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I Obey [mf][femdom][bdsm]

*You walk in the door and put your bag down. Closing the door, you seemingly speak to an empty room.*

“You will be in the playroom waiting for me. This has been a long day, Pet, and you are to be my distraction. This will not be fun.” You walk away, appearing to have forgotten your bag. Once your footsteps are no longer audible I rise. You like me kneeling next to the door, waiting for your return home. It’s not that you don’t trust me, you just like to know where I am. I quickly grab your bag and put it away. Before I enter the playroom I strip down and replace my clothes with the rugby shorts that you prefer.

I open the door and walk to the far wall. Your favorite leather cuffs hang from a chain on the wall, attached low enough to reach when I’m kneeling, but with a chain short enough that my arms are forced to remain over my head. From your tone I know this is where you want me. There is no escape here. No hiding. No avoiding what you have in mind. Nervousness and excitement course through me, my shorts straining to contain the erection that has already come to life just from the thought of what is to happen next. Read more »

[anal] [mmf] Black lives do matter?

“Yeah honkey bitch. Take this jive weiner!”

“No, please! My ass can’t take multiple African Americans!”

Jamal and Jamar ignored her cries. “This is for slavery! You take her bleached butt hole and I’ll put mine in her honkey beaver.”

All three of Jamar and Jamal’s hands were touching the honkey bitch. Jamal lost his left hand with an altercation with diabetes making his right hand abnormally strong.

“You may have one hand, but you handle my white clitoris like a man with two hands!”

With that, both Jamal and Jamar nutted simultaneously. “Aah! You fucking white honkey whore!”

“YES GIVE ME A BIRACIAL BABY! FILL MY WHITE WOMB WITH YOUR CHOCOLATE BABY BATTER!”

Wrote this to help convince friend to seduce coworker, intro, MF

Knowing that you’re interested Matt shows up looking especially fresh. Clean shaven wth a fresh haircut, smelling nice with a pressed uniform. He clocks in and comes over to your station and asks how your days been, you let him know it’s been slow and you’ve been hit on by every guy and you see him light up, knowing these guys want you but he will have you soon. You tease him on and off throughout the evening. Letting him know how horny you are, or sending him sexy pictures from the bathroom on your breaks. You can tell he is restless and you ask him what’s the matter and he lets you know he’s hard and his balls are ready to explode and you whisper in your ear that you can’t wait to swallow every drop of his cum. Read more »

Beauty [mf]

She told me once that she thought I was too obsessed with beauty to ever truly fall in love. I wanted to tell her that I loved her then, but I could not bring myself to do it. I don’t know why.

Was I afraid that she would love me too and that would be the end and I would have no chance to do better, to find a more beautiful girl? Perhaps. But that feels wrong to me.

Was I afraid that she would not love me back? No. I think she did love me, and besides, I didn’t often care what girls thought about me as long as I could get what I wanted.

Was I afraid that I had actually fallen in love and that I could never go back to living the way that I had lived before? I think that may have been it.

Love changes you. I believe that it has changed me, I don’t know if for the better. I don’t see things the way that I used to. When I meet people, I always feel like something is missing. I can’t appreciate the simple visual pleasure of a beautiful girl like I used to. All I can think about is her. Read more »

Peach

A few years back, six or seven, I was eating a peach. This peach was just right. Ripe. I love the texture of a peach. You’ve got that soft stubble on the outside, just enough to notice as you bite into it, and then that sweet inside so soft and juicy. One good bite and it’s all over you. It’s on your lips, your chin, and your fingers. The taste of it on your tongue for long after you’re finished. A good peach, a really really good peach, leaves a taste in your mouth that you can remember for years. Summer time, warm nights, the air humid, and the grass wet with dew. Nothing hurts and the night sky goes on forever.

I’m in my 40s, but my wife and I have many older friends and relatives. It’s so unfair and tragic that society seems to say that once an elderly person loses his or her spouse, that we assume that the remaining spouse also dies sexually. They don’t!

