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Just HOT 🔥
Master likes it when I send him shots like this.
I hope he starts renting me out soon...
Working That Pussy!
Ok, so I can reblog, and my stories are going up, but every time I try to post an OC (been taking photos for you perverts!) Tumblr deletes it. So can anyone send me some links to where I can start making content for you guys again?
Oh god yes please *whimper*
Memoirs of a Military Pet: Preview
Dear Diary, Dec 24th I'm a lonely pet. My husband was called to duty today. I wanted him to stay, to be with me while snow blankets everything and the holidays crept closer and closer. When that phone rang, however, he answered it. He always does; he's too selfless to do otherwise. As soon as I heard the first notes of "Sweet Child of Mine", his favorite ringtone, I knew our holiday was over. I tried not to cry, but he knew anyway. He came to me immediately after hanging up. Stefan said nothing, just walked up and folded me into his arms. That did it. All I could do was bury my face in his chest and sob. I didn't really hear anything he said, but it was predictable. Emergency duty, search and rescue, national security... whatever. The point was that he was needed. Oh, very much so. But *I* was the one that needed him, and I hate having to share him with the world. And just as he'd never consider not answering the phone in case he had to be recalled, I never consider trying to get him to stay or make him feel bad for leaving. It's not his fault that holidays are cut short like this. But it is his fault for making me love him so much. He always keeps a "go" bag packed and ready, but he double checked it as always to make sure he had everything he needed. I added a few things to the pockets, little items like a thin braid of my hair, a few naughty pictures taken under the Christmas tree, a love letter with my perfume on it. Oh, and the panties I was wearing. I hid them very well when he wasn't looking, so he shouldn't find them until after he gets to wherever they're sending him. He hugged me again and reminded me that when he got back, he'd have a surprise for me. All right, so it may be childish, but that was a little bit of happy in a day that was ending oh so wrong. Did I pester him about what it was? Try to wheedle some clue out of him while his grin got wider and that twinkle in his eye got brighter? Damn right, I did. He finally laughed and hugged me again, only saying that he was looking forward to seeing my reaction. I told him he'd have to come back to see it. Kiss and kiss, and then he was out the door and on his way to report for duty. Only one thing keeps me from breaking down and begging him to stay, just one thing that makes this bearable for both of us. Without it, I'd go crazy with starving desire and he'd be distracted with worry. Stefan reminded me while I was crying that I would be safe, and taken care of while he was gone. Even with the door closed, I could still smell the soap he uses. It's a sharp, cooling scent that travels all the way down to my toes and makes me ache to be touched, held, fucked. Just as the ache and the loneliness begins to set in, and I mean really set in, with the cramps of need and the bloom of heat racing across my skin, the door opened again. A rush of cool evening air felt chilly and I shivered a bit, looking up at the man in the doorway. It wasn't Stefan. It was Viktor. The cramps intensified and I whimpered, looking up at him. He has a cruel mouth, with one corner twisting up a little with amusement. Stefan is large and strong, but Viktor almost dwarfs him. He can pick me up like I weigh no more than a kitten. When Stefan has to leave suddenly, Viktor always shows up. I don't know how he knows; Stefan never calls him. He just... arrives. And suddenly I can't wait to get back into the bedroom and strip, and lay out on my husband's bed so Viktor can fuck me. Stefan was right; I was going to be taken care of while he's gone. As I was turning to go into the bedroom, Viktor's hand closed around my throat from behind. Just as I can smell Stefan, even through a door, Viktor can smell me. He shoved me against the wall, using his own body to pin me there with a strength that is almost frightening. Almost. It makes me so wet and wild, being used like this. He holds me in place and strips the clothes off my body, making a little sound of appreciation when he found that my panties were already gone. His fingers are strong and hard and probe everywhere, checking to see how ready I am for him. And I am, I really am, but for one more thing that I have to do. "Beg," he growled in my ear. "Please, Vik-" The hand on my throat tightened suddenly and I realized my mistake. "Is that what you're supposed to call me?" he said. I shook my head and the pressure that cut off my words eased. "No, my lord." "That's better," he said. "Now beg. Beg me to fuck you until you scream. Beg me to use you however I want, in any way I want. Beg prettily enough, and I won't make you wait." I nearly passed out from the dark promises of his touch and voice. I submitted, just as he likes. I begged, just as he likes. And later, in my husband's bed, I screamed just as he likes. My heart belongs to Stefan, but my body will always belong to my lord.
