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EPISODE 01: THE NIGHTLIFE

The girl in Indigo’s arms was in a somnolent daze.

“Drink,” Hasdrubal said.

Indigo hesitated, but the girl was so warm: flush with arousal, her bare neck turned in explicit invitation. Every taunting heartbeat eroded Indigo’s resolve. Hasdrubal repeated his command, and this time Indigo obeyed.

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Many nights earlier...

“I’m going out,” Ink shouted through the bathroom door, lipstick in hand. She’d picked up the nickname “Ink” in high school. Her real name was Indigo, picked by her mother in honor of the Indigo Girls. Ink had mixed feelings about both: the band and the name. “Coming with?”

Her roommate didn’t answer. Instead, Felicity squeezed into the cramped bathroom with Ink. Like the rest of their apartment, the single bathroom was tiny. Even with both of them pitching in, student loans only went so far, especially so close to campus. It was a little past eight at night, but Felicity’s hair was sleep tousled. She ran a hand through the tangled mess, yawning shamelessly, and said, “We’re like night and day,” nodding to the girls in the mirror.

“More like before and after,” Ink said, and Felicity chuckled once in agreement. Friends since high school, they could pass for sisters. Ink was a little taller, but both had black hair, worn long, and both had light eyes: Ink’s blue to Felicity’s hazel. At that moment, however, the puffy-eyed girl in Mickey Mouse pajamas looked like the morning after version of her vamped-up counterpart in her slinky black dress. “So, want to come?”

Felicity shook her head. “Can’t. Research paper. The suburbanization of mental health in urban environments.”

“I knew a girl once who said she was going to party every night when we got to the city,” Ink said. “Any idea what happened to her?”

Felicity snorted. “She died when her adviser started saying stuff like ‘academic probation.’ Now, quit hogging the bathroom.”

Before Ink could muster a protest, Felicity ushered her out into the hallway and closed the door, though before Ink got to the front door, Felicity poked her head out to call after her. “No bringing anyone home, okay? I really need to focus.”

Ink made no promises.

The Abyss was only five blocks from their apartment, three if she cut across the park, which she usually did. The nightclub had been a Catholic church in a previous life, but aside from the architecture and stained-glass windows, the trappings of faith had been abandoned in favor of a new pantheon of leather, latex, and chrome. Strobe lights and fog machines transformed the nave into a dancefloor populated by flash-frozen silhouettes.

The dancefloor was Ink’s destination, had been every weekend since she and Felicity discovered the place a few days into their first semester. Felicity made a game of mocking the place with silly names like “The Crow Club” or “New Goth City,” but for Ink, the The Abyss had a gravity unto itself, drawing her back again and again.

For the first eighteen years of her life, Ink lived with her mother in a small town that didn’t have much use for a girl hooked on Siouxsie Sioux, Robert Smith, Nick Cave, or the other pale ghosts she’d discovered in her mother’s CD collection. Ink had done her time: gotten good grades, gone to church, worn denim and flannel. That was over now. She and Felicity had escaped. College had gotten them to the city, but everything else the ghosts on those old CDs promised, Ink found in The Abyss.

The doormen never checked her ID anymore.

Moving lights and strobes illuminated the edges, leaving the heart of the dancefloor in relative darkness. The deeper Ink went, the less she could see, and tighter the press of bodies became. Ink didn’t care who she touched or who touched her, so long as there was contact and a rhythm. Anonymity was part of the allure: eighteen years of pretending stripped away beat by beat, until there was only the right there, right then, and she was just one more silhouette in the congregation of The Abyss.

Hands settled on her hips, drawing her back against someone, and Ink leaned into the other dancer, feeling their contours. His contours. A solid chest, agile hips that knew how to move. When she felt him harden, she focused on that, grinding as his hand began to wander, exploring the flat of her stomach. Her hands, weaving intricate patterns overhead, slipped backwards to run fingers through his hair. It was long, and she liked that. When his hands grazed her breasts, Ink rewarded his boldness by raking his scalp with her fingernails.

For the duration of a song, Ink and her unseen partner moved together in time with the music, each swaying motion charged with the tension between desire, daring, and the unknown. She and her stranger were both snake and the snake charmer, exchanging roles motion by motion, but then the song transitioned, and Ink pulled away. Maybe they’d find each other in the dark again, but the night was young, too early for entanglements, and Ink just wanted to dance.

She didn’t get far. Her abandoned partner grabbed her by the arm, pulling her around to face him. “You’re hurting me,” she shouted over the music as she tried in vain to wrench her arm free.

The stranger flashed her a Cheshire smile, the rest of his features flickering in and out with the flash of strobe lights. Dark hair, like hers. Eyes lost in the dark, just shadowy pools. “Who do you think you are?” he asked, his voice inexplicably clear despite the pounding bass.

“Let me go,” Ink demanded.

He didn’t. “You don’t just walk away from me.”

