Thinking about you

Even though we have not met yet, I cannot stop thinking about you. Ever since you first said ‘good evening’ the possibilities seem truly endless. You are easily the most open minded and truly caring woman I’ve had the pleasure of getting to know is such a long time.

I have explained to you what oral worship means to me, why it means everything to me, and you truly understood. You know
exactly how much I would love to be between your legs as you lay on your back, our hands linked and our eyes locked. I ache to have my lips softly grazing over some of the most intimate parts of your incredible petite body. We would both so enjoy the difference in sensations as my lips move across the parts of your body covered in black lace lingerie and your soft naked skin. I need to slowly tease your very central with my hot breath. When you look down at me you can see the spark of pure passion and desire that is in my eyes. You release my hands as I get myself into just the right position. My hands slide under your legs and slowly wrap around you as they make their way up your body. The massive difference in our sizes allows me to reach all of you at any time. My hands settle on your stiffening nipples and my fingers begin to softly pinch through the the lace fabric of your plunging v-neck lingerie. You run your hands up and down my arms and a soft moan escapes your lips. My wide tongue begins to tease you right through the lingerie but we both know that I want to taste you so much that my ability to wait is quickly evaporating. You reach down and tug the lingerie aside granting me access to your already glistening pussy.

The Punishment (mf) (Daddy) (DDLG) (spanking) (punishment)

His eyes flame with the flash of anger sending shivers through my spine. “I told you not to fucking cum you little whore.” He advances on me and before I could blink, his hand around my throat. Not squeezing to the point where it would cut off my air, but firm, just enough to show me who was in charge. His other hand slides down to my sensitive princess parts that were still pulsing from the orgasm that had just torn through my body. He slides two fingers in my needy pussy. Moaning out my head falls back. The feel of his fingers sliding in and out of my needy cunt at the teasingly slow pace he had set was killing me. If he would just go a little faster… But just so I feel the second orgasm start to build he pulls his hand away.

Innocent Jilling Caught on Camera Part 3

[part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/c5divi/innocent_jilling_caught_on_camera/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app)

[part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/c5z979/innocent_jilling_caught_on_tape_pt_2/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app)

Sara was finding hard to concentrate in her last class of the day. Actually she hadn’t paid much attention in all of them. But now it was worse. The anticipation of getting a call from the Watcher, envisioning what other plans he had for her, had taken up all the room in her brain.

Before she knew it she was the last in the now empty classroom. So lost in thought she didn’t even know class was over. She pulled out the phone the Watcher had given her expecting a text or a call but nothing. Maybe it was too hopeful to expect something right away. He did say he wouldn’t interfere with her school schedule.

She had nothing planned this weekend though. Surely the Watcher would have something planned for tonight and throughout the next two days. With that thought, studying and homework would be the best way to kill time, she still needed to keep her grades up, after all.

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Her Gentle Arts (True story, x-post from r/sluttyconfessions)

This is a day late, because yesterday was the Fourth of July and I was engaged in celebrating freedom by eating hot dogs and watermelon and blowing stuff up.

It’s the First Friday of the month. Like a lot of cities, mine has an art walk every first Friday — gallery openings, street performances and the like. I make most months — sometimes in company, sometimes alone.

I started this one flying solo, but ended up — not so alone, let’s say.

I’m placing this in fall 2008, most likely — again, giving the timing of other events that preceded and followed it, to the best of my recollection.

It was later in the evening, and I was checking off the last few galleries on my list when we met. I was 45 at the time. She was about to turn 50, though I was surprised to learn that later on. Now that I’m in my 50s, I shouldn’t have been. She was just extremely youthful in her attitude and that made me peg her for my age or younger.

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Her Master (D/s collaring)

Below is an excerpt from the latest book i am writing…. would love some early feedback

As the time for her train to depart approached, she made her way to the tracks. She fell in line with the others making their way to Worcester. She settled back in the seat and checked her phone.

“I am on my way,” his note read. Giddiness filled her like a 16 year old before her first date.

“Good. Can’t wait to see you,” she replied. They chatted and flirted on the 90 minute train ride. It was so easy to slip into an easy cadence with him. Bella tried to extract more details from him about the next few days, but he enjoyed tormenting her with vagueness too much. She only managed to get tiny glimpses.

“Left the chain in my trunk. It’s gonna be awfully cold by the time I get there,” he teased her.

“Well, stop and take it out, Master”

“No way, slut!”

