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Part 2

Dinner

Sir leads me on all fours to the dinning room. I hear chatter and silver ware and clinking if glasses. The floor is cold on my hands and knees. Which I don’t mind as I feel heat all over my body again. Sir stops and I assume sits. I kneel at his side. Head towards the floor. I feel him play with my hair and rub his hand across my shoulders. He slips I his finger under my chin and I feel the rim of a glass on my lips.

“Drink” I hear him say as I open and take in as much as I can. It’s sweet and bitter as I assume it’s wine. I swallow and feel him tap my chin again I take another drink. I obey though it’s not my favorite taste. He sweeps his hand across my face and then his touch is gone. I can hear him begin to chat with the people around him. Laughing and cutting up. After sometime I feel him lay a plate by my knees

“Eat my whore. Your going to need strength for the next activity” Read more »

Vignette [D/s] [M/f]

It came to him silently, gracefully, eagerly. It came to him on it’s hands and knees, driven by need and summoned by the irresistible magnetic force between them, the halo of control and power and desire that kept it orbiting around the nucleus of him, it’s owner, it’s keeper, it’s reason for being and upon whom it bestowed it’s worship and devotion.

He relaxed, his muscles and tendons loosening as the tension of the outside world began to fade, being replaced by the familiar contentment that came with discarding the roles he was forced to play out there, outside this place, away from it. His blood began to rush, anticipating the euphoria that would soon take the place of contentment, and he slowed his breathing, controlling it, knowing there was plenty of time and opportunity to let the euphoria build, to unlock his own cage, the cage in which he willingly kept the beast confined until the time was right. Read more »

The Perfect End to a Perfect Afternoon [MF] [DD/lg] [relationship sex] [degradation] [pussy eating] [sloppy blowjob]

We got home from our hike, nicely coated in a thin later of sweat. He grabbed me and playfully threw me on the bed and got on top of me.

He looked me in the eyes with such intensity, and said “you’re so beautiful” and then he kissed me, softly at first, but then more aggressively. Soon we were making out intensely, which alone was enough to make me wet.

He took off my top and sports bra, suckling one nipple while twisting the other. I could feel myself dripping as I moaned, he knew just what to do to turn me on. He started to get rougher and he left a big hickey next to one of my nipples before beginning the descent, kissing down my body, pulling off my shorts and panties in one sweep. My moaning grew ever louder as he continued. He started kissing and biting my inner thighs, teasing me, letting the anticipation build. Read more »

Figured I’d try one from a male perspective

The tips of the fingertips, that’s where it lives– the tips of the fingertips and the dim curves only barely visible in the slivers of light slipping like splinters through the shades. You touch her like a frying-pan that might be hot– the places you’re touching her… any moment you expect her to shriek and turn bright-pink and slap you, those are the sorts of places– but she doesn’t. No, here, now, with her… it’s okay. It’s allowed. All those thoughts you were having all those times you sat behind her in class, they’re allowed here, now. All those things you thought of doing.

The tips of the fingertips, the very tips, that’s where it lives, and the very tips of your fingertips are tracing down her like raindrops, finding every path from the bone of her cheek to her thighs– they trickle along the soft sides of her neck, they drip-drip-drop along the smooth crest of her collarbone, they run as a river, they carve out her cleavage over what feels like eternity– time slows down when you touch her, and you touch her, and you touch her, and at last, at last your touches pool in the gentle sink of her hips. Read more »

Anticipation

I’m laid there on his bed, stripped down to my skin, feeling the breeze from his fan lick and tickle my bare flesh. Staring up at him while he kneels between my thighs, rolling the condom down with a tight fist, his weight shifting the soft mattress as he moves in closer. His dark eyes rake up and down my exposed body. My hair fanned out on his pillow, my eyes nervously taking him in, my knees bent and bowed open… my sex warm and wet from his tongue. His hand slowly but tightly stroking his cock; hard, latex sheathed, and so ready. I smile up at him, nodding my consent. His eyes don’t leave mine as he paints his tip gently up and down my slit, getting himself wet. My held breath explodes from my lungs as he rubs little circles around my clit. I whine a little, shifting on the unfamiliar bed. My ache is so deep and so cruel… So delicious. Then his body is over mine, warming my cooled skin with his. His soft lips trail down my neck, lurking around my collarbone. My fingers make their way into his soft hair as his kisses make their way to my achy nipples, warming them with his tongue. The same artful tongue that washed over my pussy and pirouetted on my clit just moments ago. “Please…” I quietly entreat. “Shhh…” He soothed as his lips worked back up my throat. It’s not just my words now. My entire body is imploring. My fingertips stroking the back of his neck, my quivering lips at his ear, my inner thighs stroking up his hips and wrapping around him, writhing gently as I try to coax him to slip into my body and end this intolerable ache. He shifts again, this time allowing his head to press against my entrance. My betraying body begging him for more. My hips gyrate and rock, involuntarily whimpering and moaning softly into his ear. “Please…” I request once more. He says nothing, but lets his head slip away from entering me, and gently grinds the underside of his shaft between my soaked lips. Oh the frustration. The ache in me dancing and spreading like flames on kerosene. “Tell me what you want.” He growls quietly, his deep voice rumbles in my chest. Taking his face in my hands, I look up at him. “I want to feel you in my depths, I need you to fuck me.” He smirked and chuckled… Setting my need ablaze. His lips found mine, barely quieting the elated cry escaping my lungs as he filled my cunt to the brim. Read more »

