My pet has been asleep for quite some time now. Well, my girlfriend, I mean. You see, we’re into pet-play. She is my pet and I am her owner. It’s not a sexual thing, it’s more or less just something we have a strange affinity for. I take her for walks, and she must always hold my hand, as if she were on a leash. She even has a collar that we picked out together and she must always wear it unless I remove it. I bathe her and brush her hair, I clip her nails and dress her in whatever outfit she chooses to wear. We don’t do things exactly as a human would to their dog/cat, but we do act in similar ways. For instance, I don’t hit her when she is bad or makes a mistake, EVER. I don’t tell her when she is allowed to eat or go to the bathroom. I NEVER lock her away when I leave the house. If anything, I pamper her as if she was a purse pooch. When we get intimate, it has nothing to do with our pet-play. We are both a little sadistic/masochistic and on our role play nights, we do slave and master play. My girl loves the feeling of my nails digging into her sides when we have sex. She loves when I force her into whatever position I feel like putting her in. She gets really excited when I put my hand around her neck especially. That’s kind of the reason she keeps the collar on all day, but tonight, things got a little interesting.
Category: Erotica
Babysitting for the Jones’ [fmf]
Cleaning up after myself downstairs, then checking on the kids upstairs. I didn't hear you enter the house. The carpet cushioned your foot steps. As I exited the bathroom I jumped, surprised by your presence. My heart slammed in my chest as I tried to calm down. You chuckled, your laugh thick and warm. It made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. I blushed softly. Although you were almost twice my age, I found you very attractive. The mature, musk, and slightly rough look you had made me feel warm in side.
I've found myself wet the nights you drop me off at home. Pretty sure that you would smell me from under my short skirt. I made sure to wear whenever I came over. Definitely sure you peaked at my ass when I got out. Did you think I couldn't see the proof in your pants?
My girlfriend loves when we read erotica involving being used as a sex toy for someone else’s pleasure but we are having trouble finding stories like that.
The title briefly describes what my girlfriend fantasizes about and we're posing this question to mainly help us in finding erotica that aligns with this fantasy. We enjoy reading erotica together as a form of foreplay but have trouble finding stories where the focus is on being sexually used but also avoiding any humiliation or non-consensual sex.
For example, she loves sex stories involving monsters like this one. This story is great because it focuses on these women being dominated by these lustful creatures and ultimately enjoying the experience. The problem appears when we use the term "dominance" or BDSM when searching for sex stories because doing so usually results in stories where some of the participants are subjected to pain and/or humiliation and are not willing participants.
In short: How can we better find stories that focus on dominance and being used as a sex toy but avoid stories where some of the participants are humiliated or subjected to pain.
Princes reunited [MM]
Prince Theed Adrsae, heir apparent to the Kingdom of Endromur, huffed in the cold winter air and ran a hand through is unruly brown hair as he watched the horizon from his receiving tent.
“How long?” he asked his eunuch-equerry, Qru
“Momentarily, my prince”
Theed was a tall, well-muscled boy of sixteen years. His silk deep blue tunic did little to hide his taut chest. Already he had gained a reputation as an intelligent manipulator and talented warrior among his father’s court. Around him was arrayed thirty of his retainers, each hand picked from the elite Mandatories Corps, once a conscripted unit, know a volunteer force. His banner swayed in the light morning breeze.
The crunch of frosted grass announced the arrival of delegation from Kefreria. A squadron of two score horse archers crested the rise and came down to meet the reception party. At its head was a boy of similar age and height to the Prince, clad in reds. His long hair framed the dark skin and characteristic cheekbones of Kefererian nobility. He carried himself self as a high-born son
[kindle] My Gift to You by Faye Hall
EXCERPT
Her long black hair fell softly around her naked shoulders, loose silken strands gently escaping, caressing her bare breasts. Her dark, piercing eyes followed her caressing hands, her soft fingertips lightly touching his bare flesh. His eyes moving, absorbing inch by glorious inch of her bare flesh, he felt arousing warmth filling him.
This naked innocent was more exquisite, more breathtaking than he could have dared to imagine possible. She was so much more than he ever thought any woman could be.
When she reached for him, her soft fingers teasingly taking his jerking organ, he was sure he would pass out from the pleasure he felt.
At the very least, he knew he would soon disgrace himself in her hand if she didn’t stop her teasing attentions. Moving his hands to hers, he tried to push her away.
Slowly her naturally pink, almost blood red lips pouted, her hand gradually ceasing its attentions.
"Please, Bailey. I want this . . . want you."