Some of what I’ll say may seem untrue or crazy or weird, but they are all true, and I hope seniors aren’t forgotten as sexual beings.

My wife is a nurse, and she and all the nurses see it as a normal part of their job to relieve sexual tension in a discreet manner when necessary. Whether it’s from a sponge bath or an assisted shower older men, but not only men, often get aroused. A skilled nurse will handle the situation in a quick and discreet manner. And finally, quiet little vibes are given to senior women in need.

Bend that horny, naughty librarian over the table [MF] [Rough]

I wrote this just for fun and comments are always welcome. It’s a part of a series I’m working on for an ebook. If you’d like to read more let me know and I’ll post another scene.

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I’d waited long enough for the last customer to leave, and decided to go look for him. He’d shown up a few hours ago. I noticed him right away because he was pure perfection. Now it was time to close and he’d gone missing. I locked the front doors and headed through the cavernous building to find him.

I skidded to a stop at the book he’d left at his table. The Complete Illustrated Kama Sutra. It had been ages since I’d had sex and I felt a tingle between my legs. No one was looking, so I decided to check it out myself and take it home.
I picked it up and smiled, but suddenly the book was swiped from my hand.

I spun in surprise, my eyes wide. “Goodness. That scared me,” I complained, my heart racing. It was that sexy man, and he was standing very close, wearing a cocky grin. A thrill shot through my entire body at the sight of him. Read more »

Is ‘Pompoir’ taught anymore?

When I was in my 20s, I was stationed in Australia. Naturally, every weekend we were busy paying our respects to the very young women at the brothels. Everyone of those girl had been trained by their mothers to develop their vaginal muscles to much that most of us guys just had to lay back and let her rippling and squeezing cunt muscles work their magic. Outwardly, the chic barely seemed to move. But inwardly, they drained us dry. Some older women could do the same with you in their ass.

If anyone knows an author who writes about it, please let me know. I did find a middle-aged woman who gave me a pretty decent draining, but what has happened to this ancient technique?

Dom and a Sub, blowjob in the tub [MF] [oral] [rough] [deep throat] [sadistic]

I’m trying something new with this very brief story. I’m a woman, but this is written from the male perspective.

This short sex scene was inspired by a very fun role play I’ve been doing since Christmas. It began on /r/dirtypenpals and has given me hours of delicious enjoyment.

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We climbed into the hot tub and my mouth went to her neck as I pulled her onto my lap. I ran my hands down between her legs, spreading them open.

“I told you to never close your legs in my presence, didn’t I?” I corrected, giving her neck a rough bite. Her gasp made my cock jump in anticipation and I dipped my finger into her cunt. It was slick inside, as usual. “You’re going to have to wait your turn. Tell me how bad you want to suck me off and I won’t hold you under,” I said, inserting another finger inside her.

“I *do* want to suck your cock. It’s my favorite thing to have in my mouth. I love it. Can I—“ she stopped talking abruptly as I began finger banging her harder. Read more »

New Glimpse of a New Short Story I’m Writing: No Title Yet

Alison has an extra little pep in her voice when she speaks into the microphone, “Mr. Murray here to see you, Dr. Clark,” she finishes on a high note. She must find him attractive. She always finishes on a high note when she’s attracted to someone.

“Let him come in,” I say back to her. A moment or two later, the door opens and in walks my first patient of the day. His shoulders are slouched low, he’s overdressed for a typical session, but his dark black hair and two day old scruff gives him a down to earth type of feel. He’s handsome and fit, a jaw bone that must have been carved from granite and a dimple the size of a thumb print in the middle of his chin.

“Hi, I’m Dr. Clark,” I greet him standing up and walking towards him with my arm outstretched. He shakes my hand firmly. Calluses rough as sandpaper grace my well moisturized palms and fingers.

“Dennis. Nice to meet you,” his voice is low and clear. He seems like a perfect gentleman. Nothing not to like and nothing on the surface that I would identify right away as a physical detriment to a sex life. Nothing at all. Read more »