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Rock Hard

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I always thought I was a faithful wife. Until I discovered that rock hard, twenty-year-old cocks are simply the best. There’s no competition really. How did I discover this you ask? Let me tell you.

At 32 I thought I had my life figured out. My career was stable, my friendships were solid, and my routine was comfortable. I wasn’t actively searching for love or even just sex, especially not with someone younger. But then I met Dylan at a mutual friend’s party, and everything changed.

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Casual Kevin

Posted 1 month ago by Cory

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Kevin and I, we’d been “casual” for a few weeks, which in the real world meant “hooking up whenever his girlfriend, Honey, was out of town or at her pottery class.” My apartment was literally next door, so the commute was minimal, the discretion even less so. We both knew it was a terrible idea, but his charm was a potent, morally bankrupt force, and my willpower was…well, let’s just say it was on sabbatical.

This particular Tuesday, Honey was supposedly at a weekend-long retreat for artisanal candle makers. Kevin, ever the opportunist, had texted me at 10 AM. By 10:30, I was letting myself into his place, the familiar scent of his expensive coffee and my own impending bad decisions hanging in the air. We’d started in the kitchen, migrated to the sofa, and eventually, in a moment of utter, ill-advised passion, found ourselves butt naked, fucking on the bathroom floor.

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My Sister's BBC Husband

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My sister married the hottest black guy. Her husband is tall and works out all the time. His body is sinfully delicious, and while I’m usually super confident around men, he makes me nervous. Whenever I’m with them, I can feel his gaze on me. As if he’s examining some mystery he can’t quite figure out, and I know the mystery is whether or not I have a cock. My family doesn’t talk about my transition, so I’m not sure he has any idea or if my sister has told him, but every time he’s around, my balls ache.

She was having surgery and asked if I’d stay with them for the week to help out around the house and take her back and forth to appointments while he worked. Of course, I said I would, but something deep in my gut knew it was going to be trouble.

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The Bad Doctor

Posted 2 months ago by Diana

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I’m not proud of what happened, but desperate times call for desperate measures. My expensive insurance won’t cover the medication I so desperately need. The doctor’s harsh words still echo in my mind: “Sorry, Diana, but that medication is out of your network.” As I gripped the armrests of his plush office chair, tears pricked at the corners of my eyes. Without that medicine, my chronic condition would worsen, leaving me debilitated.

That’s when Dr. Thompson leaned in, his voice husky with a promise. “If you let me take care of you in a more…personal way, I’ll provide you with the medication for free.” My heart pounded as I processed his proposal. Could I really resort to such a transactional agreement? But the desperate woman in me knew I had no choice.

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The Mistake

Posted 2 months ago by Diana

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I’ve always been diligent about my work, so when I made a critical error that jeopardized a major project, I knew I was in for it. My boss, Mr. Blackwood, summoned me to his office, his expression grim.

As I entered, I felt a mix of dread and shame. He gestured for me to close the door and take a seat. I did, fidgeting anxiously under his piercing gaze.

“This mistake of yours could cost the company a significant amount of money and damage our reputation,” he stated, his voice low and controlled. “You need to learn a lesson about responsibility.”

Before I could respond, he stood and circled his desk, his eyes burning into mine. He abruptly grabbed my wrists and pulled me to my feet, binding them behind my back using leather restraints.

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Cowboy Summer

Posted 2 months ago by Diana

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The summer air was electric with excitement as the rodeo rolled into town. As a local, I couldn’t resist the allure of the dusky arena, the smell of sweat and leather, and the raw energy of the competition.

That’s where I met him – the hottest cowboy I’d ever laid eyes on. Tall, with broad shoulders and a strong jaw, his piercing blue eyes seemed to see right through me. He wore his hat at a rakish angle, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth as he surveyed the crowd. I felt a shiver run down my spine as our gazes met.

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I’m back from the most incredible, albeit utterly debauched, trip to the Caribbean aboard one of my lover’s luxurious yacht. It was the perfect getaway, indulging in sun-kissed days on the deck and passionate nights under the stars. But the real highlight – and saga – unfolded when my partner invited his college buddies down for a last raucous weekend.

From the moment they arrived, the energy was electric. Cocktails flowed freely as we all mingled, the men paying homage to my irresistible allure with flirty remarks and longing gazes. But it was when the sun dipped into the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink, that the real fun began.

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He loved to sniff my panties. Several years ago I was renting a room from my friend and her husband. Occasionally I would notice that some of my panties would be missing. But I would always just think that I left them at work, at a hotel when I was traveling, or at someone’s house. I never would’ve imagined that it would be him taking them. But then one day I came home and caught him. He was sitting right there at the breakfast table. With one pair wrapped around his cock. The other pair was in his face. He was literally sucking on them. His eyes were closed. So he didn’t see me. He didn’t hear me either. So I hid. Because I wanted to watch him. I realized he must have been sucking on those panties for quite some time because the crotch was completely drenched. And his boner was dripping all over the other pair. Damn, he was so hard. I have to admit that I was getting wet just watching him.

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regression therapy

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I’ll never forget the day Donald walked into my office, his shoulders hunched, eyes downcast. He was a man in his late thirties, successful by societal standards but clearly struggling with something. I knew exactly how to help him, and it had nothing to do with traditional therapy.

It all started when a man I trusted took advantage of me. I vowed revenge on the entire male species, and my journey led me to this point. I spent years studying and spent thousands upon thousands upon thousands of dollars to became a therapist. My specialty, although no one ever knew, was taking full control over grown men, to make them as vulnerable as I once felt.

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All You Can Eat Mommy and Me Sausage Buffet

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I was working the Brunch shift at the popular wings spot when this banging couple strolled in. The blonde bombshell on the dudes arm made my dick twitch in my tiny orange shorts with just a smile. “Wow, you two look great together. Is this your wife?” I asked the man. Honestly, I was a little jealous that he was getting to stick his dick in her warm, buttery biscuit if she was.

The woman laughed and tossed her hair back over her shoulder as if she was flattered. She looked me up and down with a heat that set my balls on fire and replied. “Oh, no. He’s my stepson.” Her hand rubbed the cap of his shoulder, and he quivered under her touch.

There was definitely some sexual tension there, and I wanted to split it open with my sausage. “Let me lead the two of you back to the very special, all you can eat,” My hand rubbed down the front of my shorts, adjusting my very obvious erection, “Buffet in the back?”

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