FabSwingers.com forum: My experience as a car slut

By *hiskeymuffin OP Couple
6 days ago

Tayside

The night was thick with the scent of burnt rubber and the echo of our engines as we tore through the backstreets of the Edinburgh, the blue lights of the police flashing in our rearview mirrors. We'd shaken them off, ducking into the labyrinth of an old industrial estate where the only witnesses were the silent, looming factories.

Our group, two cars of us, parked under the shadow of a rusting warehouse. The air was electric with adrenaline, the thrill of the chase still pumping through our veins. I was in my usual, a short skirt that barely covered anything, paired with a tiny top that left little to the imagination. I knew how I looked, and tonight, I felt every eye on me.

The guys were rowdy, high off the rush, and I couldn't help but play into it. I was always flirting, but tonight, something felt different. Maybe it was the danger, the close call with the cops, or just the raw energy of the night. My long-term boyfriend was back home, oblivious to the scene I was about to make.

Jase, one of the racers with a reputation for his speed both on the road and in other arenas, caught my eye. His smirk was an invitation, and I walked right into it. We started with some playful banter, but the air quickly charged with something more primal. He leaned against his car, unzipping his jeans, and I knew what was coming.

I dropped to my knees, the gravel biting into my skin, but the pain was nothing compared to the heat of the moment. I took him in, the taste of him mixing with the night's adventure, his moans mingling with the distant hum of the city. The others watched, their eyes hungry, forming a loose circle around us.

When Jase was done, another stepped up. I didn't even know his name, but in that moment, it didn't matter. He was hard, eager, and I was just as ready, my body responding with a want that surprised even me. I worked him with my mouth, the audience growing more vocal, egging us on.

Then it escalated. Someone pulled me up, my legs weak, my mind buzzing. I was bent over the hood of a car, the cold metal against my skin a sharp contrast to the heat inside me. The first guy took me from behind, the sound of his body against mine echoing off the concrete.

They called it a "train", and I was the track. One after another, four in total, they took their turns. Each thrust was a mix of pain and pleasure, my body used, my mind lost in the chaos of sensations. The air was filled with grunts, the slap of skin, and my own gasps, which I barely recognized as my own.

After, as I straightened up, my legs shaky, my clothes disheveled, there was a moment of silence. The reality of what had just happened settled in, the thrill giving way to a cocktail of emotions—guilt, exhilaration, shame, and an odd sense of power.

We didn't speak much on the drive back. The cars were quieter now, the engines the only sound in the night. I knew this would change things, but in that moment, I didn't care. I was part of the scene, part of the night, part of something wild and uncontrollable.

And as the city lights blurred past, I wondered if I'd ever be the same again.

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By *hiskeymuffin OP Couple
6 days ago

Tayside

I dragged myself from bed, every part of me sore, my mind racing with last night's memories. The mirror showed a girl transformed by the night's events. Jeans and a hoodie today, hoping to disappear into normalcy, but the whispers at our hangout spot said otherwise.

Jase nodded, but it was Tom who caught my eye now, his look possessive. Then there was Mike, his face a mask of pain. "We need to talk," he said, pulling me aside.

"It's over," Mike declared, his voice breaking. "There's no going back from this."

His words were like a starting pistol, freeing me. For the first time since discovering my sexuality, I felt unchained. No more pretending or holding back. As I watched Mike walk away, the weight of my past lifted. I was free, ready to race into whatever wild night awaited, now on my own terms.

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By *hiskeymuffin OP Couple
6 days ago

Tayside

I pull into the airfield, the modified Astra VXR purring under me, the turbo Mike and I had installed giving it an aggressive growl. The air was charged with anticipation, the makeshift drag strip laid out before us. But there was a cruel twist tonight; the guys had set it up so I'd race against Mike, my now ex.

The tension was palpable as we lined up, engines revving, the smell of burning rubber filling the air. The flag dropped, and we launched. My car surged ahead, the modifications paying off in a way I hadn't expected. I crossed the finish line first, the victory bitter but undeniable. Mike drove off without a word, his taillights disappearing into the night.

The mood shifted as we convoyed to a quaint village with a beachfront, the salt air mingling with the scent of grilled food. We parked, and the night turned to casual celebration, everyone eating and laughing. But I felt Tom's eyes on me, his presence inescapable.

"Come for a walk," Tom said, his voice a command rather than an invitation. We left the group, our footsteps crunching on the pebbled shore until we were out of sight, the waves a constant murmur.

There, under the moonlit sky, Tom didn't waste time. He pushed me against a large rock, his hands rough, pulling my clothes aside with a hunger that was both thrilling and intimidating. He kissed me hard, his tongue dominating mine, his hands exploring with an urgency that made my body respond despite the situation.

He turned me around, pressing my front against the cold stone, pulling my jeans down in one swift motion. His fingers found me, already wet from the adrenaline of the race and the confrontation with Mike. He teased me, circling, before his fingers plunged inside, making me gasp.

Then he was inside me, his cock hard and demanding. He didn't waste time with gentleness; this was about control, about claiming something that had been part of the night's wildness. Each thrust was hard, deep, making me feel every inch of him. His hands gripped my hips, pulling me back onto him, the sound of our bodies slapping together loud against the quiet beach.

"You like this, don't you?" he growled, his voice a mix of pleasure and challenge. I could only moan, my words lost in the sensation. He was relentless, pushing me to the edge, his pace unyielding until I was shuddering, coming around him with a cry that was half pleasure, half surrender.

Then he pulled out, turning me to face him, pushing me to my knees. His hand in my hair guided me to him, and with a few more strokes, he came, his release hot and thick, filling my mouth. He left me there, on the beach, to compose myself, his dominance palpable even as he walked away.

I stood, pulling my clothes back into place, feeling the mix of his and my pleasure on my thighs. The walk back to the group was solitary, the sand cold under my feet, the night air cool against my flushed skin. I rejoined the others, the taste of freedom and the echo of the night's wildness still on my tongue.

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By *cotty909Man
6 days ago

tranent

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By *hiskeymuffin OP Couple
6 days ago

Tayside

The warehouse was alive tonight, every shadow filled with the promise of adventure or sin. I wore a skirt that barely skimmed my thighs, a top that might as well have been painted on, my intent clear in the way I moved through the crowd. The music thumped in time with my heart, the scent of oil and cologne mingling in the air.

