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Two birds with one stone: [F]ulfilling a lifelong fantasy of fucking a "ghetto" Latina after the club, at [M]y office.

Skip to the line-break if your not prone to enjoying the long "build-up".

This story is a bit different than my last post about a long, drawn out unaddressed, mutual attraction with a college friend resulting in some of the most passionate sex I've ever had well after college. This story is very different and is about crossing off a lustful fantasy from the bucket list. A story about raw and carnal fucking where both parties use one another's bodies to get off, unwavering in their concern of the other's pleasure.

Dress shopping with the Mistress [M/F]

"Babe for the love of god, will you please come on?"

"What about this one?"

"For the 4000th time I've told you, you're sexy in every single dress you put on!"

"But...this one is your favorite color too!"

"What is it going to take to get you out of this store?"

"Uhmmmm...."

"...."

"You need to come into this dressing room with me and ruin this new dress."

Just my toys tonight [Toy play] [Orgasm Denial] [Butt Stuff]

So after the last stories we posted, his and mine , me and my husband had a long and very frank discussion about fantasies and what we wanted of each other. We had the same discucssion before we got married, but now we're so much more comfortable with each other it just made more sense to talk about everything we wanted to do.

My girlfriend gave one of her FWB's a little more than he, or she, expected (MF)

Hello! I would like to share a story with you all. Let me just say that I am not sure if this is the proper story to start out with, but it's one of my favorites. I hope that all the formatting is ok and not too difficult to read. And yes, this is a throwaway account, but I really do hate eggplant.

(M)anaged to (f)ind alone time

We had seen each other at least twice a week for the last month but we were never able to actually have time alone. She came over to my apartment one day and we finally had some time to ourselves. She knocked on the door and was wearing a pair of jeans that looked like someone painted them on her, and a tight fitting yoga type sweatshirt. The zipper was halfway down and her cleavage was staring me in the face.

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