Hey my name scarlet. And I work from home. I work as companion and no not for old people or disable. Kinda like escort but different. Dose anyone have any ideas how I can get more clients to sign up with me.
Category: Erotica
Snap chat slut can’t control her self (M/F, 40’s, )
Another installment – again feedback would be useful as this is just me starting out! Thanks and enjoy.
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Em knew what she was doing even if she was trying to play the innocent. Her gym pants were tight, her top was low cut and she was making sure that the personal trainer on the other side had seen her.
Ever since she started to be a snap chat slut she had been inundated with praise, complements and offers of financial reward. The whole reason she was sharing herself on snap chat was to make her feel good about her body and it was working wonders. Em was being cautious though, no face shots, no obvious backgrounds, making sure no one could fully identify her, that was all except for her mystery English gentleman. He had seen a lot more, for some reason she found it difficult to resist the way that he described what he would do to her naked body. They way that she felt every time he was online, even now just thinking about him she started to get wet. He had such a hold over her that she broke her first rule -‘ no pussy shots’ but he had got her into such a horny state that one night she had to show him how much she wanted him, she moaned his name as she pushed the dildo into her aching pussy, look down the camera and showing her most intimate parts.
a honestly serving Cuck to Queen
No”Watching Her Flirting”
Especially when it was with
My friends that have known us awhile and have always made comments on how much they wanted to FUCK my wife! She’s sending pics and nasty text and getting so turned on doing it.
The Goddess and The Grasshopper
This is my first attempt at a full length story- Please feel free to give respectful feedback. I hope you enjoy! <3 FC
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**The Goddess and The Grasshopper**
**Introduction.**
I walk into the darkened, dimly lit space, shrouded in the murmurings of others.
The clinking of glasses, casual conversations, intermittent outbursts of laughter. The room is a blur.
I feel comforted by the undefined anonymity as my heart beats out of my chest.
I draw a slow deep breath, feeling it fill and expand the pit at the base of my belly. In the stretch, I hold.
I lose track…until I remember, then control myself as I slowly exhale, through pursed lips.
I feel pounding in my chest, my ears, as warmth fills my face.
It’s so hot in here. I close my eyes and continue to breathe.
All the mutterings are silenced by the rush of air in and the controlled, extended release.
“what the f***?” I’m jolted back into the space as a force knocks me forward.
Thankfully my legs, my feet, respond and catch me as I lunge.
Controlling You From Beneath [m/f 21+]
I enjoy being in control, but only sometimes. A struggle for control can be intoxicating, when both lovers are eager for it. But there are different types of control, aren’t there?
And so I find myself beneath you, watching your hips rock in slow, deliberate motions, watching your lips fall open, taking in the sight of your pleasure at feeling me full inside you. Yet that red blindfold covering your eyes, the way my hands hold as firm but gentle guides aside your hips, and, most especially, the silken black scarves that bind your wrists to the headboard… You may have some power in this position, lover, but you’re hardly in control.
My eyes travel your skin, your form, watching your breath come faster as you feel me swell inside you. I can see your hands grasping at your bonds, your arms reaching over my head, your hair framing your face as you lean forward, aching for more. Mmm, I grow harder with your every audible gasp, and I know we both want more, faster, to ride the intensity as it grows…but my hands stay on your hips, forcing you to be patient, to keep your pace, just a little while longer.
A scene (BDSM, breathplay, seduction)
“I want you to tell me how much you want it.”
His fingers tapped my tear-stained cheek. His thumb dug in the other side on my jaw. He shook my head a little side to side, exaggerating the move I already made: my shake of denial. And my body shook in want. And I was so ashamed. But I wanted it more than anything; I wanted the belt. It hung around my neck where he had left it.
“I want to hear you say it. Come on, say it.”
We walked. Him forward. Me back. Baby steps towards an undeniable wall. Tears streamed down my face.
“Say it. Come on. Say it.”
