Joyeux Noël: Une Fête De Alléchante [M/F] [Dirty Talk]

A string of pearls has the power to conjure up some of the most delectably dirty desires all while having this air of timeless elegance and grace. So delicate and simple, accentuating wherever it gently lays. No matter what you decide to wear, from a simple pair of jeans and blouse to a gorgeous floor length gown, a string of pearls will always exude a subtle amount of sensuality.

Which is exactly how I felt at that moment, standing next to him as we were greeted by his boss and some of his colleagues. Everyone was very friendly and laid back, dressy casual being the choice of style for this Christmas party. Of course, there were touches of the traditional Christmas flair; red and green mixing with silver and gold, velvet and silk and lace mixing with tulle embedded with diamonds and sparkles. A perfect touch of elegance for a semi-casual get together.

[Long] [Seeking Feedback] [MMF] [Threesome] [Cheat/Cuck] There’s Something About Mason (and Krystal)

>I’ve always been told that I’m good at dirty talk, but I’ve never written anything like this or posted anything publicly before, but I’m considering putting my experiences into an e-book and publishing it, so I’d really love everyone’s feedback about this.

>If you want to be super-awesome, [I’ve made a feedback form](https://goo.gl/forms/lMuBqNfeR2qllpkj1) that anybody can fill out about the story, It’ll take 5 minutes and I don’t care about your identifying information – I don’t want it and don’t ask for it.

#**There’s something about Mason (and Krystal)**#


**Part one**

Admittedly, this was going to be my first threesome. I’ve slept with both genders and everybody in between, but never at the same time. It’s not that I’ve never had the opportunity; it’s that I’m just quite picky with my partners and when the opportunity has arisen before, I’ve just never felt ‘it’.

Whatever ‘it’ is.

Mason was an interesting guy though – he was about 26 years old and after graduating from some university with an MBA, he was through his second year of a “Graduate Scheme” for a large multi-billion pound, worldwide organisation. He wasn’t senior within the business at all, but he was certainly rubbing with shoulders he felt would get him places, eventually.

The Femdom Student And Her Submissive Professor

Prelude:
This story is that of a rebirth, a descent to Hell to know Heaven. May these words make your imagination run wild. May they excite you, whether you are a Femdom Mistress or a sub. Live the life or fantasize about it….you choose.

The Beginning of My Journey Into Submission
Two months had gone by since I started teaching an Investigative journalism class at the university. During this time, I was trying to remove any stereotypes students had about our profession that most people believed about journalists. I graduated from the school of journalism here too and was a happy college student who enjoyed the leisure events Syracuse had to offer. I was in charge of teaching two classes, three hours each and had 30 students per class. The majority of the students dreamed of becoming the next Megyn Kelly. Some would never become good journalists and others would quit within the first year of their studies. By this time, I had my favorite students. Michelle was my favorite student of all.
She was brunette with tan skin and wasn’t the most beautiful girl in class, but she was the one that exuded the most energy. Michelle was also the only one I could not stare at too long before she looked right through me and saw my most shameful secrets. In my opinion, she was absolutely brilliant. She knew how to write and tell captivating stories with her powerful words. Michelle had a sidekick, Jessica. Her roommate from what I know. Redheaded with a body and face like Gianna Michaels, I often masturbated to the thought of them wearing the most sensual outfits like in a Femdom tube in the evening in my hotel room.

Downing Abbey – Chapter 13

**(Abigail)**

While July was the time to rock pencil skirts and sleeveless blouses, I felt the need to hide more than ever. There were only a handful of initiates who I shared my private encounters with, and my parents were certainly not on that list.

It’s been three weeks since we spoke, and if I was being honest that made me feel an inch tall. I tried to keep a weekly schedule, but somehow a phone call with them was always pushed into the “optional” category. Sitting cross-legged on my living room couch, I grabbed a blanket and dialed their number, and it almost rang out before mom picked up.

‘Well if it isn’t our Apples. See Stan, I knew she’d call soon. Your dad thought you’d forgotten about us honey.’ Her voice was a balm for me, and I snuggled closer into the throw rug.

‘Mom, don’t do that. Don’t make me feel even more guilty than I already do,’ I murmured into the receiver. I wanted to give her a hug and then tell her all about Luke – one was impossible and the other . . . well I didn’t need that kind of overbearing protectiveness all over my ass right now.

Naughty or Nice? [M/M, light fantasy, light bondage]

**Getting Into the Season**

Francis Binot shook his wings. As a gargoyle, they were always the first sign that he was getting tired. He stretched them out with a groan, feeling fatigue being to harden them. He either needed another shot of the café’s espresso, that would hold the sun’s effects at bay, or head to the rooftop to sleep.

