Where Is From? I Need To Find

Intellectual, imaginative, romantic, emotional. This is what gives sex its surprising textures, its subtle transformations, its aphrodisiac elements. Sex loses all its power and magic when it becomes explicit, mechanical, overdone, when it becomes a mechanistic obsession. It becomes a bore. You are shrinking your world of sensations. You are withering it, starving it, draining its blood. If you nourished your sexual life with all the excitements and adventures which love injects into sensuality, you would be the most potent human being in the world. The source of sexual power is curiosity, passion. You are watching its little flame die of asphyxiation. Sex does not thrive on monotony. Sex must be mixed with tears, laughter, words, promises, scenes, jealousy, envy, all of the spices of fear, foreign travel, new faces, novels, stories, dreams, fantasies, music, dancing, opium, wine.

Anaïs Nin - 'The Diary Of Anaïs Nin, Volume 3; 1939-1944'

Cumslut Affirmations!

Ladies! Do you feel like deep-down you exist to serve cock? Do you need a little help releasing your inner slut? I was inspired to make this file after spending time on the discord server belonging to @cumslutallie

Listen and repeat these powerful affirmations to yourself, before too long you’ll be the dumb submissive cumslut that Men deserve!

Transcript:

You can treat me like all the other toys Because I exist to please the boys On my knees where I obey I must do the things you say

You show me what I should be When you cum all over me You can do it on my face or tits Because I am just a stupid ditz

Make me dirty, make me wet I am just your mindless pet Cover me in all your seed I’m a slut it’s what I need

Girls are cumsluts, one and all We exist to drain your balls So much better pleasing men No more thoughts, just giving in

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Tell me about your hotwife #

Well, the year is coming to an end, so it’s time for this year’s top 5 book list.

Starting with the five MMF romance books I enjoyed most.

Sugar Daddies – Jade West

Swept - Alyssa Turner

Stitches - Sam Mariano

Three to Play – Lee Swift

Roll against trust – Allyson Lindt

Ode to the Cuckold Husband

In a world where traditional relationships often limit freedom and self-expression, the cuckold husband emerges as a symbol of openness, trust, and an unconventional approach to love. This is not just a role; it is a true art of acceptance and support that deserves recognition.

Openness and Acceptance

The cuckold husband demonstrates incredible openness to new experiences and desires. He is unafraid to acknowledge his wishes and fantasies, embracing them as part of his identity. This requires great courage and self-confidence, as not everyone can take such a step.

Trust and Support

At the core of cuckold relationships lies deep trust. A man who embraces this role shows boundless support for his partner, allowing her to explore her desires without fear of judgment. This creates an atmosphere where both partners can be happy and fulfill their dreams.

Defiance of Stereotypes

The cuckold husband challenges traditional gender roles and stereotypes. He does not conform to outdated notions of what a "real man" should be. Instead, he chooses to be free, genuine, and happy, which is a true manifestation of strength.

A Beautiful Combination

It is important to clarify that this dynamic is not akin to adult films. In many portrayals of cuckoldry in pornography, the essence of this relationship is often distorted. A wife who enjoys the thrill of being with other men is not a promiscuous woman; rather, she is a devoted partner who chooses to explore her sexuality while remaining deeply in love with her husband. This relationship beautifully combines virtue and indulgence, creating a unique bond that transcends conventional boundaries.

Conclusion

The cuckold husband is not merely a role but a whole philosophy of life that teaches us to accept ourselves and our partners as they are. He exemplifies how to build relationships based on trust, openness, and mutual respect. In a world filled with stereotypes and limitations, his example inspires new possibilities and experiences.

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Why be a Stag?

I had not heard of a Stag until we started on our journey. There where so many terms out there, where did we fit in? Not that we need terms to define us. But we have decided that the term Stag for me and Vixen for my wife best defines the lifestyle we choose to live.

Unlike what seems to be a common theme in a cuckold relationship, as a Stag I do not have a small cock in fact my cock is the perfect size for my wifes pussy. It reaches the back of her vagina just fine, its not too skinny either. I please her in our love making, we have a great sex life. We treat each other with respect at all times, when we invite another to fuck her the Bull must do the same. I am confident, professional and have a high self respect.

So why do I like a Stag lifestyle? Simple.

We where already a strong couple to the outside world, internally we had cracks due to various reasons. We thought we where stronger than we where. Now, this lifestyle has made us better than what the outside world veiwed we are now a super power couple and it has been noticed by just about all that know us. Only nobody knows why.

The lifestyle has improved;

Love - I love my wife more today than the day I meet her.

Trust - Our level of trust is at a level that most couples only dream of.

Communication - Is at a level that we have never experienced in our relationship. There is nothing that we hold in now. We say what is on our minds without fear of judgment. If we are not together we want to be communicating wheather it is phone, texting or sexting.

Respect - Our respect for each other is incredible, unlike at any other time in our relationship.

Teamwork - After 20yrs we had become a bit you do your jobs I will do mine. Now we want to do everything together.

Commitment - We have never been so committed to each other and our future.

Confidence - My Vixen is super confident, she dresses sexier, looks sexier, almost has a glow to her, carries herself with more pride, feels awesome, loves the attention she receives from all that meet her now.

