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She knew what she wanted

The door was slightly open – the security chain prevented it catching. Taking this as an invitation, I stepped into the room to another surprise. In the dim light I saw her lying on the bed; naked apart from black stockings. Then I saw her wide-open legs. The real surprise washed over me as I realised she was frigging herself with a glass dildo. She lay on the bed facing the doorway directly to give me the view between her legs. Her suggestive comment that I was just in time had me pulling my shirt and trousers off as my cock became rigid. She wasn’t for messing about. She wanted to get straight down to it. As I threw my shirt aside to leave me naked, she was on her feet and took hold of my shoulders to guide me backwards to the upright chair in front of the dressing table. She sat me down. Read more »

plaything

With our first round of drinks nearly finished I enacted a little trick I borrowed from a couple of sources. I told her I was going to powder my nose and would be gone a few minutes. If, for whatever reason, she did not want to go any further she was simply to leave the pub with the assurance I would not pursue her in any way.

She was still there when I returned. I had pulled it off that far – managing to mask my nervousness and lack of experience well enough for her to want to play. In as matter of fact a manner as I was capable of, I offered to play out a scene at my place based on the parameters we had discussed and explicitly consented to. Overcoming my surprise at how readily she accepted, I explained that she was to follow me back to my flat. If at any point she changed her mind she was simply to drive away, again with my assurance that I would not pursue her any further. I also made it clear that once inside my flat, we would be in our Dominant and submissive roles, she would be punished and I would use her as I wished – within the consensual parameters we had agreed. For her own peace of mind, she would not be tied up and her punishment would be relatively light. Future play sessions, if they happened, would be significantly more intense. I would have no qualms about pushing limits. Her final instructions were to park outside my flat, wait a few minutes and come inside. The living room door would be directly in front of her. She was to knock and wait. Read more »

The spanking she needed

A gentle knock on my door met the reply to wait until I was ready for her. Five minutes to worry about her fate. She had been here before and knew she would be leaving with a well warmed posterior. Her previous spankings had been administered by my hands in the traditional over the knee fashion. They had clearly not been effective as here she was again. The end of the academic year was on the horizon. It was time to give her a punishment she wouldn’t forget. The punishment I had been looking forward to administering since the first time she went over my knee.

She closed my office door gently and stood with head bowed. She knew I would be staring at her intently. Curls of bleach blonde hair covered her face. Her white beauticians’ tunic had been taken in to emphasise her slim waist and ample bosom. Likewise, the navy-blue trousers emphasised her long legs. With matching high heeled wedges, she was nearly as tall as me. Read more »

[M4F] Eroding My Tormentor Into Nothing

Day in, day out, the tragedy of my life, my torture continues. The torment of my very being, the humiliation and degradation of my dignity continues on from yesterday to today to the morrow and beyond. My manhood, my masculinity, my testosterone are invalidated by that woman: no, “woman” is too noble a title for her. That scoundrel. Bullying me, day in day out; mocking me, day in day out; ridiculing me, day in day out. What have I done to deserve her scorn? They say hell hath no fury like a lover’s
scorn-well, I say love has no fury like a sadistic woman. As far as I can tell,
I have not invited her to act this way. I have not performed any deed to call forth this treatment. No, this seems entirely random, as random as nuclear decay, and nuclear it is: in front of my classmates, in the lounge, everywhere I go, mockery and disdain. I want nothing more than to get my Bachelor’s and move on. No, that isn’t good enough for her. I thought such people were left behind in high school, but apparently my preconceptions were mistaken. How can I be so humiliated by a beast just one year my senior? Read more »

Dad brings a date to diner where daughter works.

All characters are 18+

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“The food here is great, you’ll love it. Plus, you’ll get to meet Ness.”

A genuine smile crossed Linda’s face. I’d been seeing her for two months and I really liked her. For the first time, after seven years of mourning my late wife, I finally felt ready to move on.

