Massaging The Boss (MF)

Before I tell you my story, let me preface it with this. I’ve been described as calculating, methodical and shrewd. I’ve earned each of those adjectives at one point or another. This time, however, I did not begin with any ulterior motive. Sometimes fate makes things more interesting than our schemes.

It happened in Dallas on a business trip in the days before I abandoned the corporate world to pursue my creative passions. I hated these excursions to conventions and seminars. I detested the ostentatious displays of superiority as middling players did their best to appear to be among the elite. The only redeeming aspects were the free and very good food and usually opulent accommodations.

This trip was no different. After two days, I was already looking forward to the plane that would be waiting at the airport after I’d endured three more. This day was to be a little amusing, though. Snow brought the city to a near standstill. I don’t mean a snowstorm. It was what is called a “dusting” in the northern climes I’m used to. Not even enough to measure.

The hotel hallway

I saw you from across the hall way, moving room by room, folding the sheets and making the beds. A bombshell, tall with black hair, piercings, cute tits and a tight piece of ass.

The closer she gets to my door I can start to see the fading remnants of bruises and hickeys around her neck. Time will tell what happens next, I can feel my heart beating and my cock start to switch on. She’s standing in front of me with her cart next to the door asking me if I need my room cleaned.Silence, I’m still staring at last weeks passion fest around her neck. Her eyes are pleading for me. Without thinking my body reacts, my arm lifts and my hand lightly grasps around her throat, my fingers glide down along the curve of her neck…gently moving the top button of her polo shirt aside.

Lone behold bite marks, bruises and hickeys, she smirked at me. We both knew the type of people standing in front of each other. My hand had made its way to her shoulder, applying pressure I pushed her down to her knees. That familiar sound of my pants unzipping, her soft hand guiding my semi hard cock out,gently stroking it.

Biscuits (OC)(M-F)

The sound of cicadas echoed throughout the hills, reminding me of the lust found throughout nature. It had been years since I traveled that eerily familiar land. The sights and smells evoking memories both good and bad.

“Sure” a simple and concise answer to my sexual query. One that could be expected from someone as deliberate and self assured as her. Her sweet and sexy appearance combined with a no nonsense attitude always intrigued me. The juxtaposition of sweet caring and consideration against a fuck off attitude that arouses all the senses at once.

In that moment the reasons for my trip back were secondary to my long simmering feelings for her. Like Lazarus the emotions and lust rise from the caverns of my subconscious. Thoughts and memories race in a confusing dance of feelings I cannot hope to truly understand. Self doubt and unease play against optimism and hope in the mental battle for control of my actions.

Collective Writing/Roleplay

Greetings to all roleplayers! I am currently seeking female roleplayers who are skilled writers. I am looking for an advanced literate or novella literate roleplay with multiple characters (about 7 to 10 per person in the story, playing 3 to 4 characters each turn.) I am open for most genres aside from fantasy. Feel free to contact me to discuss!

To those roleplayers who might seek a roleplay based on a tv show, listed below are tv shows which I am familiar with and would be open to discuss and potentially build a story. (Note: Fandom roleplays would either be full canon or OCs plus canon)

Criminal Minds
NCIS
NCIS LA
Hawaii Five 0
Nikita
CSI
CSI Miami
CSI NY
Arrow
Flash
Legends of Tomorrow
Agents of Shield
House of Cards

Please be 18 or above.

I am open to roleplaying on Kik or Discord. Message me here and we can discuss further!

On Your Knees

He stood towering above her looking down at her face, her wide eyes glistened in the light as she looked up at him ready for his command eager to please him. She lowered her head back down at his erect member, the imprint pressed against his shorts, throbbing ready to fuck her mouth and cum all over her body. “Stay on your knees” his voice stern as he looked down at her. “Yes sir” she looked back down placing her hands on her knees waiting for his direction, his demand.

Lessons with Daddy

It was Monday, which meant that it was maintenance day. I always look forward to being put in my place for Daddy, I belong under Daddy, giving him all of the control, and fully submitting to him.

Coming home from class meant that I had a little time before he came home and I was already dripping in excitement, I just want to touch feel my wet little cunt drip for Daddy.

My clothes are already on and I don’t have much anything to do but wait in position until he gets home.

