After I ate Gigi out and fucked her that morning, we both got ready, packed our bags, and then Gigi and I walked to the train station together. The train was crowded for Thanksgiving, but we managed to get two seats next to each other. It was cold on the train and we snuggled up under my coat, like a blanket. Gigi wanted the window seat, so she could look out the window. I was snuggled up close to her, so we were looking out the window with our faces close together and chatting about the scenery, as it went by. She had her hair up, in a pony tail and I kept noticing her nice, soft neck right there near my face, and her cheek.
Category: Erotica
(BDSM) Different take on a Dominant/Submissive relationship…
For what I saw I’ll whisper all
From the darkness my witness bore
The world between Master and Slave
It was his stance to her subtle gaze
At first perplexed myself undone
To calculate for who had won?
It was his role to make her kneel
It was her duty to abide his cruel
Something amiss and something more
I had misunderstood for what I saw…
She had fallen in love with him
His unbecoming, dominant flair
As they grew I watched and listened
He would use her, abused submission
She would always give in to him
Genuine and smiling
He did not expect to feel this way
The day to come, that day today
Here he was standing tall
Scantily clad, his chest she swore
Here she looked up from the floor
Waiting his intended claw
Surprise came struck and beseeched his slave
She saw something different in his gaze…
He knelt down and held her chin
A Fantasy Fulfilled – Part IV; Her Training Begins – [OC][Fiction][18+][MF][Str8][BDSM][MDom][Fsub][Masturbation]
###[A Fantasy Fulfilled – Part I](https://www.reddit.com/user/Wolf_in_Me/comments/11t1hq5/a_fantasy_fulfilled_part_i_fiction18mf/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)
###[A Fantasy Fulfilled – Part II](https://www.reddit.com/user/Wolf_in_Me/comments/11xdtx1/a_fantasy_fulfilled_part_ii/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)
###[A Fantasy Fulfilled – Part III](https://www.reddit.com/user/Wolf_in_Me/comments/127jnwv/a_fantasy_fulfilled_part_iii_convincing_her/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)
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Luke sat at his desk with coffee in hand as he opened his laptop to review the final signed contract from Lana and Rick. It had only taken a week of revisions and negotiating the terms to reach this point, much less time than Luke had anticipated. It felt like an eternity since he had last seen Lana and Rick together, but he had been busy with work during the week and spent all of yesterday at the park.
Now that he had read the document several times, he was satisfied with the result and felt confident they could move forward with Lana’s training. While Luke has never taken a married submissive into his service, he has years of experience training a new submissive. It was something he enjoyed doing. He had even helped several couples in a D/s dynamic, giving them guidance in the world of BDSM. He loved helping others achieve what they desired. It was why he was doing this in the first place, after all.
Falling Hard for a Farmer’s Daughter [MF][18+][Long and Slow][Kinda Sweet][First Time]
Hello! This is a reply to a DWP post that I spotted and thought I’d make a run at instead of working yesterday. I had a ton of fun with this, but ended up running over Reddit’s character count. I’d break it up into two chapters, but the first passage isn’t overly dirty (with the notable exception of some hand holding).
If you just want the erotic portion of this erotic literature, skip ahead [here](https://old.reddit.com/user/ThePenningPlace/comments/12psh94/falling_hard_for_a_farmers_daughter_pt_2/)
All characters depicted are over 18.
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I kicked the last box into the middle of the empty living room and cast a tired eye around the place. Moving was a pain in the ass at the best of times, but having to move *here* made it hurt just a little bit more; the backwater hick town felt like a significant downgrade from Chicago, but there was work to be had so I’d just need to get over it.
Two firm handshakes and a few slaps on the back to wish me luck, with some hollow promises to come visit thrown in for good measure, and the friends who’d come along for the ride were off again, bound for home. I was well and truly alone. I got to unpacking.
How I start being “addicted” in cumming on girls
Hello, I’m [M35] addicted on sexting, BJ, and stories/memories that end up with a lot of my cum around my girls over the past and now.
All started with my very first GF [FM22] back then, she was obsessed with blowjobs, with her very “attacking” method no wonder why I was able to fill her throat really quick. After a lot of swallows over the first month, she understood that my fat cock got used to her throat and her method and every time she needed a bit more time to make me cum. After that month with lot of sex she became obsessed with my cum also. Her favourite was to bang everything I had directly into her mouth, feeling my pulses and swallowing every drip of cum. Although she was casually get it down immediately, she didn’t like to shallow it if not directly from me cock. So whenever I cum to her big tits, or her belly or her clit or to her open butthole, she didn’t like to lick them and clean the mess. But I was ok, it was her choice and her feelings.
I want to be your girlfriend. . .
Everything happened so fast.
