Author: FabulaeEroticorum

Femdom in the Real World part two – Married M&F

This is a stream of consciousness story that happened about a week ago, but I thought that it'd be more fun to tell it in present tense. Enjoy

Her hips buck. Her pull on my hair gets tighter. Her thighs flex and squeeze my ears, muffling her ecstasy. I have to hold my breath during this but I don't mind. It's not very long. She has powerful, dancer's legs though…and those can hurt sometimes…and she knows it…but she's being extra nice tonight. Her grip slackens. Her legs spread. And I pull my mouth away.

I survey my goddess from my kneeling vantage point. She's collapsed on the bed, her breathing deep but returning to normal. Her legs are in the amazing wide split she's capable of. Her right leg, bent at the knee, dangles from the bed. Her butt to the edge. Her pussy, just inches from my face, gleams…but not in that gross, sloppy way that porns intentionally play up…just a beautiful sheen. I inhale. I love the smell of her, it's like vanilla and musk. I wonder who decided that pussies smell bad. Probably somebody with a bored wife. Read more »

Femdom in the Real World – Married M&F

It had been a normal Sunday morning: we went out for espressos, spent an hour straightening up the house, ate an early lunch…married, domestic stuff. We've been married for five years, so had our routine but don't have kids, allowing for quite a bit of flexibility. But generally, Sundays are for slow sex.

Christmas season is my busy season at work and after an entire week of filling orders, I had no energy for kink the night before. A glass of wine and I crashed. So this late morning, after coffee and cleaning and lunch and a quick shower, I sat on the couch, scrolling through reddit, waiting for my wife to finish with her bath. I fully expected slow, Sunday sex.

I was excited, for sure, as anybody would be, but I was sorry to have missed my chance at submission the night before. Our femdom/sub roles don't extend beyond sex but I surely needed it. I needed not to be in charge of things at work. I needed not to have to make decisions. I needed not to worry about costs and overhead and creative control.

I figured, "Well, a quick fuck and a drink would do me good anyway." Read more »

Hotel room dom/sub with a whole lot of exhibition – picture included.

She asked for me to be in charge, which is odd, she's usually the dominant but I'm always happy to oblige. Perhaps it was the hotel. Hotels always bring out the kink in people. We were away from home and traveling light, so we didn't have many of the toys she generally uses on me: spreader bars, blindfolds, gags. I knew that we had our handcuffs but not much else.. I had to improvise.

She's an exhibitionists (hence all the photos in our profile) and I knew that she would get off being seen, especially in such a rare, humiliated state. So after we kissed and agreed to the game (we always do this before we act anything out) I spun her around, cuffed her wrists behind her back, tore off her skirt and thong, arranged her how I wanted, and told her to spread her legs and bend at the waist until her face touched the bed. Read more »

Sometimes better than a Threesome

I have my fair share of kink in my life, being married to a mostly-gay, sexually dominant belly dancer. But after somehow wrenching my neck today and clearly being in pain, my wife offered a massage.

Twenty minutes of neck work later, I assumed her hands were crawling their way down to rub my lower back a bit (where I usually have pain). And she did, but only briefly. Her hands crept further down, over my butt and down between my thighs.

Here I am now, thirty minutes after that, a very relaxed and happy husband. I've seen a lot, guys, but sometimes no amount of latex-clad butt sex or any number of a wife's beautiful girlfriends can match a non-committal, face-down handjob after a neck massage.

And now she's making lasagna. I fuckin' win today.

From that point on she kept at least one hand on the back of my head.

The note read, “Get cleaned up and meet me at the Westin at 7:00. Don’t be late.”

A lipstick imprint of a kiss was her signature. I caught a faint waft of vanilla and perfume. Attached to the note was a room key marked #303. I looked at the clock. It was almost 5:30.

Still a little bewildered I called her. No answer. I sent a text. After several minutes, there was no response. It was Friday night. We usually have some sort of sex to unwind from the week. Still, I imagined a bottle of wine, giving her a couple of spankings, trading oral sex, then watching Star Trek. A normal Friday. Honestly, I was a little annoyed. I had been looking forward to my comfortable blowjob all day.

I was also quite impressed. It took a lot of planning and determination to pull off a stunt like this. Adrisa is usually terrible at surprises. After taking the dogs out I undressed to take a shower. I noticed that my imagination and my anticipation as to what she may have planned had gotten me more aroused than I realized. For a moment I considered quickly jacking off to ease the tension a bit but the time constraint encourages me to think better of the idea. Read more »

The Waitress (FFM-Fem/Lezdom)

Adrisa, lying on her back, on the moderately price hotel bed, turned her head to the side and smiled at me…a pleasured and gloating smile.

Her knees are still bent and pointing up. Her bare heels still pulled in. Her legs still spread in those impossible, ballet splits she can manage.

Her right hand still holding the waitress’ face between her powerful thighs.

Not relaxed.

Though she bucked, gasped, and clearly came…Adrisa didn’t loosen her grip…just shifted her hold.

The waitress, “Amanda,” “Amy,” “Avery,” or whatever has to endure our lovers’ look. Our silent “I love you/I told you so/You win” smiles from across the room. Amanda/Amy/Avery/Whatever doesn’t notice our exchange. She is deaf, blind, and dumb…wrapped in legs, girl-cum on her nose…tongue deep…gently licking my wife’s ass. Adrisa likes that after she cums…when she is feeling bitchy and bossy.

Amanda/Amy/Avery/Whatever could leave. It isn’t like we’re forcing her to stay in this hotel room. But she doesn’t leave. She stays, obedient and submissive. She seems to be accepting her punishment. Hours before, at the restaurant, she wouldn’t stop flirting with me. It was blatant. I flirted back. It was also blatant. Adrisa sneered and wrote my phone number and our room number on the check. Read more »