I danced, my body close to anyone who caught my eye, the heat of the room making my skin slick. My eyes locked with a new face, Liam, whose smile was more mischievous than the usual hard-edged grins of the racers. We flirted, our conversation laced with innuendo, our touches becoming more daring until he whispered, "Let's get out of here."

We ended up at a moonlit car park, the only witnesses the stars and our cars. Liam's hands were on me before we even stopped moving, his touch gentler, more curious than what I was used to. I pushed him into my Astra's backseat, the leather cool against his back as I straddled him. My skirt rode up, and his hands found my hips, guiding me down onto him with a groan that matched my own sigh of satisfaction.

I took control, setting a rhythm that had us both panting, the car swaying with our movements. His hands roamed, exploring, while mine guided him where I wanted him. The thrill was in the power, in the control, in knowing I was the one driving this encounter.

But the night wasn't done with me yet. The sound of another engine cut through our pleasure, and there was Tom, his car pulling up with a predatory growl. He was out in an instant, his presence imposing even in the dark.

"You think you can just leave without me knowing?" Tom's voice was a mix of anger and lust. I didn't answer; instead, I stepped out, meeting his challenge head-on.

We collided, all pretense gone. He pushed me against the hood of his car, the metal warm from the engine's heat. His kiss was punishing, but I met it with equal fervor, biting his lip, making him growl. His hands were everywhere, claiming, as if to erase the touch of another. He turned me around, pulling my skirt up, and without any more foreplay, he was inside me, the roughness a stark contrast to Liam's earlier gentleness.

I met his thrusts, pushing back, the sensation of being wanted, of being fought over, igniting something wild within me. Each movement was a silent declaration; I wasn't his to control.

Tom finished with a grunt, leaving me there to fix my skirt, his seed cooling on my skin. Liam had vanished, probably knowing better than to stick around.

Back at the warehouse, the party was winding down, but my reputation had shifted. Whispers followed me, eyes judged, but there was also a new respect, or perhaps fear. I was no longer just the girl in the short skirt; I was the one who danced with danger, who played the game on her terms.

Driving home alone, the night's events replayed in my mind. I was free, wild, and yet, there was a part of me that thrived in this chaos. Each encounter was a lesson, each touch a story. I smiled, the road ahead an endless track of possibilities.

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By *usie pTV/TS
6 days ago

taunton

Frigging hell what a lovely dirty bitch

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By *ushin boundariesCouple
6 days ago

halstead

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By *arearsedcheekMan
6 days ago

Angus

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By *hiskeymuffin OP Couple
6 days ago

Tayside

The message from Tom came late, his words demanding, possessive: "I want you. We need to talk tomorrow." I felt the tug of obligation, the thrill of his desire mixed with the unease of commitment. I agreed to meet, unsure of what I wanted but knowing I couldn't ignore him.

The morning was quiet at our usual spot, the usual buzz of engines and chatter absent. The news spread quickly; Tom had been in an accident after messaging me. He was fine but in hospital, arrested for causing the crash. There was a somber mood, everyone processing the news.

As we milled about, I felt eyes on me. A guy, new to our circle or perhaps always in the background, was watching me. There was something predatory in his gaze, like he'd been waiting for this moment. He approached, his conversation light, probing, but there was an undercurrent of intent. We parted, but I caught him in my rearview mirror, following discreetly.

I led him to a secluded area, an old park with picnic benches, the kind of place where the world seemed to stop. He didn't waste time. His kiss was hungry, his hands pulling me close, the urgency of his desire clear. We stumbled to a bench, the wood rough against my back as he pushed me down.

He was quick to lift my skirt, his fingers hooking into my knickers, pulling them down with a smirk that said this was just the beginning. His mouth found my neck, biting gently, then more fiercely as my hands worked at his jeans, freeing him.

He lifted me onto the bench, my legs wrapping around him, pulling him closer. His cock was hard against me, and with one swift motion, he entered me. The bench creaked with each thrust, his pace relentless, each movement driving me back against the wood. I clung to him, nails digging into his back, marking him as he marked me.

He was vocal, his breath hot against my ear, whispering dirty promises, his thrusts deep and demanding. I met each one, my body responding, the pleasure mixed with the pain of the wood and the thrill of being taken in such an open, yet hidden, place.

The climax came hard for both of us, his body shuddering, mine arching into him. He pulled out, leaving me breathless on the bench, my pussy still pulsing from the intensity. He stood, a satisfied grin on his face as he pocketed my knickers, a trophy of the moment.

I watched him walk away, the scratches on his back visible even from where I lay. The air was cool against my skin, the quiet of the park a stark contrast to the heat of our encounter. I straightened up, feeling both the loss and the freedom of the moment.

The day would go on, but this was a reminder of the life I led, of desires taken and given, of games played in the shadows of the car scene.

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By *ushin boundariesCouple
6 days ago

halstead

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By *hiskeymuffin OP Couple
6 days ago

Tayside

With both Mike and Tom out of the picture, I embraced my single status like a new car on an open road. The city became my playground, each corner and quiet nook a potential stage for my exploration of desire and power.

One night, after too many drinks and not enough dancing, I found myself in the dark alley behind a popular bar. The guy was a bouncer, all muscle and pent-up energy. We didn't waste words. I was pressed against the brick wall, the roughness of it a stark contrast to the heat of his body. My skirt was hiked up, my legs wrapped around him as he fucked me hard against the wall, his grunts mingling with the distant city sounds. It was fast, raw, the thrill of being caught adding to the intensity until he finished, leaving me with the taste of whiskey and sweat on my lips.

Another night, another thrill. I met a stranger at a rooftop party, where the skyline was our witness. We kissed, the alcohol loosening our inhibitions. The cool night air met our heated bodies as we found a less occupied corner. I bent over the low wall, the city lights below us as he entered me from behind. His thrusts were synchronized with the pulsing bass from the party, each one sending waves of pleasure through me, the danger of being seen from any nearby building adding to the ecstasy. We climaxed together, our moans lost to the wind, leaving me with a view of the city that would forever be marked by that moment.

The morning after a night out felt like an adventure in itself. I wandered into a park just as dawn was breaking, the light soft and forgiving. I met a jogger, his body glistening with sweat, his eyes lighting up with surprise and desire. We didn't speak; the conversation was in our bodies. I guided him to a secluded spot behind some bushes, where I straddled him, riding him slowly at first, then faster as the urgency built. The chirping birds were our soundtrack, his hands on my hips, guiding me, until we both came, the morning dew cold on our skin but our bodies hot with release.