“Here.” Basil Dimas landed to sit on the high ceiling beam next to Francis, a small cup in one hand and a string of garland in the cupid’s other hand. Francis could hear and feel the flutter of the other man’s feathered wings even if he couldn’t see them through Basil’s glamour. “We only have a few more things to finish up, but I figured you could use a pick-me-up.”

Francis inhaled the strong scent of espresso wafting to him and making his wings flutter at the pick-me-up. He took the cup, feeling the sweet warmth against his taloned fingers with a grateful nod to Basil before settling on the beam as well. Feeling the stony stiffness in his joints soften, he sipped and looked down at all the hard work they’d put in.

[mffffffffff] Amazing Fantasy Comes True

It was a fantasy I’d had for a long time and finally it was going to happen. It had been a couple of months planning but it was about to happen that evening. I couldn’t wait. Everything was in order, I arrived in New York City the night before and had hired a nice spacious, modern apartment. Now I just had to wait for the girls to arrive.

So what’s the fantasy? Well a while back I saw this amazing Czech porn video. One guy and a room full of girls, I wanted to recreate it. I’d been chatting to a number of NYC girls online and 10 agreed to the idea with the promise of $200 each. My dream was coming true.

Big dark beard

(Comments are very welcome! My first actual written story)

… he would come in twice a week to that small restaurant on the fishing dock where I was serving that summer. I noticed him first time he came. He was tall, medium built, had sureness in his stride. He would clutch a new book ever time. He had a wind of strong masculinity with gorgeous lush long black beard tidily sitting on his chest. His hands suggested a fair share of physical labour, I’d stare at them when I took his order because they made my lower stomach tighter and I was afraid to come across too flirty if I’d stare at his eyes. Over the summer we did have few small chats that took all my mighty stay simple and not overly interested.

Summer ended eventually and there was a party in the restaurant, mostly for all seasonal workers who were departing the remoteness in search of more profitable employment. I went outside to have a cigarette and take a break from alcohol that kept appearing in my glass and there he was, standing there, smoking, as if he was waiting for me to come. I stared at him surprised at his presence. He stared back at me, reading all my infatuation that I was not able to hide.

The Tent (MFF)

Day four of Country Jam 2017 was by far the best! The shows ended with Toby Keith and then lots of drinking! I was drunk, but not too trunk to walk. Apparently too drunk to remember where my tent was though, albeit it was very dark. 3:00 AM and I had had to pee, but now I was lost. Up ahead I finally saw my tent, and went and climbed into my double sleeping bag next to my sleeping girlfriend. She stirred and rolled into me, and I felt that she was naked, a change from when I had left. Then I felt her hands on me as she started pulling up my shirt, and I figured that she had gotten horny while I was gone and was wanting to pick up where we had left off earlier, much to my enjoyment. Soon I was naked too and she was on top of me, my penis easily sliding into her smooth cunt. As she rode me in the darkness I reached up to grasp her breasts and I instantly started. The woman on top of me had pierced nipples. My girlfriend didn’t, I would know as I was sucking on them several hours before. I was now wide awake, and in the darkness it became obvious to me that I was in the wrong tent fucking a complete stranger. She sensed me tense up and seemed to know what I was thinking, whispering in my ear that everything would be OK and that Janet would be back soon. I had no idea who Janet was, but I figured that this mystery women thought that I was there for Janet and had ended up with her by accident. While she whispered this, she continued to ride me, her naked form barely visible in the darkness. A breast was at my mouth, and I opened and let it in, sucking for the first time on a pierced nipple, my tongue playing with the metal stud. She was good, and she managed to keep me on the brink of almost being ready to come. I finally felt the build up start when I heard the tent zipper.

[F/MF][Cuckquean] In Charge

One of my friends called me over today. She wanted to talk to me about something that she said deeply concerned her. I knew it was serious what she was wanting to tell me.

When she came over, after she and I got settled, she told me she had been out last night, and she had seen my boyfriend when she was out, and he was with another woman. Apparently they were bumping and grinding hard on the dance floor, and later on were making out.

I didn’t know what to say. I told her I had to think about what she had told me, and that I had to be alone right now. She apologised again, and left me to my thoughts. I’m certain she thinks I’m devastated right now.

But the truth is, every word she told me turned me on. I had to get her to leave as I had to pretty much masturbate right there. Hearing how my beloved was caught by someone I know… oh god. It turns me on more than I ever thought.