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Kat's First Submission

I log onto our messaging platform. It's 7:30pm and I pour myself a glass of white wine. Thinking about my day at work has me stressed so I sip on my drink and begin to let my mind relax while I wait for Mr. E to join. As a nurse on my feet all day it's nice to finally sit down with my own thoughts instead of thinking of what the day of chaos has brought me. I decide I cannot let work control my evening so I begin prepping some dinner while I wait. As I'm cutting up vegetables I begin to feel alone, my apartment seeming empty with just me in it. It seems silly to even be cooking dinner for just one person. But I know I can't order takeout every night of the week. I snap out of it when I hear the sound on my laptop letting me know Mr. E has logged in and begin thinking about how just a mere few months ago we found each other and now our daily messaging is something I just don't think I could live without. Mr. E: Good evening Little One. How are you tonight? How was

Consequences of Wife Sharing

Consequences of Wife Sharing The following is a work of fiction and has no resemblance to any actual events or people. It deals with themes of wife sharing and voyeurism and the consequences of participating in activities of an adult nature. If this is not your thing then please move on. * It was just over a year ago when it started. The message had popped into the "my messages" section on the adult contact website I had been a member of for the last few years. The sender was shown as "Intymates" and it said, "I want you to fuck my wife." So, let me fill you in on some background. My name is Hal, I am fast approaching fifty, divorced three years ago with two grown up kids. I live alone, am comfortable financially and enjoy the freedom of having casual sexual encounters. I am not looking for a relationship and I don't spend my time hunting pussy. I have had quite a few encounters via the site and one or two have been repeated but I don't count mys

His Shapeshifting Girlfriend

Jacob lead a normal life. A normal, pretty boring life by most people's standards. He'd always been a bit of a nerd, a quiet kid who looked at the world in a different way than his peers. Seeing the planet around him as something to be understood and explored he found an interest in science at an early age, toying around with building kits and chemistry sets that astounded him and bored his parents almost to tears. As the friends he'd made throughout his life grew interests in relationships and parties, he found himself enthralled by physics and how everything in this wonderous universe functioned so seamlessly. Everything from gravitational time dilation to energy equations drew a particular fascination for him as something to be dissected and understood. The path his life followed had led him to pursue a bachelor's degree in Physics. It was his first year and he'd found the course material stimulating, although he was truly excited for the quantum physics classe

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My Polyamorous Girl Pt. 05

Chapter 5 -- In Praise of Porn Monday mornings followed a predictable pattern. Up with the alarm, morning toilet routines (in which Tethys always took it on herself to do the aiming), pre-breakfast sex, a shared shower, a quick breakfast, and then we would leave the house together and get into our own cars. I would leave for work at my office, and Tethys would head off to her apartment. Her art projects kept her plenty busy. There was a change to her Mondays now. After lunch she would get a visit from Sonia and Henri. Her Monday afternoon threesome quickly became a tradition that she looked forward to with excited anticipation. I wasn't sure which part of it she enjoyed the most, Henri or Sonia. In the end, it wouldn't have mattered much because it was Tethys who was the center of attention. As she put it, "they can be with each other any time they want, but for them, I'm the exotic and unusual experience. That's kind of funny, because they are the most exotic pe

The Day After (Super Bowl and Us 3)

The Day After (Super Bowl and Us Three, the sequel) Monday morning. One eye open. Did that really happen? Before I could think over the events of Saturday night into Sunday morning and the happy day after, there she was: hot breath on my ear. "I got laid a bunch of times this weekend". Me: "So did I." "Not as many times as I did". Jesus she was suddenly on fire. Me: "Did you remember that you and I did it first, on Saturday morning?" The memory surfaces and then shows up on her face as she does the math."Oh my God..." She muses. "You've got to go to work.. I, on the other hand, will be hanging out with Rick all day." Rick, our guest and her new lover from Saturday night/Sunday morning, was sound asleep upstairs and now wasn't leaving town until Wednesday. She had a city and work campus tour planned with him. "I wanna ask you something. And I will respect your wishes if you say no. But you've given me a pass

Paradise island Pt. 02

Epona shivered in the cool stream as Mark sat warm and dry atop her back. Epona was clad only in her panties and bra, and Mark had decided to ride naked except for a t-shirt. He liked the feel of his bareskin upon her back and he felt that Epona wouldn't mind since she had already let him smack her ass red and use her as a literal mattress the night before. After waking, Mark had decided he would ride his ponygirl upstream to find the water's source. The stream's bank was too steep and wet to ride, and some parts were covered in small trees and bush, so Mark simply drove his pony into the water and upstream, directing her over to the stream's shallower points to ensure his toes would not graze the water. Often marks lead Epona to crawl in areas with large uneven stones. Epona's back and waist twisted and bent every time Epona reached for a footing, and Mark sank deep into her saddle. When Epona arched her back deeply Marks erection would rub against her upper bac