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BIRTHdazess

It was her birthday and all she wanted was to see me…

I pulled myself out of bed and quickly got dressed. We met up at this club on 5th. I walked in and all the regret, the disappointment that was building up in my head. It just all went away, the moment our eyes caught each other. A rush of relief washed over me. Not just my face, but my whole body. All the pain and suffering numbed out and I was left with being content. Perfectly content…

We both gave each other a half smile and quickly walked to each other. Our hugs weren’t even hugs at all. They were like embraces, when we came together, it was almost like we sank into each other and we could hold each other’s souls.

I whispered in her ear “ you didn’t wear what we talked about earlier”.
She pulled away a little, but arms still holding mine and with a smile she said. “No, my girl friends wouldn’t let me go out dressed like that.”
I replied. “ what a shame. But you still look gorgeous”
We both smiled. It was easy for me compliment her.
I went and ordered myself a drink, she already had hers. She went back to socializing with her friends and everyone. She was good at that, always had her opinion and never backed down from a conversation. She was the complete opposite of me and I was attracted.
No, no…. I was infatuated with her. Read more »

Dark Desires Pt. 1

It had started with a mutual appreciation of each other’s photos. We would upvote and make flirty comments to each other.

We quickly moved to chatting and over the next couple of weeks, got to know each other talking about anything and everything. We had so much in common, the conversation flowed easily and I found myself grinning at my phone on a regular basis.

Our conversations were always flirtatious but let me tell you the first time we ‘sexted’ I felt like my body was on fire. I was shocked at how quickly his teasing videos and silver-tongued voice notes had affected my body, my orgasm hitting me out of nowhere, with him following quickly after. We both knew from that moment that we were destined to be together.

I stood outside the hotel room, taking deep breaths, willing myself to calm down. This was it, we were finally going to be together the way we had spoken about so many times. Before I could knock on the door, it flung open and there he was..in all his fine glory..smiling with a glint in his eye. For what felt like hours, we let ourselves drink in every single detail from head to toe. When our eyes meet again, I feel a warmth slowly spread all over my body and I bite my lip. His eyes darken and he lets out a low growl reaching for my hand and pulling me into the room before kicking the door closed behind him. Read more »

My short story series “Mr. Smith” is live on Amazon Kindle today!

I posted the unedited version of part 1,
Mr. smith: The Inception a few days ago on various outlets and it did very well.

My husband helped me with this series as it details how he confessed his desires and talked me into the wife sharing lifestyle. Initially I did not understand him or what he wanted from me, but soon after I really enjoyed myself. Still, my favorite part in all of this is when he told me he wanted to watch me flirt with other guys. It’s what made me decide to go through with his requests. It’s the sexiest conversation I’ve ever had and I detail the entire conversation exactly the way we both remember it.

I hope you enjoy the series. If you haven’t read the unedited version it’s in the list of submission in this thread.

Thanks guys
DD

Good boys get treats [sub] [dom] [fet] [shoe]

“Youve been such a good boy tonight” I say and smile down at you. You look up and you’re eyes are begging for more. I lean forward, past your face and my lips graze your ear. You feel my hands trace up your chest to your neck. “Good boys get a reward” I whisper in your ear and you feel my fingers adjust your collar. I lean back and pull you closer on your chain.

“Now, be a good boy and lick mommy’s shoe”.

Vampire Omicron: Chapter 1 – Home Invasion (Part 2/2)

New strain of COVID, I’m now a disgusting perverted vampire. I sniff and creep around my former milf boss’s house, then rape, kill, and feed on her.

DISCLAIMERS

Please read!

This is very dark HORROR. It includes absolute non-mutual non-con / rape!

These disclaimers are to help you know if my story is for you or not. I don’t want to spring things on anyone. Back out now if any of this doesn’t sound like your kind of thing!

The POINT of my writing is to combine VIOLENCE, HORROR, and EXTREME TABOO themes, trying to creep myself out as I write. This whole story is told through the eyes of a VILLAIN. If you do not enjoy very dark themes, this is not for you!

This is a work of fiction. I do not condone any of the things I write about. All characters are 18+. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental.

