Bathtub Bad Girl
I was ending my night on a Sultry Sunday, and My Dominant had gotten me these beautiful black bath bombs with mysterious streams of blue in them, for the holidays, and I thought it would be a lovely night to try one out. I kissed him ever so softly before I grabbed my towel, my phone, and headed to the bathroom.
I pulled my stretchy hair tye from my hair bun and let my curly wavy hair fall to my shoulders. It felt so amazing to finally get to a point in my day where I can relax, be alone, I could do whatever I want..
I swirled the knob around until I heard hot water coming from the spout and took a few hits from my vape. As I stared at myself in the mirror I noticed my feminine features. I noticed my 34DD breasts, my hard and perfectly placed nipples right in the middle, and a tiny sweat glow from my under breast area. As I go down my body, I feel right over my pussy to see if I need to shave or not, and realize my pussy is still very bare and smooth and I move my hands to trace the outlines of my hips, and notice the water is almost where I need it to be. I feel the water to make sure it is at the right temperature for me and then I gracefully sit down and gasp as the hot water soaks over my soft skin. I started to feel really hot, sweaty, and… something else. Something else was bothering me. I started to touch my breasts and saw them poke out immediately as I grazed over them. I placed the bath bomb inside the water and watched the water turn into a dark Smokey black with blue hints and the sensation of the bubbles in the water was getting me horny. How could this be? It hasn’t been that long since my man put his cock inside me. Why do I have to be such a cock hungry slut? Ugh. I decided to make a playful game out of my mood, and I snapped a shot of my body in the bath tub, and sent it over to my dominant. I felt my pussy start to pulse as I waited for his response. Ding. There it was in all it’s glory.
“You’d better stop…”
I love the warning texts. The ones where I know I’m going to get pounded & probably punished into oblivion. Fuck. What did I start. Now I can’t stop. I sent him another, this one, still playful, almost a little silly. I want to keep playing this little game I’ve created. He warns me again, “little girl… I said to stop didn’t I?”
I know he wants me to ask. He wants me to get on my knees “like a good girl” and ask him. But for some reason, this seems so much easier and sluttier so I do it…
but not for long,
I knew what was coming. I knew he’d find a way to fuck it into me so I learn my lesson.
After some texting, getting heavier and hotter by the minute, he sends “haha don’t worry. You’re the one that has to come out of there.” and I take a big gulp of my saliva –
Because I know. I know he is right.
I am going to take one step out of this bath and head to our room,
and whatever happens to me after that is in his hands and I know It. I know he is teaching me to be a proper submissive,
and I need to stop being such a dirty improper whore and not asking..
I start to get very very hot. Sweat is dripping down my forehead as I know what is about to happen.
I grab the door, and then the second door to my room right after, to see my dominant waiting on the end of the bed. He looks up at me with an empty glare. The kind of glare that is very hard to determine. I look down at his pants and notice the hard on erupting from his pants. Oops. Did I do that?
He points to the ground and says “position 2.” I didn’t know what to say so “I don’t remember…” fell out of my mouth and he gave me a very very figure it out, you slut, kind of look. I didn’t know if the embarrassment of getting on to the floor would take over my horniness but I did it. I got on all fours and placed my head down, In submission to him, waiting for his play in the game.
He asked me if I knew why I was kneeling for him on the ground like a whore, I said yes…
He said “shouldn’t you ask.. shouldn’t you be polite.”
I start to tear up because I know he is right, I know I could tell him anything, ask him anything, I know this…
He rubs my back for a moment and then he gets up to grab one of our toys. I have my face down and I know I dare not move or try and look. So I stay still and wait. I don’t hear chains. I’m listening openly to try and get a hint of what he may be using to punish and tease me. That’s one of his favorites. After I have teased him long enough he absolutely tortures my pussy until I am asking or, more so, begging for his cock, the way good submissives should.
and… SLAPP! I feel the most intense burning thuddy pain on my ass, the paddle. I know that feeling. But he’s using the hard side. and he hit me hard. I catch my breath, another SLAP!
