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Anything can become a fetish, I guess.

I needed to put my hair up in a ponytail because it kept falling in my face. I asked one of the girls at work if she had an elastic I could borrow. She pulled one off her wrist and handed it to me, apologizing because it had some hair tangled in it.

I didn’t think much of it, thanked her and put my hair up.

She complimented me saying I looked good in a ponytail. That stroked my ego! I’m in my 50’s and she’s probably 23 – 28 and cute. She’s just the kind of girl I liked when I was younger. Tough, sassy, loves guns…

Anyway, after I let my hair back down, I saw where her hair was wrapped around a spot on the hair tie. The strawberry blond color contrasted with the black fabric.

I found myself fetishizing this elastic and the tiny scrap of her hair.

I won’t let myself fap to it, she’s too close and it would get awkward if I let myself go that far. I’m sure I’d get hard every time I saw her.

I have it on my wrist like a bracelet right now.

Her Office Pet, Part 2 [BDSM] [femdom] [kidnap] [work] [torture] [real] [F40/F34/F36]

“Now pull up your pants, and go,” she snapped at Leah. “And write your personal email address down on this piece of paper before you leave, I need to send you some basic rules so we don’t end up doing this over and over.”

As she sat at her desk and watched Leah pull herself together enough to walk out of the room, she couldn’t believe she had just beat her employee with a leather strap right here in her office. As she sat there, she replayed everything in her mind, not just the morning, but the past few days. Almost unconsciously, she leaned back in her office chair and slid her hand up her thigh, under her leather skirt. She couldn’t believe how wet the panties she had just put on had already gotten. As she thought about the way she could feel the heat radiating off Leah’s backside with each stroke of her strap, she slid one finger inside herself, then another. She was rapidly getting to the point of no return when she was interrupted by a knock on the door.

“One second,” she said as she dropped back to earth, opening her laptop on her desk. “Come in.” Read more »

15 Years Later Ch 21, 22, & 23 [M/F/F/F] [All characters 18+] [Mdom] [Fsub]

# Breaking the Bitch (Kyle)

“Kevin?” Laura and Rachel shout in unison.

Kendra’s too busy basking in the glow of the third orgasm and sucking my cock to react. She probably doesn’t even hear anything we’re saying.

“Quiet.” I take a deep breath, filling my lungs and fighting off the burning ache inside them. “Water. Now.”

Kevin comes out of hiding and actually goes into the kitchen and brings me back a fucking water. He’s wearing pajama bottoms with pictures of Family Guy on them. *Why the fuck would he wear those? Does he just not think about his actions ever?* I have a pair with ninja turtles and a pair with Batman, but they’re jokes. They’re meant to be cute or silly, not manly or sexy. I would never wear them on a night I wanted sex. Simply said, Kevin’s actions continue to confuse me. *What the fuck did Rachel fall for?*

“Now fuck off.” I twist off the lid and guzzle over half the bottle in one go.

Kevin heads up the stairs and hunkers back down in his hiding spot. I realize I don’t actually care if he watches, but I care if I know it. Read more »

Sweetest of dreams

I dreamt you were just in my bed, you’d come to spend the night.
You lay next to me and whispered in my ear about wanting to experience the things with me.
You wanted my mouth on you.
You wanted me to taste you.
I kissed your neck and ran my hand down you, touching your erection. I could feel the heat radiating from you.
I stroked you under the covers.

You hesitated before kissing me. Like you weren’t sure if it was the right move. Putting your hand on my cheek as I moved into you, closer, you kissed me.

I moved your hand so you were touching yourself while I began to touch myself. We held eye contact, touching ourselves with my lips at your erection.
I kissed down you, putting my mouth on every inch of skin I could find.

I took you in my mouth. You moved your hand from my cheek to my head. Twisting your fingers in my hair.
I used my lips, my tongue, my mouth to make you moan.
I watched you close your eyes, sink into the feeling of me between your legs.
You raised your hips to meet my mouth, thrusting into me as you held my head.
You whimpered as you got close, your breathing becoming heavier. Finally, letting out a moan as you came in my mouth. Fingers still wrapped in my hair. Read more »

The OnlyFans Girl, Part 9 (MF, Slow Burn, Lots of Tease, Ongoing Story)

*Part 1 can be found [HERE](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/wm1o25/the_onlyfans_girl_part_1_bg_slow_burn_lots_of/)*

*When a law office intern discovers that a fellow intern is one of his favourite new OnlyFans performers, a ball begins rolling that will bring a boring summer of paperwork and coffee-fetching into an avalanche of sexual adventure. This story was originally written in small chapters, of which 41-45 are presented here.*

**Chapter 41**

You set Gemma’s foot down, preparing to lean in and start kissing her as you lounged on her bed, only to get interrupted.

