While he watches [D/s][Masturbation]

I take my time tying the straps of the tiny blue panties around my hips, making sure they come together in a perfect, symmetrical bow on each side. A matching bra, royal blue with lace accents, and thin white collar complete the look. You’ve been so busy with school and work this past week that we’ve barely had time to talk, much less play. I intend to change that. 

I stop by the kitchen and throw some chips into a bowl for you as an excuse for interrupting, even though I know you’ll see right through it. Walking into the living room I come to a stop in front of you, holding the bowl out with both hands. Your eyes stayed glued to your computer screen.

“Umm, sir? I brought you a snack.” 

You look up at me and a range of emotions flit across your face; surprise makes way for lust, which flicks briefly into annoyance, only to be devoured by lust yet again. You finally settle on amused appreciation. 

“Oh really?” I nod, holding out the bowl for you, which you take from my hands and set aside. “No ulterior motives?” 

Personal Awakening [Mf] [insecurity] [sex therapy] [blowjob] [straight sex]

I was ashamed of my body. I was ashamed of sexual desires and wants. There was so much anxiety around exposing myself to someone else, even someone I loved. After a string of failed relationships I decided to seek out help. My last boyfriend had given me the name of a psychotherapist who specializes in intimacy trouble. I was, in all honesty, terrified of talking to this man about my hang ups with sex, sexual acts, nudity and even just kissing.

I didn’t feel as though I was asexual, I wanted sex, I enjoyed the thought of it. I just became horribly panicked if it looked like things were heading that way. It was uncomfortable to say the least. My last boyfriend had tried to help. He tried to be understanding about it, but he just got sick of the insecurities and hangups I had around sex. He wanted more and I was unwilling to seek treatment for the anxiety because it was ’embarrassing.’

Fucking you and your drunk friend, part 2 [M/F/F, lesbian, blowjob, pussyjob, you get the idea, just read it,]

“How big is your shower?” We hear Chelsea ask. I grab you a towel to wipe the mess I dumped into you up with before I answer.

“Big enough,” I respond, understanding the implication. She gets off of the bed onto shaky legs and brushes her fingers across my chest as she makes her way into the bathroom. She turns the lights on and we her approve of the situation. I help you sit up and kiss you passionately. You wrap your arms around my shoulders and I hold you for a moment before leading you into the bathroom behind Chelsea who’s already turned the shower head on.

“It’s her turn to fuck me,” she states as she takes your hand and pulls you into the other side of the glass wall and into our tiled shower area. “I’d imagine you’ll hurt less than him.” She jokes with you before kissing you. You both go under the stream of water and let the sweat get washed down your shining bodies. Your hair goes from a sex induced mess to straight and sticking to your back. You push Chelsea towards the bench that runs the length of the back wall and sit her on it. You sit next to her and turn so that you can both intertwine your legs, leaning back to scissor with each other.

Forced breeding

They were in a hotel room in Australia. He tied her wrists together over her head and hoisted her up onto a hook that was hanging from the ceiling. She was naked and on her tippy toes. She had no idea what was in stock for her, or what he had planned. According to the schedule he had on her, she should be ovulating right about now.

She had always been strictly against having any children and religiously devoted to her birth control, but he wanted her impregnated just to teach her a lesson.

She was facing the hotel room door, stripped naked and almost hanging from the ceiling. He slapped her ass and ordered her to open her mouth, she obeyed like an excited little bitch and he popped the ball gag into her mouth. He whispered dirty little things in her ear and rubbed a generous amount of lube up her ass and onto his cock. He grabbed her legs from behind her knees, and pushed them all the way up to her tits, suspending her from the ceiling and spreading her wide open towards the hotel room door. He slid his cock up her tight little ass, slow and steady, until she had taken every single inch he could give her. He shouted at the door “You can come in now!”.

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Helene’s poker night [Part 1]

It was at a house party somewhere out in the boondocks. Helene didn’t really know whose house it was, but her friends had assured her that it would be a kickass party so she joined them there anyways. After having a few drinks and spending an hour and a half chatting it up with her friends she decided to mingle a little bit and explore the house. It was a very large house on a massive property “That’s the benefit of living way out here, I guess” she told herself.

