Learning the power of submission [M/F]

I was sure that he purposely made me angry so that he could tell me that I was “so sexy when I was mad.” Although I loved when he complimented me, I was far too upset to take it in.
He attempted to touch me but I snatched away from him.

“You are so fucking sexy when you’re angry,” he slowly emphasized each word.
He looked at me fiercely, taking short breaths; it was like he might pounce on me any second.

I told myself not to cave. I promised myself I wouldn’t reward him again for starting a fight just to get me worked up because it got him worked up.

“Shut up,” I rolled my eyes, “leave “me al…” He put his finger to my lips interrupting my words.

I pulled away and backed up which he seemed to get a rise out of. He bit down on his lip, trying to contain himself and sighed deeply.
“Mmm,” he basically growled stepping closer to me, “I’m going to fuck you so hard.”

I wanted to contest, to say no, not this time, driving me crazy is not foreplay.

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Used by the Gladiator: My Shameful, Dirty Descent into Wenchdom – Chapter 1: The Private Arena Box Seat (fantasy erotica) [M 50s, F 30s][voyeurism][masturbation][public nudity][cheating][fantasy]

Even from my private, curtained box seat, high above the dry, dusty arena floor, I could see the sweat gleaming on the toned bodies of the warriors below. I felt a tight rush of pleasure between my thighs. Their skin glimmered in the sunlight as their muscles rippled, each thrust and parry sending a shiver of excitement through my body. *I haven’t been touched in so long*, I thought with a frustrated groan. My husband had been at Court for a month and I ached for satisfaction.

Not that I had ever been particularly satisfied when he was here.

I wondered what he would have thought of this, of these hulking fighters, garbed in ragged loincloths, spiked platemail, chain tunics. Some fought with axes, some with swords or whips; all seemed deadly. A hundred different styles from a hundred different places, a hundred different men and women here to prove themselves in battle.

He would have found it barbaric and pointless – and a risk to even be here. I could hear him in my head, droning on about Family reputation and the importance of decorum and how nobody respectable would be seen at the arena. *Well, that’s why the boxes have curtains,* I thought with a laugh, toasting to myself.

Memories of Spring Break 1994

It was 1994. I was just 18 and still in high school at the time on a family vacation down to Florida. We were staying with my “Aunt” Becky and her family at their beach condo. She wasn’t really my aunt, she was my mom’s best friend from childhood and i’d known her my whole life. She practically raised me with my mom. She wasn’t blood, but she was family. She was 36 years old at the time and was an extremely active woman. She ran half marathons and biked and had even been an aerobics instructor in the 80s. She was a fit and attractive woman whose body type had probably done more to inform what I find attractive in a woman. She looked a lot like Lynda Carter, the actress who played Wonder Woman in the 70s. Dark hair, small waist and wide hips, and a huge pair of tits. I’d had a crush on her for as long as I’d been aware of the concept of physical attraction.

The day my best friend relieved me for the first time [MF] [Outdoor] [Handjob]

A little bit of backstory: I (25m) met her (28f) a few years ago while bouldering. We quickly became friends and climbing partners. Since then, we had several climbing vacations together in her campervan. She usually sleeps in the van while I use the tent that we always bring.
After some years we both grew tired from our jobs. We decided to save some money and quit to discover Europe, and it’s climbing-destinations. We’ve been travelling for a few months already when this story begins.
All the times we travelled together, it was clear that we were just friends. We never talked about it, but we also never hooked up.
All of this changed on a warm spring-day in France.

D is for Double penetration [MFM][+18][threesome][oral][anal]

Before you judge me, there are three things you should know. Firstly, I’m not in love with Drake Dunn. He’s not my soul mate. We’re not star-crossed lovers. It’s strictly physical between us.

Second, although his dick may not be the biggest or most impressive to look at, he most certainly knows how to use it. It’s like having that old, well-used sex toy. You can’t say why you prefer it to others, but you keep going back to it time after time, after time again. Satisfaction guaranteed, every time.

The third thing is, if you don’t set out clear, firm boundaries, if you don’t tell him not to do something, then as far as Drake Dunn is concerned, it’s on the table. Like, for instance, the time he had me bent over the kitchen table. I thought he was going to fuck me doggy style, but then I felt his cock forcing it’s way into my tight, little virgin butt hole. If I hadn’t have ended up enjoying it so much I would’ve been mad. But it’s as I said, satisfaction guaranteed. Every time. Otherwise I probably would have grown tired of his shenanigans by now.

My Wife, His Property (Ch.03 New Sensations) Part 1 [M24] [F21] [BBC] [Cuckold] [Hotwife] [Interracial]

How far would you go for your deepest sex fantasies? Would you let it change your life? Would you let it change your marriage? Would you risk your perfect relationship with your wife or girlfriend, just to fulfill your wildest sex dreams?

Well, I’ve loved hotwife & cuckold erotica for a long time, but I always separated my fantasy from reality. It wasn’t until I met my now wife, Olivia, that I started thinking about incorporating my Fantasy into my life.