small rub on my thigh. SLAP! Over, and over, and over, I was slapped and punished with this paddle board for what seemed like hours. Every few minutes he would grab my
pussy and spread it open, so much that it even started to make noise from being spread so much. I couldn’t believe how much of a whore I was treated like. and I knew all of it was true. That I wanted my hole to be spread open. I wanted his cock. I wanted to be his. I knew this. Finally after enduring the full of my punishment, he asks me. Do I deserve this cock, I knew in this moment I should have earned it better so I said “no, sir.” and he asked me if I had learned my lesson. I said “Yes, Master.” I finally felt him spread my pussy open one more time, and immediately shove it full of cock. I open my mouth and lead out a Yelp as I feel his full cock deepening inside me going in and out mercilessly. My hair gets pulled. My back gets arched. My hips get held. Cock goes in, over and over, pushing at all my pussy walls, crying and whining because I’m getting fucked on the floor instead of my bed,
Master likes the floor better because he has more control over my body and the bed is “too soft” so when he is really done with me and my slutty behavior, on the floor we go.
I almost thought he was done when he pulled out, but no, he grabbed the back of my hair and I knew what was coming, he lead my pretty mouth to his cock and I immediately smelt my own scent on him. I tried to just lick the tip, yet my mouth was pushed over the edge until I was sucking on the head or deeper. He fucked my mouth a few minutes until I was slobbering down my chest.
He grabbed my hands and placed me on the bed, on my hands and knees.
He made sure this time when he grasped on to my pussy and pounded me hard…
Category: Erotica
Zac and Maxwell – Sexting [MM][Gay][Age Difference][Sexting][Anal] (2.7k words)
*Author’s note: These are characters from my short story series I have on KDP. Only things you need to know is Zac is in his early thirties and Max is in his early twenties. Max has a cam-show that he does on the side for money.*
*I’ll have a link to the series in the comments. Only three shorts right now, but I have more in the works.*
*Hope you enjoy!*
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“That was a day.” I groan to myself as I fall onto the bed. Rolling onto my back with a long sigh. A night after working on my cam-show side job and I’m exhausted. I have a bottle of water on my nightstand that I reach for and drink. My balls twitching as I purposefully gave myself blue balls on tonight’s show. Its surprising how many people are willing to pay to make you suppress an orgasm.
My phone vibrates on my nightstand. I reach for it and see a message from Zac. I smirk at the message. *Nice show.* It reads with a heart. Its oddly nice to have a friend who enjoys your porn. Makes you feel like its more acceptable to do than some slutty, dirty thing you should be ashamed of. Not that it should be, I’m just making money, but society can be a bitch.
The Pleasure of Business: An Erotic Novel, Chapter 39 (MF) (Bondage) (Voyeur)
A few days pass, and Anna and Bruce enjoy the time with Monique, getting into a rhythm and routine. They wake up, go to work, come home to play, sometimes playing over the lunch hour in hia office.
Monique enjoys having both of them together but will beg for play time with just Anna while Bruce watches. But clearly she needs more than that. They’ve walked in on her multiple times fucking various members the staff. It seems to Anna that the only time she gets alone with Bruce is if Monique is occupied with a gardiner, chef, maid, or other staff.
On the last days of her stay, Monique seems out of sorts, sad almost. Anna wakes up on the last morning. It’s Sunday, so no need to go into the office. She strolls down the hall in her robe and knocks on Monique’s door.
“Yes, come in, whoever is there!” sings the French girl.
Anna giggles and opens the door, seeing Monique lounging in bed.
“Good morning, Miss Anna,” she coos. “Take off the silly robe and get in bed with your friend.”
Choose your own adventure: Your mother, Emily (1/3) CHAPTER 2
Go Read CHAPTER 1 if you haven’t.
I was at work thinking about coming home to Emily. This was my last day until Christmas break so I was just happy to see my family, since I barely see them now. But Emily has really been helping me and keeping me sane.
I got home and my sisters surprised me with a cake and alcohol. Jennifer is a bartender so she supplied us with some stuff that got us real drunk. I barged into Emily’s room wondering what she was doing. And she’s siting there on her laptop working and I say, “When your done come out here and PARTY.” She than giggles and says, “Ok I’m almost done, just don’t drink all the wine.” I stumble out of the room and say, “okey dokey.” She comes out 5 minutes later and screams “LET’S GET FUCKED UP!” Then we just keep drinking and drinking and we all pass out on the couch.
Short Leash [MF] [FF] [Master and Slave] [Sex Toy] [Used] [Gifted] [DP] [Cheating on wife with young woman] [foot worship]
*I did this whilst taking a bath. It is an unedited first draft*
I smile as I see him walk into the club. He wears a dark black pair of skinny jeans and a grey sweat shirt which clings so tightly to his muscular form that you can trace out his V-lines. I bite down onto my lower lip and slowly release it. He stares at me and winks.
