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[Jo****]

In a quiet suburban neighborhood, two married couples lived side by side, their lives intertwined by friendship and shared experiences. Among them were Mark, a 40-year-old man with a charming smile, and Lisa, a 38-year-old woman with an adventurous spirit. Both felt the weight of their routines, the spark of excitement dimmed by the monotony of daily life.

One evening, during a casual gathering, the conversation turned playful, filled with laughter and teasing glances. As the night wore on, Mark and Lisa found themselves alone on the patio, the air thick with unspoken tension. The moonlight cast a soft glow, illuminating their faces as they exchanged knowing looks.

“Do you ever feel like there’s more to life than this?” Mark asked, his voice low and inviting.

“Every day,” Lisa replied, her heart racing. “Sometimes I wish I could break free from the ordinary.”

With a daring smile, Mark leaned closer. “What if we could? Just for one night?”

The thrill of the idea sent shivers down Lisa’s spine. “What do you have in mind?”

“Let’s explore our desires,” he suggested, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “No strings attached, just a night of freedom.”

With a mix of excitement and apprehension, Lisa nodded. They slipped away from the party, finding themselves in Mark’s dimly lit living room. The atmosphere was charged with anticipation as he took her hand, leading her to the couch.

“Let’s start with something simple,” he said, his voice smooth. “Close your eyes.”

As Lisa obeyed, she felt Mark’s warm breath against her ear. “Trust me,” he whispered, sending a thrill through her. He began to explore her senses, using soft touches and gentle caresses to awaken her body.

“Tell me what you want,” he urged, his tone both commanding and inviting.

“I want to feel alive,” she confessed, her heart racing.

With that, Mark took control, guiding her through a whirlwind of sensations. He introduced her to the thrill of submission, each touch igniting a fire within her. Lisa surrendered to the moment, lost in the pleasure of exploration and the intoxicating connection they shared.

As the night unfolded, they discovered a world beyond their everyday lives, a realm where desire reigned and boundaries blurred. In each other’s arms, they found liberation, a fleeting escape from the constraints of their marriages.

When dawn broke, reality crept back in, but the experience had awakened something deep within them both. They returned to their lives, forever changed, carrying the secret of that night—a reminder that passion could still exist, even in the most unexpected places.

[Ha****]

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[Ha****]

Here's the rewrite to your poor attempt at a good story.

You're welcome

In a quiet suburban neighborhood, Mark, a rugged 40-year-old with a devilish grin, and Lisa, a sultry 38-year-old itching for a rush, lived next door to Jake, a wiry 19-year-old with a nervous edge, and Mia, a petite 23-year-old with a flirty streak, their fresh marriages already buckling under the weight of routine. One sticky summer evening, Mark and Lisa invited the young couple over for drinks, the kitchen table soon littered with vodka bottles, shot glasses, and half-eaten snacks. The older pair played it cool, pouring generously, the sharp scent of alcohol mingling with the hum of cicadas outside.

“Ever feel like life’s passing you by?” Mark asked, sliding Jake a shot, his tone easy but loaded.
Jake fidgeted, glancing at Mia, then downed it, coughing as it hit. “Uh, maybe. I dunno.”
Lisa leaned toward Mia, her fingers brushing the younger woman’s arm as she handed her a drink. “You’re so young—don’t you ever wonder what else is out there?”
Mia sipped, eyes darting to Jake, her voice small. “Sometimes. But… we’re married, y’know?”

Mark chuckled, refilling their glasses. “Marriage doesn’t mean dead. Let’s have some fun—loosen up.” The vodka flowed, shot after shot, until Jake’s shoulders slumped and Mia’s giggles turned sloppy, their unease softening under the haze. Lisa suggested a card game, something simple, but the rules kept shifting, the older pair steering it toward dares. “Kiss the person to your left,” Mark said, smirking as Jake turned to Lisa, his face paling.

“Uh, Mia?” Jake mumbled, looking at his wife, his hands twisting in his lap.
Mia bit her lip, the booze making her bold but shaky. “It’s just a game, right? Go for it.”
Jake leaned in, awkward, his lips brushing Lisa’s for a split second before he jerked back, red-faced. Lisa laughed, soft and teasing. “My turn,” she said, daring Mia to kiss her. Mia froze, glancing at Jake, who shrugged, unsteady. “If you’re okay with it,” he muttered. Mia nodded, hesitant, then pressed her lips to Lisa’s, a quick peck that lingered when Lisa didn’t pull away, their breath hot and vodka-tinged.