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Hotwife Lifestyle - Understanding Our Man’s Hotwife Fantasy and How to Use That to Our Advantage
The fantasy of having a “Hotwife” is growing, in fact, research shows it is growing at a higher rate than a good majority of the other lifestyle alternatives, including the old staple of “swinging” and the modern “open relationship”. Why is it that a fantasy that revolves around only one part of a relationship – the woman – going out and finding pleasure from another man more intriguing to an increasing number of men than going out and “getting some” for himself?
Basic psychology tells us that men are highly competitive creatures. They have a drive to compete with other males of the species for the best mate – this isn’t so much different than what happens in the animal kingdom. Most men have an innate drive to compete with other men when it comes to the “best mate” or the “most attractive woman”. With this being said, one of the reservations of most women who find out about their husband or partner’s Hotwife fantasy is that he is somehow “weaker” than the rest because he wants to give up his position as your only partner. Is this really true, though? Could the truth lie somewhere within today’s man’s loss of natural competition in everyday life, and a desire to maintain a level of competition after marriage or “monogamy”? Is this weakness, or rather the ultimate confidence?
Cuckholding aside, because this aspect of the fantasy requires a bit more in terms of a “woman led” relationship, and a bit more from the man in terms of a desire for mental sadomasochism, a good majority of men enjoy the idea that they have been able to “capture” the best mate and even when she’s out having amazing physical and emotional experiences with men who may have qualities that actually supersede their own – a better body, a larger cock, youth, more prowess in bed – their woman actually WANTS to come back to them at the end of the night. While most Hotwife-Husbands do get some level of turn-on from the jealousy and the possibility that their Hotwife may actually be enjoying their dates more than they enjoy being “at home”, the overwhelming desire is the competition and the “win” in terms of having a wife who chooses them again and again even after being allowed to go out and have other men.
As Hotwives, we may be the focus of the fantasy, but there is that deeper and more psychological desire of a man who, even after committing to one woman, is able to compete with other males sexually. This is why the desire for “reclaiming” a Hotwife after a date is so strong – it’s actually been scientifically proven that men who are able to reclaim a partner after she has been with someone else have an increase in testosterone levels, which means stronger desire, more powerful erections, longer lasting erections, and an overall stronger sex drive. So, what does this mean for us as Hotwives?
He Enjoys the Jealousy, Go with It
As women we’ve learned that inducing some jealousy can actually be a good thing when it comes to dating – before we’ve found our “person”. We use our female prowess to keep the men who we are seeing guessing…why? Because they seem more interested in us when it seems as though we may not be 100% there. So, if this works in the dating world, why wouldn’t it work once we’re married? In contrast, women typically don’t respond as well, or in the same way to jealousy – we tend to worry, question, and sometimes shut down if we feel that he might be “just not that into us”. Naturally, because of our own feelings on the matter, we tend to avoid making our men jealous once we’ve committed to them, because we, ourselves don’t want to feel as though we’re in constant competition with other, more attractive, sexier, younger, etc., women. Why would we do something to the man that we love that we, ourselves, would hate?
For men, though, and especially those with Hotwife fantasies, jealousy is a big component and tool for us to keep our men hot and bothered. Sometimes just the mere mention of being flirted with by that cute guy at our favorite restaurant, or our interest in the sexy personal trainer at the gym is enough to send our men into a sexual frenzy. It doesn’t take a lot to feed the fantasy. It’s not ALL about dates and recounting how well we got worked over in the bedroom (and how much we loved it), though that is the ultimate turn on for our men, it’s also about the little things – the mention of our interest in someone else, the sexy messages that we send to potential lovers or Bulls, the “tease” of how much we loved what our last Bull did for us and how much we’re looking forward to doing it again. Remember, this ignites the “competition” element of things, which is natural for men.