“Hey,” Says a man sitting at my bar top, “can I have a Jack and Coke?”
“Definitely.” I say
I pour the Jack and Coke, and hand it to the man.
“Put that on my tab.” He says
“Sure.”
I stand against the mixing counter to join the other bartender, Colleen.
“Adam always seems to drop by when you’re on shift.” She says
“It’s just because I’m always working.” I say
“Mmm-hmm.” She lifts an eyebrow.
“He’s married!”
“He looks like the type to wander.”
“I don’t know, he seems like a really sweet guy.”
“To you maybe,” Colleen rests her head against my shoulder.
“Ouch!”
A Little Christmas Mistake
Each year, after the kids had gone to bed, Steve would sneak into a Santa costume and spread presents throughout the house. It began as a way to one-up his kids after he’d heard them plotting to catch Santa, but it became an annual treat watching them buzz over a glimpse of the big man himself.
He wasn’t about to break a Christmas Eve tradition just because his youngest daughter was eighteen now.
Steve nimbly dodged loose floorboards as he crept from his bedroom to the stairs with nothing but the glow of twinkling Christmas lights to guide him. Once in the kitchen he dutifully bit into the awaiting mince pie and chewed slowly as he eyed the crooked carrot still laid on the plate. Nothing could stop Santa from visiting his house.
“Gotcha,” a voice whispered from behind.
Steve froze, mouth still full, as he heard his youngest daughter’s quiet voice. This was the first time any of his kids had made an effort to actually catch Santa and he couldn’t help but suspect she was trying to spoil the surprise.
Charlotte’s Career Part 1
*This is a follow-up to “Charlotte’s Forfeit”.*
*The “Career” series is going to be made up of stories, describing how Charlotte embraces her new life as a porn star.*
Sunday 08.00 am
Charlotte Fairfield woke up early for her daily morning routine. After taking a shower she began to put on her sports outfit. She had been jogging five days a week since early spring. It kept her gorgeous body in shape and she enjoyed the activity. The looks she got from men while jogging were also quite the confidence boost. It was summer and she had nothing to do. Earlier this year she had graduated from High School and right now she was trying to apply for university. Or at least that’s what she wanted to do.
While she was getting herself ready, she thought about the last few days.
Looking for a story.
I read a story on internet (I can’t remember the site) like 4 years back. It was pretty much my first erotica read. It was titled something like “Encounter of chance” or “Encounter by chance”. The female protagonist’s name was also “Chance” who was some kind of journalist and given the task to do research on bdsm and people practicing it. For that she meets some stranger guy from a fetish site who gives her deep insight on bdsm by making her his sub. …..Well it was something along that line. If anyone could help me find it I’ll be very thankful.
[M4F] There’s Only An Hour Left
This was inspired by a post asking something like “What would you do if you had the one time power to talk to your 15 year old self, with the caveat that you get a minute”. I thought it’s powerful, and the creative part in me, connected it with an erotic version. Here it is!
You see a person who interests you, maybe you are curious about him, or maybe you like him, it doesn’t matter if your affinity towards him is positive or negative, you just have some sort of affinity. When we have an affinity towards something, sometimes it’s b/c we have this innate urge to understand it, not just mentally, but often more than just that.
Lunchtime Stroll Pt.2 [ffm] [public] [mast] [fdom]
Part one found [here.](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/kfpb1l/lunchtime_stroll_pt1_ffm_massage_timid/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)
This story is about an encounter with two gorgeous individuals, Nadia and Alina whom met whilst on my daily work during my lunch hour. In part one I decsribed my first encounter, I had seen them in the park a few times warming up/stretching before starting their daily run then one day I ended up helping Nadia carry Alina home after she injured herself. They insisted I stay so they could repay my kindness by offering me home made cake and a cup of tea. Somehow I ended up massaging Alina to ease her pain then Nadia. I found this very awkward being a timid and shy person. You could imagine why having a hot girl lying in her panties right in front of you would make you a aroused. I tried as best I could to ignore the hot scenes in front of me and hide my arousal from the girls who seemed pretty relaxed. However combined with Nadia’s fidgeting, my cock was getting harder and I was in danger of blowing my load. I couldn’t imagine the shame and embarrassment if found my hard cock or blowing my load. I had no choice but to quickly make up an excuse then get out of their fast.