Hate [mf]

“You been working out?”

Tammy was caught off guard. “Not really. Why?”

“Those pants are great on your ass.” She was wearing a new pair of workout pants. They were black, accentuating her curves and lines, making Mark shift his bulge. Tammy always wore something to highlight a part of her body. It was all alluring though. She worked out. He knew it.

Mark smacked her ass just to watch her body absorb the shock. “Stop it, Asshole.” He laughed as he charged ahead of her.

“I’m going to the screen doors. I’d rather be around something bangable.” He had to move quickly though his bulge would become noticeable in his sweatpants.

“Oh I’m bangable, alright. Even by you.” She muttered. Mark missed the last part, he was already 15 feet ahead. He may be an asshole, but he was still hot. The only reason they hadn’t worked out was his attitude.

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Sonya Witnessed [MF][BDSM][OrgasmCtrl][Public]

“You need to open wide Sonya.”

His voice is low and coaxing but I know that if I hesitate for even a second, it will turn to steel. My mouth falls open, tongue sticking out eagerly. My nipples are hard and aching to be touched and I can feel that my pussy is slippery, with a need that can be seen from a dozen feet away.

I am on display. The watchers have come to witness me this evening.

The reality of this situation makes me shiver and my hips undulate wantonly.

The rope harness around my middle, ties me down on the low bench- face up. It is soft but strong, abrading my skin and making me achingly aware of how it puts me on display. I am blindfolded and can feel the heat of the lamp above me. It guarantees nothing goes unseen. The hardness around my torso, connects to ropes that bite into my thighs, with a pressure just this side of painful. They are knotted to another set of binding around my calves, keeping my knees bent and legs spread open. I cannot close them or drop my feet to the ground. The entire room can see my soaked cunt as Henry orders me to keep my mouth open and wait for him.

At The Pleasure of Strangers [MFF][FSub][oral][colllared]

My eyes fluttered open. A soft grey morning light from an overcast day streamed through the window sheers. The mansion was dead quiet. I heard the bathroom door shut and the shower spritz on. I peeked up over the bed to see the Missus with her back towards me lying naked under duvet. I laid back down on the carpeted floor, pulling the blanket over my shoulders which ached from sleeping on the floor. My fingers lingered on the padded leather collar still around my neck. What the hell am I doing here in this sex club? Why did I allow myself to be sold to this couple; the dominant man and his beautiful auburn haired wife with boobs as big as mine? For charity, that’s why.

When they were done having fun with me last night, where I licked the wife’s pussy until my mouth hurt, they kicked me out of the bed and made me sleep on the floor beside them. I awoke naked with my long sugar brown hair covering my face. I brushed it aside.

The mattress squeaked with movement and I looked up to see the Missus gazing over the side at me. Her hair was a delightful mess.

The longest sext I have ever written [mf(?)]

Hey I haven’t posted here yet and couldn’t access this sub from mobile for some reason, but I wrote a text to my friend describing how I want to degrade him and fuck him like a girl. I only sent him the first couple paragraphs and he said it was good and I should write more, so I figured I’d share it and get some input. Should I write more erotica? Lemmie know, and thanks :)

EDIT: Should mention I’m a trans guy and he’s a cis guy. Hey Dale if you’re reading this Hi. That’s not his name but.

(Kinks, if that matters: Crossdressing, genderplay, anal play)

I want to kiss you slowly and take my time exploring your body with my hands. I want to take off your shirt and worship every inch of your fantastic, gorgeous body- softly kissing and caressing, stroking, groping. Your body, mine to worship for just this moment, and appreciate every sexy inch. I want to stroke and grip your thighs under your skirt as I force my tongue in your mouth and feel how soft your legs are. I want the pleasure of sliding that skirt off your hips to expose your panties. And what cute panties, shame they’re coming off in a bit. They look so good on you, make you painfully irresistible.

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Parked (mF)

Tom waved.

“Hi Katie! How’s the sun?” He was weeding his garden. It took late afternoon sun straight into sunset and the sun was just beginning to take over the edge of the loose dark soil.

“Hot. I gotta sweat this off if I can’t walk it off.” Truth was she didn’t care. She felt good. And watching him work was a nice addition to her tanning time.

“Yeah, whatever. Where are your hooligans?”

“Their dad’s for the weekend. Should be back tomorrow evening.”

“You want company on your walk later? Then I’ll take you down to Sully’s for dinner?”

She was shocked that a single guy fresh from college might ask that. She was edging on her 44th birthday. But it might be fun. “Sure.”