These encounters were my liberation, each one a chapter in my story of sexual empowerment. But that was until I met Clive, whose presence would soon change the game entirely.

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By *onnoisseur100Man
6 days ago

Woking-ish

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By *hiskeymuffin OP Couple
6 days ago

Tayside

In the club, the music was a heartbeat, the lights a blur of color and shadow. I caught an older guy watching me, his gaze intense but not unwelcome. He was nearly double my age, his confidence like a well-worn leather jacket. He approached, his voice smooth over the din, "You look familiar."

We talked, his words a dance of their own, flirting with the edge of familiarity and desire. The night seemed to push us together, and soon, we were leaving the club for his flat.

Once inside, there was no hesitation. We were on his couch, the cushions soft under us, but our touch was anything but gentle. He kissed me like he knew exactly how to unravel me, his hands exploring, pushing my dress up, my panties down with an urgency that matched my own.

His mouth moved to my breasts, sucking, biting, while his fingers found me wet, ready. I straddled him, our clothes half-off, half-on, the friction of his jeans against my bare skin adding to the heat. I guided him inside me, the stretch of him making me gasp. We fucked, the couch creaking with each thrust, our bodies slick with sweat, the passion raw and consuming.

He was experienced, his movements perfect, knowing when to slow down, when to push hard. We changed positions, him behind me, pulling my hair, his other hand between my legs, driving me to the edge. I came hard, my cries muffled against the couch, his release following, filling me.

Morning came too soon, our bodies tangled in the aftermath of passion. I took his number, leaving with the taste of him still on my lips, my body pleasantly sore.

A few days later, the thrill of speed had me racing a BMW on the city bypass, the adrenaline a familiar high. But it was cut short by flashing lights; I was pulled over by the traffic police. My heart sank until I saw the officer - Clive.

We played it cool, pretending not to know each other. His uniform made him even more authoritative, his voice stern as he issued a warning. "Keep it legal next time," he said, his eyes betraying the night we shared.

Back in my car, I sent him a text: "wtf". The simplicity of the message couldn't capture the whirlwind of emotions - the shock, the thrill, the undeniable pull towards something that felt dangerously exciting.

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By *eretopleasureMan
6 days ago

Falkirk

👏👏👏💦💦

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By *hiskeymuffin OP Couple
6 days ago

Tayside

We arranged to meet later in the week, the secrecy adding an edge to the anticipation. Yet, there was a nagging sense of betrayal towards my friends, knowing they'd disapprove of this liaison with an older man, especially one in uniform. But the pull was too strong to ignore.

When we met, we skirted around the topic of his job, diving into conversations that lasted hours, our words weaving through topics from philosophy to the mundane, building an intimacy that was as intriguing as it was forbidden.

Then, the inevitable happened. Our talks turned into touches, and soon we were lost in each other again. This time, the sex was harder, more desperate. He pushed me against the wall, his hands firm around my neck, controlling the breath that escaped my lips, heightening every sensation. His girth was impressive, filling me in a way that made me feel claimed, his thrusts deep and unrelenting.

I lost count, but I must have come around ten times, each orgasm blurring into the next, my body trembling with the intensity of it all. He was relentless, his movements precise, each one designed to drive me to the brink again and again. His hands never left my throat, adding a layer of danger and desire that made everything more vivid, more intense.

This pattern continued for weeks. We'd meet in private, our talks a prelude to the animalistic sex that followed. Each encounter was like a dance of fire and ice, our bodies communicating in a language of lust and need that was raw and primal. The secrecy of it all, the contrast between his uniform and the man who took me so fiercely, was part of the thrill. Every meeting was a mix of intellectual connection and physical abandon, each leaving me questioning where this would lead but unable to stop.

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By *hiskeymuffin OP Couple
6 days ago

Tayside

The courtroom was packed, the air thick with tension as Tom's case unfolded. My friends were there, a united front of support or curiosity, depending on where allegiances lay. I sat among them, trying to blend in, but my eyes were drawn to Clive, who was testifying as an expert witness for the prosecution.

Clive spoke with such authority, his voice cutting through the courtroom's murmur. His uniform accentuated his presence, making him stand out even more. I found myself hanging on his every word, lost in the cadence and command of his speech. My gaze lingered too long, and when I looked around, Tom's eyes were on me, sharp and knowing. There was something in his look that suggested he saw right through me, knew the secret I was hiding.

The guilt was overwhelming. I felt like I was betraying everyone - my friends, Tom, the scene. That night, I blocked Clive's number, the act feeling like a necessary severance, though it left a hollow ache in me. I couldn't be the one to betray everyone, especially not in such a public and pivotal moment.

Two weeks passed, and I was driving home, sticking to the speed limit, trying to keep my life in check. Then, the familiar flash of blue lights appeared in my rearview mirror. My heart raced, not from the thrill of speed this time, but from the fear of what this might mean.

I pulled over, hands trembling slightly on the wheel. The officer approached, and I prepared for a reprimand or worse, but my mind was elsewhere, wondering if this was fate catching up or if it was just another twist in the road.

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By *lderWiserNowMan
6 days ago

Kettrin

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By *xxxMan
6 days ago

Bedford & Chester

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By *hill-guy2024Man
6 days ago

Plymouth

Wow! What an incredible story

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By *hiskeymuffin OP Couple
6 days ago

Tayside

The officer was Clive, his presence both a shock and a relief. "Get in the car," he instructed, his voice low, and I obeyed, the tension between us palpable. Once inside his police car, with the partition up for privacy, he confessed, "I've been desperate to see you."

Our conversation was charged, each word laced with unspoken desire, but it didn't take long for words to give way to action. The confined space of the backseat became our arena. He pulled me onto his lap, my legs straddling him, our mouths meeting in a kiss that was all hunger and need. His hands were under my shirt, his touch igniting my skin as he unclasped my bra, freeing my breasts for his eager hands and mouth.

I felt his hardness through his uniform, my hand working to free him from his trousers. His cock was thick, the sensation of it against my palm sending shivers through me. I guided him into me, the angle awkward but the intensity undeniable. The car rocked with our movements, his hands gripping my hips, guiding me up and down on him.

His mouth found my neck, sucking, biting, leaving marks that would tell the tale of this encounter. I leaned back, giving him access to more of me, his tongue tracing down my chest while his thrusts became more urgent. The confined space amplified our moans, the leather of the seats squeaking under us.

