Undress [Fingering] [Fucking] {Light Bondage] [Domination]

“Undress.

Turn around.

Bend at the waist.

Hands flat on the table.”

Handcuffs on.

“Do you trust me?”

Only silence is heard.

SPANK!

“Answer me.”

My voice is calm and neutral.

“Yes, sir, I trust you.”

“Good girl,” I smile as I lightly slap your face.

I slowly slip a toy into your backside.

I like to tease a little beforehand.

I know you like it, too.

My cock is hard and I press against you.

You wiggle, giggle and I start to grind.

“Legs spread,” I command.

You reposition and spread.

My hand goes between your legs,

fingers spreading your lips,

my cock grinding between your butt cheeks.

I breathe you in and moan.

Every fibre of my being just wants to fuck you hard.

One finger on your clit,

two inside your pussy,

my cock still between your butt cheeks,

the plug moving as I grind.

A moan escapes your lips.

“Remember the rule. Say it.”

“No cumming until Sir tells me.”

New Toys (mf) (BDSM) (orgasm denial) (bondage) (oral) (cum)

“Wait, hang on!”

I waited. I hung on her every syllable.

“You didn’t think I was going to let you away with that?”

I was rumbled and I knew it, still I said nothing. I wanted to challenge her, but I knew exactly what she’d do. Or maybe that’s why I wanted to challenge her.

“Sit.”

I did as I was told.

“Now, what should I do?”

A wicked grin spread across her face and I could tell she was going to do something twisted.

“It’s not right to spy on me when I’m showering, you know. Did you cum?”

“No, I promise!”

That was probably the worst thing I could have said.

“You should have.”

“But I’m not allowed to cum without your permission, Mistress.”

She nodded and started to strip. Was I being rewarded for wanking over her in the shower? This couldn’t be. It must have been one of her ploys, there’s no way I’d get to see her naked without conditions, especially given the circumstances.

“Strip with me.”

Musing and Wanking. (MFF) (Fantasy) (Disordered thoughts)

Currently, I’m in bed. I’m supposed to be sleeping, but I’m just so fucking horny. It’s been a while since I had any sort of physical human contact. I used to get regular blowjobs from a guy, but he wasn’t in the best frame of mind and I ended up having to put an end to it for both our sanity. Now I just have my left hand for company.

I’ve been flirting with someone else lately and asked her for a blowjob, but she refused because she doesn’t like giving them. I’d settle for a handjob from her.

Actually, what I really want is to go down on a woman. I want to taste her, tease her, make her cum all over my face and then make her cum some more. And more. I want to fuck her and feel her pussy clamp down on me, I want my fingers around her neck and her nails down my back, digging in, causing me pain and pleasure, my fingers making her face pink as I choke her, easing off at just the right moments, my cock pounding into her as my other hand rubs her clit.

A Train Fantasy [M+F] [Oral] [Cum]

Written one horny night, the first erotica I’ve written in a long time. Without further ado:

There’s this fantasy I’ve always had. It’s a bit naughty, so I hope you can handle it. You see, I like women and I like skirts. I really appreciate a woman wearing a skirt, but a specific type of skirt. It has to be knee length, loose but accentuate the curves, hugging them in just the right way. Below the knee skirts also work for me.

I’m on a train. A woman wearing the aforementioned skirt starts talking to me, inane chitchat, nothing serious. The train goes through a tunnel, the only light is a dim glow from the carriage. Our chitchat starts to get sexy, as if the lack of light turned a switch on and got us in the mood.

Before long, I’ve been invited to sit next to the sexy skirt wearing woman. Her hand reaches out to mine and we share a moment of mutual understanding and intimacy.