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*dramatic fake sigh*

Looks like I’m gonna *have to* get fucked in the ass occasionally...

https://www.girlonthenet.com/blog/anal-as-punishment/

NEW blog: anal as punishment. I think I’ve written consent really well into this but read the content note pls!

#NSFW #anal #bdsm #CNC

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Inspired by true events. 🔥

“You’re absolutely sure you want to do this?” my wife, Sofía, asked from the hotel bathroom.

I didn’t answer right away. While it wasn’t too late to change my mind, it felt that way.

We had made our way down to San Antonio from Austin. A short drive, but it felt miles away from the normality of life. The reason for this trip was the result of a conversation three months earlier. During some nighttime bedroom talk, Sofía and I discussed our sex life. Our relationship in all areas was great, except with intimacy. Life with a toddler had shifted our priorities.

“I think so,” I finally replied, lacking conviction but still committed.

That night we talked about sex, but more than just sex, we talked about fantasies. My wife has always been a bit vanilla and shy on the topic, so it was new territory. I shared with her something I had been imagining in my mind for years: her giving an assjob to someone while I watched.

I don’t know why I was so fixated on it . Maybe it was the way I saw an older man take a video of her ass at the beach in Hawaii when she was in a thong bikini I bought her. She was a little annoyed about how small it was, but wore it for me nonetheless. The way he was fixated on it, and with no shame. Sofía didn’t notice until I showed her a picture I took of it happening. We laughed and moved on. Or at least she did. I revisited that picture often.

The way her ass stood out on her slender frame, holding its shape from all her Pilates, yet maintaining a mesmerizing jiggle with each step she took in the sand. The fabric of the bikini disappeared at the top of her ass cheeks, revealing to anyone who looked the entire show, leaving nothing to the imagination.

To my surprise, rather than dismiss my fantasy instantly, Sofía asked me questions.

“And how would you imagine this happens?” she implored. Not judging, but just curious to know how deeply I had thought about it.

There were a hundred different scenarios I had created in my mind, some of which I outlined, but ultimately told her that the most realistic way would be to just find someone online, speak with them a bit to build trust, and then ask them. I figured another couple would give some peace to Sofía, knowing another woman was in the room watching as well.

“I don’t like that idea,” she said after listening to my realistic scenario. She continued, “I don’t trust complete strangers like that.”

“Maybe we’ll find someone you know then,” I replied, jokingly, ready to just let the topic fizzle.

“I’d be more okay with that,” Sofía replied.

I was stunned. I rolled over and turned off the light. I couldn’t sleep. My mind was racing, and I was turned on more than I had been in years.

The next few days, I wracked my brain thinking of someone who Sofía knew, but didn’t know too well.

Then it hit me.

At her old work, there was a coworker of hers who had a huge crush on her. Yuto Mai. He was a little socially awkward with women, shy, but nice. The classic example of a guy who has a major crush on someone at work, but has zero chance. He would message Sofía on Instagram now and again, complimenting her on her beauty. That is, up until I came into the picture. He had a hard time with that. And even though Sofía had left that job a few years prior, you could tell that he was still holding out hope.

That evening, I brought up our conversation and pitched the idea of Yuto.

“What about someone you knew who had a crush on you, like Yuto?” I suggested, waiting for her response.

“Eww, Yuto?” she replied. “He’s not my type at all.”

This took me by surprise. I didn’t realize that Sofía imagined this scenario with someone who she considered her “type”.

“Well who is your type then?” I inquired.

“Not Yuto. That would be weird. You should have said Mike,” she answered.

“Who’s Mike?” I had genuinely not heard of his name before. Sofía’s face turned a light shade of pink as she explained to me that Mike was one of the senior managers she worked with. I learned that he was divorced and maybe 15 years older than Sofía. Apparently he would flirt with her a little at the office, but not in a gross kind of way. He was “smooth” (her words).

Their work relationship was starting to get quite flirty, until one Saturday night, he texted her to see if she wanted to meet up with him and some other work friends. His divorce wasn’t finalized, and it made Sofía feel a little weird, so she backed off. Not long after, she left the company for a new job.

I listened to her story about this guy that she crushed on.

“I suppose it would have been fun to have a secret fling at work,” she said with a small smile.

“What if, hypothetically, he was single? Would you let him get off to your ass?”

Sofía paused. Took a deep breath and exhaled slowly with a small nervous chuckle.

“Yes.”

TO BE CONTINUED

“I’ll be there in a five minutes,” she said, as she stepped out of the shower.

It was a scene I had come to expect after going to the gym. My wife, water dripping off her slender frame, over the rounded curves of her ass, sliding down her legs. She took her place in front of the bathroom mirror with nothing but a towel on her head. Grabbing the lotion, she started to apply it to her arms, but I knew it would make its way down to her chest, waist, and legs and butt.

It drove me wild, especially because she did this in front of large windows. Our apartment, on the 20th floor, faced another residential building in the city. It sat only 80 feet away or so.

“I’ll wait in the other room,” I said, walking out the bedroom to prepare our show on Netflix.

But as I walked out, something went through my mind. I was pulled into the adjacent bedroom to ours. I kept the lights off, and slowly walked up to peer out the window. I scanned the building, looking for signs of life. There were empty balconies on every apartment.

Exept for one.

A few stories above where our apartment was situated, I saw them. On one of the balcony stood three guys with drinks in hand, leaning over the railing, looking directly into our apartment.

To be specific… directly into our apartment bathroom. Watching every move of my wife as she ran her hands over has ass, around her thoughts and down to her calves with her after shower lotion - completely oblvious to her admirers.

I looked down and my hand was in my shorts, slowly moving up, pausing for a moment, and then down. I felt an intense build-up, near extacy with every intentional, methodical pull.

I was consumed by the moment, a prisoner to it. Just a few strokes more and my entire body vibrated in an intensity that I have very rarely experienced. And in a flash, the moment was over.

I walked out of the room to the other bathroom to clean up. Five mintues later I was still trying to make sense of what had transpired.

My wife entered the room, her hair still damp, in her comfy pajamas.

“Okay, what are we watching tonight?”

I had an idea for a pose, used a 3D program to get it close and drew Elara doing it.
#nsfw #nsfwart #loli #catgirl #oc

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Ce matin, nous parlions de gens qui haïssent par ignorance, par la peur ou de ce que l’on ne veut pas savoir…..
Voici un exemple flagrant d’ignorance, de peur de manque de compréhension...

ici.radio-canada.ca/nouvelle/2…

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