He shifted us, bending me over the back seat, my ass in the air, his hand pressing my face down into the upholstery. From behind, he entered me again, his movements hard, filling me completely with each thrust. His hand found its way to my neck, controlling my breath, making each sensation more acute, more pleasurable. I came, my cries muffled against the seat, but he didn't stop, pushing me through multiple orgasms, each one blending into the next until I was a trembling mess of pleasure.

Finally, he pulled out, turning me to face him, and with a few more strokes, he came, his release hot against my skin. We sat there, catching our breath, the reality of what we'd just done hanging in the air.

The next day, I unblocked his number, the pull to him undeniable. I messaged him, "We need to talk," knowing that this wasn't just about the physical anymore; it was about what we were becoming to each other in secret.

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By *icecokairdrieMan
6 days ago

Glasgow

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By *ary1001xMan
6 days ago

Hillsborough

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By *rmbtsTV/TS
6 days ago

stockport

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By *_ianMan
6 days ago

Washington

Great story, and fantastic writing.

Looking forward to reading the next installment!

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By *hiskeymuffin OP Couple
5 days ago

Tayside

The relationship with Clive continued like a covert operation, our meetings orchestrated in the shadows of secrecy. We found ourselves in a delicate dance of desire and discretion, each rendezvous more thrilling than the last.

One evening, under the pretense of a routine traffic stop, Clive pulled me over in a secluded part of town, the area known more for its darkness than its traffic. Once in his car, the air was thick with anticipation, the space between us charged like the moments before a storm.

Clive had hinted at exploring new territories, and tonight was the night. He pulled out a silk scarf from his glove compartment, the fabric smooth and cool to the touch. "I want to try something," he said, his voice a mix of command and invitation. My heart thumped with curiosity and excitement.

He blindfolded me with the scarf, the world turning to black, heightening my other senses. The sound of his breath, the scent of his after shave mixed with leather from the car seats, everything felt more intense.

He guided my hands behind my back, securing them with another piece of silk. The vulnerability was exhilarating, my trust in him complete as I felt his hands roam my body, unzipping my jacket, sliding it off, then my top. The chill of the air contrasted with the heat of his touch.

Clive's fingers traced down my spine, igniting every nerve as he positioned me on my knees on the seat. I heard the clink of his belt, the rustle of fabric, and then the warmth of his skin against mine. His hands gripped my hips, pulling me back onto him, his entry slow, deliberate, letting me feel every inch of his girth.

The blindfold intensified the sensation; I could only anticipate his movements, unable to see his next action. He whispered dirty promises in my ear, his voice a low growl, telling me how he loved seeing me like this, how he wanted to make me his entirely in this moment.

He took control, his pace varying, sometimes slow and teasing, other times hard and fast, the unpredictability driving me wild. His hands found their way to my throat, not to restrict, but to guide, to control my breath in rhythm with his thrusts, adding to the overwhelming sensation of surrender.

I was lost in the pleasure, my moans filling the car, each orgasm like a wave crashing over me, counting at least four before he flipped me over, still bound and blind, to face him. His mouth found mine, the kiss deep, claiming, as he continued to move inside me, the angle hitting deep, pushing me towards another peak.

The climax for both of us was simultaneous, our cries muffled by the kiss, his body shuddering against mine. As we came down from the high, he gently removed the blindfold, his eyes meeting mine with a mix of satisfaction and adoration.

We stayed like that for a moment, catching our breath, the silk restraints still around my wrists, a symbol of our trust and the new layer added to our secret affair.

The next day, I unblocked his number again, this time not just for the thrill but because I couldn't deny the connection we were building. I messaged him, "Last night was incredible. When can we do that again?" The response was immediate, "Soon, and next time, I have more surprises for you." The game was changing, the stakes higher, but so was the reward.

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By *hiskeymuffin OP Couple
5 days ago

Tayside

We knew we couldn't risk another traffic stop; the thrill was too close to home. So, we planned our next rendezvous in another city, far enough to keep my friends from suspecting anything, but close enough for the escapade to feel like a getaway.

I drove to the city, my heart pounding with the excitement of the unknown and the secrecy of our meeting. Clive had booked a small, discreet hotel room under an alias, the kind of place where no questions were asked, and privacy was guaranteed.

Once inside, the atmosphere was electric. The room was dimly lit, the bed already strewn with silk ties and blindfolds, a clear sign of what was to come. Clive greeted me at the door, his uniform replaced by casual clothes but his authority undiminished.

He wasted no time; the door hadn't even fully closed when he pinned me against it, his kisses hungry, his hands roaming with purpose. We moved to the bed where he introduced me to another kink he'd hinted at - sensory deprivation.

He blindfolded me again, this time with a thicker, softer blindfold that blocked out all light. Then came the earmuffs, cutting off sound, leaving me in a world of touch and sensation. The vulnerability was intoxicating, my body responding to every touch, every whisper of air.

Clive used ice cubes next, tracing them down my body, the cold sensation making me gasp, my nipples hardening instantly. He alternated this with the warmth of his mouth or the heat of candle wax, which he dripped carefully over my stomach and chest, the contrast driving me wild.

Bound to the bed this time, my wrists and ankles secured, I was completely at his mercy. He used a feather, brushing it lightly over my skin, making me squirm with the tickling, teasing sensation. Then, the introduction of a small, vibrating toy, which he placed against my clit, the vibrations sending me into a frenzy of pleasure.

His voice came back to me, low and commanding through the earmuffs, guiding me, telling me when to breathe, when to let go. He fucked me slowly at first, letting me feel every movement, every inch of him, before picking up the pace, the vibrations still working their magic.

The sensory overload was unlike anything I had experienced; without sight or sound, every touch was magnified, every sensation a revelation. I came with an intensity that shook me, my cries silent to me but surely loud in the room.

After, he removed the blindfold and earmuffs, his eyes filled with a mix of satisfaction and care. We lay there, the room silent except for our breathing, the air thick with the scent of sex and candles.

As we recovered, Clive whispered about more kinks we could explore - perhaps temperature play with hot wax, or the thrill of public play in a truly private setting, like a locked, exclusive club. The idea of pushing our boundaries further in this new city, away from prying eyes, was both terrifying and exhilarating.

I left the next morning, our goodbyes a mix of passion and the promise of more secrets. Back in my car, I sent him a message, "I'm already planning our next escape," knowing that our journey into each other's desires was far from over.