The More You Enjoy it, the More He Enjoys it
You may be thinking, “But I’m doing it for him, I’m not doing it for myself” (a common theme by A LOT of Hotwives), but in reality, our men WANT us to enjoy our encounters. They want to hear about what this “other guy” did for or to is that sent us over the edge, and yes, they want to hear what we liked better about the “other guy”. I know it seems crazy, because we don’t want to imagine our men, even if we did allow them to be with other women, thinking that their “others” were better, sexier, hotter or had something that we don’t. That’s because we don’t have that “competition drive” like our men do.
Let’s face it, despite what our men tell us – “It’s all about your pleasure” or “I don’t get anything out of it unless you’re enjoying it, because I love you so much” – this isn’t some ultimate “unselfish” thing our men are doing for us. These things come out of their mouths, but what they are really saying is “I want to know that you came three times while he was fucking you, and you STILL want to come home to me”. It’s their kink, and we have to understand it.
So, if you’ve actually taken the step into the world of Hotwifing, you’re going to have to learn how to properly tease your man into believing that, just maybe, your Bull was better than him in some ways. Whenever you think “But I’m only doing it for him”, follow that us with “I’m doing it for him and he WANTS to know that I absolutely enjoyed it”. Find some aspect of your encounter that was mind-blowing, and recount, in great detail exactly what it was that sent you over the edge. This may require a little bit of embellishment, and that’s OKAY…trust me…embellishment is your friend in this situation. Tell your man about your Bull’s amazing cock, how good if felt, how good he tasted, how fantastic he was at oral sex, etc. These are the things that will ramp up that competition streak in your man and make him want to reclaim you with increased vigor and desire.
The More You Want Someone Else, The More Your Man Wants You
Again, you’re playing on the competition and the teasing aspect of things here… The more that you act as if you WANT to be a Hotwife, the more that your husband or partner is going to WANT you. His desire for you is going to skyrocket, his sexual desire for you is going to make it so that he’s ready to chew his own leg off to get you back in bed. I have experienced this firsthand many times…if I am completely honest about an “encounter” and admit to “D” that my Bull was lacking in some way, or I didn’t quite “get there”, he isn’t nearly as turned on as when I tell him about how amazing things were. I don’t like or believe in lying, but I do advocate for being selective and stretching the truth…maybe your lover wasn’t the best at giving oral sex, but maybe he was an amazing kisser, so a good answer would be “he was amazing with his mouth” and leave the rest up for interpretation.
We’re women. We are strong and capable and we are smart. And the truth is, this is a GAME we are playing for and with our husbands/partners, so we need to get our heads into the game. Furthermore, this is an intellectual game, and we need to use our intellects to get to where we want to be. Where do we want to be? We want to have a husband/partner who is absolutely drooling over us, believes we are the ultimate sexual goddess, and in is jealous enough to realize that in order to “compete” they will need to step up their own game in order to “keep” us satisfied – be that with amazing sex, extra romance, other rewards, or all of the above.
Happy Hotwifing!