FETISH WARNINGS

-Death / Blood / Murder (SORT OF SNUFF, but with a twist. I mean it’s a vampire, I’m going for it, but I keep it minimal)

-Creeping around (lots of this, sorry if it’s boring) Read more »

Waiting for Dessert [M/F] [couple] [teasing] [blowjob] [comfy-self-inflicted-denial]

“Buy a house with an east-facing bedroom,” they said. “You’ll rise with the sun and your day will always start with brightness,” they said. “They were not night owls,” mused Clara as she pulled the covers over her head. Stretching her lazy muscles, she fondly remembered the evening she had with her boyfriend the day prior.

They’d cooked together, moving easily around the kitchen after months of practice living together, listening to some jazz quartet or another. James used to be a musician but as his day job took over he had become an avid listener in the evening. She couldn’t always remember names though she had to admit he had good taste.

Every now and then, in a lull between his chopping and her stirring, James would turn her to face him and press her back into the counter. His hands would start at her waist and gently explore her, looking into her eyes with love until their lips were brushing each other and opened into a warm kiss. Clara’s arms would wrap comfortably around his neck and his wandering fingers would trace patterns on her back just under her lifted shirt, or stroke the back of her neck, or pull her up to sit on the counter by gripping her cheeks. They loved to kiss, whether it was slow, gentle, emotional, or fierce, heated, and wet. Wrapping her legs around him, or pulling him into her hips, she would always feel him harden at her kisses, fueling her passion for him. Even a few moments into a soft, sweet kiss, Clara could expect a hard, sweet gesture of his body’s reaction waiting for her attention. Read more »

I’ll write a poem about your ass.

I like writing poems, and sometimes I have a dirty mind and enjoy writing more erotic poetry. I’ve written hundreds of poems and put actual effort into them. I feel like this could be fun for both of us, I get to see a nice ass, and you get a personalized piece of poetry all about it.

My poetry is detailed and descriptive, and I always want each poem to be the best. I’m challenging myself by writing specifically about an ass, so that’s new and exciting for me. This is a weird version of practice I guess!

I will *personalize* this poem, meaning it’s not just some generic poem about an ass. I’ll make sure it’s specifically dedicated to you. I’ve never tried this before, so I’m sure I probably won’t get a single taker, but I feel like it could be fun anyway!

Anyway, PM me your ass, and I’ll write a poem about it. If you don’t want to just open with an ass pic, I understand! You can also tell me specific things you’d like included in the poem. If you have no specifics in mind, then I can easily just go with the flow! Read more »

Revenge Sex on My Cheating Husband

I came home earlier than expected from a work trip. Why? Who comes home early from a work trip? When a hurricane or tropical storm or whatever grounds your flight and you’re a flight attendant. That’s who. I won’t say where I am from. Not yet. Like I said, I don’t want this getting out. Not yet. I need some advice first. Or a plan. Or a plan and advice. I need something. I’ve been good in my marriage. Really. Despite being a flight attendant, slim, and in shape, and constantly being sought after by pilots, I have stayed true. During my marriage. Not so much before that, but yeah. I’ve only been with my husband since being married. Despite the ample opportunities that have been presented. It’s true. Pilots are something else. The stigma is real. Back to my coming home early. Or is it me coming home early? I’m not sure. I’m a flight attendant, not an English teacher. Read more »

Revenge on Alyssa her ass.

You have to try and read my experiences with Alyssa in chronological order because I haven’t figured out any good titles that make a lot of sense.

From the “basic instinct” moment and everything resulting from it, the day was lost. I was sitting behind my computer obsessively thinking about Alyssa. This is what addiction looks like, ladies and gentlemen. Know the signs. Wandering thoughts, throbbing cock. Heavy balls. I feel guilty towards my employer, that my brain is not being productive. But then again, I also feel I am the victim as Alyssa is now preying on me. They hired her so it’s kind of their fault as well.

I watch my phone. Surely she’ll message me. Nothing. Nothing at all. One hour passes, I grab my phone. Nothing. I check her pictures on my phone. Lightbrown skin, I can see little goosebumps on her cute ass. These phones of today have an amazing resolution. Read more »