What’s on your mind when the lights go out?
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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.
I’ve had a “consensual non-consent” fantasy for a decade. My partner finally agreed to a “kidnapping” scenario. She surprised me when I got home from work—blindfolded me, zip-tied my hands, and took total control. Being treated like a prisoner in my own home was terrifying and erotic in a way I can’t even explain. The level of trust we have now is off the charts.
We were having a go on the sofa with the curtains wide open because we live on a high floor. Well, turns out the delivery driver had a very tall truck and was parked right level with our window. He just stared for a second, dropped the parcel, and bolted. Proper mental
I’ve been using a specific high-end toy for years, but my new boyfriend seems proper threatened by it. He made a comment about how he “can’t compete with a motor.” I try to tell him it’s a different kind of fun, but now I feel guilty every time I want to use it
Met this girl recently and she’s great, but after we’re finished, she literally wants to sit up and have a “debrief.” She asks what I liked, what she could do better, and then tells me what I should change for next time. It feels like a performance review at work :/
I booked a high-end hotel room just for myself this weekend. No husband, no kids, no chores. I packed my entire “toy drawer” and a bottle of champagne. I’ve spent 48 hours doing exactly what I want, when I want, and I feel like a brand new woman. 10/10 recommend