I can’t wait. I need to feel something… anything…

Technically I can’t touch with my fingers, but Daddy never said anything about the table.

Feeling the corner of the table pressed up against the little pink lace triangle covering my princess parts was enough to tease me and keep me on edge but not enough to make me cum. I know that every time I cum it is because Daddy gives me permission, but edgeing would have to do for now.

I heard the sound of your keys at the door and felt a wave of excitement at being caught revealing my slutty behaviors while you were gone.

A Game of Depravity [Part 5]

*It might have been three and a half months, but I’ve not forgotten about it this story. Bigs thanks to everyone who has stayed interested.*

Mina woke to the sound of her phone chirping. Her arm stretched across the bed, fumbling groggily along her side table only to find it barren. The twinkling tone continued as she sat up and realized it was coming from somewhere within the tangle of her sheets – right where she had tossed it the night before heading to her neighbor’s. The call rolled to voicemail before she found it.

The screen read: 5 Missed Calls.

Each was from Katarina. Daniel’s sister-in-law’s name flashed before her eyes and she promptly checked her placed calls to assure there were none outgoing from the night before. The phone had been in the bed the whole time. They could have dialed out unkowliny, subjecting anyone of her contacts her crying out as she rode Daniel, calling him sir and saying the words like ‘cunt’ and ‘fuck me.’

Pressing the phone into her head she thumped it against her brain. *Stupid, stupid, stupid.*

A knock came at her door. Mina made sure she was covered before she answered it.

The hut

Driving over the recessed rail tracks, the tyres thud against the plastic-metal-plastic combo.

I bring the car to a steady crawl, as the rain is pouring down, wipers clearing the new drops only to be replaced with more.

We pull across the road into the driveway of a place I’ve been before.

The repurposed trainstation house looms into sight and I bring the car to a stop, parking as close to the path we’re about to run down.

The host is already waiting to do the run, torch in hand, he greets us both, helping my redheaded girl out of the car while I grab the bag which I stupidly put in the back of the car.

Typical, the one time I didn’t have the back seats up, the skies open and the bag is nearer the boot.

I lean in and grab the black bag, my trusty bag that’s been with me through my teens and into adulthood. I can feel the rain hitting my back like a drumstick on a skin, I hear the rain through my body as I run towards the fading light.

Submissive Professor (20)

Jessica left two days later after our last hug. I had spent the afternoon in class and she was not there when I returned. Femdom Mistress Michelle, my sadistic dominatrix, had greeted me in a very hard tone. “My whore, now there is nothing to distract you. You have only one goal, one person to focus all your attention on: your Femdom Mistress.

Me! I intend to elevate your slave training into a new phase. But before I begin, I am leaving for a few days to see my family. So I’ll give you to Mistress Chloe. She has all my confidence and can use you for whatever she wants. I expect you to serve her as you would me. I leave tomorrow. When you come back from school, your babysitter will be here. Do not disappoint me little slut, otherwise I will not hesitate to get rid of you.”
Mistress was right. From now on, Jessica would no longer occupy my thoughts. Only I couldn’t forget about her. She had gotten under my skin and I suffered from an intense, physical withdrawal from her. It was a throbbing and permanent pain. Yet I had to forget my love for now and focus on my one duty: to serve Mistress Michelle to the best of my abilities.” To strive for perfection and meet her standards. To serve and obey her without question or hesitation.

Trials of the Buxom Trio – Chapter 3 (busty, thicc, hardcore sex, adventure throughout)

 Chapter Title – **Spells Against The Darkness**

Sylora wimpered again as she felt something hard and damp being pressed against her panties. Her beautiful face was covered in fear as she looked at Jenessa while the two brutes both held the blonde elf. One rested behind her playing his hands over her now exposed ass cheeks after tearing off her tabard. He had been delighted to find a pair of silky and lace bordered panties protecting the elf’s sweet cunt. His partner in front of  him was busy licking over Sylora’s grand bust and she squinted with every brush of the warm red organ. ‘It shouldn’t be feeling this good. I have to focus through just like Master Felgan taught me.’ She thought but the feelings originating from her tits and ass were spilling over her body, eventually meeting a point in the middle of it; right between her legs. If they hadn’t been spread open by her captors she felt that they would be rubbing together if only to increase the heat and friction she was feeling.