The air thickened, the younger couple exchanging wide-eyed looks, unsure but buzzing. “Let’s take a breather outside,” Mark suggested, leading them to the patio, the night wrapping them in humid shadows. The drinks kept coming, and Jake and Mia leaned into each other, whispering. “This is weird, right?” Jake hissed.
“Yeah, but… it’s kinda fun,” Mia admitted, her voice slurring. “You mad?”
“Nah. You?”
She shook her head, and they giggled, the alcohol blurring their nerves.

Back inside, the living room dimmed as Mark shut the blinds, the vibe shifting. He dangled his tie, grinning at Mia. “Ever tried being tied up? Just for kicks.” Mia blinked, clutching her drink, then glanced at Jake. “Is that… okay?”
Jake swallowed hard, his jeans tightening despite himself. “If you want. I mean, I guess I’m cool with it.”
Mia nodded, shaky, and Mark looped the tie around her wrists, loose at first, tightening it as she squirmed, testing it. “Call me Master,” he said, playful but firm. Mia hesitated, then whispered it, her voice trembling. Jake’s jaw dropped, but he didn’t stop it.

Mark unzipped, his cock springing free, thick and veined, and guided Mia’s head down. “Go on,” he urged. She balked, looking at Jake, who rasped, “It’s fine, babe. Do it.” She parted her lips, tentative, taking him in, the salty taste hitting her tongue as she gagged softly, unsure but sinking into it. Lisa slid beside Jake, her hand grazing his crotch. “Your turn,” she purred, unzipping him, stroking his hardening dick as he groaned, eyes locked on Mia.

“You good?” Jake called to Mia, voice cracking.
“Yeah,” she mumbled around Mark’s cock, pulling off to nod. “You?”
“Yeah. Keep going.” Permission given, the dam broke.

Mark gripped Mia’s hair, thrusting deeper, her throat stretching as spit dribbled down her chin, the wet gluck of her sucking filling the room. “Fuck, you’re a good little slut,” he snarled, smearing pre-cum across her lips. Lisa yanked Jake’s pants down, straddling him, her soaked pussy grinding against his bare cock, teasing him until he whimpered, hands clawing at her hips.

Mark hauled Mia up, bending her over the couch, her tied wrists pinned behind her. He spanked her ass, hard, the crack echoing, her yelp turning to a moan as red bloomed on her skin. “Beg for it,” he demanded. Mia, dazed, stammered, “Please, Master,” and he spat on her tight asshole, rubbing his cock against it. Jake watched, panting, as Lisa sank onto his dick, riding him slow, her tits bouncing in his face.

Mark pushed into Mia’s ass, slow at first, her gasps sharp as her hole stretched, the burn mixing with sick pleasure. “Take it, you filthy bitch,” he grunted, picking up s***d, the wet slap of his balls against her thighs loud and obscene. Mia’s moans turned raw, her body rocking, cum already leaking from Jake as Lisa fucked him harder, his hands gripping her ass.

Mark pulled Mia’s head back, shoving his fingers in her mouth, then yanked out, flipping her onto her back. “Open wide,” he ordered, jerking off until he sprayed thick ropes of cum across her face, dripping into her hair. Lisa climbed off Jake, shoving his face between her legs, making him lick her dripping cunt clean as he shuddered, spent.

They sprawled there, wrecked, the room stinking of sweat, sex, and vodka. Jake untied Mia’s wrists, their hands shaking as they avoided each other’s eyes, the graphic filth they’d plunged into sinking in. Dawn broke, and they stumbled home, bruised and silent, back to their spouses with a secret too heavy to unpack. Mark and Lisa lounged, smug, the slow seduction of the unsure young pair with booze and dares a perverse triumph they’d replay in the dark.

[Sa****]

7 hours ago, HaloGhostShadow said:

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I think it rude to try to "fix" what you see as a "poor attempt". You could just dm the writer, and give suggestions...

[Jo****]

10 hours ago, HaloGhostShadow said:

Here's the rewrite to your poor attempt at a good story.

