Author: Misbehaving_kitten

Beneath the Bleachers [MF] [Bondage] [Femdom] [Oral] [PIV] [XL story]

It’s a teenage cliche – making out under the bleachers during a football game. Almost considered a rite of passage in most parts of the Western Hemisphere. Unfortunately, neither of us were cool or popular enough to have experienced it ourselves back in the day. As we wandered the local track circuit of your former high school (nearly 20 years after our respective graduations), you lamented about missing out on that particular magic moment. You were a band geek, and girls just didn’t pull guys from the woodwind section underneath the bleachers.

The mental image of a flag bearer sneering at your flute has me rolling, but in all honesty I can’t relate. I attended a French Catholic academy so strict that students were separated by gender during assembly even though it was the early 2000’s. I shudder, remembering how many times I heard “leave room for Jesus” during school dances. No bleacher make outs for me. Not that the austere school environment did me any good; I grew up to be a deviant just the same. We wrap up our walk in comfortable silence, but the seed of an idea has been planted. Read more »

Sucking Your Very First Cock [MMF] [Bicurious] [Oral] [Orgasm denial] (XL story)

You raise an eyebrow at my devilish expression but wait for me to explain why the text message has me smiling in the first place. “Well… I left our room and my cell number on the receipt when I signed for the tip.”

Your eyes just about pop out of your head. “You what?!?” Sputtering and adorable, face flushing crimson, I let you dangle for a moment. “The waiter from dinner?”

I give you an eyeroll and kick my shoes off just past the hotel room entrance. “No, our 75-year old Uber driver.” I flop onto the bed, leaving you standing in the vestibule. “What do you think I mean, of course I’m talking about the waiter. From dinner. Who you kept eye-fucking every time he came back to the table.” You haven’t moved. “I’ve never had my water refilled that many times before; he was coming around to flirt.”

You sigh, finally shuffling out of your coat and shoes. “Hon, that’s his job. Top up our drinks, flirt a little and hopefully get a decent tip out of us.” You’re still eyeing my phone like it might explode. I wouldn’t have smiled like the Cheshire Cat unless there was something more to the story, and you know it. Read more »

Night Out [MF] [BDSM] [public/group sex]

I’m fidgeting in my seat, thighs sticking to the vinyl bench. I peel one off leg then the other, gingerly – I know I will be repeating the process in five minutes. I curse my choice of skirt this evening; I froze in the line outside the club but once inside my legs melded with the furniture. The slit that looked alluring while I was standing up, showing a generous flash of thigh, became a bit of a problem once I was seated. The stretchy material keeps creeping higher and to the side as we huddle in our booth. I eye you across the table as I shift again, losing yet another layer of skin on the backs of my legs.

You’re nervous, not sure where to look so your eyes keep darting around the room behind your mask. “What if I stare at someone and they think it’s an invitation?!” You had hissed n a near-panic before having the wristband system explained by the front desk clerk in a thick Québécois accent. We giggled as the paper bands were affixed to our wrists, but the unease wasn’t entirely fake. It was our first time at this particular type of club, and we were both excited and nervous. So nervous, in fact, that despite the available local options we had waited until a conference in far-off Montreal provided us with the option to explore without running into anyone we knew. Canada is full of “big little cities” and the idea of recognizing an acquaintance was enough to give us both pause. Read more »

Working things out [MF] [Light FemDom] [Long]

We’re sitting on a park bench, watching the stars come out. Just as I think to myself how lovely the view is, you muse whether or not we should have actually ended things and that you still have feelings – but you’re unsure of what to do about them. Everything suddenly feels like it’s happening in slow motion as I turn to you in disbelief.

Relationships are hard – open relationships just crank the difficulty level to 11. And after a summer of dabbling, you decided that it wasn’t for you or your wife. Dating more than one person only works if everyone is on board and that was no longer the case. In reality I’m torn – I want to do do the right thing at all times but catch myself fantasizing about tying you to a tree so I can come up with new and creative ways of making your knees buckle. It’s fine. I can justify it as long as those thoughts stay inside, unsaid. Just like I’ve been telling myself for the past year. But with creeping dread I realize that none of this matters, not all this time being Just Friends, not all the good intentions; the only thing that matters to me is the next few words out of your mouth. “What would happen if my circumstances had changed?” Read more »

Weekend Warriors – His Turn (Pt. II) [M/F BDSM, Oral, Anal, Spanking]

[Part I here](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/k2hyyi/weekend_warriors_his_turn_pt_1_mf_bdsm_oral_anal/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)

I want so badly to please you, and so I focus and relax as you enter me from behind. It always hurts, just a little – but soon enough the edge will dull as I become accustomed to your girth. Stretch me open and make me yours. It’s worth the wait, and after that first slow stroke you’re buried in my ass as deep as you’ll go. I clench and unclench my fists and let loose the breath I’ve been holding in. “You ok?” you ask, running your free hand down my back and letting it rest on my hip. You make those tiny circles with your thumb that you always do when you’re feeling affectionate. Pet me before you ravage me, I silently hope.

