Author: delevam

The Language Of Love – [MF] [Strangers]

Jessica stood naked in front of the mirror of the room she was staying in. She’d always struggled with deciding what to wear, and the nerves of being alone in a foreign country weren’t exactly helping. She stood side on, gently patting her flat stomach without rhythm. She was under the impression that Colombian guys tended to prefer curvy, thicker women, so she was hoping she wouldn’t be harassed much when she got to the bar she was planning to go to with a few other travelers she’d made fast friends with in the hostel.

She started by stepping into a lacy white thong, pulling it up her legs and letting the waistband lightly snap against her hips. She twisted her body left to right, making sure she looked great from all angles. She selected a bra to match her choice of underwear, despite planning to dress comfortably in jeans and a t-shirt, she still wanted to *feel* sexy, even if she didn’t look the stereotypical way. Jessica squirmed into a pair of pale blue jeans and threw on a navy blue t-shirt. One final check of her look in the mirror, she was ready to head out. Read more »

Getting what she wants [MF] [Premature]

Jessica was ready for tonight. Ricky had broken up with her a few weeks ago hadn’t been easy, but she was sick of moping around the house feeling sorry for herself. When her best friend Katie invited her for a girls night out, just the two of them, she knew that was exactly what she wanted. Her finger and toenails were all crimson to match her favourite tight dress that zipped up from the side, complimented by a hidden matching lilac underwear set. She’d taken longer than usual to get ready, checking herself out in the mirror at every angle to make sure she looked perfect while sipping white wine. After finishing her glass she made a final reapplication of her lipstick as the horn of the taxi outside rang through her window. Read more »

Tied & denied [bondage] [MF]

Laura lay atop the bed, spread eagle and stark naked. Her hands and wrists were fastened securely to the posts of the bed with rope not coarse enough to hurt her, but coarse enough to enjoy. Usually she was gagged and blindfolded but in addition, her husband had suggested nose and ear plugs in what she, for now, deemed a successful attempt at near-sensual deprivation. All she wanted to feel was his touch.

She was unsure how long she’d been restrained for. She remembers that as the last earplug went in her right ear, her husband whispered that he’d be back soon and that upon his return, she had to shout behind her gag when she was going to cum. That made her happy, the prospect of the eventual orgasm, she began to grow wet with anticipation. Since then, she’s been suspended in silence. She may even have fallen asleep with one point, she wasn’t sure. A lack of other senses allowed her imagination to become vivid, so she may even have dreamt for a brief period. And dream she did, of all the things she wanted, all the things she needed, to be done to her. Read more »

The tenant’s agreement [dubcon] [MF]

Michaela wearily trudged up the stairwell of her apartment building. The lift was broken, though that seemed to be the only downside of her new place. In the second nicest area of the city, surrounded by amenities and only a 12 minute walk, 10 if she was in a rush, from the law firm she worked at. And for so cheap as well? Comparing to other neighbouring buildings, this apartment seemed to be around thirty percent cheaper than others. She was always told to be wary that if it seems too good to be true, it probably is. However she’d thoroughly read through the contract, and could find no issues. Read more »

The night train [Public] [First time]

Sophie was nervous. She’d never been on an overnight train across the country before, or even traveled this far by herself. She’d assured her protective parents that she’d be fine heading up to her cousin’s house alone a week before the rest of the family joined them. She wore comfortable clothes for her journey, tracksuit pants and a loose t-shirt. No bra and a thong that was a gift from a girlfriend she could hardly feel, she was essentially in her pajamas, with the addition of some thick socks and cozy trainers. Her auburn her was in a high ponytail, and she’d opted not to wear any of her subtle jewellery, under her mother’s guidance. Read more »