You're welcome

In a quiet suburban neighborhood, Mark, a rugged 40-year-old with a devilish grin, and Lisa, a sultry 38-year-old itching for a rush, lived next door to Jake, a wiry 19-year-old with a nervous edge, and Mia, a petite 23-year-old with a flirty streak, their fresh marriages already buckling under the weight of routine. One sticky summer evening, Mark and Lisa invited the young couple over for drinks, the kitchen table soon littered with vodka bottles, shot glasses, and half-eaten snacks. The older pair played it cool, pouring generously, the sharp scent of alcohol mingling with the hum of cicadas outside.

“Ever feel like life’s passing you by?” Mark asked, sliding Jake a shot, his tone easy but loaded.
Jake fidgeted, glancing at Mia, then downed it, coughing as it hit. “Uh, maybe. I dunno.”
Lisa leaned toward Mia, her fingers brushing the younger woman’s arm as she handed her a drink. “You’re so young—don’t you ever wonder what else is out there?”
Mia sipped, eyes darting to Jake, her voice small. “Sometimes. But… we’re married, y’know?”

Mark chuckled, refilling their glasses. “Marriage doesn’t mean dead. Let’s have some fun—loosen up.” The vodka flowed, shot after shot, until Jake’s shoulders slumped and Mia’s giggles turned sloppy, their unease softening under the haze. Lisa suggested a card game, something simple, but the rules kept shifting, the older pair steering it toward dares. “Kiss the person to your left,” Mark said, smirking as Jake turned to Lisa, his face paling.

“Uh, Mia?” Jake mumbled, looking at his wife, his hands twisting in his lap.
Mia bit her lip, the booze making her bold but shaky. “It’s just a game, right? Go for it.”
Jake leaned in, awkward, his lips brushing Lisa’s for a split second before he jerked back, red-faced. Lisa laughed, soft and teasing. “My turn,” she said, daring Mia to kiss her. Mia froze, glancing at Jake, who shrugged, unsteady. “If you’re okay with it,” he muttered. Mia nodded, hesitant, then pressed her lips to Lisa’s, a quick peck that lingered when Lisa didn’t pull away, their breath hot and vodka-tinged.

The air thickened, the younger couple exchanging wide-eyed looks, unsure but buzzing. “Let’s take a breather outside,” Mark suggested, leading them to the patio, the night wrapping them in humid shadows. The drinks kept coming, and Jake and Mia leaned into each other, whispering. “This is weird, right?” Jake hissed.
“Yeah, but… it’s kinda fun,” Mia admitted, her voice slurring. “You mad?”
“Nah. You?”
She shook her head, and they giggled, the alcohol blurring their nerves.

Back inside, the living room dimmed as Mark shut the blinds, the vibe shifting. He dangled his tie, grinning at Mia. “Ever tried being tied up? Just for kicks.” Mia blinked, clutching her drink, then glanced at Jake. “Is that… okay?”
Jake swallowed hard, his jeans tightening despite himself. “If you want. I mean, I guess I’m cool with it.”
Mia nodded, shaky, and Mark looped the tie around her wrists, loose at first, tightening it as she squirmed, testing it. “Call me Master,” he said, playful but firm. Mia hesitated, then whispered it, her voice trembling. Jake’s jaw dropped, but he didn’t stop it.

Mark unzipped, his cock springing free, thick and veined, and guided Mia’s head down. “Go on,” he urged. She balked, looking at Jake, who rasped, “It’s fine, babe. Do it.” She parted her lips, tentative, taking him in, the salty taste hitting her tongue as she gagged softly, unsure but sinking into it. Lisa slid beside Jake, her hand grazing his crotch. “Your turn,” she purred, unzipping him, stroking his hardening dick as he groaned, eyes locked on Mia.

“You good?” Jake called to Mia, voice cracking.
“Yeah,” she mumbled around Mark’s cock, pulling off to nod. “You?”
“Yeah. Keep going.” Permission given, the dam broke.

Mark gripped Mia’s hair, thrusting deeper, her throat stretching as spit dribbled down her chin, the wet gluck of her sucking filling the room. “Fuck, you’re a good little slut,” he snarled, smearing pre-cum across her lips. Lisa yanked Jake’s pants down, straddling him, her soaked pussy grinding against his bare cock, teasing him until he whimpered, hands clawing at her hips.