The stranger drew close, as if to kiss her, and Ink kneed him in the crotch as hard as she could. A jolt of pain shot up through her leg. It felt like she’d slammed her kneecap into a brick wall. The stranger didn’t go down, but he did let go, staggering a few steps back, getting tangled up in other dancers. Ink wasted no time, adrenaline drowning out the flaring protest from her knee. Over her shoulder, she could see the man searching for her. Their eyes met, and his cruel, Cheshire smile returned. He was enjoying this. For a moment, Ink stood frozen, transfixed amid a shifting tide of dancers oblivious to her peril; then the crowd closed between them, the spell was broken, and Ink ran.

The ladies’ room was uncharacteristically quiet when Ink ducked into it. Several stalls were closed, but the typically crowded sinks and mirrors were unattended. Ink leaned against a counter and examined her knee. A knot of discoloration was already forming there. It would be a nasty bruise by morning. This asshole wasn’t the first guy to get pushy on the dance floor, but something about him, about his smile, about the way he seemed to enjoy stalking her, he made her skin crawl. Why hadn’t he gone down? What the hell had she hit if not what she was aiming for? A woman’s throaty moan interrupted her train of thought.

“F...fuu...ck,” the unseen voice panted from within a closed stall. The stall door bucked, as someone pushed against it. Ink stifled an incredulous laugh and glanced towards the exit. She wasn’t about to go back out there. Not yet, anyway. She’d give it another ten or fifteen minutes in the hope that the creep would lose interest. Then she’d make a break for the front doors. “Oh, god... Oh, god, oh!” the moans continued. Beneath the stall door, Ink could see a pair of women’s legs, both sheathed in sheer nylon. She wasn’t into girls, that was Felicity’s thing, but the sounds coming from behind that door were making her pulse quicken. “Fuck... fuck.. fu.... I’m... cu,” the voice trailed off into the unintelligible language of climax.

A moment later, the door opened. Ink turned to face the mirrors, pretending to wash her hands as the pair of women emerged. Curious, she glanced up at their reflections as they passed. The first she recognized as one of the club’s shot girls. Brittany? Bethany, maybe? Ink couldn’t remember her name, but judging by the girl’s flush breathlessness, Ink pegged her as the voice.

The other woman was stunning. She wore a short, silver dress with a deeply plunging neckline. Straight blonde, shoulder-length hair framed pouty lips and powder pale, blue eyes... eyes that met Ink’s in the mirror. Blushing, Ink returned her gaze to the sink.

Seemingly oblivious, the shot girl stumbled her way back out into the club, the music briefly blaring as the bathroom door opened and then swung itself closed. The blonde in the silver dress took a place beside Ink at the counter. “Lovely weather we’re having. Wouldn’t you say?” she asked, casually, as she rinsed her hands.

Ink barked a laugh. “Yeah, sure.”

“I’m Lavinia,” the woman said, reaching out and running a single finger down Ink’s arm. The touch drew Ink’s gaze back toward the reflection of those pale eyes. “I’ve seen you on the dance floor.” Lavinia’s finger glided back up Ink’s arm before drifting from Ink’s shoulder to crook beneath her chin. The woman’s eyes, her electric touch, her honeyed voice, even the perfection of her porcelain complexion, it was all... captivating. Ink’s pulse was racing. “Would you like to come dance with me?”

“What about that other girl?”

“The shot girl?” Lavinia asked, bemused. “I don’t even know her name. What’s yours?”

“Ink.”

“Ink,” Lavinia repeated, as if trying the word on for size. “That’s unusual. I like it. Come,” she said, taking Ink’s hand and turning for the door. The man with the Cheshire smile, the ache in her knee, the shot girl: these things were forgotten. There was only Lavinia. As the woman walked ahead of her, Ink marveled at her exposed back, the curve of her shoulder blades, the way her golden hair hung against them, her flawless skin. As if sensing her gaze, Lavinia glanced back over her shoulder, smiling knowingly.

Ink hardly noticed the bustle and noise of the crowd. Lavinia snaked seamlessly through the shifting tide of people, Ink clinging to her hand like a lifeline. They passed beneath the ring of flashing lights and plunged into the darkness together. There, in the midst of other twisting shadows, Ink’s guide turned on her.

Lavinia moved like quicksilver. She was fluid heat. Ink considered herself a good dancer, but Lavinia danced like a hungry succubus. Now and then, other dancers encroached, attempting to join or separate them. Each was denied. The driving music transitioned into a grinding drone and Lavinia entwined herself with ink, her thigh pressing between Ink’s. Ink’s nails raked down Lavinia’s naked back as her partner moved against her, teasing her with pressure and glancing touches. In the heat of the exchange, Lavinia took a fistful of Ink’s hair and pulled back, tipping Ink’s head upwards, exposing her neck. Her other hand snaked down between their bodies, finding its way under the hem of Ink’s skirt. Deft fingers caressed her as Lavinia pressed her mouth to Ink’s neck.