Although there are many women who want an open relationship, my Olivia is the exact opposite. She comes from a conservative religious family, and it has always been important to her to keep her body count low, just like her father taught her to do.

To be honest, she hasn’t had sex with anyone else besides me. I was her first kiss, and I took her virginity.

That’s why I’ve always been aware that she would react rather reluctantly to the idea of being shared. Still, I couldn’t stop thinking about what it would be like if she were my hotwife.

Eventually the day came, when I decided, that my fantasy should be part of my life and not just a fantasy.

Hooking up with the hot punk high school girl from the grocery store, Part 8. Liz and I have anal for the first time. (M22/F18) (anal) (oral)

Liz spent the night at my house on a Friday night. The next morning, she said, “Do you want to go downtown? Have some food and walk around?”

“That sounds fun…let’s do it.”

We took the train downtown to a trendy neighborhood, had some brunch and then wandered around. It was a cold, winter day, but the sun was out, and it wasn’t windy, so it was nice walking around. We walked everywhere with my arm over her shoulders and her arm around my waist or holding hands. Liz always looked hot and cool in whatever she was wearing. Today, she had on some black, low waisted jeans, tall black boots, a black and white horizontal striped shirt and a black leather jacket. With her beautiful face, bright red hair, dark makeup and piercings; she drew a lot of attention as we walked around.

We went into a record store, browsing through all of our favorite bands. We couldn’t really keep our hands off each other. Mostly just innocent, hand holding or hugging, maybe a kiss on the cheek. Sometimes, maybe grabbing each other’s ass. I was standing behind her, as she perused some CDs, with my arms wrapped around her from behind.

My gym crush, pt. 4 [MM] [20s] [femboy] [straight to gay]

[pt. 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/11xpnin/my_gym_crush_pt_1_mm_femboy_20s_masturbation/) | [pt. 3](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/11znmt3/my_gym_crush_pt_3_mm_20s_masturbation_femboy/)

Alex knew he shouldn’t have messaged that guy. It probably creeped him out that someone at his school saw him and then called him out.

But there were other dynamics that Alex couldn’t make sense of. He’d definitely seen that guy at the gym before and noticed him checking Alex out. Like—every day. And he seemed genuinely excited when he realized who Alex was.

Plus, the guy was posting in a ton of gay subs. So maybe he was attracted to women and men but not femboys?

Whatever. He seemed weirdly transphobic anyway.

>It’s cool if I’m not your type. I promise I won’t be weird if we run into each other at the gym

He sighed and opened up his dating apps. After swiping through a few profiles, he stumbled on someone he actually knew. It was Ryan, a guy he went to high school with. He was hot, played on the college’s baseball team, and was combatively straight—or at least that’s what Alex had thought. Ryan had had a reputation for making perverted jokes, tossing bits of paper into girls’ cleavage, and being a bit of a slut.

The Whore (Story #2)

Emily played wistfully with my cock. Her head was perched between my legs and the rest of her body sprouted out in a prone position on my bed. She was bored. Flicking my dick back and forth across her mouth and then routinely making a low growling noise and using my hard member to distort the noise at it came out. During one such vocal outburst, she accidentally let slip a slight belch, and I cast my eyes from show I was watching down to her.

I was seated against the back headboard of my bed. The particular exercise that was going on was something I had devised in the weeks since I had left Emily lying completely exposed across my office desk. I had let her stew in the thoughts of the experiences from that encounter, and I wanted to see if she would be true to the orders, I had given her.

“No one sees you naked,” I had said. “And no one penetrates you”

When I said the words, I didn’t really think about the link between penetration and them seeing her nude. She had reminded me that in most cases a guy would have to see her nude in order to penetrate her. I tried to explain that sex was possible without a guy seeing her nude. She protested, then had a eureka moment.

Unexpected MMF

“Come on, baby, I need you inside of me,” Jemma pleaded. Her heavy breasts heaved as she breathed in and out. Greg’s right hand was between her legs, his left hand stroking his cock.

“You know we can’t. Aiden is sleeping in the guest room.” Aiden was Greg’s college friend, in town for the weekend. Aiden was everything Greg wasn’t. Ambitious, successful, with a cut physique at 35. Greg has a decent job, was in average shape, and happy to just live his life.

“I’ll be quiet! I promise. Just give it to me baby, please,” Jemma continued, “there’s nothing quite like that big dick of yours. Greg smiled. It was true, Greg’s one alluring feature in all that averageness was his thick 7.5 inch cock. Jemma’s hand didn’t fit half way around it. “You’ve for me all worked up and my pussy is ready for it. We don’t have to go hard! I’ll be quiet.”

Greg knew he couldn’t resist. He rolled over on top of her and slid deep inside of her. “HOLY FUCK YES!” Jemma screamed as he slid past her deepest parts. Greg’s eyes went wide “Jesus Christ, you said you’d be quiet!” He whispered.