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By *hiskeymuffin OP Couple
5 days ago

Tayside

The news of Tom's release from prison swept through the car scene, casting a shadow over the meet. The air was icy, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife. I left early, the weight of the night pressing down on me.

Back at home in my garage, I was cleaning my car, seeking comfort in the familiar task when the door opened. Tom stood there, his silhouette stark against the garage light. His voice was harsh, cutting through the silence, "So, you've been fucking the filth, huh?"

I met his gaze, my voice steady but my heart racing. "It's none of your business, Tom."

The argument was fierce, words like shrapnel from our shared past. But then, his kiss silenced me, aggressive, demanding. Despite the guilt twisting in my gut, I kissed him back, the familiar passion overwhelming my better judgment.

He turned me around, pushing me against the workbench, and I didn't resist. My body responded with a hunger I hadn't acknowledged, the roughness of his touch, the familiarity of his dominance, all igniting a fire within.

He pulled my jeans down with urgency, and I felt him enter me, his thrusts hard, relentless. The garage echoed with our sounds, the slap of skin, the bench creaking under our weight. My moans mingled with his grunts, a symphony of forbidden desire.

Afterward, he withdrew, leaving me bent over the bench, my breath catching up with the reality of what had just happened. His semen dripped onto the concrete, a physical manifestation of my betrayal.

Tom left without a word, the door slamming shut, leaving me in a silence that was louder than our encounter. I remained there, the cold air of the garage doing nothing to ease the heat of my guilt.

The thrill of the moment was quickly replaced by a torrent of emotions. Guilt washed over me like oil on water, spreading, staining everything it touched. I had betrayed Clive, the man I was building something with, for a moment of reckless nostalgia.

I wondered what this meant for my future, for the tangled web of relationships I was part of. The guilt was a heavy engine block in my chest, threatening to crush everything I cared about. I knew decisions had to be made, paths chosen, but all I could see was the mess on the floor, a metaphor for my life at that moment.

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5 days ago

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The decision was made in the quiet of my garage, amidst the remnants of my last encounter with Tom. I blocked Clive's number again, the guilt too overwhelming to face him. To avoid running into Tom, I decided not to go out in the car, keeping a low profile, my mind racing with what to do next.

Leaving Edinburgh seemed the only way to clear my head, to escape the tangled web I'd woven. I packed my bags, said a quiet goodbye to the life I knew, and headed to Cardiff to stay with my sister. The change of scenery was a balm, but it didn't erase the past.

In Cardiff, I found solace in the local car scene. The meets were different here, less about the edge of danger and more about the community. I made new friends, people who knew nothing of my past, offering me a fresh start. But life in a new city wasn't without its challenges; money was tight, and I needed a job.

Through my sister's connections, I landed a gig at a strip club owned by her friend. The bar job was far from glamorous, but it paid the bills. The club was a world of its own, filled with the scent of alcohol, the hum of music, and the occasional glimpse of the dancers' lives. I worked the bar with a mix of fascination and detachment, serving drinks while keeping my own stories locked away.

The job introduced me to a different kind of nightlife, one where I wasn't the center of attention but an observer. It was here, among the neon lights and the shadowed corners, that I began to rebuild myself. The car scene in Cardiff was my new escape, but the club was where I learned to navigate my new reality.

I kept my head down, my focus on making a new life, but the echoes of Edinburgh lingered. Every now and then, I'd catch myself looking over my shoulder, half-expecting to see Tom or Clive, but they were miles away, and this was my chance to redefine who I was.

The nights at the club taught me resilience, the car meets gave me a sense of community. I was finding my footing, learning to balance this new life with the remnants of the old. But as the days passed, I knew this was just another chapter; the story of my heart, my desires, and my choices was far from written.

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5 days ago

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5 days ago

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The offer to dance came on a night when the club was buzzing, the air thick with anticipation and alcohol. "You've got the moves, why not give it a go up front?" the manager suggested, his eyes serious but hopeful. I'd laughed it off at first, but when he mentioned the pay, the temptation was too great to ignore.

I borrowed a light blue lingerie set from one of the girls, the fabric soft and slightly sheer, paired with matching stockings that felt like a second skin. My own white heels from the car added a touch of elegance, their height promising to accentuate every move.

On stage, the lights were my new spotlight, different from the rinks and ballet studios but just as demanding. The music pulsed through me, a rhythm I knew all too well. I started with a slow spin, balletic, arms gracefully arching above my head, before transitioning into a series of fluid movements borrowed from my figure skating days. My legs extended in arabesques, my body bending and flowing with an elegance that captured the audience's attention.

I moved to the beat, my hips swaying in a way that was both seductive and controlled, a blend of ballet's grace with the sensuality of the club's ambiance. The pole became my partner, and I twirled around it, executing spins that ended in poses that were both athletic and alluring. The crowd's cheers were my applause, their eyes my validation.

Giving lap dances was a different kind of performance. Here, I controlled the space, the proximity, the tease. I'd learned to balance, to move in ways that were enticing yet maintained my autonomy. Each dance was a conversation without words; my body spoke of confidence, of power, of playfulness.

The sensation was liberating. There was an adrenaline rush, not unlike the thrill of racing or the high from a perfect ballet performance. I felt in control, my movements dictating the room's energy. The money was good, but it was the feeling of empowerment, of rediscovering my body's capabilities in this new arena, that was intoxicating.

By the end of the night, my muscles ached in that satisfying way athletes know, but my spirit was lifted. I'd made more than two weeks' worth of bar tips in a single evening. Agreeing to try for a month was an easy decision; this was a chance to explore another facet of myself, to enjoy the dance, the attention, and the fun I had on stage with the other girls.

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5 days ago

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The club was alive tonight, the air electric with anticipation as I took the stage in a vibrant orange lingerie set, the color bold against my skin, matched with high-heeled shoes that added to my height and poise. The lights seemed to favor me, bathing me in a warm glow as I moved.

Tonight, I danced with Emma, a fellow dancer with whom I'd struck up a playful camaraderie. We performed a routine that was part dance, part playful tease, our movements synchronized, each step a celebration of our bodies' capabilities. We twirled around each other, our hands occasionally brushing in a way that felt both performative and intimate. The crowd loved it, their cheers fueling our performance.

As we played on stage, I noticed a man in the audience. Unlike the others who watched with a mix of desire and distraction, his gaze was laser-focused, intense. His eyes followed our every move, but it was clear his attention was more on me. I dismissed it as part of the job, the thrill of being watched part of the dance's allure.