As she was wandering through the house she stumbled into a room where there was an ongoing poker game, they were playing Texas Hold’em. Helene had had a few drinks and she was feeling a little cocky, so she asked if she could join in on the next round, and the guys around the table lit up with excitement! They pulled up a chair for her and dealt her a hand at the beginning of the next round. She played with them for a while, and as the game progressed she had a few more drinks, won a few more rounds, and got a little cockier with every passing minute. About two hours into the game Helene had two aces, and there were two aces on the table, as well as a 10, a jack, and a 5 on the table. She had a very high four of a kind, and knew that there was no way anyone could possibly beat her now, but she was a little low on cash.

The Fleshy Part of the Thigh [M,CD,Exh]

The combined gut punch of increased CoVid lock downs and an economic recession found me to be doing late night food deliveries as a second job. The business with which I was full time employed, had put all employees on reduced hours, working from home. Less hours was great but also meant reduced wages. I had just moved in to a new place a few months ago, living alone for the first time, and was still just getting to grips with the increase in bills. I lived pretty frugally in any case and after a few weeks working both day and night I found my self getting comfortable in a good weekly rhythm. If I worked hard on the deliveries for four days straight I could relax the other three, take jobs if I felt like it. Any extra money I made on these jobs at the end of the week would go towards treating my self to some new clothes and lingerie.

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Hubbagaloo

Her thoughts swirled around vision she had of herself laying naked in his beds, her milky white thighs pressed tightly against his cheeks as his tongue lapped at her tender nub.

“Deeper,” she heard herself cry out, although she wasn’t aware that she had even spoken. “I won’t to feel you inside me. I want you to claim me.”

“And I will.” He answered as he sat up on his knees, reaching under the bed for something. Only after her budding orgasm released its hold on her did she see what it was he was holding–a pair of pink, leather handcuffs, each with a metal loop for some kind of restraint.

She felt her heart thump hard in her chest, like a car going over a speed bump too fast. Twisting around, she looked at the headboard of his bed where she spied more restraints–presumably for her hands–and chains with ends that would latch on to the ankle restraints.

“Are you game?” He asked, wrapping one of the ankles restraints over her skin, but not latching it.

Biting her lip, she nodded her head yes, her body shuttering as the first of many beads of nectar dripped out from the cleft between her legs.

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A Long Voyage Through Space, Chapter 3, Part 2

Chapter 1, Part 1: [https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/i2xzz6/a_long_voyage_through_space_chapter_1_part_1/](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/i2xzz6/a_long_voyage_through_space_chapter_1_part_1/)

Chapter 1, Part 2: [https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/i2y2za/a_long_voyage_through_space_chapter_1_part_2/](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/i2y2za/a_long_voyage_through_space_chapter_1_part_2/)

Chapter 2: [https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/i3rp14/a_long_voyage_through_space_chapter_2/](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/i3rp14/a_long_voyage_through_space_chapter_2/)

Chapter 3, Part 1: [https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/i4ct7q/a_long_voyage_through_space_chapter_3_part_1/](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/i4ct7q/a_long_voyage_through_space_chapter_3_part_1/)

The Literotica version, if you’d like to read the whole thing at once: [https://www.literotica.com/s/a-long-voyage-through-space-ch-03](https://www.literotica.com/s/a-long-voyage-through-space-ch-03)

Suddenly the water from the shower head came to a stop. While it already felt a bit colder inside the chamber, Amanda nodded with understanding and bent herself back over, pushing her soft breasts up against the plexiglass wall once again. She allowed Alan to do whatever he wanted to her, her wet hair and body dripping as she looked back at the pads. Her lip was between her teeth as she watched and felt every sensation.

The pad that had gone to Alan wrapped firmly around his hard shaft, rubbing and stroking him up and down as it thickly applied the lubricant to his entire length. By the time it was done the lubricant was so thick that it nearly dripped off of his throbbing cock. He was ready, but he could see that Amanda needed a little more attention.