Honesty - We now say exactly what we feel, without fear of judgment. We can say I would like to try this, if it’s outside her comfort zone she will say so and I will not take it to heart. Usually we find a compromise that makes us both happy.

Conflict resolution - we can argue now come to a resolution without bringing unrelated issues into the conflict (dirty fighting) we resolve our issues without making them worse.

My social skills - I had become quite anti social. Did not like socializing or being around groups. My wife has noticed a significant change in me. I am not hiding in the corner waiting for the night to be over anymore.

Sex life - Our sex life is incredibly good, we now have sex at least once a day, usually more. We just can’t keep our hands off each other. The quality of sex is unbelievable. My stamina has improved so much my wife can’t get enough. My penis has grown considerably so much that my wife use to comfortably give my a blow job now she struggles to get the girth and lengh in her mouth.

When we meet with Bulls she goes for hours, so far it has not been her that has needed a short break but us to reload. My Vixen is always super horny. Neither of us can get enough sex, after she has been with a Bull. Even if I had multiple orgasms in that time she says when he leaves and I reclaim her, my cum load is huge.

For those considering becoming a Stag with a Vixen wife. Be prepared for some amazing positive changes in your life if you are both ready for it.

After it got dark and all the other cousins and grown ups had gone inside the house, my cousin and me stayed in the pool splashing around. He’d lift me on his shoulders and drop me into the water making a big splash. After awhile we were tired and got out to dry off on two of the lounge chairs.

“I’m taking drivers ed next month,” he told me.

“Are you getting a car?” I asked, jealous knowing that he probably would be.

“I hope so!”

Even though he was only two years older than me, it seemed like forever before I’d have the freedom to drive.

We don’t say much else as we sat there wrapped in towels by the pool. Then out of nowhere he busted out.

“So you ever seen one?”

“Seen what?” I asked him.

“A dick?” he answered.

“No!” I was embarrassed by the question.

“Want to see mine?” He asked with a sheepish grin.

I hadn’t been offered before and I suppose the curiosity got the best of me.

“Ok!” I told him.

My answer surprised him but without hesitation he began pulling down his board shorts that were still damp from the pool.

“Well?” he asked.

It was bigger than I imagined and I sat up on the lounge chair to get a closer look.

“Ok,” I responded feeling a little awkward.

“Want to touch it?”

I shrugged my shoulders and extenddd my finger and touched the top of it. It started to move.

“Why don’t you hold it?” he asked.

I gripped his shaft and my eyes opened wide as it began to grow in my hand.

“Oh wow!” I told him.

“Move your hand up and down it.”

I did as he told me, my hand clenched around his cock watching as it got harder and harder.

“Does it feel good?” I asked.

“Yes,” he replied in a soft whisper his eyes now closed. “Keep going!”

My hand was shaking as I looked up at the house and around us in the dark making sure no one was watching.

“Go faster,” he asked me.

By now his smooth cock was almost two hands worth as I sped up my strokes on his shaft. His breathing got harder. I stopped.

“Wait! What? Why did you stop?” he asked his chest heaving .

“You want me to keep going?” I asked.

“Yes please. It feels very good.”

I wrapped my hand again on his long shaft and continued to slide it up and down. He put his hand over my clenched fist.

“Harder. Grip it harder . Hold on to it and then stroke it .”

I could now feel his cock throbbing in my hand with my tighter grip.

“Oh god Kaylie. Much better,” his pleasure now obvious on his face . “Show me yours.”

“You want to see mine?” I asked surprised.

“Yes. I’ve only seen one in pictures. Please.”

Felt weird that my cousin was asking me to show him my private parts. My mother had warned me not to ever show anyone anything inappropriate from strangers to her boyfriends or even my uncles . But she never told me not to show my cousin who was only a couple years older than me and not even old enough to drive yet. So I figured why not?

I unwrapped my towel with one hand and began pulling down my bikini bottom all while still stroking my cousins hard cock. I pulled them to my ankles and he asked me to spread my legs.

“Lift your legs up onto the chair,” he asked as he leaned in closer. I put my feet up on the lounger and spread them out. My bare pussy with only the moonlight shining on it.

“Can I touch it?” he asked shyly.

“Ok” I said.

His open hand reached towards it and the tip of his middle finger made contact.

“Feels so soft and smooth.” He continued touching it making circular motions. “Does it feel good?”

“Yes.” I said.

Just then I felt his body tense up.

“Should I stop?” I asked.

“No. Keep going.”

He sat across me, legs stretched out on the lounger, his cock straight up in the air, my arm tiring from the constant stroking. And just like that a rope of his young milky cum shot up straight in the air. Followed by another thick shot and even more until it covered my hand.

“Holy crap,” I told him. My eyes wide open with an uncontrollable giggle.

“Fuck that felt good,” he said, his firm body trembling.

“Kaylie! Brian!” We heard my aunts voice from the house. “Come get some cake before it’s all gone!”

“Ok Mom. Be right there.” He responded.

We both pulled up our swim suits and he cleaned himself with his towel. I dipped my hand in the pool and dried it off with my own towel and giggled the whole time before heading inside.

Now six years later whenever we run into each other, we never mention that night, but look at each other with those knowing glances of what happened between us.

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