After our performance, the night wound down, and Emma suggested we grab a drink, her smile inviting. We slipped into a quieter corner of the club, the noise of the crowd a distant hum. We talked about everything from dance moves to life outside the club, our conversation flowing easily. There was an ease with Emma, a sense of understanding that felt refreshing.

I offered to drive her home after work, our laughter filling the car on the way. The drive was pleasant, the night air cool through the open window, but as we reached her place, there was a shift in the atmosphere. The goodbye lingered longer than usual, our bodies close in the confined space of my car. I thought I saw Emma lean in, her eyes flickering to my lips, an unspoken question hanging in the air.

The moment was charged with possibility, but I wasn't sure if I was reading it right. My heart raced, not from fear but from the sudden awareness of her closeness. I smiled, a little awkwardly, and said a quick goodnight, pulling back slightly to give her space. She returned the smile, perhaps a bit disappointed or maybe just reflective, and stepped out of the car.

Driving back home, I replayed the night in my mind, the intensity of the man's gaze from the club juxtaposed with the softness of my interaction with Emma. The night had been about performance and connection, but now, alone with my thoughts, I had to admit that both encounters left me pondering. The man's watchful eyes and Emma's almost-kiss - both moments felt like the beginning of something, but what, I couldn't yet tell.

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5 days ago

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The sun was setting as Emma and I drove out to Barry Island for the car meet, the excitement of the evening ahead lighting up our conversation. I was in my Astra, the engine purring contentedly as we made our way through the scenic route to the coast. Emma, beside me, was equally thrilled, her eyes wide with curiosity about the car scene I was slowly introducing her to.

The meet was lively, cars of all makes and models lined up like colorful trophies, their owners proudly showcasing modifications or just enjoying the community vibe. We mingled, laughed, and admired the craftsmanship around us, the music from different cars blending into a soundtrack for the night.

We drove around the town, windows down, the sea breeze mingling with the tunes we played, feeling free and unburdened. But then, amidst the fun, I saw him - the man from the club. He was standing off to the side, not engaging with anyone, his eyes tracking me through the crowd. My heart skipped a beat, the night's joy slightly dimmed by his unexpected presence here.

I tried to keep the mood light for Emma's sake, but I couldn't shake off an uncomfortable feeling. We continued our exploration, but my gaze kept returning to him, wondering what his presence here meant. Was it coincidence, or was there something more sinister at play?

The night ended, and I drove Emma back to Cardiff. The ride home was filled with laughter and stories from the night, but as we neared her place, that same awkward silence from before settled between us. We got to her doorstep, and this time, the air was thick with anticipation.

Before she could step out, I found myself leaning in, and Emma met me halfway. Our lips touched, a soft, exploratory kiss that was both thrilling and comforting. The kiss was brief but sweet, a moment of connection that felt right. I loved it, the warmth of her lips, the taste of freedom in that kiss.

As she pulled away, smiling, I knew this was the start of something new, something that could add another layer to my life in Cardiff. But as I drove back home, alone with my thoughts, the image of the man from the meet lingered. The joy of the kiss was now tinged with a shadow of worry, wondering if this was just the beginning of something more complicated.

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5 days ago

Glasgow

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5 days ago

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By *hiskeymuffin OP Couple
5 days ago

Tayside

The days at the club were blending into nights of anticipation, my connection with Emma growing stronger with each shift. We shared laughs, dance moves, and now, lingering glances that held more promise. Outside the club, we'd spend time together, exploring Cardiff or just enjoying quiet moments, our relationship evolving into something more intimate.

One night, after a particularly exhilarating car meet, a few of us decided to race through the quieter streets of Cardiff. The thrill was intoxicating, the roar of engines a symphony to our adrenaline. But the fun was cut short by the flashing blue lights of a police car. We scattered, my heart pounding in my chest as I took a sharp turn into an industrial carpark, the others following.

In the darkness of the carpark, with the police lights fading in the distance, Emma and I found ourselves alone in my car. The adrenaline hadn't faded, and it transformed into something else entirely. I turned to her, our breaths heavy, eyes locked in mutual desire.

Her hand found the back of my neck, pulling me into a kiss that was all hunger and heat. Our lips parted, our tongues dancing, as my hands roamed under her shirt, feeling her skin, warm and eager. She straddled me, the cramped space of the car making our movements urgent, passionate.

I reached for her jeans, unzipping them with a need that matched hers. She lifted slightly, allowing me to slide them down, her breath hitching as my fingers found her, already wet with anticipation. She moaned into my mouth, her hands pulling at my clothes, our movements frantic to feel more skin against skin.

I shifted, guiding her to move against my fingers, the angle tight but perfect. She moved down, taking my touch in, a gasp escaping us both as we adjusted to the sensation. The car rocked with our movements, her hips rolling in a rhythm that was both desperate and deliberate. Our kisses were messy, our moans mingling, the windows fogging up with the heat of our passion.

Her hands clutched at the roof of the car above my head, giving her leverage to move faster, harder. I matched her pace, every stroke of my fingers sending waves of pleasure through us both. The intimacy of the moment, the danger of our hiding spot, it all fueled our desire until we climaxed, our cries muffled by our kisses, the aftershocks leaving us breathless.

We stayed like that, recovering, the world outside the car irrelevant for a moment. But reality crept back in as I remembered the man from the club and car meet.

Back at work, while serving drinks, he approached me. His voice was smooth, too familiar, "You were incredible tonight, you know?" His compliment felt like a caress, too intimate for a stranger. He knew my name, which I hadn't remembered giving him. A chill ran down my spine, but I kept my composure, offering a polite smile.

After he left, I pieced together his appearances at both the club and the car meet. Sharing my unease with a coworker, I kept it casual, not wanting to alarm anyone, but the seed of concern was planted. The night continued, but the thrill of my encounter with Emma was now shadowed by this new, unsettling interaction.

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By *wloverMan
5 days ago

evesham

Very enjoyable read

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By *hiskeymuffin OP Couple
5 days ago

Tayside

The night was winding down, the streets of Cardiff quiet as I drove Emma home. We were both in our club attire, me in a form-fitting black dress that hugged my curves, paired with ankle boots, and Emma in a vibrant red crop top and high-waisted leather skirt, her legs ending in strappy heels. The car was filled with the scent of our perfume, a mix of vanilla and something spicier.

