Author: Karls-Blank-Writer

The Brat – A Parody

Once upon a snowy morn, while I slumbered, weak and worn,
Dreaming deep about home and a distant shore –
As I snoozed, my snoot was bruised,
By someone gently tap, tapping in between each snore,
“Daddy wake up,” she grumbled, “I can’t sleep anymore –
Plus, you know I hate it when you snore.”

I can’t possibly remember a time before her,
Every morning felt like a chore,
Her outfits were set; frilled socks and pressed dress
She picked them out because my taste is a bore,
Once dressed she would prance; such a princess-like dance
Complete with a kiss to even the score.

She sets her own pace, moving with silken grace
It almost makes me forget the mess she leaves on the floor.
I know I should unleash a scolding – surely she needs some moulding
But that’s good only for a pout and nothing more,
To tame a brat, you need some tact;
Scoldings, sure, but something more. Read more »

Deflowering Olivia, Or The Taking Of A Sister-In-Law’s Virginity [MF][Mf][Creampie]

Craig arrived home after a particularly stressful day. His job wasn’t the most exciting, though it did pay well. He didn’t stand out at the office and, more often than not, chose to keep his head down. An early riser, he was the sort to get his work done early and beat the traffic on his evening commute. Getting home to spend time with his wife, Alison, and maybe have a beer or two while he watched television was what Craig considered an evening well spent.

Today was no different in that regard. Alison was in the kitchen preparing dinner and he greeted her as he usually did; hands on her hips, he kissed her shoulder and said, “Good afternoon.”

She let him kiss her but pulled away as he used his hands to draw her hips back into him. “Stop,” she said, though she maintained a playful demeanour which gave the impression that he should push further.

“Come on,” Craig laughed as he gently pressed her body against the edge of the counter. “Dinner can wait.”

“Uh, dinner can’t wait,” Alison replied. “I already have chicken in the oven.” Read more »

Frotting With My Strap-On [MF][Gentle Femdom]Edging][Orgasm Control][Praise][Affectionate]

Sometimes men don’t understand how a woman could lack…confidence.

They don’t know what it’s like to be pretty. And popular. And to have had so, so many boyfriends yet, at the same time, to not understand their own desires. That being pretty was keeping up appearances; popularity was being constantly compared to others. That, sometimes, lots of boyfriends means lots of bad boyfriends.

I had a lot of bad boyfriends. They made me anxious and insecure. They took sex from me and I spent my early twenties believing I was submissive when in truth I was scared and confused. That wasn’t the case anymore, though, because now I had my lovable dork.

A year and a half. That’s how long I’ve been taken care of. I’ve been encouraged. I learned what it felt like to be told I was beautiful instead of hot. I’m cherished and protected, not controlled. And, well, after a year and a half, I learned that I wasn’t submissive because submissive women don’t make him happy.

“I make you happy, don’t I?”

I look down to see the bulging of his Adam’s apple as he swallows and smile with my lips slightly parted. “Yes,” he admits. Read more »