Almost a sugarbaby [MF]

Hailey was a naive girl. She was cute but not exactly sexy, thin body and a pretty face but she didn’t carry herself in a way most men would call sexy, nevertheless, she always haf the attention of boys and she always thought she had them under control. So, after a couple of years of being a college girl, sometime after her 20th birthday, she decided she was going to get a sugardaddy. She believed she could find a rich man online willing to just buy her stuff because she was pretty and to keep it like that for a while. She hoped that at most, she’d have to send him a picture of her tits without her face every once in a while.

Today, five months after that great idea, and four days since she was left alone in a crappy motel room. Disappointed. Humiliated. Used. Still laying naked on the bed, cum dripping off her, sweat drying on her skin. Today she remembered him and she hated that she kinda liked him that night. She hated that she enjoyed the sex, that she was so foolish. She hated that she expected more and didn’t get it. She hated that he didn’t care enough to take her back home.

The Client Call (Mdom / Fsub, Forced Exhibitionism)

I stand in the doorway of your small home office, just watching you at your desk. You don’t see me yet. You are leaning back in your leather office chair as you talk with one of your most important, new clients on the phone. He’s briefing you on a new project. I’m impressed by how you manage him. From everything you’ve told me, he is “a lot” and can drive you a bit crazy sometimes. You’d never know it from the confident way I hear you speak to him. But then, you’ve always been like that. In control. In command. The ironic thing is that it is exactly this buttoned-up, all business persona of yours that makes me want to find the cracks. To see what I can do to make you lose your cool. To lose your composure.

I feel like making trouble today. I’m also desperate to get my hands and mouth on you. Who knows how long this call will last? I definitely don’t feel like waiting so I slip quietly behind you and start to massage your shoulders. I can feel the tension as I squeeze and dig my fingers into your tight muscles. You turn your head side-to-side as I rub. The second time you tilt your head I bring my lips down to your neck and plant soft kisses from your collar bone, up your throat and around to your ear.

That blue haired girl… (bondage, MF, 69, choking)

I couldn’t stop staring at you. Maybe it was your bright blue hair, or your hazel eyes that always seemed to be looking at me as well. It could have been the denim jeans that barely covered your ass or the piercing in your lip. No matter what the cause was, I finally worked up the nerve to sit at the same table as you in the small coffee shop and find out what was so enticing about you.

You were very friendly, chatting happily with me for almost an hour before you suggested we go out to dinner. I was taken aback but agreed eagerly. I had been thinking of how to ask to spend time with you and you did it for me. You just needed to go home and change, a process you invited me to join along with.

Now in your apartment and sitting in your living room, I hear the shower turn on down the hall, but never heard a door close. I wait a few minutes and can hear the water splashing as you wash yourself.
I resist the urge but curiosity gets the best of me. I quietly walk into your open bedroom and see the bathroom door open. Peeking around the corner I can see your silhouette in the fogged glass door of the shower.

C̶o̶n̶t̶r̶o̶l̶ Freak. [Mf] [cuckold] [masturbate]

So, I write pretty often, in a much different genre, and I am interested in starting to write erotica. I feel this is too light, but I wanted to post it here. This would act as a forward for a dominance, and/or cuckold compendium. I apologize for any spelling errors as I kind of have to work in secret, thanks.

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The first thing you should know about my wife, let’s call her Brenda. is that she is in control of everything. She runs her own business without an assistant, manages our family, and always keeps everything from crashing down around us. I have begged her to get an assistant to try and take care of a few things, but she won’t have it, she would rather be exhausted than to lose control. So, you would imagine by disbelief at just how much she lost control while she was folded under a man twice my size, taking deep relentless strokes. Turns out, she was always nine and half inches away from letting go.

Away with the Faeries [FF][Fantasy]

After he’s finished she slips away from him. Nightgown. Bare feet. Down the stairs, skipping the third from the last that creaks like a bone about to break. Sian pauses at the kitchen door and listens to his snoring reverberating through from the floor above. She isn’t worried. He never wakes. After coming, Albert sleeps like he’s already dead.

Out she goes into the garden. The patio and the grass and the stepped flowerbeds shine in the moonlight, everything edged silver-white. A full moon today, hanging over the house like a Christmas ornament.

She stops at the outside tap. Cold, cold water. She rinses her hands. Peels up her nightdress and splashes it (gasping) onto her belly. Feels the dried come that Albert left there become slick and liquid, slippery. She rinses it away and flicks the wet from her fingers before setting off across the lawn.

