They Had No Idea

So I’m part of a group of women poets in a small town. We meet weekly to share our stuff, write and choose prompt, then write something new (based on the prompts) in 12 min. I’m not sure how I got roped into it, but it might be because the creator of the group is obscenely beautiful. Like the kind of beautiful where it’s hard to focus on the conversation. I’ll call her Natasha. Also included are her best friend Layla, a lithe yoga instructor; Megan, a bubbly, dark-curly-haired college student; Lilly, a sweet pink-haired arteest, and Clara, a willowy introvert. All of them are artists, poets, singers… and I want to fuck them all. They all have tremendous racks and it’s hard not to look. I want to see yoga teacher all sweaty and gasping, I want to bend pink hair over a table and take her from behind, I want to see curly girly’s tits bouncing up and down above me, I want to watch the willow sway with each thrust, and oh God to I wanna see Natasha loose her mind when she cums. But I smile and participate as I should.

Tonight I kept wondering what they would think of me if they found out how wonderfully I’d been fucked last night. My fella and I christened his new apt with one helluva fuck. We’d been out and about and I’m pretty sure he knew I wasn’t wearing underwear and the bra I had on was very sheer and it was cold out sooo… my nipples were good and hard. Once we settled in, he spent some nice time tending to the girls - touching, kissing, sucking - and he knows it goes right down to my clit. Then he’s grabbing just the right spots on my ass to fan the flames. He let me suck him for just a little bit, then he wanted me to ride him. Gladly, I do and I cum over and over again in waves. He knows just how to position me and where to thrust so I cum hard, repeatedly. He brought me back down to him and I got up the courage to tell him, “Leave me a mark.” He obliged, then we switched things up and he took me from behind. I love doggie-style for several reasons - it feels amazing, I love being able to scream into a pillow (I can be loud), it gives him the power to control the pace and the rest of me. And it’s also super easy to reach down and touch myself for the bonus orgasm. Then he asked me to let him watch me astride him again, which I did, then he finally let me suck his cock to the point of explosion. (My speciality.)

So as I sat with my poetry girls, I played with my necklace and tried not to think naughty things about them, all the while knowing I had a mark on me that I had requested.

Next Level Humiliation

My best friend and I had a lot of sex without commitment. Since we were both 17 years old, we did it continuously. It got crazier and wilder.
But the wildest thing happened when we were 24 years old:

We were direct neighbors in a high-rise building with 12 floors. She always had the crazy idea to do it in the elevator while it was going up and down.
She had persuaded me but I put a condition namely that she is completely naked during this time.
She agreed and we went to the elevator. We drove up and down and I pushed her naked against the wall. I fucked her hard, no one caught us. Shortly before I came I sprayed my sperm in her face and put on her handcuffs. These I attached to a rod that was in the elevator.
She looked at me in shock and without saying anything I left her there.

Our Front Line Is Our Uterus, We Are Made For That, Let's Do It

Let's get serious. If women were meant to be men, then they would have broad shoulders. As it is we have broad hips. Why? To have babies. That is the fate that is ours to carry. Bad luck and all that, we are made to get pregnant.

In university I was preached about self reliance, about working for a living. I was preached that I was equal to men, in everything. There is no difference. Well we all know that's bull shit, just one try and man can kick your ass and fuck you if he wants to. The only thing keeping a man from fucking you, is another man that owns you. That's why you change your name, and you wear your wedding j*welry.

I put my uterus to work, took my fucking, and I presented a bouncing baby boy to my husband. Now that's woman's work, men cannot do that. It is reserved for women. So why, if there are things reserved for women, cannot there by things reserved for men? I ask you. Do you want to wear a uniform and stand on the front line. Where are we going to get the balls to do that? I didn't think so. We are sisters, sisters, we hold the line at home, in the hospitals. We don't throw our bodies at the enemy. Do you know what the enemy does with a captured female combatant. No? I didn't think so? They r**e you, that's what they do, r**e you and make you serve them, and r**e you some more. The enemy has a use for you. They are going to use you to make babies for them.

I don't know about being a lesbian. I don't understand that. But if that is your problem to deal with, that doesn't excuse you from your duty. MAKING BABIES FOR THE FATHERLAND. That's our duty now. Our boys don't come home. We have to make more boys. That's something women can do. Let's go to work, for the boys that don't come home.

The Plumbet

I am sitting in our bedroom wearing a blond wig ive made up my face, i have a pink bra on with silicone breast matching panties a black garter belt and black stockings and my pink chastity cage. I am watching our plumber fuck my wife up the ass. When he is finished with her i will thank him for fucking my wife kneel in front of him and beg to clean his cock. After i clean his cock i lick all his cum out of my wifes ass and thank her for fucking a real man. Pretty much every tradesman in the area uses my wife. Thats what happens when you are a sissy husband.