I’d convinced her to have dinner with me at a nearby diner instead of the more upscale restaurants we usually frequented. My daughter, Vanessa was a server, and I was a regular on Tuesday nights. Now that she’d started working evenings, I sometimes felt we got more father daughter bonding time in while I ate dinner in her section, than we did at home.

It was a seat yourself kind of place, so I led Linda to my usual booth, sliding across the cheap vinyl seat opposite her after she was settled.

“So, what’s good here?” Linda asked, grabbing a menu from the end of table where they were always available.

“What are you hungry for?” I let my voice rumble lower than normal and winked when her eyes looked up at me. Read more »

Now, that was a night to remember!

Fuck me, I’ve hit the jackpot.

She stood at the open door in the gentle light. I took her in as the call guiding me there ended. A jolt of electricity surged through my whole body. She was slim, with gentle curves and a small waist. High heels gave her the appearance of being even taller than my estimated five eight or so. Long, dark and very straight hair complemented her figure. A red figure hugging body tube with black stockings completed the outfit. She looked just like a girl working the streets. As we chatted online just before I left my new bachelor-pad, I had described that look as a personal favourite. She had dressed up just for me. Stepping from the car into the still night I noticed that the long row of terraced houses was in darkness.

She was smoking. As I crossed the uneven paving slabs passing for a garden she took a long drag, looked me directly in the eyes, smiled, threw the butt to my side and turned into the hallway. I closed the door gently behind us. In the dim light my peripheral vision noticed the contrast between the dark hair half way down her back and the pillar box red body tube. But my eyes were fixed on her butt. Yes – I had hit the jackpot. As she strutted to the living room her body tube emphasised the curve of her hips and the beautifully padded cheeks underneath. My cock stirred immediately. Read more »

Why is is so hard to find erotica ebooks for men?

With so much adult content being targetted towards men. It’s baffling to see how little erotica there seems to be for the male demographic.

I specifically need ebooks that way, I can listen as a work. I’ve been trying to listen to some normal erotica for the time being. And while there can be okay parts. Much of the material is so tailored towards a female audience that it’s nearly impossible to truly get into.

If anyone has any recommendations, feel free to let me know.

M/F Revenge-Forced?-Consensual?

It had been over a year since she broke up with me by text, for my birthday on top of it all. I hoped I would never see her again, even though I really loved her. Nobody can hurt you like someone you love.

The doorbell rang and there she was. Soaking wet from the rain. She looked like a drowned rat. I thought about not opening the door but that wasn’t me.

“Hey, what’s up?” I asked opening it.

” Sorry, she sobbed, I didn’t know where else to go. ”

“You might as well come on in before you freeze.” I sighed.

She came in and dripped on my floor. One of those nights when it didn’t know weather it was raining or snowing. I felt for her but wasn’t going to do anything I might regret. She took off her coat and her shirt and jeans were even wetter than her coat.

“What happened?” I laughed, “you look half drowned and smell like a winery.”

“If you only knew” she began, ” I had a date that lives near you. He came and picked me up, we went to dinner and then he took me back to his place.” Read more »

An innocent massage for my sister in law. Part 4

Part 4

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“Hey there sleepy head.”

I was jolted back to reality as I laid there, splayed out with my ankles and wrists bound and tied to my four post bed. I was being tortured by my wife Natalie and her sister Kristine. At least I was hoping that’s who it was; the blindfold wrapped around my head was tight. I could feel the cold air of the room move with every pass they made. My nipples felt like tiny little mountain peaks of granite, and goosebumps covered every inch of my cold skin like vast slopes of moguls.

“What the fuck, Nat.” I was honestly terrified. “Did you fucking roofy me or something?!”

“Roofy?” She let out an involuntary chuckle. “David, do you really think I would roofy you? Hun, I just slipped a little melatonin in your old fashioned while you were in the bathroom. Mixed with how exhausted you already were, it didn’t take much.”

“So yeah, you basi…”

“Shhhhh…” she was done hearing me speak. She had something pressed against my lips. “Open up.” Read more »