Bar Three [MF, FM]

We walk through the bar, to the banquet room at the back. The sign says “private event,” with no other description. They couldn’t, really. The regular bar patrons would stare or leave or complain. She looks at me, I nod, and she opens the door. There is a wall of curtains. They don’t want anyone casually looking in. We navigate around the curtains, and as we enter the big room, half the room turns to survey us, head to toe. We are the new meat.

Nine years in, but we both found our seven-year-itch. There are too many symptoms, some shallow, some deep. Emotional needs, evolving sexual desires, and even a bit of arrogance on both our parts, that maybe we each could have done better.

She had a lower sex drive years before, but turning forty had put her into overdrive. She lost weight, toned up her legs and ass and abs, and treated herself to “tasteful” implants. She chose a “full C,” quite a change from the barely there A-cups that I lamely call her A-pluses for almost a decade. She still has the mousy hair and eyeglasses, a librarian from the neck up, a porn-ready body from the neck down.

Had a long, long sex fantasy/dream last night and decided to turn it into a story [mf]

We hit a bump and my brain rattled in my skull. It was never smooth riding on the potholed road leading out of my village, but at least I could usually avoid them on the two agile wheels of my bicycle. The only small comfort here was the seatbelt securely strapped from right shoulder to left hip, from left hip to right hip. The driver had done it for me, slipping metal into metal with a satisfying click.

I pressed my forehead against the window and watched the last few homes of my village slip away, my breath fogging up the glass until even the countryside disappeared in a haze of white. I sank back into my seat and closed my eyes, letting the jostling of the road rock me to sleep.

I woke up to a kind of quiet I had never heard before. There was nighttime quiet, but that was filled with the relentless buzzing of bugs in the summer, the crackling of the wood stove in the winter, and the constant snores and shufflings of my family all year round. There was church quiet, but that lasted for only seconds at a time before it was interrupted by someone’s cough or the organist beginning a new song.

I Love My Hott Ass Wife!!

*Not gonna post a pic cuz I figure there’s already enough dicks around here.*

I just got out of the shower where I shaved everything bald again. I walked out on our 3rd story apartment balcony nude to air dry for a moment. Just as I did my wife ran over an locked the door. Several people have already seen the display as I saw them look away quick & say “Oh My God!”. People are getting home from work & it’s starting to get mighty crowded. She is just laughing & taking pictures. Just now as I was trying to hide in the corner as a family walked by she opened the door & quickly set one of her butt plugs and a pair of panties out, quickly locking the door behind her. She just informed me than I could come back inside only once I put the butt plug in my ass as she videos it & then model the pink lacy panties for her. My heart is racing & my cock throbbing. I love how kinky my baby is.

Embers of Lust [Supernatural]

Here’s one I wrote back in 2011.

He stared into the fire once again. The lonely man who wants an escape. Looking to see if he can spot her once more. The fire lady, the beautiful figure who danced in the flames.

This mans name is Jake, he used to be somebody, a long since forgotten politician, but now he has lost everything except his house and his fire. The cheery fire was his only consolation for his failures.

Staring desperately into the depths of the embers he saw her for the first time. A hauntingly beautiful creature who moved like an angel. Jake felt a deep longing in his heart as his eyes passed over her slim, toned and oiled body. While he felt a deep sense of want, he was also hesitant. While she was human in figure her details where alien. Her hair was made of pure fire and her skin was shades of orange and red. Red eyes burned brightly like little fires in itself. She brought her hands above her and swung her hips slowly, dancing to some unknown rhythm, her supple breasts bouncing whenever she moved.

Bar Two [FM]

Strip clubs are seedy dives, places where the stage is behind the bar, the customers are only allowed to look, and everyone seems a bit sad. My buddy Dave is a stripper connoisseur, and he drags me along once in a while. I don’t have extra spending money, and I’m not enthused to pay too much for my drinks. Particularly in a bar where the women are off limits. It all feels like a tease, harder to get drunk, and impossible to get laid.

We are just out of college, on one of the ill-advised road trips that will turn into stories decades later. Dave has a strip club stop all planned out. I’m not excited, and angry Mike, the other guy on this trip, wants no part of it. Mike and Dave argue, it gets heated, and Mike stays in the hotel bar while Dave takes me on “an adventure.”

Our road trip has taken us out of state, and the clubs are different than Dave’s usual dens of syphilis and depression. The girls here are scorching hot, and they dance right in front of you. They drape a leg over your shoulder while you slip a bill in their garter or their waistband, and the over-muscled bouncer doesn’t bat an eye.

