Author: samrat_shimal

Watch out for the quiet ones: Part II

Lovemaking with him was, in a word, intense.

I felt his cock- perfectly sized, rock hard, pushing into me, my pussy gripping tight around him as I gasped into his ear, his strong frame on me, grinding me into the mattress.

It wasn’t fucking. There’s nothing wrong with fucking, but the slow, incredibly deep, rotating thrusts inside me were not the usual hard pumping of a young horny man fucking a new lover. No- they were rhythmic ecstasy, nearly cinematic in how they made me feel, hitting weak spot after weak spot.

There was no stopping the heights of bliss I reached. Over, and over, screaming his name as he held me, kissed me, lost himself inside me. I needed to warn him

*Please, I’ll squirt if you keep going. Please…*

So of course he went faster, deeper, harder. But never straying away from the tenderness, the care, the control. Never fucking me like a desperate boy, just taking me like a man

Full control. Certainty. Safety. Ownership.

Until we both climaxed, collapsing into one another, a human shaped pile of heavy sighs, shaking legs, and happy hearts.

Watch out for the quiet ones: Part I [Mdom] [fsub] [Soft Dom] [No sex]

Our first date had been sweet, wholesome, and completely timid. A nice, welcome change to what I’d come across in the recent past.

I’d expected the second to be the same. My attempts at flirting during our messages hadn’t gone too well, and I was forming the impression that he was a little shy and perhaps not very sexually driven.

So it was easy to invite him over for the second date. I expected a kiss, a hug, maybe a cheeky booty grab.

And that happened. Then his fingers slipped into my pants, and were soon under the thin white lace of my thong. I hadn’t been expecting him to make a move but I was glad he did, though I thought I was just about to experience foreplay before the real thing- enough teasing to break the ice but nothing too special. Maybe some fumbling- awkward and hesitant but not uncomfortable.

But that wasn’t right. As his fingers started to tease and touch, I felt myself gasping. He stroked each lip gently, and I felt the wetness pooling between my legs
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And when they finally started to rub my clit, it wasn’t long before I realised he was going to make me cum; and cum hard. I was a little in disbelief- nobody had ever made me cum with just rubbing. I could barely cum from oral. Read more »

Good Daddy, Bad Daddy [part 3]

I whimpered, my body quivering as G flicked my clit and curled a finger inside me. I blushed, moaning his name.

“Daddy, daddy, I’m going to cum”. He didn’t even flinch, only shoved another finger inside me, pressing onto my stomach with the other hand while he sucked on my clit hungrily. I was going to squirt, and there was no stopping it.

I squealed as the liquid left my body, covering his face.

And he didn’t stop.

“Daddy! No!! It’ll happen again” I pleaded, though my hips bucked to pull his fingers even deeper inside me. He moved his hand off my stomach, now undoing his shorts to release his stiff, throbbing cock.

Seconds away from my second squirting, he moved his mouth and hand away from my now glistening cunt, and shoved his hard cock inside me.

“Lick yourself off my face, princess” he said, and I complied, hungrily licking his wet cheeks as I squirted on his cock.

“Oh, you’re such a wet, bad little girl” he said sweetly, before standing on the couch, legs on either side of me and cock against my face. I sucked hungrily, licking every single part of my juices off him, and he groaned before holding my face still, his hot load filling my mouth. Read more »

Good Daddy, Bad Daddy [part 2] [Soft Dom] [MMF] [DDLG]

G’s key turned in the door. I always knew when it was him, his work boots pounding against the driveway. He never looked hotter than when he got home from work, his skin glowing from sun and sweat, his eyes narrowed just a bit with fatigue, and the gap between the top of his boots and the bottom of his work shorts just drool inducing.

The door swung open and he saw me sitting on the couch, reading. I’d been ordered to finish one novel a week and I was tracking well enough, but the expression on my face showed I hadn’t been having much fun.

“Hi baby, why the long face?” He said, coming over to kiss me. I buried my head in his neck, breathing in his day, and kissed the salted skin sweetly.

“I missed you! How was your day?” I cooed, unbuttoning his work shirt and kissing his chest. He blushed, always graciously shy when I showed him care.

“Fine, Miss. Now, why were you scowling? What’s up?” he responded, his hand gently squeezing my ass under the little white skirt I was wearing. Read more »

Good Daddy, Bad Daddy [Part 1] [Mdom] [fsub] [MMF] [DDLG]

I’m not sure how I ended up here, living a life that most would envy. To say it’s a dream come true would be lying- this isn’t something I would have ever dreamed of, something I had ever considered before it happened. No, the appropriate cliche is “Truth is stranger than fiction”. And by strange I mean infinitely hotter, infinitely more fulfilling.

B and G could be brothers, twins even. They look exceedingly similar- both achingly handsome in the face, with gorgeous long hair, big eyes, perfect lips. In stature they differ- B taller, slimmer, though the small shortfall in height is more than made up for by G’s gorgeous, muscular body, chiselled by hours of hard physical work. And of course, both are so perfectly sized where it matters, that you’d never judge me for being an indecisive, greedy little hand-me-down when the clothes come off.

The real difference is in how they dominate me.

Good Daddy, Bad Daddy.

G’s sweet, doting nature always reducing me to a docile, drooling, overstimulated puddle of cum-drunk bliss. B’s stern, sadistic deprivation of my pleasure often ending with screaming tantrums that are only silenced by his strong-handed strikes against my ass, my pussy, my cheeks. Read more »