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Dm me for the full story or to rp 18+ bi/gaym/f You awaken in the dark; naked on a cold concrete floor with only an old, rough blanket that you’ve barely slept on. For a second, as you awake, you’ve forgotten where you are or what’s happened but the memories of the past evening’s events come rushing back to you as if like a sharp, sudden pain. You’d hoped this had been a nightmare that…

As an individual who has always enjoyed and delighted in the competitive side of sex with every orgasm – given or received – being deservedly be classified as a ‘win’, I consider myself to be something of a connoisseur on the subject of ‘sex games’. Or, perhaps more specifically; games involving a (potentially) sexual component. I’ve written previously about ‘Strip Twister’ or, as it is otherwise known; a thinly veiled excuse to quickly get naked…

You awaken in the dark; naked on a cold concrete floor with only an old, rough blanket that you’ve barely slept on. For a second, as you awake, you’ve forgotten where you are or what’s happened but the memories of the past evening’s events come rushing back to you as if like a sharp, sudden pain. You’d hoped this had been a nightmare that you wake up from, but instead you’ve woken up right back…

I had been going to a new gym for a couple of weeks before I spotted Gym Guy (G.G.) in the weight room. His basketball shorts left very little to the imagination, and I caught myself watching him on more than one occasion, neglecting House Hunters looping on my treadmill screen. I could tell he saw me staring and would glance in my direction with a smile after every set. In turn, I could feel…

I came home early to pick up a few things for an afternoon meeting at one of the houses I was showing when I noticed Benjamin’s car in the driveway. Benjamin, my husband, was a high-profile prosecution lawyer in our city, hell, most of the state. He had never lost a case and seeing his car at home so early in the afternoon was not something I expected. ‘Maybe he’s working from home today,’ I…

You awaken in the dark; naked on a cold concrete floor with only an old, rough blanket that you’ve barely slept on. For a second, as you awake, you’ve forgotten where you are or what’s happened but the memories of the past evening’s events come rushing back to you as if like a sharp, sudden pain. You’d hoped this had been a nightmare that you wake up from, but instead you’ve woken up right back…

You awaken in the dark; naked on a cold concrete floor with only an old, rough blanket that you’ve barely slept on. For a second, as you awake, you’ve forgotten where you are or what’s happened but the memories of the past evening’s events come rushing back to you as if like a sharp, sudden pain. You’d hoped this had been a nightmare that you wake up from, but instead you’ve woken up right back…

You awaken in the dark; naked on a cold concrete floor with only an old, rough blanket that you’ve barely slept on. For a second, as you awake, you’ve forgotten where you are or what’s happened but the memories of the past evening’s events come rushing back to you as if like a sharp, sudden pain. You’d hoped this had been a nightmare that you wake up from, but instead you’ve woken up right back…

You awaken in the dark; naked on a cold concrete floor with only an old, rough blanket that you’ve barely slept on. For a second, as you awake, you’ve forgotten where you are or what’s happened but the memories of the past evening’s events come rushing back to you as if like a sharp, sudden pain. You’d hoped this had been a nightmare that you wake up from, but instead you’ve woken up right back…