Tom knocked on her back door around 7:30. He’d most likely hopped the fence again. Her 15 year old son thought it had become something to emulate. Scratched his leg pretty good the first time he’d tried to do the same, but was improving. “You ready K? I’m hungry.”

“You gotta walk first. Two miles. To the park and back.”

Have a Seat Mr.Rowan. [M/F] (advice/requests needed!)

Misguided deviation from work, longer than normal break hours, a drop in productivity of the group due to easily avoidable mistakes, 3 security breaches in the past month… It wasn’t looking good for Mr. Rowan. I tried to suppress a swelling sigh of disappointment. He came into the company highly recommended by a close friend and colleague of mine, and for the first 6 months he was something if an office rockstar. Good leadership, high charisma and incredible drive. But within the past 3 months he was absolutely nose diving. This would mean a painstaking meeting to discuss demotion, I hated these. Like any CEO, I just wished every employee could just find their place in the clockwork, and leave me time to deal with personal affairs. The most annoying one at the moment was finding a new outlet for my all the pent up …energy. But then again, when you are this high up, the work becomes personal. The last man who I kept to help me with these matters was not to bad, I kept him around as an intern. However, I ended up sending him of to work with a new business partner in an act of goodwill. She took a liking to him during a visit to see a new site and requested him as a new PA. It wasn’t too hard to let him go, he was more than willing to jump at the chance to climb the socioeconomic ladder. This time I couldn’t suppress the frustrated sigh, and the to distract myself by returning to the matter at hand. I distractedly texted for my PA, a fresh out of college intern with the biggest blue eyes and a will to impress that practically radiated of him in an overly sweet aura. Though the rest of him seemed well past puberty, he seemed to have kept the persistently cracking voice and bedraged appearance from highschool. “Yes Ma’am, CEO”, he squeaked out, while brand new business shoes not too subtly slide on my marble office floors. “Ben, I told you to call me Lily, and get non slip soles, you are a safety hazard. I need you to schedule Mr.Rowan, one of our new engineers to come in to meet with me tonight. I think he’s working with the cybersecurity dept. currently. Fit him in wherever I have time. It should be a quick appointment.” He stumbled over a quick apology and shuffled out of the office, tripping over the door as he left. Poor thing, am I really that scary?

A Sexy Christmas Eve Love Story

He called her up the day before Christmas Eve to see if she wanted to go to the outdoor ice skating rink downtown.

Her phone rang and she answered;

“Hello,” she said.

“Hey, what are you up to, you sexy muffin?” he asked.

“Just putting some lotion on my legs and listening to Christmas music,” she told him while she laid on her bed with the phone held tightly between her shoulder and ear as she squirted out another drop of lotion to apply to her smooth tan leg.

“Do you need some help?” He questioned -partly jokingly, but also very much wanting to.

“Help putting on lotion?” She asked.

“No, help picking the right Christmas music” he remarked, teasing her, looking for a laugh.

“Haha, you weirdo,” She said.

“I know, anyhow, I wanted to see if you wanted to join me for a little late night ice skating and drinks tomorrow night?” he asked (detail?).***

Feeling eager, but trying to hide it she told him, “yeah, that sounds fun -it will have to be after I have dinner with my family though.”

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Stories from a Dominant – Melissa – Chapter One [M/f] [Professional] [Mdom] [Fsub] [NoSex] [Setting the scene]

Stories from a Dominant

Melissa

Chapter 1

7.55pm. My watch beeps as I step out of the car, 5 minutes early for an appointment, as usual. In my five years since leaving the military, many habits have faded, some for the best, but punctuality isn’t one.

It doesn’t really seem fair to let down my guests, as I like to call them, when they are usually so eager to learn, to comply, and to behave – even when they’re trembling with nerves.

I smirk as I think back to my first guest, as I scan the front windows of my own house, noting that every blind is drawn as instructed. She’s ready.

It’s a bit of an odd setup I have for my guests, but it works for me. To give you a bit of context, I live in the rear of the house, which is completely sealed off from the front ‘office’.

I discovered many years ago that leaving first and allowing my guests to visit the office – without me there – letting themselves in, and signalling with the blinds when they were ready, solved so many problems of a semi-professional BDSM life.

In search of an old story and may get lucky here:

Hello guys;

In a time long past there was an author named Magicif on Literotica. He wrote two stories; Layla, and The Kinetic Sorceress. He vanished some time ago and I’ve been trying to find his work ever since. I have found rough Russian translations of Kinetic Sorceress via Google but that’s it.

Thought I’d fire a shot into the dark on here and cross my fingers.

TL;DR: Searching for the stories “Layla” and “Kinetic Sorceress” by MagicIf from Literotica.

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