Chardonnay Kisses (true-story, x-post from r/sluttyconfessions)

Someone asked me today to rate my 10 favorite partners (out of more than 140) from more than two decades of illicit adventure. It’s not a hard and fast list. My mood changes, seasons change, something will trigger an especially vivid memory — you know how it works.

But for today, this one was in the top 10 — not for any risky scenario, or because it involves some kind of kink. This was just a short-term situation — we only got together four times, always at her place — but it was still extremely memorable.

I place this one about a decade ago, making me in my mid-40s and her in her mid-30s. We’d talked off and on for a couple of years before that, though, after making each other’s acquaintance in a Yahoo chatroom. She had shortish curly dark blonde hair, great curves (especially her hips) — and she was a nurse. I don’t fixate on any one occupation, but I do have a thing for nurses. Always have.

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Better man for her: DAY and NIGHT 4

DAY 4:

I woke up first, the sun was still rising and so I wanted to get up and make her breakfast. I carefully got off of her and moved the blanket off but even so.

“where you going?”

“I was going to make you breakfast.”

“I don’t want breakfast; I just want you.” her voice is irresistible. I put my arm back under her head and she then moved her face in my hand and pushed her ass into my crotch. My horniness took over once more and my desire rose with my erection. I lifted her leg while I ran my hand down it until I touched pussy. I placed my cock on top of her thigh and lowered her leg and began to slowly thrust. It was my turn to taunt her. I reached my right hand around and teased her clit, pinching it flicking it and tapping it. Her skin got Goosebumps and I licked her back causing her to moan and move then she tried to grab my cock but I stopped her.

“how would you like your breakfast?” I whispered in her ear before nibbling on it with only my lips.

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Boredom [MF] [oral] [non-con]

(This was inspired from an /r/dirtywritingprompts post by /u/TheWebExplorer)

She was bored, nothing to do, no humans to torment currently. It was dull, she’d left the city for some much needed R&R, witchcraft didn’t necessitate being amongst nature but it helped to recharge the supernatural batteries so to speak. Her eyes fell upon a broom gathering dust in the corner, maybe a ride through the forest could get her out of this funk! Hilda rose up, brushing off her short grey skirt, dust was everywhere in the abandoned cabin she’d ‘appropriated’ for her vacation. Grabbing the broom she swiftly went outside, blinking at the bright sunlight illuminating the dense forest surrounding the cabin. She looked around, chewing on the end of her dark green braid as she wondered how to go about this. She’d never actually USED a broom before, her mother had taught her teleportation charms instead as a child, chiding her for wanting to learn but never explaining why not.

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Daddy played rougher than usual today.

Most of the stories I’m going to post are true, this is one of them x

Daddy and I went upstairs to take some cute photos of me in my “I LOVE DADDY” onesie before settling into bed to watch a Disney film because I’ve been such a good girl lately. I’ve been making him really happy, especially with the help of our new friend! But we can tell more stories about that another time.

We started watching the film, but Daddy was rock hard because he said I looked so cute with my dummy and my teddy bear. I couldn’t help myself, I just had to keep touching and playing with his cock. I promise I wasn’t meaning to be a naughty girl. It’s just soooo distracting. After a little while Daddy paused the film, and told me I was getting too distracted. So we were going to do something else. Whilst this had been going on, we had also both been talking to our new friend, Rae.

Pulling my legs, he got me into the centre of the bed and pulled open the poppers on my onesie to reveal my already wet pussy. I gasped slightly as he touched it to see how wet I’d got just playing with him.

Don’t Hang Up, Please (true story, X-post from r/sluttyconfessions)

There are no new human activities, only more efficient ways of accomplishing them on a larger scale. Take, for example, how the smartphone has revolutionized the sexual liaison.

It wasn’t always so, though, kids. And that presented some challenges, back in that relative Stone Age.

There were cell phones, of course, in the early 2000s — but if you didn’t have someone’s number, it was a challenge to reach them in case of an emergency. All those messaging apps were still years away.

This was late spring, in a year I can’t quite pin down. The emergency was that I got called in to work on a day that I was supposed to meet a new friend from out of town for some playtime.

To set the stage: I’d have been late 30s, or maybe 40. She was late 20s: long blonde hair, big blue eyes, fair skin, long legs that looked (and felt) amazing in thigh highs. She could pull off a great mix of innocence and sultriness, and that’s not easy to do.