He tapped my cheek a little harder as I panted with the effort of speech.
“I can’t,” I whispered. “I can’t.”
“Yes you can. Say you want it. Say it. Say you want me to use the belt.”
The buckle jangled a decorative promise at my throat. His shoulder loomed large, a pyramid to obscure the sky, a secret tomb through which I’d see what’s written in the stars.
Femdom Training Academy: Chapter 16; The Island [FEMDOM] [CHASTITY] [MATRIARCHY] [STRAP-ON]
“That’s it, slave, take it all the way down your throat.” Governess Anastasia said, shoving her strap-on cock all the way to the hilt down the throat of a young man kneeling before her.
He was completely naked except for an armbinder holding his arms behind his back. A flat, micro chastity cage kept his cock like a little clitoris between his legs, his big scrotum hanging down below it, gradually rubbing against the floor with every thrust of her cock down his throat.
“You like this, don’t you slave?” She asked, a gagging sound was his only reply.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. “Come in!” The Governess yelled, still fucking her slave’s mouth without any pause in her tempo.
The door opened and a big, burly man stepped inside. He too was naked but for the cage on his cock. He bowed himself before the Governess.
“Governess,” he said, “the plane will be landing on the island in fifteen minutes.”
“Oh!” The Governess replied. “Thank you for reminding me, Robert, I almost forget! I need to get out to the runway and meet my guest.”
My coming home fantasy lately 19M
After long hours at work, i want to come home to my mommy dom and curl up beside her on the couch like a cat or submissive girl would. Ill undo my tie and take off my shoes and everything and just relax with her for a while. Unless at her request i take off everything and get changed up or something. As she runs her fingers through my hair and combs it, or draws her fingers on my skin, she can slowly push my head down to get down on her. She might let me cum after her orgasm. Afterall, good boys dont cum…
In the Closet, Chapter 2 [mm] [Incest] [Brother/Brother] [Gay] [Sissification] [Humiliation]
[Chapter 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/ybm210/in_the_closet_chapter_1_mm_incest_brotherbrother/)
***ZACH***
“Your plans suck,” I snapped as soon as the door was open. “I almost got fucked.”
“Yeah, you said that over text. But what happened?” Ellie let me in and followed me eagerly as I stormed to her room. I threw myself on her beanbag and sighed heavily, running a hand through my walnut brown hair. She assumed her usual spot on her bed, patting the mattress excitedly. “C’mon, spill.”
I double checked that her door was closed before taking a breath and glaring at her. “I’m serious. He almost stuck his dick in me.”
Her eyes widened in surprise. “Wait, how did that happen? That wasn’t part of the plan.”
“Yeah, no shit, ‘cause nothing ever goes according to plan,” I muttered. “He came in drunk and I freaked. I just wanted to call off the whole thing.”
Thoughts of last night came flooding back, unwelcome and guilty thoughts. There was a wadded-up, cum-stained tissue in my trash that was a direct result of the events that had transpired. And I didn’t wanna think about it.
“…And?” Ellie prompted. Jesus, I was daydreaming about him.
Miguel, Kate and I (MMF)
This story is about how I (M) came to share the love of my life (F) with my best friend (M) and how it became something more for the three of us.
I met Miguel in middle school. His parents are from Honduras, but he was born here. Both of us had always been big guys and we bonded over the wrestling program at our school. Also over our shared obesity complexes. We weren’t really that obese, but sometimes teenagers exaggerate things.
I spent a lot of time at his place and his parents made me feel like part of the family. His dad made a gym for him in the basement and we would work out a lot. His uncle Carlos, who is a physical education teacher, taugh us many things and over the years we both turned into beefy muscle beasts. After all, it was in both of our families DNA. We all tended to have strong body complexions.
We grew up to be 5’11” (me) and 5’10” (him). I’m white with dirty blonde hair and he is dark skinned with very typical native features on his face. Both have big chests, big asses, big arms.