GentlyJagged, Author at NSFW story

[FM] Vacation Bus

It had been a long day. We were traveling for work, but we worked for a company that provided a vacation as a bonus for the top 1% of earners. It was always fun and involved a LOT of drinking, but the travel days were brutal.

For some reason we always got the first flight out, and never managed to make it to our hotel before midnight. No one really complains though, as it’s hard to look a gift horse in the mouth, especially when that horse provides a steady stream of booze and just enough snacks to keep you from puking.

Anyway, vacation sex has always been at the top of our to-do list, and this trip leaves us practically panting with anticipation. We’d of course like to steal away for private moments, but the airport was slammed this morning, and after getting coffee in the 30 person line, it was time to board.

I love reading stories about people fooling around on airplanes, but honestly, how do you manage? Is this just bullshit? We were shoehorned between three other passengers, and I couldn’t breathe without the whole row knowing about it, let alone slip my hand under my boyfriend’s jacket to try to jerk him off. Read more »

[FM] The Spanking Table

Claire’s legs are getting tired as she’s bent over the specialty bench her Master has made for her. She is certainly not comfortable, nor is she having to support her full weight, but the base is thin enough that she either has to use her legs or her arms to support herself while she’s in position. And she must stay in position, that is a rule.

Perhaps she’s been bad, or maybe she’s been very, very good, but either way she is enduring a spanking that must’ve surely gotten started well before we arrived. Her cheeks are red, verging on blistering, one might assess, and she is counting. It’s hard to say how many times she’s been instructed to count, but when she gets to 50, she starts over.

One must wonder – to whose benefit is this almost exorbitant display of violence? His cock stands at attention in his pants (he is wearing no shirt or shoes), and although Claire is grunting and sweating profusely, she does not ask him to stop. She does not beg for her battered ass to be given just a moment to recover, she does offer him sexual favors in exchange for a reduction in sentence. With our gaze traveling south, we see that her wetness has gathered around her inner thighs. From time to time her Master lands a well placed *smack* lower, right across her swollen sex, and the slick sound echoes into the room. It is hard to say who is enjoying this more. Read more »

[FM] Happy Birthday to Me

It’s my birthday, and like any good and dutiful wife, all I wanted was for my husband to fuck the shit out of me. He’s nothing if not obliging.

The day passes without much incident, and I’m beginning to worry that it will get away from us, and the marathon-fucking I’d hoped for will be relegated to an evening quickie before bed. Not that I mind the variation, but, as you recall, it’s my birthday.

Luckily, as the night winds down, he leads me upstairs and to our bed.

“I want to give you a massage,” he says, and I grin. I’ve not once had a massage from him that didn’t end with phenomenal sex, and at this point it’s a conditioned response. I think I’m already moving my hips in anticipation.

I undress, he undresses, and I lie facedown, closing my eyes as he gets some oil and rubs it over my body. He rushes a bit, a product of having waited all day and being turned on. I don’t blame him, as my pussy has been aching for attention since he told me he was going to massage me, and relaxation isn’t at the forefront of my mind. Read more »