They’re waiting for her. Silvery, soft voices burble with excitement as she pads across the dew-damp grass. Three of them today. Tiny, glowing bodies. She’ll never get used to seeing them, she thinks. So small and so perfectly formed – each one no taller than her forearm is long, but so complete and precise. And those wings…

Custom Erotica

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Stood Up…Again

She couldn’t believe that it happened again. All the waxing, crimping, primping and preening, all for nothing. Stood up. What was the problem with men these days. They had been chatting for a couple of weeks. The conversations were great. And really hot. She thought they would be a pretty great match. That was the problem with online dating, it could build your confidence way up only to dash you to pieces.
Well she wasn’t going to let that ruin her evening, if this guy wasn’t interested then she could still enjoy a night out on her own. Sitting there in her booth in the lounge, soft jazz playing in the background, dimly lit, feeling the warmth of the wine she was sipping spread throughout her body, she remembered why she had planned to meet here. The environment was sensual, it was foreplay for the soul.
The waitress topped her wine up and she could see the appreciation for her state, the slight pity of being stood up.
Fuck This! She thought. I’m not a victim, I’m in control of my own destiny. The wine was taking effect in more ways than one apparently.
That’s when she heard his laugh. Not the douchebag she was supposed to be there to meet, but a deep, throaty masculine laugh that made her feel a little weak. Looking around the lounge for the source she spied him at a booth with a few other people, men and women. All were well dressed, possibly a Business Meeting or something like that. His strong jawline and easy smile captured her attention, as well as her imagination. She wasn’t so drunk as to have enough confidence to go introduce herself…what would she do?
Then she could hear him giving out his phone number. One of his business clients was typing it into her phone, screwed it up so he had to repeat it, slowly until she got it right. Frantically our girl scrambled to input the digits into her own cell.
What on earth am I going to do with this information? She asked herself
The wine didn’t wait for her to answer that question. She was already sending a text. Well an emoji to be exact. All she sent was…
😉
Now to wait…..
It didn’t take long for a response. All that came back was…
????
Watching the expression on his face she could tell he was confused. He kept looking from his phone to the lady he had just given his number to. The fact the she was engrossed in conversation to one of the other men at the table led him to finally come to the conclusion that this winky emoji hadn’t come from her. But who? It was an unknown number and he didn’t give his number out very often.
“Who is this?” he asked
She was thoroughly enjoying this, toying with this stranger, even if it was innocent…so far.
“Just an admirer” was her reply to his query.
At that he looked up from his phone, casting a steely gaze around the lounge. What were the odds that this person would be in the room but he just could sense that he was being watched now.
As he cast his eyes toward her direction she instinctively ducked. Not a hugely sexy move, but she wasn’t anywhere confident enough to be found out yet. He continued to look around the lounge, not noticing her yet. She took another sip of her wine feeling the rich warm courage it provided her give her the confidence to write again.
“I like the way you fill that suit out” she typed.
OMG that’s so cheesy she thought, there’s no way I’m going to be able to keep his attention for long if my repertoire of flirty conversation continues to consist of THAT kind of drivel, she thought to herself.
But it DID elicit a response….
“Thank you, I don’t know who this is but I do always appreciate an admirer, I would be happy to return the compliment if I knew who you were or at least what you were wearing” he said.
Before she had a chance to think it through she took a picture of her cleavage, her ample, firm breasts pushing up against her black lacy bra she wore under her black dress. And clicked send.
“Damn!” she thought….”now he’s going to know that I’m wearing black”. Looking around she realized that black dresses were not that uncommon here and in her present location she thought she was pretty well out of his sight anyway.
His reaction was perfect. His eyes popped open in surprise and his head immediately snapped up and he eagerly started scanning the room to try and identify the sender of this photo. Every woman in the room with a black dress on would capture his attention as he tried to determine if it may be his secret admirer. He never did see her. There was a woman wearing black sitting between where he was and her location and this distracted him from seeing her.
“Do you like what you see?” she messaged next.
“I absolutely DO” was the immediate answer.
She took her phone in hand, reaching under the table and hit record as she filmed her long slender legs, from ankle to knees, up her thigh and sliding her dress up ever so slightly and then hit send.
She wasn’t playing all her cards yet, this was way too much fun.
She saw him open the message. He was visibly uncomfortable now. He was struggling to sit upright in his chair. This conversation was totally getting to him and that video was having a better reaction than she had even intended. He was still trying to maintain his cool as he WAS still in a business meeting. Nobody seemed to notice that his attention had been diverted elsewhere but it was a struggle to remain in the moment.
“OMG I want more than just a glimpse” he wrote
She looked around the lounge, saw that nobody was watching her, put the phone under the table and filmed herself removing her sexy little lacy thong. You couldn’t really see much in the video other than the panties coming off. She sent that and then followed it up with a photo of the underwear sitting on the bench next to her.
She loved how it felt. She squirmed in her seat a little so she could feel the bare leather of the seat next to her skin. That may have been a mistake she suddenly realized as she noticed for the first time just how aroused she was. The seat was quickly changing from damp to soaked.
She reached between her thighs for a quick check, that lingered. Gentle stroking turned into a slight probing. The wine was dulling some senses while amplifying others. She had always enjoyed the silky softness of her labia, especially as they moistened, but they were truly exquisite tonight. She hadn’t even realized her eyes had been closed until she realized there was movement nearby. Upon opening them she saw that sitting across the booth from her was her stranger, smiling, waiting for her to acknowledge him.
Before she could even register embarrassment he was standing, taking her by the hand and leading her down a hallway at the back of the restaurant. She was fully in control of her faculties but felt a light headed euphoria from the heady eroticism of the evening. They went into a storeroom, closing the door behind them. He turned on her and held her face in his hands. Kissing strongly, deeply. Their lips fought each other for control of the moment. An epic wrestling for control of an uncontrollable situation. Tongues probing, a frantic desperation to explore every area before moving on. And move on he did. His hands tearing at her black lacy bra, removing it effortlessly, hanging from one of her shoulders.
Kissing her neck, sucking on her earlobe. Down to her collarbone and then the other side.
His mouth wrapped itself around one breast, lips engulfing the nipple. Flicking it with the tip of his tongue, sucking, gently biting. The gasps escaped from her lips as the ecstasy grew.
He knelt down in front of her as an obedient servant might worship an ancient goddess. Taking her hips in his firm grip he turned her around so she was facing the wall. Pulling her hips back toward him she could feel his mouth on her ass. His beard brushing across her cheeks. He spread her as his tongue fount her glistening wet lips. Flicking them over and over. Separating them as it explores her clit. As she feels the pressure against her love button she cant help but arch her back, forcing herself against him harder, her body almost begging for more.
He inserted his thumb ito her pussy, feeling the heat and moisture growing as it slid in deeper. With his thumb inside, probing, he allowed his middle and ring fingers to stimulate her clit some more. She bit down hard onto her forearm to stifle the moan that erupted as she gushed hot fluid all over his arm. His movements slowed as her convulsions slowed.
As she was just starting to catch her breath she could feel him standing behind her now. Unzipping his pants and grabbing onto her wrists she felt his hard, throbbing cock sliding into her. It seemed as though it would never end.
Slowly…
In…
And out.
Long deep thrusts that seemed to hit every nerve inside her body. She thought she was done but it seemed to just reawaken a beast inside her. She pushed herself hard against him, his every thrust being met and returned with an equal urgency of her own.
He turned her around, looking deeply into her eyes as he re-entered her.
Kissing, biting, sucking. The activity became insane as the thrusts became harder and deeper. Each of them truing to discover everything they could about each other through every movement of their bodies.
They both erupted at the same time. Her tightening around his cock in strong, continuous contractions, milking his orgasm into her.
The stared into each others eyes as they came together, intensifying the pleasure, the mood and the connection.
This was a far better evening than she had originally planned for.