Mark hauled Mia up, bending her over the couch, her tied wrists pinned behind her. He spanked her ass, hard, the crack echoing, her yelp turning to a moan as red bloomed on her skin. “Beg for it,” he demanded. Mia, dazed, stammered, “Please, Master,” and he spat on her tight asshole, rubbing his cock against it. Jake watched, panting, as Lisa sank onto his dick, riding him slow, her tits bouncing in his face.

Mark pushed into Mia’s ass, slow at first, her gasps sharp as her hole stretched, the burn mixing with sick pleasure. “Take it, you filthy bitch,” he grunted, picking up s***d, the wet slap of his balls against her thighs loud and obscene. Mia’s moans turned raw, her body rocking, cum already leaking from Jake as Lisa fucked him harder, his hands gripping her ass.

Mark pulled Mia’s head back, shoving his fingers in her mouth, then yanked out, flipping her onto her back. “Open wide,” he ordered, jerking off until he sprayed thick ropes of cum across her face, dripping into her hair. Lisa climbed off Jake, shoving his face between her legs, making him lick her dripping cunt clean as he shuddered, spent.

They sprawled there, wrecked, the room stinking of sweat, sex, and vodka. Jake untied Mia’s wrists, their hands shaking as they avoided each other’s eyes, the graphic filth they’d plunged into sinking in. Dawn broke, and they stumbled home, bruised and silent, back to their spouses with a secret too heavy to unpack. Mark and Lisa lounged, smug, the slow seduction of the unsure young pair with booze and dares a perverse triumph they’d replay in the dark.

Poor or Excellent.. It’s all about the Attempt and you have no right to Re-Write ! You can suggest but in a Better way.. And Write your own story if you want 😎 Well… nice try and good effort but i am not taking your story ❤️ Happy writing

[Jo****]

2 hours ago, SassyCas said:

I think it rude to try to "fix" what you see as a "poor attempt". You could just dm the writer, and give suggestions...

❤️Well this is what people love doing.. They tryn fix things in Public to gain more attention lol. Suggestions are better when it is shared in person ! Thank you for your Comment

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13 hours ago, HaloGhostShadow said:

Here's the rewrite to your poor attempt at a good story.

You're welcome

In a quiet suburban neighborhood, Mark, a rugged 40-year-old with a devilish grin, and Lisa, a sultry 38-year-old itching for a rush, lived next door to Jake, a wiry 19-year-old with a nervous edge, and Mia, a petite 23-year-old with a flirty streak, their fresh marriages already buckling under the weight of routine. One sticky summer evening, Mark and Lisa invited the young couple over for drinks, the kitchen table soon littered with vodka bottles, shot glasses, and half-eaten snacks. The older pair played it cool, pouring generously, the sharp scent of alcohol mingling with the hum of cicadas outside.

“Ever feel like life’s passing you by?” Mark asked, sliding Jake a shot, his tone easy but loaded.
Jake fidgeted, glancing at Mia, then downed it, coughing as it hit. “Uh, maybe. I dunno.”
Lisa leaned toward Mia, her fingers brushing the younger woman’s arm as she handed her a drink. “You’re so young—don’t you ever wonder what else is out there?”
Mia sipped, eyes darting to Jake, her voice small. “Sometimes. But… we’re married, y’know?”

Mark chuckled, refilling their glasses. “Marriage doesn’t mean dead. Let’s have some fun—loosen up.” The vodka flowed, shot after shot, until Jake’s shoulders slumped and Mia’s giggles turned sloppy, their unease softening under the haze. Lisa suggested a card game, something simple, but the rules kept shifting, the older pair steering it toward dares. “Kiss the person to your left,” Mark said, smirking as Jake turned to Lisa, his face paling.

“Uh, Mia?” Jake mumbled, looking at his wife, his hands twisting in his lap.
Mia bit her lip, the booze making her bold but shaky. “It’s just a game, right? Go for it.”
Jake leaned in, awkward, his lips brushing Lisa’s for a split second before he jerked back, red-faced. Lisa laughed, soft and teasing. “My turn,” she said, daring Mia to kiss her. Mia froze, glancing at Jake, who shrugged, unsteady. “If you’re okay with it,” he muttered. Mia nodded, hesitant, then pressed her lips to Lisa’s, a quick peck that lingered when Lisa didn’t pull away, their breath hot and vodka-tinged.