Forbidden

A story I wrote for an Arab girl with a white man kink:-

We’ve both been chatting for months, some dirty, some just about life. You mention you’re going to be in town over the weekend with friends. For both of us it has always been about the fantasy, the reality of meeting up has never seemed possible or necessarily desired. But I have a plan. I tell you that we should see each other from a distance. I give you instructions and to message me when you’re sat with your friends at a cafe in the mall.

Time goes on and we message only once or twice, I figure you are scared, so I don’t press it.

However, on the morning we arranged, I get a message. You describe what you are wearing and that you will be sat in the Cafe at 5 pm just as I had asked. I respond by telling you I will be wearing a blue jacket that I will remove and throw over the arm of my chair before I sit down. I will order an espresso and a dessert. I’ve never sent you pictures but I’ve described how I look. Your mind begins to race. Read more »

Unexpected college pleasure [MF]

I had hardly ever talked to Kelsey. We’d brush shoulders at parties and exchange smiles. She had those “fuck me” eyes and would outlast our eye contact every time our eyes met. I never thought I’d hook up with her. She was two years younger than me and like I said, we hardly ever talked. She was assertive. Sexy and knew it. She was fun, and friendly, and had a banging, 5’6ish body. Slim with a round, tight ass. She’d often wear jeans high around her waist and a frame-hugging T of some sort. Wasn’t one for jackets. She carried the persona of “I’m a bad ass and can make you come twice.” She was beautiful. Kelsey.

One week night, like every week night, people were filtering through my college house. Conversations, laughter, and beer were abound. Kelsey doesn’t come over often but I was happy to night. She greeted me warmly that night. All evening I would find she was very close to me. On the porch, in the kitchen refilling a drink, and finally on a couch. Tonight she looked good. She had blond hair with bangs across her forehead. She was wearing a sleeveless tank top and a tight pair of pants. Read more »

Slave Pleasures

Part 1

You were still in the early stages of your slave training, but you were doing very well. It’d become rare that you’d be bratty or needed to be forced to obey. Since you’d been so well behaved, I wanted to grant you something special, a reward for your good behavior. When I asked what you wanted, you answered without hesitation; you wanted a girl to play with.

I agreed, but your other times were because you went a little wild and crazy, but this time would be under my control. This wouldn’t just be a reward for your good behavior, it’d be another tool to advance your training towards compete and total submission. Your wild desire for another girl would be combined with the pleasure you leaned to derive by pleasing me.

We planned a night when we’d be free of any interruptions and when it finally arrived, you were more eager than I’d ever seen you. I watched as you got ready, finishing with your sexiest dress and heels. We headed to a local place, where you’d have your choice of potential playmates. When we walked in, you caught the attention of men and women alike. I couldn’t blame them; you caught my attention when we met and you’ve had it ever since. Read more »

(Request) found her tied up

Does anyone know of a story/can write a story where a girl is tied to a bed and then something happens and her bf that tied her leaves and like a repair man or something comes in and sees her. He talks to her a bit and goes in to untie her and he suggests they could continue what she was doing and she says no but he kinda touches her and then starts playing with her clit making her close to orgasm and then she (non verbally) agrees to fuck?

Bonus if they are under 35 but over 25 and the male is a tattooed Latino and the female is blonde.

More of a short poem than a story, but maybe this will be enjoyable too :)

She sits every night in the deep circles under my eyes, like a girl in a paper moon. She doesn’t see me, but I feel seen by her– or at least I think I feel seen. It’s hard to know for sure what I’m feeling once I’ve asked the pixels to make her for me; my head is already below the water.

I’ve never once touched her– I’ve never once been near enough to touch her– but I know for certain that she is soft, so soft. The pixels told me. Every last inch of her is soft, from the bottom to the top, from the front to the back. The folds of her smile, the folds between her legs are the perfect little soft-secret places for hiding. That’s the most I’ve ever wanted in a person, I think, a place for hiding.