Ink’s moan of pleasure was lost amid the music. Ecstasy like nothing Ink had ever known drowned out everything else: the music, the people. Everything. Orgasmic heat spread like a flash fire across Ink’s skin. The pleasure seemed to go on and on. Ink was left dizzy and gasping, her head sinking to Lavinia’s shoulder. For a few moments, Lavinia danced slowly with Ink, gently caressing her hair and back until Ink’s knees began to buckle. As if anticipating this, Lavinia led her off of the dance floor and into a corner booth.

“Are you alright?” Lavinia asked as she settled Ink onto seat.

The concern in her voice drew Ink back from the recesses of her dizzy afterglow. “Yeah,” Ink said, smiling like a drunkard. It was half true. She was still breathless, but a strange sense of sweeping lethargy had swept over her. Her head was spinning.

“Wait here,” Lavinia said, “I’m going to get you a bottle of water. Okay?”

Ink nodded, sinking back into the cushioned seat, only half watching as Lavinia disappeared into the crowd. Ink was dripping with sweat and her hands were trembling. Slowly, her mind began to reconstruct in reverse the sequence of events that had led her here. The climax, the dance, the shot girl... Fingers dug painfully into the flesh of her arm. Startled but sluggish, Ink looked up into dark, malicious eyes and a Cheshire smile...

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2 years ago

Anyone whom we can contact for fun.... please DM

We are proceeding to Goa for a few days.... would love to hear from friends there who are into sharing and group fun activities.... will love to dance at the clubs there with like minded friends..... couples or singles both. Looking for a fun filled and a wet holiday there.

Let us know who can assist her for our lovely holiday...

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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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75 sexy questions :)

1. Top turn on? 2. Last time you had sex with the opposite gender? 3. Last time you had sex with the same gender? 4. Last time you masturbated? 5. What’s the weirdest thing that has turned you on? 6. What’s the weirdest thing you’ve masturbated with? 7. What’s the weirdest kind of porn you’ve watched? 8. How often do you masturbate/have sex? 9. Have you ever taken nude pictures? 10. Dom or Sub? 11. Is pain a good thing? 12. Do you like biting? 13. Do you like scratching? 14. Are you slightly horny right now? 15. Are you very horny right now? 16. Do you like face fucking? 17. 10 of your biggest turn ons? 18. Do you cook naked? 19. Do you like foreplay? 20. Have you had a vaginal orgasm? 21. Do you like sex with women? 22. Do you like sex with men? 23. Would you have sex with a trans* person? 24. Do you like your nipples played with? 25. Do you like your lips bitten? 26. Do you like to kiss with tongue? 27. How often do you masturbate? 28. Have you masturbated while someone else was in the room? 29. Would you have sex with a married person? 30. Would you have sex with a couple/multiple people? 31. Do you go outside naked? 32. Do you like being woken up with sex? 33. Do you give oral? 34. Would you let someone eat off of you? 35. What is the youngest/oldest you would sleep with? 36. Do you like having drunk sex? 37. Do you enjoy wearing lingerie? 38. What is your favorite thing about sex? 39. What is your favorite sexual setting? 40. Would you ever fool around in a movie theater? 41. Would you ever make a porno with your bf/gf? 42. Would you ever do a photo shoot in sexy clothes for your bf/gf? 43. Do you like it rough or sensual?: 44. Do you prefer to be with the opposite sex or the same sex? or both? 45. How often do you get drunk and have wild, crazy sexy with a complete stranger? 46. How do you feel about one night stands? 47. Do you prefer to make love or fuck? 48. Have you ever watched porn while having sex? 49. How long do you usually fore-play before doing the deed? 50. Do you like kissing during sex? 51. Does size matter? 52. How many sexual partners have you have in the last month? 53. What does your favorite foreplay include? 54. Have you ever done anal? If so, did you like it? 56. Do you ever worry about how you’re pleasing your partner? 57. Could you live without sex? 58. How long does a typical sexual episode last for you? 59. Do you like to perform oral sex? 60. Do you like to receive oral sex? 61. Have you ever taped yourself in the act? 62. Have you ever had a 3-some? 4-some? 5-some? 63. Have you ever been caught in the act? 64. Have you ever had sex while on drugs? 65. Would you let other people watch you have sex live? 66. Do you ever have sex in the shower? 67. What was the biggest age difference with a partner? 68. Do you feel your up to par in bed? 69. What was your most embarrassing sexual moments? 70. Do you like having sex in cars? If so, driver seat, passenger, or back? 71. Do you wear protection as often as you should? 72. Do you prefer to sleep with someone older or younger than you? 73. Have you ever done bondage sex (chains ,whips, etc.)? 74. Can you remember who gave you the best sex of your life? 75. If you could sleep with ANYONE, who would it be?

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