We parked outside her place, the engine off, our conversation flowing effortlessly. The kissing started slow, our lips meeting in soft exploration, tasting of the drinks we'd had at the club. Her hand was in my hair, pulling me closer, our kisses deepening, tongues dancing in a familiar rhythm now. I felt her breath against my neck as she moved to kiss there, sending shivers down my spine.

My hand found her thigh, the leather of her skirt cool under my touch, moving up to feel the warmth of her skin. Her own hands roamed, slipping under my dress, her fingers tracing patterns on my back. Our kisses were punctuated by laughter, by whispered words, each touch a promise of more. We were lost in our own world, the car a cocoon of intimacy.

But the night had to end. I pulled back slightly, our foreheads resting against each other, both of us catching our breath. The moment was perfect, but I needed to get home.

On my way, I stopped at a late-night store to grab some essentials. When I returned to my car, I noticed him - the man from the club and car meet - parked not far from me. His car was unremarkable, but his presence wasn't. My heart raced as I quickly got in, locking the doors. He started his engine as I did mine, following me out of the parking lot.

I didn't think; I just drove, accelerating through Cardiff's side streets, taking turns I knew he wouldn't anticipate. The thrill of the chase was tainted with fear this time, not excitement. I lost him, but the relief was short-lived, replaced by a lingering unease.

Back at my sister's, I shared my concerns. She listened, her face serious but not overly alarmed. "Just be careful, okay? Maybe avoid those meets for a while," she advised, her voice calm but caring.

The decision came to me suddenly, perhaps dramatically, but it felt right. I traded in my Astra, a car that had been part of my identity, my freedom, for something less conspicuous - a grey BMW M4. The color and model would blend in, making me less of a target, I hoped.

Saying goodbye to my old car was like closing a chapter. I stood there, watching it drive away with its new owner, feeling a mix of nostalgia and liberation. This wasn't just about escaping a potential stalker; it was about leaving parts of my past behind, embracing a new life where I could redefine who I was, with Emma, with new friends, in Cardiff.

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By *urvyownedsubCouple
5 days ago

Rochdale

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By *hiskeymuffin OP Couple
5 days ago

Tayside

The tension had been building, each encounter with the man increasing my sense of vulnerability. But tonight, as I left the club, the confrontation I'd been dreading finally happened.

I was walking to my new BMW, the night air cool against my skin, my steps quick, when I heard footsteps behind me. I turned, and there he was, not lurking but approaching with purpose. He was in casual attire tonight, a stark contrast to his usual club-goer look, making him seem even more out of place.

"Wait," he called out, his voice carrying a forced calm. I paused, more out of shock than compliance, my hand tightening around my keys, ready to use them if needed.

He stepped closer, his presence overwhelming in the quiet car park. "I just wanted to talk," he said, his tone oddly gentle, but his eyes were too intense, too knowing. "I've seen you around, at the club, at the meets... I thought we could get to know each other better."

His words were meant to sound harmless, but they felt invasive, like he was claiming a familiarity that didn't exist. I kept my distance, my voice firm, "I think you've been following me. That's not okay."

He didn't deny it; instead, he smiled, a smile that didn't reach his eyes. "I just find you fascinating. Your moves, your life... I want to be part of it."

The air felt thick with threat. I backed towards my car, unlocking it with a click of the key fob. "You need to stop this. Leave me alone," I said, trying to keep my voice steady.

He took another step forward, his hand reaching out as if to touch me, but I was quicker, slipping into the driver's seat and locking the door. Through the window, he spoke, his voice now tinged with something darker, "We're not done, you know."

I started the engine, my heart racing as I reversed out, leaving him standing there, his figure growing smaller in my rearview mirror. But his words echoed in my mind, a chilling promise.

I drove straight to my sister's, my hands shaking on the steering wheel. Once there, I couldn't hold back; I called Clive. It was late, but I needed someone who knew the law, someone who could understand the gravity of the situation without me having to explain everything.

His voice was groggy but alert when he answered. "I need your help," I said, the words tumbling out about the man, the confrontations, the fear. Clive listened, his responses calm, advising me on immediate steps like reporting to the police, changing routines, and considering protective measures.

That night, I felt the weight of my decision to call him, to involve him again in my life. But the confrontation had made one thing clear: I couldn't handle this alone anymore. This was not just about protecting myself but about reclaiming my sense of safety in this new life I was trying to build.

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By *lueeyes1973Man
5 days ago

Crawley

This is brilliant. So well written. Thank you for sharing

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By *hiskeymuffin OP Couple
5 days ago

Tayside

The police were sympathetic but frustratingly unhelpful. Without concrete evidence, they couldn't do much more than suggest I keep a log of any further incidents. Feeling vulnerable, I reached out to Clive, who promised to check in regularly. His concern was comforting, but I was careful not to give him any false hope about us; I appreciated his care but knew we needed to keep our boundaries clear.

I took a few days off from the club, spending most of my time at Emma's. Her apartment was a sanctuary, filled with art and the soft scent of lavender. Emma, with her jet-black hair cascading like a dark waterfall, contrasted beautifully with my vibrant red locks. We spent our days wrapped in each other, exploring not just Cardiff but each other's bodies.

In the privacy of her room, our clothes came off, revealing our forms; my pale skin against hers, which had a warm, olive tone. Emma's body was lean, with curves that invited touch, her breasts full and responsive to my kisses. My own body, shaped by years of dance, was flexible, my legs strong from nights on stage.

We started with slow kisses, our lips tracing paths down necks, over shoulders, until we were lying on her bed, our hands exploring with the familiarity of lovers. Emma's fingers found my nipples, playing with them until I was arching into her touch. I mirrored her actions, our breaths mingling in the heat of the moment.

We moved into a position where our legs intertwined, our cores meeting in the act of scissoring. The friction was intense, our movements synchronized, our moans filling the room. My red hair splayed across the pillow, Emma's black hair falling forward as she leaned over me, our eyes locked in mutual pleasure.

Then we introduced a double-ended toy, smooth and curved, designed to connect us in an even more intimate way. Emma guided it into me first, the sensation of fullness making me gasp. She then took the other end, her body pressing closer until we were joined. The toy bridged our desires, allowing us to move in tandem, each thrust bringing us closer to climax. Our bodies rocked together, the room echoing with our shared ecstasy until we both reached a peak, collapsing into each other's arms, breathless and sated.

