The Theater Seat – Chapter Five: The Ride Home The ride home was unbearable. Not just because my cock throbbed like it had its own heartbeat, swollen and denied. Not just because my mind was replaying the sounds of her moaning, gagging, begging — the way her voice climbed each time a new man pushed inside her. Not even because she still hadn’t looked at me. It was because she looked better than ever, like she’d just been...

The summer evening draped Kevin and Moira’s living room in a warm, intimate glow, string lights weaving golden threads across the hardwood floor. Kevin, his wife Moira—a curvaceous redhead with fiery curls cascading over her shoulders and green eyes glinting with mischief—and Kevin’s old uni friend Ethan had settled in for a quiet night of good whiskey, soft jazz, and easy conversation. Moira poured another round, her lau...

The Red Lion lay quiet, its earlier clamour softened into a stillness that clung to the worn wood and dying embers in the hearth. Last call had slipped by unnoticed, and the landlord, Terry, had vanished—likely out back wrestling bins or scrubbing tables—leaving the pub to its final souls. Kevin sprawled in a booth, one arm slung over the backrest, the other cradling a pint gone flat, its bitterness dulled by neglect. Bes...

Catherine called after lunch to remind me that it was Date Night. Earlier in the week, she and Kitty had a sizzling hot chat about some spanking scenes that Catherine had posted. They spent the afternoon sexting, sharing naughty stories, and masturbating about their cuckold domination fantasies. Kitty fantasized about being spanked by a dominant woman and owned by her Alpha male husband, while her cuckolded husband, Tom,...

The bar simmered under a hazy amber glow, the air thick with the murmur of voices and the clink of glass. Moira perched on a high stool, her emerald dress fused to her lush curves, every line of her radiating heat. Her red hair tumbled in wild waves down her back, catching the light as she sipped her martini, her full lips brushing the rim with a faint crimson trace. The deep V-neck bared the swell of her breasts, the hem...

The living room shimmered with the dim, flickering glow of candles, their warm light licking across Moira’s wild spill of red hair, a fiery halo framing her untamed beauty. She sprawled on the couch, her emerald-green dress a second skin over her lush curves—breasts heaving against the taut fabric, hips swelling out in a brazen arc that seemed to dare the room to look away. She sipped her wine, lips glistening as they cur...

I sit in our apartment, excitement causing my heart to quicken its pace. A threshold is on the verge of being crossed, one that beckons me forward. Well, not me precisely, but my wife, who sits across from me, her cheeks flushing with anticipation as her thoughts wander. Our mutual acquaintance is in the bathroom, unaware of the subtle tension between us. My wife fidgets, her nerves taut, her gaze meeting mine as she bite...

I couldn’t stop looking at her. She was a brilliantly white china doll of a woman with ridiculously long, curly, red hair. Her eyes were a shade of blue I had only read about in old stories - blue with a hint of purple, maybe. She had light freckles dusting her nose and cheeks, and she was tiny, even smaller than me. I almost didn’t notice her companion, a tall, dark black man of middling height with a furrowed brow. Blin...

I’m sitting here rereading the stories I have contributed to this site, and they still arouse me. The stories are all true, with some minor embellishments. Some of the names were changed to protect the participants. I can’t help but stroke my cock while I read them. They get me thinking about how much our sex lives have changed over the years. How much different our sexual relationship has become, going from traditional h...