Bar One [MF]

I’m at a bar, just past midnight, nowhere near closing time. It’s a crowded bar, with a dance floor and a sing-along classic rock vibe. I’m 30 years old, confident, professional, dressed well, presenting well. I’m feeling good about picking up someone tonight.

A pretty brunette girl with piercing blue eyes is chatting me up. She’s wearing a sundress and heels, and has curly hair. I’m alone at the bar, my buddy is flirting with a girl across the room. The bar is full, not crowded, and this sundress girl talking to me is very handsy. Touching my arms, my shoulders, brushing up on me as we chat.

She’s had a couple drinks, and she’s chosen her target. I’m the lucky guy. She’s a couple years older, maybe 33, but very fit. The sundress leaves nothing to the imagination. She’s not wearing a bra, and barely needs to, perhaps a B cup, tops. But she can move, and she’s into me. I feel really good about my chances of getting this girl to bed.

M/F DDLG – Sorry if there are any mistakes, this is my first piece of erotica

There was a knock at the door and Sasha hastened to answer it. On the other side was Rob. She’d been expecting him so she had her collar on and the lead was in his hand. He attached it and then she dropped to her knees, ready. Rob made his way inside and closed the door behind him, not caring if someone saw Sasha whilst he did so.

Once behind closed doors, he pulled her up by the lead and caught her lips in a passionate kiss which only ended when she nipped his lip gently.

“Sorry, Daddy.” Sasha giggled, not really meaning it. She was going to get what she wanted. Rob pulled her to her feet and then rather unceremoniously bent her over the back of the couch.

“Count.” he instructed before landing a firm slap on her ass. She squealed loudly and he tugged on the lead. She didn’t need any more prompting.

“One.” she said, a slight waver in a voice. Four more slaps reigned down and her voice got a little quieter each time.

“Now what do you say?” Rob asked, his voice firm.

Poker Night – Part 1 [Mf] [MMf] [Step Incest] [Humiliation]

I’m not sure what was worse, parading around in a degrading maid’s outfit for these disgusting men or the shame of my arousal at it. My step-daddy had really gone too far this time, was I nothing more to him than a pretty object to show off to his boys?

Every time I bent over to put a drink on the table my skirt would ride up and expose my panties. They didn’t even try to hide their glances, all five of them blatantly stared at my ass while I served them. I was so embarrassed, I didn’t know what to do.

As they drank they grew bolder. A clumsy hand brushing up against ass because fingers harshly pinching my ass cheeks and eventually an open palm overtly spanking me at the table. I started to panic. I didn’t want to upset daddy but these men were molesting me! I looked at daddy, to see if he knew what they were doing. He saw them groping her but didn’t stop them.

Jasmine yelped as one of the men pinned her against the table with his forearm. Helpless, with her tits pressed against the table and her ass sticking up in the air, she started to cry.

Want to Play? [MF] [Humiliation]

I’ll move up behind you, wrap one piece of rope below your breasts and another above. As I pull them tight and pull your supple body close to mine, I’ll lean in next to your ears and whisper, “Want to play?”

As your shudder betrays your desire I’ll hold your neck in my arms, feeling your pulse and every breath. You’re afraid. I can smell it on you. Does the thought of what I might do to you make you wet? I’ll lick you all the way from your neck up to your forehead, tasting you. I’ll nibble your ear and sink my teeth into your neck, so you don’t forget that you’re mine to violate.

Spinning you around to face me, I’ll push three fingers down your throat, while my other hand presses down on your nipples through your silk robe. I’ll push my knee up in between the moistness in your thighs. You want me to destroy you, don’t you?

Last Resort [MF] [S&M] [Humiliation, Training]

“Ms. Glenna.. What brings you here of all places this evening?” You say, sitting ominously in your chair.

“They say you’re the best at what you do,” I plead, “Please. I’ve tried everything else. You are my last resort. They say your methods are.. unorthodox. But they work. You have to help me.”

“You do understand what will be required of you, in agreeing to this?” You ask.

“Yes. I’ll do anything. Anything you ask,” I repeat, my voice quivering with unease.

You stand up slowly and begin to unbuckle your belt walking towards me. I see your face now as it enters the threshold of the spotlight. It is stern. Rife with experience.

“We will see.” You say finally, “The success of my procedure depends on your ability to follow my instructions. To a tee. Do you understand?”

I nod, as a bead of nervous sweat rolls down by cheek. You approach me, gently putting the palm of your hand by the side of my face. It is warm. Kind. Unlike your eyes which stare down at me cold and without emotion. I wonder, how do you see me? As some kind of ugly cow who can’t control her impulses? I yearn for your approval even though I know its silly. I’ve just met you.