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Fires and [Fantasy]. [MF] [D/s] [Short Story]

He unraveled the hose and turned the water on. He must be watering the plants, she thought. The fire he made not an hour earlier was still burning hot. Watching the coals turn from glowing orange to grey was mesmerizing for her. She appreciated the time he took to build the fire, as well. It always reminded her of his patience. She sat in the oversized lawn chair near the fire pit. The heat on her skin felt like a kiss from the sun on a particularly overcast morning. Her pastel purple tank top draped over her chest in a loose fit and her black pajama shorts only covered the essentials. With her breasts nearly exposed, she rested her head on the back of the chair and enjoyed the sounds of their backyard.

“Pull your shorts to the side.” He said.
Her head popped up and she did as he said. “Good, girl. What kind of morning slut are you if you’re not ready to receive?” Without any hesitation, he pulled the handle of the hose and hit her clit directly with the small stream of water. The cold sensation took her breath away. She squealed with both shock and pleasure. “Are you wet now? Who am I kidding, you’re always wet.” He laughed.

Daddy checking on me (MF) (Daddy) (sex) (orgasm control)

Laying in my white rod-iron princess bed piled high with blankets, pillows, and stuffies. Burrowing farther under the covers I grind into the body pillow between my legs. Trying to ease the aching between my legs. Burying my face in my white polar bear, Snow, and bite down on his paw silently apologizing for hurting him, trying to be as quiet as possible because I am up way past my bedtime and I didn’t ask Daddy if I could play, so here I am rubbing my princess parts against my favorite pink pillow because technically I’m not playing. He never said I couldn’t “dance” against my pillow in bed, but knowing that if I told him my logic I would likely get my mouth washed out with soap for talking back and likely end up over his knee because I was playing without permission, along with a miserable week of not being allowed to play at all. Read more »

Us watching porn with an old friend from college is all fun and games…(MF/FF, lesbian, cream pie, masturbation)

What started out as a joke ended up being the three of us sitting in the living room looking up each other’s favorite porn video on the tv. We were staying with our friend from college when we somehow got on the topic of what turned us on. Our friend Samantha surprised us by telling us she was really into watching porn, doing almost nightly.

She hooked her computer up to the tv and opened a catalogue of folders she had saved, letting us browse her library. Hopping from folder to folder, watching snippets of everything from step sibling porn to solo videos of guys and girls, you clicked on one folder named ‘Sam.’ She gasped as she realized that her own pictures and videos were now spread across the huge screen.

“No no no, those aren’t for you!” She laughed and attempted to take the laptop back from you as you held it out of reach and scrolled through the folder, opening them as you went. I watched with my mouth open as I saw Samantha bare her entire body before our eyes. She finally gave up what little fight she had been giving and let us explore her private album. Shots of her in mirrors, laying on her bed, tanning topless, every sort of angle I could imagine was there. Read more »

Sometimes You Just Need to be Worshiped- gender neutral so [MF] or [FF]

Typically I’m very selfless during sex. I enjoy getting my partner off and often feel satisfied without needing to cum. However, I have a fantasy that’s quite the opposite of that.

It starts at night, in bed with my partner. They’re spooning me, and as usual, I’m having trouble sleeping. When I hear light snoring, I pull out my phone and scroll through memes for a bit. Soon enough I’ve fallen down a hole and somehow wound up looking at sex toys. Whenever I see one that peaks my interest, I push my ass back against my baby without realizing. Soon the snoring stops and I put my phone down, trying to make sure they can sleep. I close my eyes and pretend to be as well when I feel them pull away from me.

I assume they were just done with cuddles, when I feel fingers brushing my hair away from my neck, before they start kissing and biting just below my jaw. “You should’ve told me you were horny and couldn’t sleep, babygirl,” they whisper in my ear, “I can help, you don’t have to resort to looking at stuff online”. Read more »

First time for everything. [F/F] [Strapons] [Light D/s]

“You really like swinging that thing around, huh?”

Emily laughed, looking down at Nina, who was laying back on the bed. Nina had her arms folded behind her head, as if she were relaxed, when in truth, she was anything but. The weight of what she was about to do (or, rather, have done to her) was pressing down on her. Emily still seemed to be carefree, though. “I do. It makes me feel like such a top. The epitome of femme dominance.” Emily shook her hips around a few more times for good measure. The dildo, dangling from the harness, smacked her thighs. Nina cringed at the sound.

Finally, after her little exhibition was finished, Emily hopped onto the bed, snuggled up to Nina’s side. The dildo, black as night and shining cheekily in the bedroom’s lamp glow, rubbed up against Nina’s leg. Was that arousal Nina felt, or apprehension? With Emily, she rarely knew the difference. “It’s not too big,” Nina remarked, just because she lacked anything else to say.