The air thickened, the younger couple exchanging wide-eyed looks, unsure but buzzing. “Let’s take a breather outside,” Mark suggested, leading them to the patio, the night wrapping them in humid shadows. The drinks kept coming, and Jake and Mia leaned into each other, whispering. “This is weird, right?” Jake hissed.
“Yeah, but… it’s kinda fun,” Mia admitted, her voice slurring. “You mad?”
“Nah. You?”
She shook her head, and they giggled, the alcohol blurring their nerves.

Back inside, the living room dimmed as Mark shut the blinds, the vibe shifting. He dangled his tie, grinning at Mia. “Ever tried being tied up? Just for kicks.” Mia blinked, clutching her drink, then glanced at Jake. “Is that… okay?”
Jake swallowed hard, his jeans tightening despite himself. “If you want. I mean, I guess I’m cool with it.”
Mia nodded, shaky, and Mark looped the tie around her wrists, loose at first, tightening it as she squirmed, testing it. “Call me Master,” he said, playful but firm. Mia hesitated, then whispered it, her voice trembling. Jake’s jaw dropped, but he didn’t stop it.

Mark unzipped, his cock springing free, thick and veined, and guided Mia’s head down. “Go on,” he urged. She balked, looking at Jake, who rasped, “It’s fine, babe. Do it.” She parted her lips, tentative, taking him in, the salty taste hitting her tongue as she gagged softly, unsure but sinking into it. Lisa slid beside Jake, her hand grazing his crotch. “Your turn,” she purred, unzipping him, stroking his hardening dick as he groaned, eyes locked on Mia.

“You good?” Jake called to Mia, voice cracking.
“Yeah,” she mumbled around Mark’s cock, pulling off to nod. “You?”
“Yeah. Keep going.” Permission given, the dam broke.

Mark gripped Mia’s hair, thrusting deeper, her throat stretching as spit dribbled down her chin, the wet gluck of her sucking filling the room. “Fuck, you’re a good little slut,” he snarled, smearing pre-cum across her lips. Lisa yanked Jake’s pants down, straddling him, her soaked pussy grinding against his bare cock, teasing him until he whimpered, hands clawing at her hips.

Mark hauled Mia up, bending her over the couch, her tied wrists pinned behind her. He spanked her ass, hard, the crack echoing, her yelp turning to a moan as red bloomed on her skin. “Beg for it,” he demanded. Mia, dazed, stammered, “Please, Master,” and he spat on her tight asshole, rubbing his cock against it. Jake watched, panting, as Lisa sank onto his dick, riding him slow, her tits bouncing in his face.

Mark pushed into Mia’s ass, slow at first, her gasps sharp as her hole stretched, the burn mixing with sick pleasure. “Take it, you filthy bitch,” he grunted, picking up s***d, the wet slap of his balls against her thighs loud and obscene. Mia’s moans turned raw, her body rocking, cum already leaking from Jake as Lisa fucked him harder, his hands gripping her ass.

Mark pulled Mia’s head back, shoving his fingers in her mouth, then yanked out, flipping her onto her back. “Open wide,” he ordered, jerking off until he sprayed thick ropes of cum across her face, dripping into her hair. Lisa climbed off Jake, shoving his face between her legs, making him lick her dripping cunt clean as he shuddered, spent.

They sprawled there, wrecked, the room stinking of sweat, sex, and vodka. Jake untied Mia’s wrists, their hands shaking as they avoided each other’s eyes, the graphic filth they’d plunged into sinking in. Dawn broke, and they stumbled home, bruised and silent, back to their spouses with a secret too heavy to unpack. Mark and Lisa lounged, smug, the slow seduction of the unsure young pair with booze and dares a perverse triumph they’d replay in the dark.

Yes, I am in agreement here that it's rude for you to hijack another's attempt & belittle them with a story about *** with unwilling victims that they had to get inebriated while no discussion or boundaries were set.

It would seem that in your attempt to hijack, you also overstepped.

[Jo****]

1 minute ago, TheProfessor24 said:

Yes, I am in agreement here that it's rude for you to hijack another's attempt & belittle them with a story about *** with unwilling victims that they had to get inebriated while no discussion or boundaries were set.

It would seem that in your attempt to hijack, you also overstepped.

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