I nod. You slowly withdraw before pushing into me again, still caressing me and murmuring words of encouragement. I groan. You’re so thick and hard I’m acutely aware of you inside me even though you’re barely moving. It’s a completely different kind of fullness, tinged on the edges with the pain that’s quickly fading. In its place, steadily building as you inch back and forth, is a not-unpleasant warmth which I know will soon cascade into desire. You thrust again and this time the sound which escapes me is clearly a moan. You chuckle. “More?” Read more »

Weekend Warriors – His Turn (Pt. 1) [M/F BDSM, Oral, Anal, Spanking]

It’s our third annual trip up here; turns and landmarks have become recognizable enough that I don’t have to rely on GPS in my role as navigator. The cabin might only be an hour and a half outside the city but the thick wooded drive and hilly terrain make it feel like it’s a world away. This is exactly what I needed, an entire weekend relaxing in front of a fireplace in various states of undress. I swish the dregs of my latte and down them before giving you a sideways glance. You are going to get it the moment we’re through the door, I decide to myself with a smile. An evil little grin spreads ever wider as I mentally run through the list of ways I’m going to bind and tease you, and submit myself for the same treatment at your hands.

You immediately pick up on the changed atmosphere in the vehicle and your eyes dart between my foxlike grin and the dark highway ahead. Ours is the next turnoff, I point out, and you clear your throat.
“What’s that smile for?” you question, but the wry smirk on your face indicates you know exactly what’s on my mind. You just want to make me say it, you ass. Read more »

After-work relaxation [MF] [blowjob]

There’s an unusually long pause between the garage closing and the sounds of your keys in the front door. I turn from my spot at the counter and my suspicions are confirmed; your face is drawn, mouth set in a hard line. You have had A Bad Day At Work. Blessedly rare, but when things go sideways and tempers flare, you’re the one they send in to smooth things over. Sometimes, that means getting berated until you can calm the client down enough to figure out what the actual problem is.

I frown and shut my laptop, ending my own workday. This at least explains the short, terse texts throughout the afternoon. You’re still standing in the entryway, trying now on a conscious level to leave the day’s events behind you. I slide off the stool and you blink, focusing on the movement.

“So…” I approach and snag your lunch kit from your hands. “Here are the options: 30 minutes to decompress, a stiff drink, and a blowjob” I list, holding up three fingers in turn. You huff a laugh through your nose, that dour expression finally cracking. Read more »

Just another last time [M/F] (long)

Yardbird’s “for your love” is blaring out of the rental car’s speakers as we roll into the hotel parking lot in silence. The chirpy melody feels like it’s clashing with the slowly creeping tension in the vehicle, so I swing into a spot in the shade and turn off the engine before the song reaches its climax. You raise an eyebrow at me and open your mouth to speak but think better of it and get out instead, stretching cramped legs after the nonstop three-hour-long drive. I try and fail to ignore the flash of downy hair on your midriff when you stretch out, and wonder to myself if kids these days still call it a treasure trail. I just need to get to my room, song or no. Normally I’d leave the car in park and let the song finish; a quirk of mine you’d come to terms with during our work assignments. Short, inter-city jaunts to shake hands with the neediest clients and assure them we’re on top of stuff and junk, like professional adults do all the time. Smooth things over with people in suits who are Very Upset by saying all the Right Things and then collapse in our hotel beds after fucking each other’s brains out. Sleep off the sex and road fatigue then wake early for shitty hotel bacon and coffee while planning the next few days of intensive workshops to set them on the right path again. Celebrate our success with even more sex and then check out to head home. It was formulaic by this point. Read more »

Lunch Break (MF) (Female POV)

I’m sick of waiting, and you can see it on my face as clear as day. I’ve been patient, I’ve been understanding, but enough is enough. We haven’t fucked in three weeks and every time you brush up against me I lose my train of thought. How can I possibly get you off of my mind when you’re right there, so close but still out of reach?

You’re a little out of sorts when I ask you to meet me in a service corridor instead of our usual lunch spot, but still game. It isn’t until I start punching in the door code on a room labeled “dorm” that you realize we won’t be making it to the cafeteria any time soon. I wedge the door open with my foot and look back at you over my shoulder. “Between rounds and inservice, we have about 30 minutes.”

Only meant for residents to catch up on sleep, it’s a closet of a room with perpendicular bunk beds and a small table with a faded visitor chair. There isn’t even a window, and we’re plunged into darkness as the heavy door swings shut behind us as we shuffle in, giggling. Read more »

Date Night [MFM] (Bi) (First time) (Questioning Sexuality) (Hotwife) Pt. 4 & 5

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Eyes closed as I wrap my hand around Nick’s hard on, I focus on pleasuring him using my tongue and lips as a reward for his patience tonight. It’s an… understatement to say I love giving head. The way you twitch and moan when I’m going down on you is like nothing else in this world. I feel so sexy and powerful when I’m able to reduce you to a puddle of endorphins using just my mouth. My reverie is broken when my tongue hits the right spot on the underside of Nick’s cock head and he rewards me with a deep, rumbling moan, tilting his head back. That’s my cue to keep doing what I’m doing, and Nick moans again, slightly louder this time. “Oh, wow” he stammers as I push him as far as I can take him, wiggling my soft pink tongue against his shaft and rubbing the tip against the back of my throat. I look up into his eyes when he’s pushed as far as I can take him. “Holy shit” he hisses through clenched teeth. I hold him there until I feel like I’m struggling for air and then swallow, trying to suppress my gag reflex but the angle is wrong. Nobody’s perfect, but I’m working on it. Goals are good. Pulling my head back with a gasp, I stroke his cock quickly and a string of spit joining us jiggles before breaking, landing across my cheek. I want to feel him splash on my face in the same way when he cums, I think and grin, naughtily. I take him in my mouth again and start sucking rhythmically, doing my best to maintain friction with the spot that made him jump earlier. Read more »