An Indian Relationship opening up – Part 1

Priya and I had been dating for about three months. Since we met on Tinder, both of us entered the relationship without much expectations. We had both recently came out of a long-term relationships and were just looking for casual fun. This translated to the relationship turning sexual from the very beginning. Luckily for us, we did get along well outside the bedroom too. So we were in a place where we felt exclusive and committed to each other. Our sex life was great, and she allowed (and enjoyed) almost everything that a man and woman can do to each other. But alas, I was looking for a lot more.

During my previous relationship, I realized that I would never be satisfied with a single woman. Her name was purnima, and she was the most beautiful woman I have been with (including Priya). I was sure that all our male friend and colleagues fantasized about her sexually. Her body was breath taking. Even though she dressed conservatively, I bet she caused hard-ons wherever she went. She was very kinky in the bedroom, and we had a lot of steamy sex sessions. But unfortunately, she was a stickler for monogamy. She did not even like the idea of me fantasizing about other women or watching porn. An open relationship with her was out of question. This was one of the reasons, we broke up. I realized that most Indian women are conservative and it is extremely unlikely that I will find someone that will humor me. I decided at least for the time being to satisfy myself by just not being in long term relationships. 

Drunk girl who needed a ride (M/F, feet, oral, creampie, premature cumming)

Waking me up at 2 in the morning to drive you home bar was a pain in the ass, but I’d rather get out of bed than you be in danger. I don’t talk much on the way to your place, but you’re so drunk you practically can’t shut up. Your words are slurred and you’re not making perfect sense, just telling me about how your night went and some bitch named Jessica.

We pull up to your place and you ask for help getting inside; you don’t want to fall up the stairs. Yeah yeah, ok, whatever. I practically carry you to your room and sit on the side of your bed before asking if you’re good for me to leave you. You tell me you’re fine but as I go to leave you grab my hand and ask me to stay.

The Tease [MF][Fem-Dom][Denial]

I woke up to the sensation of Lydia’s lips and tongue on my shaft. Her warm, naked body tangled up on one of my legs. The sunlight filled the room and emblazoned every detail of the incredible scene before me. She gently pressed her soft plump lips to the smooth skin of my shaft. Her nimble tongue felt its way around my corona. She pressed her lips to the underside of my shaft and applied a gentle suction, caressing my frenulum between her lips with her tongue. She slid her mouth down the underside of my now throbbed member to the base and continued kissing. As she worked, I took in the sight of my shaft running along the side of her nose, and resting on her forehead. As she moved, I could feel her hair against my glans.

When she looked up and we made eye contact, she started to speak. “Oh. Did I wake you?” she said, looking at me from the other side of my engorged manhood, her lips close enough to touch the smooth skin of my circumcision scar. “You have a big day today.”

“Why is that?”