[M33F36] Addicted To His Control – Part Two and a Half – (scent, worship, breath, collar/leash)

For all their antics, she still had not felt Peter’s cock in her pussy, he had never fucked her. He had driven her insane, but they still had not had intercourse. As she crawled, she wondered if tonight would be the night.

As Peter walked behind her, he picked up a sweaty shirt from his bag, and brought it along. His cock was pouring so much precum, it left a clear trail to match the grool dripping from Suzanne’s cunt.

Finally, Suzanne was at the foot of her own bed, leashed and ready to obey.

“Hands and knees, face down.”

Suzanne quickly obeyed, turning away from him and putting her face to the floor with her ass in the air.

Peter took his shirt and put it on the floor beneath her face, an inch from her nose and mouth. Again, she could smell him, the scent was perversely intoxicating. She had never craved every aspect of someone so completely.

Peter kneeled behind her, and said “you’ve been a very good girl Suzanne. You earned something special.”

[M33F36] Addicted To His Control – Part Two (scent, worship, leash/collar, light hypnosis)

(The premise of this story is consensual domination involving a high level of control and obedience. Although not discussed, there is a safe word and no one is being coerced. Reddit didn’t like my formatting so it’s broken into two parts.)

Part Two

After her first submissive experience, Suzanne [F36] knew that Peter [M33] controlled her. She laid in bed before work, wishing Peter was present to choose her clothing, to make her breakfast, to remove all choice and discretion from her routine. She gently rubbed her pussy, wishing that his warm cum was leaking from her, and that she could savor the flavor of his powerful seed on her fingers. She had never felt this before, this draw to another person. It was as if Peter opened a door inside her, and she had finally discovered her true purpose.

Almost every day, Peter told her “submission is a constant choice. But once you submit, I will make every choice for you.”

Suzanne watched the clock at work, counting the minutes until she could return home and meet Peter. She never knew what each evening would bring, but she was ready for whatever he chose.

A Couples Journey Past The Vanilla Sex Life – Pt. 1 [M30/F31] [27F Voyeur] [Married] [Bar] [Public Fun] [Bathroom Sex]

It was my lucky night. My wife had decided to wear her sexy sheer blouse out to the bar without a bra underneath. I know it doesn’t sound as risqué as the type of things you see in a porno, but we’re not really the wild couple. Not that we don’t want to be, but we’re slowly migrating from the vanilla sex life of a new couple into the realm where we start to feel comfortable talking about our fantasies. And this was always one of mine. I don’t know why, but the idea of her standing in the middle of a dimly lit bar in her see-thru clothes. It wasn’t the idea of flashing everyone at the bar (although maybe that would be hot.) It was more about the fact that you wouldn’t really notice unless you looked. The fact that someone could see with a little effort was what really underneath, her wonderful tits are like a treasure. I’d be able to know who looked by the fact that they wouldn’t stop staring.

Me and my wife’s friend Part 10 [M30, F30, F30] <cheating> <doggy> <blowjob> <friend> <couch> <living room>

Chapter 7: Samantha (continued)

I was trapped under Samantha. I was in my pajamas, and she was in her undergarments. I was sandwiched between her and the couch.

“What…?” I began.

“Shhh,” she said. “Don’t make noise. I don’t want to wake Anya up.”

Her hips were moving up and down, stroking my body. I could feel that down there, I was starting to get excited.

“Bianca told me about your night with her,” she whispered in my ear.

Ofcourse! They were best friends. They tell each other everything.

“What did she say to you?” I asked. I was curious what Bianca actually thought about our time.

“That you were exactly what she wanted. Someone who dominated her, told her what to do.”

“And?” I asked.

Samantha giggled. “She said you were a bit too obsessed with her boobs. You were grabbing them every chance you got.”

I looked down from her face to her boobs. Her boobs were struggling against the resistance of her bra. I had the sudden urge to unhook it and let her boobs hang. ‘Not yet,’ I thought.

The time I slept with my Boss, who is also my roommate… (F24, M28)

I got home and sighed, pressing myself against the back of my bedroom door and kicking my shoes off. I could hear my roommate enter the house not too long after, the apartment door slamming shut like it always did when he came home.

It was becoming increasingly harder to deal with him, given that he was also my direct supervisor at work. People were beginning to suspect a relationship, which was not true, and all I wanted to do was crawl under my covers and pretend it wasn’t happening, at least until the next shift I had to work.

I stripped down to a teeshirt and underwear, curling under the covers and blasting the heater on in the corner of the room. The moon was glistening into the room, covering the wood floors with a cool blue hue, and I listened as Ethan played music off his phone and started the shower in the shared bathroom between our rooms. I would have preferred my own bathroom, but beggars can’t be choosers when you have a limited budget finding apartments in the city.