We met on Tinder, went on a few dates. Each date kept me smiling and laughing the whole time… we had been chatting and texting, daily. It seemed so easy and seamless…. Not worrying who should text first, who should make the first move, no games or playing hard to get. After the 3rd date, we walked passed a fountain and we both threw in a coin and made a wish. My wish was to marry this man. How did I know this after so soon? Not really sure to be honest.
He came over last weekend and one thing led to another and we had sex. It was intimate sweet and I actually climaxed which usually take a while for me to do , ( several Attempts at sex before I can orgasm)
We woke up the next morning, and I just blurted out… “I want to be your girlfriend”
And he said, let’s do this properly… “Do you want to me my girlfriend?!”
And I said “yes! Are you sure ?!”
He said “100 percent”
And just like that, I think I met my future husband.
Making out with my gf at a pub, whilst another couple is at it.
It’s a Friday evening, me and Riya are making plans on WhatsApp, she wants to go clubbing at high spirits or daily’s.
I hate such places, and ask her to change the plans.
Riya: let’s chill like normal people for one day man, my friends are also coming!
Me: neah man! They bore me! You go ahead, I will see you at home!
Riya: shut the fuck up and come with us.
I am not listening to your excuses.
Me: arey yaar, Ri you really want me there?
Riya: do I have to ask again?
Me: you meanass I am coming.
Riya: that’s like my boy.
Me: I will come on one condition, you gotta wear a summer dress, and no underwear!
Riya: you dog!! I am not doing that!
Me: then I am not coming.
Riya: arrgghh!! Okay!!
Me: that’s like my girl.
I reach the club, I call them to know where they are actually.
Riya: hey!!!
Me: hii yaar, where are you guys?
Riya: I see you, give me a minute.
Within 30 seconds, I see her walking down towards me, it’s like a slomo video, everything’s still, and she’s walking towards me in her tight little yellow dress!
I couldn’t help but ogle at her like an idiot.
The Dead Dog Party / My Number One Fan [M52, F]
Ahh… the dead dog party. It’s what happens at a convention on Sunday, after almost everyone has left. Those of us who stay over until Monday to leave get together. Usually, I’m hanging out with other writers, comparing notes, potentially working on future collaborations, but I was done. I was about to head up to my room and I saw a lovely looking woman sitting at the bar, alone.
I’m not really the kind to approach people. As shocking as it may seem, I don’t do well with people. But I was curious, so I leaned back in my chair and watched as some guy walked over and sat down beside her. I’d seen him around the con floor hitting on everything with a pair of tits, with horrible results. I almost felt sorry for him, and mentally wished him luck.
I tuned out the other people at my table and focused in.
“Hey babe, you look lonely,” he said.
I grimaced. Babe? He was already losing.
“I’m fine,” she said with a polite smile.
She’s trying to let him off easy. That’s nice of her.
“Aw, come on. I’ve got a suite upstairs.”
Mother in law takes control part 28 [F58] [M27] [sissy] [chastity] [humiliation] [tease] [feminization]
Alice was having the time of her life with Billy. Months of training and she could see how much he drooled for his mother in law. Putty in her hands. She loves to tease him while she reads a book. A foot in his crotch, a bare leg through the robe showing, maybe she lets it fall open a little more showing some cleavage.
She had been unlocking him every morning and evening for some playtime. Of course it had to be humiliating in some way. Sometimes he’s tied to his high chair while she teased him, others it was just one finger running up and down his short shaft while he did his makeup. The diapers were pulled out a few times to make it nearly impossible for him not to cry as she rubbed him through the crinkly material.
One of her favorite rituals was allowing him to be in the room while she changed. Of course she has her bra and slip on before he comes in. He watches her out her makeup on and choose an outfit or maybe watch as she talks to a friend on the phone. One day she told him not to touch her and she called a friend on the phone while she sat in his lap, breasts in front of his face making him grind her lap.
Taking the bride for a spin – Part 1 [noncon][m30][f30][slowburn]
The evening of idiotic wedding customs continued. First was the terribly awkward speeches. Then shitty sway dancing with parents. Cutting the god awful cake. Throwing half dead flowers to a group of desperately unattractive women. And now, throwing bird seed or some other stupid shit at them as they left. At least that officially signaled the end of the evening. Hell, I don’t even know why I went. In another life, I dated Sarah – the bride – and I think she invited me out of nothing more than “I doubt he’ll come” politeness. But here I am.
I was actually one of the first to RSVP, as was evident by my hotel reservation. They reserved a block of 20 or so at some swanky hotel downtown. Doing my best to avoid her family – especially given our history – I opted to reserve my room outside of the block. And since I was in a good mood, I even reserved the Executive Suite, which seemed to be the highest tier available outside of the Newlywed Suite, which was unsurprisingly reserved.