Author: SexyBadStories

Canvas [Mf][bdsm]

Your body is canvas. Its smooth, pale skin begs for colour. Obedient, you bend yourself on my knee, presenting me your soft rump to paint. You whimper with every strike, every slap as my hand meets your buttocks. You scream as slowly my spanks turn you meek red and stinging. You could stop me anytime with the whisper of a word. But you don’t. You bite your lips, you curl your toes, your pussy drips its juices around your slit. You enjoy this.

I spread you wide on our bed. Your arms and legs bound tight to the corners of the mahogany frame. I invite the neighbours to watch, drawing the curtains and leaving the windows open. You pretend to struggle, shifting and moving against the bondage, pleading for release. I lean into your ear, and promise you just that—release.

The sweet release of pain. You gasp as each drop of wax hits your skin, leaving its beautiful crimson mark. Your face contorts in pleasure as every sensation of hot, burning wax on you brings you closer to the edge.

But that would be too easy. Read more »

Canvas [Mf][bdsm]

Your body is canvas. Its smooth, pale skin begs for colour. Obedient, you bend yourself on my knee, presenting me your soft rump to paint. You whimper with every strike, every slap as my hand meets your buttocks. You scream as slowly my spanks turn you meek red and stinging. You could stop me anytime with the whisper of a word. But you don’t. You bite your lips, you curl your toes, your pussy drips its juices around your slit. You enjoy this.

I spread you wide on our bed. Your arms and legs bound tight to the corners of the mahogany frame. I invite the neighbours to watch, drawing the curtains and leaving the windows open. You pretend to struggle, shifting and moving against the bondage, pleading for release. I lean into your ear, and promise you just that—release.

The sweet release of pain. You gasp as each drop of wax hits your skin, leaving its beautiful crimson mark. Your face contorts in pleasure as every sensation of hot, burning wax on you brings you closer to the edge.

But that would be too easy. Read more »

Saturday Misadventures [fMMM…][exh]

Last Saturday, I attached a dildo to my bicycle. It was a cute pink thing, one of my favourites. I tied it down with string from it’s fake rubber balls to the narrow seat of my bike. I put on my shortest skirt and skimpiest top, and rode that bicycle—in more ways than one— through the crowded downtown streets.

Some people were too busy staring into their phones to notice. Some were in too much of a rush to look anywhere else then straight ahead. A few saw and stared, mouth wide open, at the space between the bike and my ass. They had expected a gap there, but found instead my bare pussy gliding on a wet dildo. Just thinking about this made my juices overflow. Each small crack, every little bump along the road shook the dildo within me, pushing it deeper in what felt like a thousand ways. I moaned softly, feeling the excitement from my pussy.

I stopped at a T-Junction, somewhere in the bad part of town. I got off the, lifting my ass off the slippery wet seat. I took out the bicycle chain and lock. With it, I locked my wrists around the closest lamp pole I could find. I leaned my body on the pole for support, pushed my legs back and stuck out my ass. Patiently, I waited to be used. Read more »

In Her Arms [Requested][MF]

As requested by /u/throw_away_my_life_
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“Hey sweetie, how was work?” Jane gave Tim a hug as he walked into the living room.

“It was alright,” said Tim. He nuzzled his head against her, taking in her scent. Tim didn’t mind that his girlfriend was taller than him— he liked the safety and comfort.

“You okay with some leftover pizza?” Jane asked.

“You know I love pizza.”

“Yea, I do.” Jane smiled and pecked him on the cheeks. She got up and headed into the kitchen, grabbing cold pizza from the fridge. Tim heard the click of the oven turn on.

“You know you could just microwave them, right?”

“What am I, a monster?” Jane yelled from the kitchen.
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Tim smirked silently in response, and went back to his phone. The two laid in bed together. Jane sat up against the wall reading her kindle, while Tim lay on her lap, looking at his phone. Every so often, Jane would absentmindedly run her fingers through his hair. This was their nightly ritual.

“Heh, says here masturbation reduces the risk of prostate cancer in men,” Tim read the article out for her. Read more »