Author: Francie

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You’ve been friends with my boyfriend for years. Way longer than I’ve known him, and before he and I started dating, the two of you always hung out on fight nights. Since the fights run late, you guys would trade-off hosting and then spend the night there. It’s safer that way because the two of you can down a bottle of Jack in before the main event.

This was the first fight night I attended because my boyfriend was hosting. It was fun; I won’t lie but watching all that raw masculine power on TV had me so fucking horny. As soon as the main event was over, I dragged my boyfriend back to the bedroom so we could fuck. I was dissatisfied with the result, as usual.

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Most mornings, I drag ass. It’s so hard for me to get out of bed, but on Sunday, I manage. I get up before my boyfriend and quietly slip into the kitchen. The morning light and the silence feels so comforting. I’m careful as I pull ingredients from the fridge. Not wanting to wake him before breakfast can be served.

However, no matter how careful I try to be, my clumsy hands slip as I pull the skillet from the cabinet—the loud crash echos as I freeze, trying not to make a follow-up sound. I listen carefully, but there are no sounds from the bedroom. Assuming he’s slept through the chaos, I continue.

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(Part Two) 

I moaned softly, watching John’s eyes track where the stranger’s hands were going. He knew my shorts were wet from him making me cum earlier in the car, and I wondered what John was thinking. Although, I didn’t have to wonder long when his cock visibly twitched in his shorts. He was so hard in the car, and being denied must make this so much harder for him.

“Do you want to come with me and show me where you want things?” John asked, but I shook my head and pressed my lips to Brian’s. I heard John gasp, but my deep moan covered it as Brian squeezed my ass with his big hand right there in front of my boyfriend on the bed and breakfast couch.

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After six months of dating, my boyfriend knew he wouldn’t find anyone better than me. I cook, clean, and suck dick like a champion. Of course, those weren’t the reasons he gave my parents for wanting to make me his wife, but they were happy nonetheless. He’s an intelligent man with a good job who makes me laugh. He makes me happy and keeps me out of trouble; that’s all they could ever ask for.

My parents were so happy, in fact, that they offered to throw us an engagement party after hearing the good news. I was nervous about my mom controlling the guest list! There are many people in my past who don’t know the new Francie. They wouldn’t be able to understand how much I’ve grown and changed for the better since meeting and dating John. Some people just can’t let go of the past.

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Recently, I’ve been having this dream; maybe it’s a fantasy calling out for my attention, demanding to be fulfilled. Every night it’s the same. I’m someone’s wife, a pampered and spoiled princess who no longer has to work, who doesn’t have to do any chores or housework. No, in this fantasy, my only job is to please cock.

Not just any cock, though. My loving husband’s only one rule, and that is any cock I fuck has to be bigger than his. This is the dream of a slut wife.

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Tiny

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I keep a jar of shrunken, tiny men in my nightstand drawer. Don’t worry; I poke the smallest of holes in the lid so they can breathe. But, the other morning, it was so early that as I fumbled for the jar with sleepy eyes, I wasn’t prepared for my littles to act like tiny escape artists.

The lid slipped out of my hand, I had just lotioned my shaved legs, and I guess my fingers were still a bit greasy. So the lid flew one way, and the tiny boys ran in every direction across my bed.

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Serve

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A silly little fuck toy got out of line last night. He forgot that as a devoted little slave, he doesn’t get to choose when and how we play, just that he must obey his Mistress. It seems as though he misunderstood something I said and got his feelings twisted up over nothing. Being butthurt caused him a punishment session today. A session I do hope we get to repeat often.

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“Fuck.” He grunted as he trailed his fingers down the center of my panties. “You’re more than ready, huh, baby?” His fingers carefully slipped under my panties, and he pushed two into me. I felt his thumb holding John’s helpful toy in place as he pumped his digits in and out of me. My body arched, and I cooed in pleasure.

“More,” I begged like a whore.

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I really care about my boyfriend. He’s thoughtful, sweet, and cute as a button. However, there are just some things we can’t do together because he’s lacking. I don’t blame him. Oh, it’s not his fault he was born with such a small penis. But a girl like me has needs, and I want to feel used. I need to be fucked properly with a sizable cock. He just isn’t big enough for a lot of the things I enjoy.

I didn’t ask for permission this time. You know what they say; it’s better to ask for forgiveness than permission. So when the man from the bookstore asked me to go back to his house, I said yes.

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“You’re in so much trouble.” Daddy announced himself as he stepped into the room. I was lying on my tummy playing on my phone. “Do you even know how much trouble you’re in?” He asked with a raised brow. I shrugged a single shoulder.

“Not much.” I sassed. It was hard to keep a straight face when bratting off, but I managed. He towered over me as he got closer, his shadow coming over the screen of my phone, causing me to look up at him.

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