[M/F][late 20s] The Date – A Car Ride Gets Intense (oral)(sex) (part 2)

Part 1: [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/wpboo6/mflate_20s_the_date_a_car_ride_gets_intense/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)

At the door, I couldn’t get the key in fast enough, especially with her chest pressed to my back, her hands around my waist running up my thighs and over my cock. When I finally got the door open, I pulled her inside and pressed her to the wall. Slamming the door closed with my foot, my mouth was on her neck. Kissing. Biting.

“Yes! Yessss!” She moaned, her arms around my neck, pulling me to her.

She lifted one thigh up onto my hip and I wrapped my hand under it, squeezing.

“Fuck! I need you so bad, Em!” I groaned.

“Then fucking take me,” she said, her eyes on mine.

That made me growl as I stepped back, shrugging my jacket to the floor.

“Where is your room?” She asked, watching me.

“Fuck my room! I’m taking you right fucking here and I pulled her to me by her hands. She sank her body me, our lips finding each others’ as we lowered to the floor, embracing. Sighing. My hands caressed her back, feeling the fabric of her dress tight against her skin. Her hands were on my shoulder and the back of my head as we kissed. Now kneeling on the ground, I slowly lowered her onto her back.

[M/F][late 20s] The Date – A Car Ride Gets Intense (oral)(sex) (part 1)

Repost, because tags.

Her hand was in my lap, stroking me through my slacks. One of my hands held the wheel steady while the other had a firm grip on the inside of her thigh. My mind was split between what her hand and mine were doing and driving as carefully as possible.

Emily and I were on the way home from a date. I had on the only suit I owned. Something I’d purchased years ago for a wedding or a funeral. I couldn’t even remember anymore. It was charcoal gray, slacks and a blazer. My shirt was a button down, navy blue and open at the collar just below my beard.

She was much more put together. She wore a short, sleeveless, black dress. Tight, it hugged the curves of her body. High-necked, just a hint of cleavage peeked out where the black of her dress ended and her soft pale skin began. Beneath her dress, her legs were wrapped in black stockings, stripes running up the thigh. Black Doc Martens and her purple hair were the final punk rock touches to the outfit. Her makeup, as always, was dramatic and bold, eyeliner and dark red lipstick.

How my ex-sister-in-law became my FWB [M34/F24] [fictional] [penetration]

Note: totally fictional, made up fantasy of mine. Descriptions of people are real, however, just with changed names.

Following my divorce from my now ex-wife, it took a few months to get back to the single life. Threw myself into my work, working crazy hours, while also picking up a few hobbies, both old and new. But, the social part of life was throwing me for a loop. Luckily, I had a few longer coworkers that would invite me out on the weekends, and when I didn’t have my kids, I would gladly join them at a bar for a couple hours. I didn’t drink, but still enjoyed being with them, and even trying to remember how to flirt.

One such Friday night, hanging out at a bar none of us had ever been to, I was surprised to see my ex-wife’s youngest sister at, hanging out with her friends. Katie was almost the black sheep at the family. She married young, was divorced within a year due to her cheating, and was going out drinking and partying on a weekly basis, much to the distant of her LDS parents. Despite a ten year age difference in me and her, we got along well, since I tried my best not to judge her, and just let her be herself around me.

” Take on the Heavens. ” Chapter 3 [F 4billion, M 4billion, Monstergirl, Masturbation, Wholesome]

If you find any spelling or gramatical errors I’d appreciate if you told me about them. Also, if you have any ideas on how you think I should continue this, that would also be appreciated. :)

Links to the earlier Chapters:

[Chapter 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/vcaoqa/take_on_the_heavens_first_version_fm_monstergirl/)

[Chapter 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/wa9as8/take_on_the_heavens_chapter_2_f4billion_m25/)

xx The Third Chapter. xx

In the dead of night Luci awoke. She didn’t know why, but knew that someone was waiting for her. It wasn’t the priest, it wasn’t the young man, it was someone else. Something else. They were at a city nearby so Luci took flight. In a few minutes she was there. A church was calling to her and she knew the “someone” she was seeking was there. She thus didn’t heed her inner warning and distaste for god. The city below was quiet. A few lights were on, but mostly on street corners and such. The church towered over the rest of the city. White colored, made from clay. The cross adorning it did not stop her, for her power had become too great. And soon it would increase even more. As she made her way inside she saw him. On the loft standing with his arms crossed on the banister. The church was empty except for him, and her. She flew up to him and stood beside him.