Focusing in on all the beautiful, dark features of this girl, Bailey could feel himself being filled by a strange, though intense, feeling. He knew he should refuse this woman's advances…
The Merman’s Embrace
He placed my hand on a rock jutting out of the water, and in leaning my weight on the rock, I located another smooth and flat, under the surface. I made myself comfortable using the two as a recliner, the water coming up to my chest, and gestured for him to join me. Coming toward me he placed his hands on my thighs instantly causing a spark of excitement and a rush to my head. I gasped as he leaned in and placed his lips to my neck, sucking hard enough as to be almost painful, and then began nibbling at the edge of my ear, his breath soft and warm. I wanted to stop him. To talk. To get to know him. But I had lost control of all of my senses the moment he touched me. I floated in a cloud of passion, losing all sense of where I was, eyes closed feeling only his lips, his hands moving over my body. His mouth traveled down to my chest and somehow my top came loose at the neck freeing my breasts to bob at the water’s surface. Hands cupping each, his lips gently took in one erect nipple. Opening my eyes I peered down at him. His eyes were closed as he savored my soft bosom. My hands ran through his thick mane. Abruptly his eyes opened catching mine hypnotically. They seemed to glow, bright green in the dim evening light. One hand brushed down my midsection, past belly button, tickling my skin as it moved lower. The button between my legs grew to meet his touch as he delicately moved over it causing a soft moan to escape my throat.
Detention [FMF]
My patience slowly ticks away as the minutes tick on. We’re the only three in detention, and the hour seems to be taking longer than it should. I could say that I don’t know why I’m in detention, but I do. I smirk softly remembering that reason. It is the same reason why she is here too. You happen to catch us in the girls’ bathroom during study period, in a most compromising position. Her sitting on the sink, her skirt pushed up, and my head wedged in between her legs. Oh, I heard you come in, but I didn’t want to stop. I like being watched. And it took you a couple of minutes before you actually stopped us. Reminiscing about it produces heat between my legs and my nipples harden, becoming sensitive beneath my lace bra.
I shoot a quick glance to her and know she is thinking about it too. Her hand slowly slips up her leg and under her skirt. I bite my lip, wanting to taste her again. Remembering how she smells, I squirm in my seat. You are unaware, or not wanting to react just yet to the growing tension. We both jump as your cell suddenly goes off. Checking the number, you excuse yourself into the hall to answer it.
Bulleit Rituals
When I’m alone at night I can hear your name whimper out of the edge of the glass as it swipes across my lips. It only happens when it’s late and I’m weak and the only thing left of the day is an empty stomach of bourbon. It happens as I light a cigarette I dug out of the ashtray with your lipstick on it. That’s the moment. The witching hour.
It’s your true name that I hear: the sound you cry when you are clawing at the floorboards, bucking with your high heels, with your hands twisting by your side. When, next to the bookshelf, your legs are in the air and a lock of hair is pinned to your lip. With your dress caught around your waist and your bra pulled down and your eyes glaring back over your shoulder—it’s the sound you scream out as you exhale a hundred short breaths of “oh fuck” with one arm behind your back and the floor wet with sweat.
That’s the name that summons you, called three times and crossed with whiskey.
[mf] My Wife’s Mother
My wife, Beth, and her mother, Ruth, were flying to Colorado today to visit Beth's brother. They were downstairs packing. We had to leave in about twenty minutes for the airport. After dropping them off I had planned to go to a party our firm was throwing for some clients. I was in my home office upstairs answering an e-mail when Ruth appeared in the doorway. I said, "Ready to go?" She leaned against the doorframe and pulled up her dress to show me she had no panties on. Her grey pussy hair was matted from the moisture of her hot cunt. "John, you could say so; meet me in your bathroom." Senior citizens running around with no underwear, what's the world coming to?
She kept her dress on high as she passed me, wiggling her ass, and went into my private bath. My dick was hard from the sight of her well used pussy and ass. My cock knew both very well. I entered the bathroom, and I saw Ruth had bent over the counter with her dress up on her back. Her naked pussy was gleaming with her desire and she reached between her legs rubbing her clit. "Get your pants off, John, we don't have much time. Beth might come up any minute looking for me." I unzipped my pants and pulled my cock out. Even after twenty years, the sight of her wet cunt still got me hard quickly. I notched the beast into her pussy and pushed it home.
A Succubus’ Discretion [1]
He was sitting on the end of his bed unable to move. His hands felt like lead weights lying against the mattress, his back stiff and legs numb resting on the floor. He couldn’t turn his head but could hear the soft breathing of his girlfriend behind him. This wasn’t uncommon, Mark would get sleep paralysis a couple times a year though it was always frightening he’d learned that it would soon pass but what was different this time was that he was sitting up and looking out over the bedroom.
His eyes caught a movement off to the side. ‘Someone is here.’ Unable to see far enough into his peripheral vision, there was definitely something moving, getting closer. It stopped. He could feel a chill. The chill of something watching him – eyeing him up. He tried to look away, take his mind off what was surely a nightmare, he could see his bare flesh, the hairs on his arm and chest standing up he felt exposed.