I made her get on her knees in the snow for me [MF] [long].

**Disclaimer:** My girl and I have a BDSM dynamic. **Everything is enthusiastically consensual.** If rough sex or submission and dominance makes you uncomfortable, I would not suggest reading any further.

This past week, I (44/M) took my (37/F) girl on a week long vacation to celebrate her birthday. I planned this trip entirely around her and what I knew she would enjoy; however, my birthday is right after hers, so I did have it in the back of my mind to gift myself with at least one thing, which was of course, fucking her incessantly.

However, since the trip was for her, she decided on a particularly strenuous hike as an activity for one of the mornings after the locals explained how beautiful the views were, assuming you could make it to the end.

To make things more challenging, there was also a storm overnight, which left 6′ of fresh snow on the ground, so I urged her to dress warm. She presented herself in these black leggings that hugged her ass, a black fitted, long sleeve top, and a tan winter vest over that. She topped it off with a cute black beanie that covered her long, onyx coloured hair.

I fucked her up against the wall, with the door wide open as soon as I got home. [MF]

A shorter story from me, but it was a good one.

Yesterday, I (43/M) had to go into my office and get some work done that can only be done on site. As the day came to a close, I texted my girl (36/F) with some directions.

“When I get home, I want you in the shortest skirt you have and a top that displays your beautiful breasts. I want you to have makeup on and your hair done. Understand?”

She responded rather quickly with “how much time do I have?”, followed by a cute little emoji that had a sweat drop and a smile.

Ya, I thought, that summed up how she was going to look as soon as I was home. Wet and with a smile.

I left her question on read, if only to leave a bit of mystery between us.

I arrived home about 45 minutes later; wonderfully, she greeted me in the tightest and smallest white dress I have ever seen. The fabric clung tightly to her golden toned skin; she has such a tiny little waist, particularly compared to her ample tits and full hips, and this dress accentuated her curves beautifully.

I fucked her against her will [MF] (CNC, long).

As a warning, this story will include consensual non-consent; if you got any issues around that, I recommend you do not read any further. That said, everything I do with my girl is desired and enthusiastically consented to.

Onto the story.

I (M/43) have been having another long and arduous week at work; I would wager that the devil himself has been creating the issues that have arisen at my job this week. Yesterday afternoon, I was working from home when I received an email from my colleague, Austin.

Whenever anything comes in from this guy, it is a special kind of stupid.

So when the email subject “Well this is a pisser…” popped up at the top of my inbox, I audibly groaned while briefly considering deleting it and pretending I never saw the damn thing.

As I sat there contemplating how to remedy yet another fucking problem, my frustration began rising. Now, I ain’t sure if it was testosterone, a coping mechanism, or just plain old lizard brain bullshit, but suddenly, I needed my cock serviced.

I fucked her ass hard to teach her a lesson (long) [MF].

Per the usual, the dynamic I have with my girl is deeply consensual. Everything we do has been carefully discussed. If BDSM bothers you, this ain’t your story.

My fiancé is undeniably a gorgeous woman. She is mostly oblivious to it, but I am keenly aware of the men and women who consistently chat her up, stare at her, or make comments about her. I witness this and hear them, because oftentimes, it is as though I am not even there. I do not fault anyone for admiring her instead of noticing me; however, at 6’3” tall and 230 pounds, I am not exactly an easy man to overlook. But she lights up a fucking room.

She keeps her hair very long and it is nearly as black as night; it falls around her perfect face, framing her almond shaped eyes. And Jesus, her eyes are catching — the left is green, the right is a deep hazel, and they always have this intoxicating innocence behind them. Fucking sold me on her the moment I first saw her.

I punished her and made her my sex toy (long) [MF].

Disclaimer that everything I do with my girl is consensual; we have a long-standing dynamic rooted in sadomasochism, dominance, and submission.

So with that out of the way, I will move onto the story.

I (43/M) have a high-stress job; however, last week was one of those weeks that kept hitting a man while he was already down. As of Friday morning, I found myself looking at the clock and willing it to read 1600 hours.

Around 1130, my cell buzzes on my desk as I am discussing work with a colleague. I see it is a text from my girl (36/F), so I excuse myself from the conversation for a second and pick it up to check the message in case something is wrong. I read it quickly and see she makes mention she is feeling lonely.

I determine she is unfortunately going to have to wait for reassurance until I finish this conversation with my colleague. I absently set the phone down face up and continue the discussion with my colleague.