Returning to my sister's felt like stepping back into reality, but the comfort of my time with Emma lingered. However, that comfort shattered when I found my bedroom window open, the room feeling violated. My underwear drawer was almost empty, items strewn or missing, and there was an indent in my bed, suggesting someone had lain there. The realization hit me like a cold wave; someone had been in my personal space.

Panic set in, and I screamed, the sound echoing in the empty house. My sister was out, and the solitude amplified my fear. With trembling hands, I grabbed my phone and called Clive, the only person I could think of in that moment of terror. "Clive," I managed to say between breaths, "Someone's been in my room. I need you."

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5 days ago

Tayside

Clive's voice was a lifeline, grounding me through my panic. "Call the police, call your sister, and go to Emma's. I need the address so I can get someone from South Wales Police involved." His instructions were clear, his tone calming, like he was right there with me.

I did as he suggested, my hands still shaking as I made the calls. The police were quick to respond, visiting my sister's house to secure the scene before coming to Emma's for my statement. The officers were professional, but the process of recounting the intrusion made the violation feel all too real again.

Emma was my anchor through all this. She locked us in, her apartment becoming a fortress of safety. She took care of me, her touch gentle, almost healing. Over the next two days, amidst the fear, we found comfort in each other. There were soft, gentle sexual encounters, moments where we sought reassurance through closeness. Her hands would trace my back, soothing me as we lay together, the touch leading to slow, tender lovemaking. We explored each other with a care that felt like a balm to my frayed nerves, her kisses light and comforting against my skin.

Clive's messages were a constant check-in, his concern evident in each text, asking how I was holding up, if there were any updates, or if I needed anything. His presence, even through the digital distance, was reassuring.

Then, two days later, there was a knock at the door. We both tensed, but looking at the Ring doorbell app on Emma's phone, I saw Clive standing there. Relief washed over me, mixed with a surge of gratitude. His uniform made him look official, a reminder of the help he was bringing into my life.

Emma let him in, and his eyes met mine, filled with a mixture of worry and relief. "I came as soon as I could. Wanted to see you were okay in person," he said, his voice a comforting baritone in the quiet of the apartment. The sight of him, someone from my past stepping into my current crisis, made me feel less alone, even as I navigated the complex emotions of having him here, in my new world with Emma.

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By *litlicker77Man
5 days ago

dirty old town

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By *rdiscreet327Man
5 days ago

Nottinghamshire

Absolutely love this. Amazing work op.

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By *cotty909Man
5 days ago

tranent

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By *entlemanrogueMan
5 days ago

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Absolute fire this story is

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By *wirlyfunCouple
5 days ago

Alton

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By *oveandfastWoman
5 days ago

Bromsgrove

You could absolutely publish stories like this, I would definitely buy!!

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By *un guy300Man
5 days ago

Carmarthen

"The night was thick with the scent of burnt rubber and the echo of our engines as we tore through the backstreets of the Edinburgh, the blue lights of the police flashing in our rearview mirrors. We'd shaken them off, ducking into the labyrinth of an old industrial estate where the only witnesses were the silent, looming factories.

And as the city lights blurred past, I wondered if I'd ever be the same again."
can I get a lift x

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By *bbott24Couple
5 days ago

Devizes

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5 days ago

Worcester

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By *hiskeymuffin OP Couple
5 days ago

Tayside

Clive's embrace was both comforting and awkward, the past we shared making the hug fraught with unspoken apologies and relief. When we pulled back, I caught Emma's gaze, her expression one of understanding, perhaps even sympathy for the situation.

"I had to come," Clive said, his voice carrying the weight of concern. "I wouldn't forgive myself if something happened to you." His words were sincere, touching something deep within me.

He then looked me over, commenting, "You look good," with a warmth in his eyes that I chose to ignore, not wanting to stir up old feelings or create new tensions with Emma there.

We sat down, and I recounted the whole ordeal from the beginning. Clive listened intently, his eyebrow raising when I mentioned my job at the strip club, a mix of surprise and amusement flickering across his face before he settled into a more serious demeanor.

Emma, ever the gracious host, offered him the couch, "You're welcome to stay as long as you need," she said, her tone welcoming.

The evening passed with an unexpected ease, the three of us sharing a takeaway, the conversation lightening up, finding a rhythm between old friends and new. We set Clive up on the couch, making sure he had everything he needed for the night.

When Emma and I retreated to her bedroom, the atmosphere shifted. She started to touch me, her fingers gentle, seeking to continue the intimacy we'd shared, but I brushed her off, a mix of feelings swirling inside me. "Is it because of him?" she whispered, her voice low, understanding the complexity of the situation.

I nodded slightly, feeling awkward at the thought of Clive potentially hearing us. Emma, with a playful yet comforting smile, placed her hand over my mouth to keep any sounds from escaping, then continued to touch me, her movements slow and deliberate. She knew exactly how to make me feel good, her fingers working until I climaxed quietly, the release a mix of pleasure and relief. I smiled at her, our kiss afterwards soft, a silent thank you for her understanding and care. We then settled down to sleep, her presence a comforting shield against the night's fears.

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By *y AmoreMan
5 days ago

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By *akestimeMan
4 days ago

wirral

Brilliant writing. So sexy

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By *reygorCouple
4 days ago

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just read the lot like a book you carnt put down .

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4 days ago

Devizes

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By *lderWiserNowMan
4 days ago

Kettrin

Great story and very well written

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By *lashheartMan
4 days ago

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Very nice

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By *xxx73Man
4 days ago

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By *rdiscreet327Man
4 days ago

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Loving this.

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4 days ago

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By *uperSalopian7Man
4 days ago

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Great stuff

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By *ronzed300Man
4 days ago

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Amazing and eloquent writing too

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By *ipper truckMan
4 days ago

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brilliant

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3 days ago

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By *rManyhandsMan
3 days ago

Narberth

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By *hiskeymuffin OP Couple
3 days ago

Tayside

Sorry guys both been really busy, only had time to update the book store story x

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By *d4ugirlsMan
1 day ago

Green Cove Springs

"Sorry guys both been really busy, only had time to update the book store story x"

Understand, such a great story and so well written will take time.

Living the story, thanks for the update and letting us know more to come.

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1 day ago

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1 day ago

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1 day ago

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By *inky grandadMan
15 hours ago

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👍🔥🔥

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By *nnamattCouple
9 hours ago

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Very good. Following

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45 minutes ago

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