“Is that bad, or good?”

“I dunno. Just a statement.” Read more »

Laundry Pickup (True story, xpost from r/sluttyconfessions)

It probably seems so far as though all of these confessions are going to start with some sort of online interaction.

This is not, however, the case. This one starts with an across-the-street interaction.

Stitching together the peripheral details into a sort of whole, I can reasonably place this one in 2004 or 2005, most likely the latter. That would put me in my early 40s and her in her late 20s.

This one wouldn’t have happened but for my family’s shit luck in clothes dryers. I don’t care how much we spend on one, it will inevitably turn into a big damn paperweight a few years into what should be a long lifespan. And, of course, this always happens just after the warranty expires.

So I hauled a carful of wet clothes to a late-night laundromat in an older, kind of artsy neighborhood maybe 15 minutes from home. I loaded up the dryers, stuffed them with enough quarters to stun a moose if you put them all in a tube sock, and decided to go for a walk to the bar up the street for a beer.

I never made it. Read more »

What did you do? Bad girl! [mf][Petplay for lovers]

James immediately knew something was wrong when he came home to find only one of his brand new tennis shoes where he left it. And sure enough, he found his Sweet Girl Maggie sitting on her cushion beside the remnants of the missing shoe with a guilty look on her face. James understands and even sympathizes to an extent. His new hobby has been taking time away from his Sweet Girl but this is too much. Clearly he needs to reinforce boundaries.

“What did you do?” barks James in his authority voice. He’s not angry but he is very serious. As he holds up a piece of the destroyed sole to his ~~Sweet Girl~~ Bad Girl, she throws herself at his feet and exposes her belly. “You’re a Bad Girl and you will be punished.”

James roughly pulls off her new sweater and unbuckles the collar from her neck. “These were special gifts for my Sweet Girl but since you can’t behave yourself, I’m taking them away. Now go to your kennel and think about what you’ve done.” Read more »

Happy anniversary present (MF, toys, anal play, cumshot)

In the back of your closet you keep a small wooden box. In that box you keep your most private and intimate things. An assortment of toys, some glass, some rubber, various shapes and sizes. A few vibrators of different intensities. A plug or two for your ass. These are all mixed in with other gags and ropes and fun play things for us to use when we’re getting down and dirty. But there’s nothing in this box specifically for me.

You decide that for our anniversary you’re going to change that. When we get back home from our dinner out, it’s obvious what’s on both of our minds. Hurrying into the bedroom, we undress with our eyes locked on each other’s bodies. I stroke my hard cock in anticipation while you pull your dress down over your shoulders, letting it fall around your ankles. Your black bra holds your petite tits up, highlighting your bust. Neon pink crotchless panties outline your puffy lips and showing me that you’ve been waiting for this all night. You leave on your black stockings, the decisive trim wrapped around your upper thighs. Read more »

Illicit (MF, infidelity)

It takes all of sixty seconds.

I park my car next to yours in my driveway, and turn off the music. Silence reigns for a moment when I shut off the engine. Then a rush of sound and scent as I grab my briefcase, and open the car door. The summer sounds – a whirring maelstrom of cicadas, chirping birds and wind rushing through the branches of the oaks. The ticking sound from your SUV’s cooling engine lets me know you arrived only moments before me. As I pass your car, I glance inside at the contents. CDs, scrunchies. Sunglasses and a compact umbrella. I take in everything, feel the glancing familiarity that comes with knowing one has seen something before. It isn’t the clarity that comes with daily routine. I’ve only been in your car a few times – and whenever I’m in it, we’re usually busy fucking each other’s brains out. Read more »

For the Night is Only Mostly Dark, and Full of Delicious Terrors (true story, x-post from r/sluttyconfessions)

Some people reading these stories have asked why I would take the risk of having illicit sex at all, much less heighten that risk by playing in public or semi-public places.

Same reason people skydive, folks. Same reason they get in shark cages and hang out with great whites.

It’s a fucking, pardon the pun, rush. If you’ve done it, you know what I mean.

Even so, sometimes I look back at an encounter and think, *I have no idea in* ***hell*** *how I got away with that*.

So, to set the stage (and warning, this is kind of a longer one):

This would have been the late 1990s, or maybe the early 2000s. Dates around the turn of the millennium tend to sort of run together, two decades on, and while my memory’s good, it isn’t photographic where the calendar is concerned.

This was back when Yahoo Chat was the connecting point of choice for a lot of people, me included. In addition to the regular chatrooms — grouped by age, state, that sort of thing — there were user-created chatrooms that were supposedly reserved for grownups. Read more »