. He wanted to fuck my throat. I wouldn't let him.
So I teased him. Until he exploded.
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Gina
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Posted:Oct 11, 2018 12:08 pm
Last Updated:Oct 12, 2018 1:43 pm
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I reached for the vibrator, found it, turned it on. My tongue worked the inside of Gina's sex. I probed her with it. She reached for my own sex, found it, fingered me. I moaned.
She pushed two fingers into my pussy while I lubed her anus with my saliva. I sucked on her clit and pushed the dildo into her at the same time. I worked slowly. I could feel the vibration on her clit, and then it was in her ass.
She moaned. And came.
And came again...
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Cowgirl
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Posted:Oct 10, 2018 7:10 am
Last Updated:Oct 11, 2018 12:32 pm
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She wanted to ride. She wanted to feel him inside her, deep inside her. She wanted to rub her clit across his pubic bond.
She wanted to feel stretched, filled.
She sat on him. She was soaking wet, so he slid in easily. She impaled herself on him. He reached around, grabbed her cheek. She could feel him pulling it, her asshole open up.
She wondered. "Should I let him take my asshole?", she thought.
She leaned over, kissed him, offered him a nipple to suck on.
She began that rhythmic up and down motion. She wanted to feel him ejaculate.
In her pussy.
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Cowgirl
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Posted:Oct 10, 2018 7:10 am
Last Updated:May 3, 2024 12:8 am
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She wanted to ride. She wanted to feel him inside her, deep inside her. She wanted to rub her clit across his pubic bond.
She wanted to feel stretched, filled.
She sat on him. She was soaking wet, so he slid in easily. She impaled herself on him. He reached around, grabbed her cheek. She could feel him pulling it, her asshole open up.
She wondered. "Should I let him take my asshole?", she thought.
She leaned over, kissed him, offered him a nipple to suck on.
She began that rhythmic up and down motion. She wanted to feel him ejaculate.
In her pussy.
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Three Orgasms
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Posted:Oct 9, 2018 10:26 am
Last Updated:Oct 12, 2018 1:58 pm
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It was the most intense love-making she had experienced in a long time. What started out as just a fantasy, a whisper, turned into a long, steamy, sordid affair.
She was on her back, one hand on her pussy, one finger in her asshole. Her lover was perched over her, her cunt settled comfortably atop her mouth. A vibrator was working her lover's anus.
Three orgasms, and there was no end in sight.
Especially with her husband due home any minute.
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Bailey
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Posted:Oct 8, 2018 12:21 pm
Last Updated:May 3, 2024 12:8 am
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I had been naughty. At least, that's what I told myself. It's also what I told Peter.
Of the four of us, I was the least submissive, the most likely to be the dominatrix. Except for today. I really just wanted to see what he would do.
He tried to sound pissed. And when he hung up the phone, I couldn't tell if he was pissed, or just acting pissed.
"I'll deal with you when I get home", he said.
I know it shocked Stacy and Liz when I told them. I think they were more shocked at my willingness to be submissive as they were at Peter's reaction.
We were at the kitchen table when he got home, unpacking our day. He came over, kissed them both full on the mouth. He came to me, took my face in his hands.
"Undress her", he said to Stacy.
"Assume the position", he said to me.
Stacy stripped me out of my tee shirt, leggings and thong. I wasn't wearing a bra (it was a rule we have), and she put my heels back on. She led me to the living room. I knelt, bent over the waist, leaned against the chair.
I waited. I waited some more.
I knew he was going to eat me, then fuck me.
I was dying, waiting for him. And when he came to me, Stacy already had him hard.
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Bailey
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Posted:Oct 8, 2018 12:20 pm
Last Updated:Oct 8, 2018 12:22 pm
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I had been naughty. At least, that's what I told myself. It's also what I told Peter.
Of the four of us, I was the least submissive, the most likely to be the dominatrix. Except for today. I really just wanted to see what he would do.
He tried to sound pissed. And when he hung up the phone, I couldn't tell if he was pissed, or just acting pissed.
"I'll deal with you when I get home", he said.
I know it shocked Stacy and Liz when I told them. I think they were more shocked at my willingness to be submissive as they were at Peter's reaction.
We were at the kitchen table when he got home, unpacking our day. He came over, kissed them both full on the mouth. He came to me, took my face in his hands.
"Undress her", he said to Stacy.
"Assume the position", he said to me.
Stacy stripped me out of my tee shirt, leggings and thong. I wasn't wearing a bra (it was a rule we have), and she put my heels back on. She led me to the living room. I knelt, bent over the waist, leaned against the chair.
I waited. I waited some more.
I knew he was going to eat me, then fuck me.
I was dying, waiting for him. And when he came to me, Stacy already had him hard.
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Liz
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Posted:Oct 7, 2018 7:08 am
Last Updated:Oct 8, 2018 12:20 pm
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Before my marriage ended, my sexual experience had consisted of being with the same man for 23 years. I had no idea that he would leave me for another man. But he did.
I think it was Stacy who caught me watching them fuck with binoculars from the picnic table in my back yard. I guess I wasn't as discreet as I thought I was being. It didn't help that they were fucking on their deck.
Now I'm divorced and living with them. I suppose one day I'll meet another man and remarry into a monogamous relationship. But at this point, I don't care. All of my needs, and I mean all of them, are being met by Bailey, Stacy and Peter.
I had always thought I was sexually knowledgeable. Was I ever wrong. They had taught me to let go and enjoy things I'd never thought I would enjoy. Like getting rimmed.
Peter was very good at it. He had me on the edge of the bed, my ass in the air. I helped him by spreading my buttocks. I was ready and so open.
His tongue slid across my rectum, then it was inside. He licked and sucked on my clit and labia, then fucked me with his tongue. I gave myself over to him and his incredible oral skills.
He played with me until I exploded.
For the first time that night.
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Stacy
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Posted:Oct 6, 2018 7:11 am
Last Updated:Oct 6, 2018 7:11 am
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I love everything about sex. There isn't anything I wouldn't do to please myself or my lovers. And I love our living situation. We love and trust each other unconditionally, and it's a beautiful thing.
Bailey had that look in her eye and I know she was getting her Domme side on. I started to moisten at the thought. Submission was one thing. Pain was another. We didn't do pain. Ever.
But the thought of being trussed and fucked and eaten until I lost track of the number of orgasms was turning me on. A lot.
She helped me get dressed. Black fishnets. black platform sandals. I needed to be taller so I could take their pleasure.
Fuck, this was hot.
Bailey placed my foot on a step stool, fastened a metal clasp around my ankle, locked it. It had a ring on the side that she would use to secure me. She repeated the process with the other foot.
Then she led me downstairs. Peter and Liz were waiting. They were making out. Bailey led me to the shackles, secured me to the wall. Liz had Peter's cock out. I watched as she went down on him.
Bailey turned on the wand, applied it to my sex. My eyes rolled back into my head.
It was going to be one of those nights. One of those excellent nights.
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