It’s hard for me to accept my newfound kink in the beginning. I am a strong woman. I don’t need a man’s validation and I don’t tolerate any disrespect. I am a treasure and I demand to be treated as such.
Why then, do my knees go weak when I hear him call me a little cock slut? Why do I yearn to be shoved to the floor and forced to take him in my mouth as he sees fit? My body aches to feel the burn of his strikes while I lay splayed out over his knee. My neck feels incomplete without his hands, or even better, a collar. I want to be brought to the edge over and over until I’m begging for release. I want to be hurt. I want to be scared.
It takes me a while to accept this. I am a lady. I am elegant. I must maintain some dignity. Even in the bedroom. The sex I engage in is never bad. I don’t have time for bad sex. I just know, in the back of my head, I yearn for just a little more.
My orgasms come easily. I know how to bring myself there and I know just how to buck to achieve this with a partner. Maybe though, just maybe, I want someone to make me work harder for them. I have about five or six a session. I think I’d like to have him rip each one of those away from me right before they’re achieved. I think I want him to make me beg. I might even want him to make me cry with frustration. Maybe one orgasm will hold the same weight as my six when he decides when they’re allowed.
It takes about two years in total until I accept this part of me. It takes another year until I am proud of this part of me. I understand now that though I long to be degraded, it’s I who allow this to happen. I have placed myself under his heel. He will never hurt me more than I want to be hurt. When the game is too much, I have the magic word to make it stop. The real truth is, that though I want him to brand me and make me his, he does this because he’s so wholly devoted to me. He is my dom just as much as I am his sub.
This is not a hierarchy. These are two roles that require the other to balance. This is a dance that I choose to be a part of.
Category: eroticliterature
Kidnapping of the Sword Siblings | Finale | 1F, Multiple M, Kidnapping, Non-consensual
With her hands now free, she let them dangle freely for some seconds, feeling as though she’d never take this feeling for granted again. “Get to work,” the ring leader says to her in an assertive tone, as he came over and slapped the back of her head.
She reluctantly got to work, going through the motions of a hand job, then a blowjob. Matty was completely soft, but the attention to his penis certainly got blood rushing there. He was a virgin before this night, with minimal female attention throughout his life. Jessica refused to make eye contact and either closed her eyes completely, or she looked at the cock, or anywhere else in the room. Matty on the other hand, couldn’t look anywhere else other at his sister, with her lips firmly around his head.
Matty was well endowed, much to Jessica’s surprise. This was the first time in his life that anyone other than himself had everln touched his cock. Whilst he would have rathered it be someone he could tell his friends about, he thought that beggars cannot be choosers and at least his sister was hot. As she began to suck, the men started talking between them as they were casually jacking themselves off.
A Sexy Beach Adventure [FM; outside; reluctance]
It was a warm summer afternoon and Claire decided to go to the beach. The sun was bright, and there were few clouds in the sky. When she arrived at the nearly empty beach, she found the perfect spot and laid out her large, blue towel and began rubbing sunscreen all over her pale skin. She paid extra attention to the top of her breasts and her white stomach as she was wearing a new bikini and didn’t want to burn. She quickly realized that she had left her water bottle in the car. Deciding to leave her towel and sunscreen, she made her way back to the car. When she came back, she saw a man laying out in the spot claimed by her towel!
He had brown curls that cut along his jaw and cut a striking form as he laid out on her towel. She froze for a moment before finding the courage to approach him.
As she approached him, she leaned over him; her green eyes searching the edges of his dark face as she decided what to say. Her pink breasts bounced back and forth as she asked the man to move. He looked at her freckled face and giant doey eyes, while her gorgeous, round tits nearly touched his face, and apologized and moved over, a smile in his brown eyes.
After he moved, she settled back down and laid on her back to soak up the sun. She took a few deep breaths, working to calm herself after the uncomfortable confrontation. After several minutes, she turned to look at the handsome man. When she looked over, she noticed, for the first time, the rather large bulge in his pants. Blushing, she quickly turned away but she couldn’t stop thinking about his bulge.
“Maybe next time” [short] [FemDom] [F M] [Teasing] [Edging] [handjob]
As you laid on top of me I could feel all of your little bumps and imperfections of your princess-like hands travel so slowly and teasingly through every inch of my already excited body. I was sweating so hard with the simple thought of your beautiful hands being in control of my whole soul and body, and you knew…
You perfectly knew how much my body couldn’t resist getting teased by those hands…
As your hands got closer and closer to my already hard cock and my breathing got heavier by the minute you knew how easily it was for you to be in control of everything, I couldn’t fight back, I couldn’t resist, all I could do was hold in.
I closed my eyes and travelled trough all the toughs I could think of my life, praying I could think of something else to not make me cum. I could feel your hand began stroking my cock so calmly that I couldn’t think of anything else but in that motion that your hands were doing, those strokes that had me at the edge of exploding with every time your fingers touched my overly-estimulated glans.
Good fare Affair [MF] [Cheating]
The steam rising from both plates had slowed to a trickle. It rose languidly from the now soggy carnitas, slithered it’s way through the rough chopped romaine, scaled the snowy peaks of craggy feta, finally dissapearing behind the glow of a withered candle. “So much for date night,” I said to nobody, then stood, shaking my head. Would it even matter if she were here?
