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Cuck Talk (#3 - Variations)
🕑 Added 2025-06-25 03:58:57 +0000 UTCEveryone I’ve ever cucked has had a different taste for what turns them on so much about the dynamic. I find that fascinating.
What draws me to a kink in general are the mental components. I love how a group of people can enjoy the same experience, but from multiple different angles; The expansive variations on human desire. I could ramble academically but I’m pretty sure smutty details would illustrate this point better than fancy words. So here are some vignettes from my memories.
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Once I fucked a girl who was really turned on by the idea of being left out. We talked about it for weeks in advance, but every fantasy or scene idea she came up with had the same theme… she had to sit in the corner, she didn’t get picked, she was excluded. So when we made a date to have a threesome with her partner we planned a big elaborate scene involving this kind of cruel denial.
And then she woke up the day of the scene, got dressed in her cute little outfit, and took the train to meet us at her partner’s house, so excited about our plans! I wish I could have seen her face when she texted to say she was 10 minutes away, and we told her to hang back. “We’re having so much fun together without you, why don’t you go wait at the coffee shop. We’ll text you when we’re finished. 😘”
You know when you just know you hit the nail on the head? Absolute slam dunk? In reality her partner and I were having tea on the front porch, giggling about our genius move, imagining her flustered and horny with a pink face at the coffee shop, knowing our poor little lamb would arrive so wet and so worked up. (Knowing she’d be a bit relieved that we didn’t start the sex without her, and she could still be forced to sit in the other room and listen like we planned.)
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For years I was married to a man who liked to watch me fuck. There wasn’t much more to it than that, he had eyes and he liked to use them. “Why do you like it,” I would sometimes inquire. “Because you’re hot, and I like to watch before I join in.” Simple as that. So for years we’d have threesomes where he’d sit in his chair with his whiskey on ice, and watch as someone else had their way with me.
This worked for me. I loved being on display, putting on a good show. I liked thinking about things I could do to drive him wild, I knew the angles he liked, I knew jussst when to look back and make eye contact with him. He liked to watch me show our darling friend a good time.
There was an element of ownership, like he was “letting” them play with his property, and keeping an eye on it. There was no jealousy or, no direction, just a laid-back watchful eye. Eventually he’d join us, but his favourite part was always the watching.
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“Can I kiss your girlfriend?” the curvy girl with the flower crown asked, after making me cum. It was that kind of party. The fairy wings made everyone a little frisky and the music was ambient and vibey. The girlfriend in question was tied to the bedpost with pretty green rope that matched her eyes, and her lingerie, and her envy. She’d been sitting there watching, helpless and ignored, as the girl with the flower crown made moves on me, and moved her way between my legs. She watched as I begged for more fingers and moaned someone’s else’s name.
“No,” I said with a big smile. My girlfriend pouted, like the dramatic ballerina she is, I leaned over so I could kiss her sweet little face, “doesn’t it make it so much worse that you asked for this?”
(Technically this encouragement was breaking the rules of her “I want to be tied up and ignored while everyone else gets to have fun” fantasy, but brave girls need a little check-in too sometimes.)
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I once had a partner who liked to be humiliated about his dick. In reality his dick was really lovely, A+, but he’d had one of those early impressionable moments as a young’un that left him with a hot spot for this particular kink. At first I was uncomfortable with it, I’m a nice girl! I don’t want to body shame anyone, especially about something that could hurt. And I’m also a queer feminist who doesn’t put a lot of emphasis on dicks, or their size! But, it really turned him on and I’m known to be a good sport.
This particular partner also really liked it when I flirted with other men. Sooooooo I started flirting with one of the hot guys he followed on Tumblr who was known for his huge cock. Usually I’d be too shy, but knowing it pushed my partners buttons gave me the courage I needed. Turns out Tumblr guy was really lovely, we had a lot in common and we hit it off. My partner thought I was kidding when I told him I’d been talking dirty with his Tumblr crush.
While we were fucking later I told my partner about beautiful photos of this handsome man’s cock that he would never see (because he’d taken them just for me 😇) and it made him pant like a dog he was so horny. His cock was harder than I’d ever seen it before.
“… say something mean” he whispered to me as he slowed his strokes down, his dick throbbing inside of me. I looked him right in the eyes and told him, non-chalant, almost bored, that I wished it was the Tumblr dude’s cock inside of me instead. I started listing all of the reasons why it would feel better, the length, the sheer girth of it, how beautiful the veins are, and this poor sweet man on top of me came harder than any man has come in centuries. (Amen.)
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“Be a good girl for me bunny, get our guest off so I can watch your lil’ ass in the air.” She was sitting at the foot of the bed, legs crossed at her ankles, so laid back. She said it with the same casual tone you’d use to ask someone to grab your phone charger for you.
Our “guest” was the new girl from her work. Summer restaurant jobs you get during college kinda lend themselves to threesomes. Her view from the end of the bed was perfect. I was naked on all-fours, my face buried in our guests’ gorgeous pussy, my ass up, my knees spread wide so she could see.
“Oh bunny,” her voice was low and steady, “I can see how turned on you are from here… you’re dripping wet down your thighs. Spread your knees wider for me, let me have a good look.”
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I wondered what it felt like for her to be sitting on the floor like a dog while I fucked her boyfriend. She could barely see over the mattress from way down there. She had to struggle to get a peek.
She was a mess, clothes half off, grinding against her own hand, hair dishevelled, we could hear how wet she was as she whined and rubbed her clit. It was clear how much she liked it from the slick-squish sounds her fingers made, how humiliating. We paid no attention, her boyfriend and I were too busy making each other moan to notice such a pathetic girl on the floor. I suppose I kept him too distracted.
She begged for permission to cum. We ignored her.
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Okay so friends, tell me, what angle of being cucked did I miss? What are some other juicy ones?
Comments
Heart
Oh that’s fucking hot 🔥
Chase Middaugh
I used to love being asked the question “do I taste like anyone else” after a kiss or other activities… particularly when I wasn’t aware my ex had been up to anything.
