Just another reddit-refugee
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Madame-misanthrope2 - Allie's Playground - Tumblr Blog
He always would whisper :" the early bird gets the worm," as he crawled into my bed each morning
Sorry I missed your call…
"You know what to do," I grunted, reveling in the knowledge that her husband had offered her up and volunteered-eagerly-to film the encounter...
When she selected the red heels to meet her"friend from work," suddenly Dave knew: She's meeting someone she intends to fuck. His wife was truly on the brink of becoming a hotwife
Exquisitely aware that my husband was just in the next room, darren made me his
Carly had taken the convertible for a test drive...and wound up giving the sales-woman a mid-day surprise
You leave me tied and stretched for the others to find
he insisted-before even looking under the hood-that he "look under MY hood " as he put it...
I had just popped round to see Karen-who was out-and the next thing I knew her partner was making spicy margaritas and I was modeling swimwear...
We had just met-moments before at his club-and here I was exposed, groped, fondled in the parking lot minutes later...
When I woke up, I was being fucked by some skinny old guy who I had never seen before. Nude save for my tank and thigh highs...The fact that I had no memory beyond going to the hotel lobby combined with a weird taste in mouth suggested that I had been drugged...
The boss likes to mark me-bruise me-so that you know he has already had me. He needs the little yelps of pain I make as he slaps and spanks, needs me to squirm under his pain-filled embrace, before he can splatter and spray across my naked skin. He insists on watching me get dressed afterward, his final offering drying between the fabric and my skin...
Three years ago, the morning after my last binge, and my last drink, you found me star fished on my bed in my studio apartment. Your visit was a scheduled one, to check out my dishwasher, so you let yourself in and found me there, nude save for the blindfold and white tank. My jeans, panties, and bra a jumble on the floor.
I probably reeked. Cigarettes. Gin. The animal musk from the brothers who had brought me here, who had long since cum and gone.
Loathsome as I was, or maybe because of it, you didn’t hesitate to scoop some butter from the dish on the counter, smear it on yourself and mount me.
The shock of that pain woke me up and you like to say that I wriggled around like a bug being pinned to a display board. Your penis was the pin in that simile, piercing me, impaling me, though it could have just as well been your big hand pinning me to the bed, pressing hard on the small of my back.
Afterward, when your first lust was slaked, you turned on the coffee maker, then carried me into the shower and sluiced me off. Scrubbed the brothers’ crusty tributes, washed my hair, washed your softening dick.
Propped me up in bed and fed me coffee, a toasted bagel. The latter buttered with some from the dish, the same butter that you just used to lube my poor sore ass.
I confess, I remember being afraid of you until I learned that you weren’t there to hurt me. You only wanted to fuck me in every way possible, in all the ways your wife wouldn’t allow. That I was used to ...You came to fix the dishwasher, but you got the fix you needed as well.
After I finished the bagel, you arranged me so you could shove yourself down my throat while enjoying pulling on my nipples. And then once more inside me, with my legs off the side of the bed and my ass in the air.
That was three years ago this weekend. And I haven’t had any problems with my dishwasher since. Your marriage is better now, too, now that you have an outlet…
Roughly holding my hands
You were always hard though. Always ready, always wanting more.
I remember when this particular ritual, this game, started.
We were drunk and I told you I fantasized about being taken in my home by a stranger. About my long standing love of restraints, and force, and how I could make myself cum just from remembering how my neighbor would tie me and take me. So that became our kink, you indulging me, and I, you.
Oh. I just gushed a little.
I did as directed, not wanting to disappoint him after the first lunch together
Daddy told me to ride with you. You didn't even say hello, but just ordered me to pull up my dress and play with myself. I moistened immediately...
Somehow, you tracked me down, even through the name changes and divorce, and send me this polaroid from the early '80s...when you started training me to be what I have become...