Canned lights shone down on spotless countertops. My OCD urged me to clear the table as well, but a low burning anger stayed my hand…leaving the untouched meal would be my own personal passive agressive dick slap when she rolled in at midnight. I opened my phone and sent off a quick text: -Thanks for the help Romina, – then headed off to shower.
The bathroom mirrors were just beginning to haze around the edges, when the reply came. I took my hand from the shower door and eyed my phone. Probably my wife, texting to say she’s going to be out late with the girls again, but my curiosity, aka phone anxiety took over, and I checked.
-Hope the recipe worked out well for you. Hope tonight goes even better. Romy-
The Wedding [MF]
There’s something about wedding that brings out the best in couples and makes everyone want to show their love to each other. I’m not sure if it’s the wedding vows, the dancing, getting dressed up, or just the general vibe of weddings, but my girlfriend always wants to fuck afterwards. This particular night, she decided she wanted wear a tiny black dress that was skin tight and short enough to make a priest blush. Her brunette hair was curled and laid just passed her shoulders and she wore some nude heels.
I was wearing a blue suit, white button up shirt, and brown shoes. As we were enjoying cocktail hour, she adjusted my collar and told me how handsome I looked. I smiled and said she looked smoking hot in her little dress. She pulled me down to her level and whispered in my ear, “I’m not wearing any underwear.” My heart skipped a beat and I replied “easy now, your gonna make my cock hard. She laughed and said “that’s the idea.” I told her “well yeah but not right now in front of all these people.”
Embrace of the Goddess Part 7 [FF] [Mind Control] [BDSM] [Corruption] [Modesty] [Fantasy]
Chapter 7: Rella & The Demon
Rella
Dust flew through air as the stack of books in Rella’s arms tumbled over the desk.
“Goodness,” whispered the young woman. She looked around the private study room in the library but didn’t spot any of the dryads that roamed around to help people. She pulled her veil aside and carefully coughed into her fist before putting the veil back in place. Then she quickly went about picking up and re-stacking the four thick tomes she brought with her: Maloth and Azora, The Twin’s War, The Age of Darkness, and In Defense of Chastity. She had been through these books before, but her research was coming up short. She didn’t want to disappoint Iriel and admit that no one had done much work in recording the workings or worship of Maloth. Neither did she want to admit the other possibility: that someone had destroyed all those books.
“Are you alright?” sang a voice from behind her.
Rella spun and caught sight of one of Iriel’s liberated dryads. She was conscientious of keeping her eyes up, looking straight into the nymph’s eyes. Her skin was a pale and sickly green — especially in contrast with her shining verdant eyes — and her hair was a lush and wavy red.
Step Sister Corruption Part 124 – Day 76 Sabrina Contemplates a Question (fiction, M/F/F, d/s, teaching, step siblings, con)
*Gabe*
I looked at the blushing girl and repeated her statement, “You want to be free?”
Sabrina looked at me as she blushed; she nodded in confirmation.
I tried really really hard to not laugh at the vulnerable girl after she had unknowingly fallen prey to Kel’s selfish ploy of introducing Sabrina to Lilith’s Elixir and subsequently allowed herself to answer her body’s yearnings not paying attention to her more moral thinking.
I looked at her and spoke, “So you’re asking me to show you how to be *free*?”
Sabrina looked at me and spoke, “Well not you specifically but all of you. I want to see what it feels like to be free.”
I lightly chuckled and held up my hand, “Sorry I don’t mean to offend but it’s not so much as *being free*. It’s more of accepting and being comfortable in your own skin.”
Sabrina looked at me and blinked like what I said should come natural to her. She looked at me quizzically, “What if I think I’m comfortable in my own skin?”
Ok this time I couldn’t contain myself as I laughed my ass off.
This Is Definitely…New… PART 1 [FFFF] [Futa] [CWAD Volume 3] [Friends]
My alarm beeped loudly as I awoke from a sound sleep. My roommate walked over and turned it off.
“Jeez, do you ever wake up?” She said, annoyed. She picked up her bag and left. She always got ready early so she could hang out with friends before class. I didn’t mind. I got to get ready in private, which I liked a lot since I don’t like changing in front of women. I guess I’m weird like that.
I laid on my back and stared at the ceiling, trying to wake up. I rested my hands on my stomach and noticed something…strange.
I felt my crotch and almost screamed at what I felt. I threw the covers off of my bed and got out as fast as I could. I pulled down my pajama pants to my knees and that only confirmed my fear.
*What the fuck?*
Hanging from my waist was a penis. I’m a girl. See the problem?
I panicked, I had no idea what the hell to do with myself or how to handle this situation.
My Brother’s Friend [MF] [Voy]
*Back in first year at University I had an early experience that started me thinking I may be somewhat voyeuristic. The thrill of being caught in a compromising situation started to grow in me and over the years I came to realise that I liked to be watched, or at least seen. This is the story of how I got my first taste of that rush.*
*One thing to point out is that when I started university, due to the timing of my birthday I was actually only seventeen which means that some of the earlier experiences I’d love to share with you, I am regrettably unable to. The story below happened during my return to my parent’s home for the Christmas break in first year, which was shortly after my eighteenth birthday.*