What’s on your mind when the lights go out?
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He still has the whistle around his neck and he treats me with zero respect, which is exactly what I’m craving. He makes me feel like a piece of equipment he’s breaking in.
My partner brought a blade into the bedroom last night. He ran the cold steel along my skin and used the tip to trace my curves. I’ve never felt that specific mix of terror and arousal before. My heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to burst. I loved it
I’ve realized I have a massive “cuckold” fetish. I can’t stop imagining my gf with someone else. I’ve dropped a few hints to her, and she seemed weirdly open to it, but I’m scared it will ruin the relationship. sometimes I think I should keep it a fantasy, sometimes I wonder if it’s worth the risk to see it actually happen?
I know I’m going to hell for this. It started as a “one-time” mistake after a few drinks at a family BBQ, but now it’s a full-blown affair. She lives ten minutes away and we meet up while my wife is at her yoga classes. The thrill of being so close to getting caught, and the fact that she looks so much like my wife but is ten times more adventurous is like a drug…
We’ve moved past light spanking and into heavy flogging and marks. I love looking at my skin the next day and seeing the purple “map” of where they’ve been. It makes me feel like I belong to them even when we’re just grocery shopping. The physical pain turns into this weird, warm peace in my head
I’ve been dreaming about a “cuckqueen” or “stag and doe” scenario where my husband watches me with another man. the idea of him “giving” me to someone else for a night makes me weak. He’s worried he’ll get jealous, but I think it would actually bring us closer
My husband is on a fishing trip and his best friend stopped by to “check on me.” We’ve had this unspoken tension for years, but tonight it snapped. We ended up on the living room rug, and the sheer guilt of seeing my wedding photos on the mantle while he was behind me made it the most intense experience of my life. I feel like a monster, but I’ve never felt more alive.