-S
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Dear Diary, Dec 24th I'm a lonely pet. My husband was called to duty today. I wanted him to stay, to be with me while snow blankets everything and the holidays crept closer and closer. When that phone rang, however, he answered it. He always does; he's too selfless to do otherwise. As soon as I heard the first notes of "Sweet Child of Mine", his favorite ringtone, I knew our holiday was over. I tried not to cry, but he knew anyway. He came to me immediately after hanging up. Stefan said nothing, just walked up and folded me into his arms. That did it. All I could do was bury my face in his chest and sob. I didn't really hear anything he said, but it was predictable. Emergency duty, search and rescue, national security... whatever. The point was that he was needed. Oh, very much so. But *I* was the one that needed him, and I hate having to share him with the world. And just as he'd never consider not answering the phone in case he had to be recalled, I never consider trying to get him to stay or make him feel bad for leaving. It's not his fault that holidays are cut short like this. But it is his fault for making me love him so much. He always keeps a "go" bag packed and ready, but he double checked it as always to make sure he had everything he needed. I added a few things to the pockets, little items like a thin braid of my hair, a few naughty pictures taken under the Christmas tree, a love letter with my perfume on it. Oh, and the panties I was wearing. I hid them very well when he wasn't looking, so he shouldn't find them until after he gets to wherever they're sending him. He hugged me again and reminded me that when he got back, he'd have a surprise for me. All right, so it may be childish, but that was a little bit of happy in a day that was ending oh so wrong. Did I pester him about what it was? Try to wheedle some clue out of him while his grin got wider and that twinkle in his eye got brighter? Damn right, I did. He finally laughed and hugged me again, only saying that he was looking forward to seeing my reaction. I told him he'd have to come back to see it. Kiss and kiss, and then he was out the door and on his way to report for duty. Only one thing keeps me from breaking down and begging him to stay, just one thing that makes this bearable for both of us. Without it, I'd go crazy with starving desire and he'd be distracted with worry. Stefan reminded me while I was crying that I would be safe, and taken care of while he was gone. Even with the door closed, I could still smell the soap he uses. It's a sharp, cooling scent that travels all the way down to my toes and makes me ache to be touched, held, fucked. Just as the ache and the loneliness begins to set in, and I mean really set in, with the cramps of need and the bloom of heat racing across my skin, the door opened again. A rush of cool evening air felt chilly and I shivered a bit, looking up at the man in the doorway. It wasn't Stefan. It was Viktor.
The cramps intensified and I whimpered, looking up at him. He has a cruel mouth, with one corner twisting up a little with amusement. Stefan is large and strong, but Viktor almost dwarfs him. He can pick me up like I weigh no more than a kitten. When Stefan has to leave suddenly, Viktor always shows up. I don't know how he knows; Stefan never calls him. He just... arrives. And suddenly I can't wait to get back into the bedroom and strip, and lay out on my husband's bed so Viktor can fuck me. Stefan was right; I was going to be taken care of while he's gone. As I was turning to go into the bedroom, Viktor's hand closed around my throat from behind. Just as I can smell Stefan, even through a door, Viktor can smell me. He shoved me against the wall, using his own body to pin me there with a strength that is almost frightening. Almost. It makes me so wet and wild, being used like this. He holds me in place and strips the clothes off my body, making a little sound of appreciation when he found that my panties were already gone. His fingers are strong and hard and probe everywhere, checking to see how ready I am for him. And I am, I really am, but for one more thing that I have to do. "Beg," he growled in my ear. "Please, Vik-" The hand on my throat tightened suddenly and I realized my mistake. "Is that what you're supposed to call me?" he said. I shook my head and the pressure that cut off my words eased. "No, my lord." "That's better," he said. "Now beg. Beg me to fuck you until you scream. Beg me to use you however I want, in any way I want. Beg prettily enough, and I won't make you wait." I nearly passed out from the dark promises of his touch and voice. I submitted, just as he likes. I begged, just as he likes. And later, in my husband's bed, I screamed just as he likes. My heart belongs to Stefan, but my body will always belong to my lord.
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You’re getting out of these fucking clothes one way or another kitten. Daddy needs to use your tight dyke body again
I was 20, and I had stupidly traveled to Oakland to be with my friend. To comfort him after he lost his dream job. It only took him one drink to start tearing my clothes away and raped me. I couldn’t help submitting, it’s who I am. He raped me again and again before he finally let me leave his hotel. Master dealt with him (though he wasn’t Master then, just boyfriend), then made me ut my ass in the air so he could replace my rapist’s attentions.No wonder I love it lol