*Knock Knock Knock.*

You sighed, and Gemma sighed. “Who is it?” she called, clearly annoyed.

The door opened and the extremely pretty-but-boyish person who you hadn’t gotten a name for stuck their head into the room. “Hey, everyone decent?”

“Decently annoyed,” Gemma said.

The person smirked and entered. “Hey, sorry, we didn’t get introduced,” they said to you. “I’m Becca, the other roommate.”

“Hi Becca,” you said.

“Look, both of you, I just wanted to say I’m sorry about Lucy. No excuses, she was being a bitch. Gemma, I hope you know this but Charlotte and I wouldn’t go back on your sublease or anything like that.” Read more »

28 [M4M] NV. Red Light District 💜. (The Kingpin’s Wife 💜.)

Hello there 18+ or 20+ please. My oc is 18 years old at beginning of story or can be 22 where we start the story.

I have two prompts.

“It’s cold and I’m scared…I want out…Out of this hell..but my heart is conflicted and my mind can’t pick… God knows I love you, It just hurts being like this…”

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Your character a 30-40yr old rugged(Has facial hair or some.) masculine male is a feared renowned gang leader who owns a Brothel/club my character works at. Your character employed him at the age of 18 and since then worked for him. Your character is also in a forced engagement to some lady but he’s not particularly interested in it and dabbles in the life of his workers. Well my character somehow has caught your characters eyes and soon takes my character in as his personal whore along the ways he ends up pregnant. Scared and fearing for his child he runs away and just overall because he does not wish to be a mistress to the man he ended up developing feelings for. So my character has been on the run since, For 5 years avoiding your men and just everyone trying to find him keeping a low. The rp shall start off where your character has finally tracked down mines and of course sees the child and with force or not is taking him (my character) back with him with the help of his men wether he likes it or not. Read more »

Hands Free Orgasm while looking into my daughter’s eyes.

I was in my room lying naked on my bed. I had the blankets off to the side so I could stroke properly. I had the door shut. My cock in one hand & my phone with porn playing in the other. I do not recall what I was watching, but I know I was close to blowing my load.
Like, really close.
I felt my balls begin to contract right as I heard the doorknob turn. I immediately dropped my phone & thru the blanket over my exposed junk, but it was too late.
My daughter walked into the room & immediately stared asking me a question about….something.
I remember looking directly into her eyes as I had the most intense hands free orgasm of my life.
I don’t remember my answer, or much of anything else as she shut the door behind her as she left the room, completely unawares that her father just painted his bedding while looking her dead in the eye.
I do not remember the porno, I do not remember the question, or my answer. But I will never forget looking into her eyes as cock dumped its fluid with no help other then the taboo nature of it all.

Let’s Play a Game

My name is Matthew. I’m a 6’4” fit white guy weighing 190lbs. I’m a total golden retriever type guy who is into playing bass guitar and currently attending a healthcare graduate school program here in LA. I’m smart, funny, cute and disarmingly charming.

Limits would be blood, extreme pain and bathroom stuff. I want to find the most fucked up thing that turns both of us on, and lean into it harrrrrd. I’m open-minded and want to try out a little bit of everything, so if there’s something new you want to experiment with just let me know!

Now, on to business.

You want to sleep with a lot of men. Both simultaneously and separately. Ideally these men should be strangers. Even better if it’s in public and they fondle you too. You like what opening your legs for all these men says about you. It says you’re a slut. That you’re dirty. That there’s something wrong with you. And I really like that. It arouses you when you feel slutty. You don’t want to be *completely* dehumanized. But you’d like to be teased for these desires, made fun of. That turns you on too. Read more »

A Grindr Hookup with a Surprising Identity [M/M]

Everyone depicted is over 18
*****

I was scrolling through Grindr one night, mainly just looking to see who was around. I didn’t have a whole lot of interest in actually hooking up that night, but wasn’t completely opposed to it either. It had certainly happened on nights when I’d been less interested. I was just about to jump off after seeing all the usual profiles around me, when I saw a new one.

He was a very cute guy. His profile photo was of him from the waist up, shirtless at some beach or another. He was lean without being ripped and I could tell from the photo that he was tall too. He had a large, goofy smirk on his face. Intrigued, I clicked to read his profile.

The rest of his photos were even more attractive than the first, but not the overly curated way indicative of a lot of profiles. He seemed like a genuine kind of guy, judging just off of the photos. I scrolled down to read the text of his profile.

He was tall according to his stats, six feet six inches. “Just moved to the area from Chicago. Looking for some friends to show me around.” I hit the message button. Read more »