Training Annalise, Pt.5

(hey y’all and thanks so much for reading! This is my take on a young woman’s introduction to BDSM. Hope y’all like it! – Both myself & Annalise find ourselves enjoying each other, as new avenues are opened.)

My little pet was doing well, she was taking to the training without even understanding that she was being trained. After I played with her sex a bit more, I lifted my had, flattened it, then, keeping careful eye contact with my new sub, I started a new form of training by giving her nipple nearest me a light ‘slap’. I stared at her, ad did it again…again….and again, the last time just a tiny bit harder. I then smiled as I began to use the same hand to rub outward circles from her areola, then I lowered my mouth to her waiting nipple. She had given little surprised grunts with each pop, but not a big reaction. As I suckled that almond-shaped nipple, I used that same flattened hand to very quickly and very lightly begin to brush VERY quickly across her clit. My new sub-toy reacted immediately, giving a raising wail, and I slowed and stopped, repeating the same process on the other nipple. By the time I was at her clit this round, she was looking at me with a bit of a grimace, and I when I started she began the long moaning wail all over again.

Training Annalise, Pt.4

(hey y’all and thanks so much for reading! This is my take on a young woman’s introduction to BDSM. Hope y’all like it! – Annalise pushes her boundaries as she explores)

Annalise took a last look in the mirror. The royal Blue Bikini with string tie bottoms was a sexy one indeed, especially as really showed off her prominent butt. Her friend Veronica had once commented that they should run a pic of her ass in this under Reddit’s “Hungry Butts”, but that was never Annalise’s thing. In fact, she had been too shy to wear this in public, and it surprised her “Old Man”, so to speak, knew about it. The workers had the glass in the front window and that was great, she was just thankful that they weren’t around to leer at her. Her Nipples were protruding in the strapless top, and it was a bit unnerving. She knew she looked hot in this, but what was unnerving was that she found herself a tiny bit excited as to what the day might bring, and she did not know why.

[MF] Lusty Chanel wants creampie

It was a hot summer’s day few years ago when this took place. I had just recently graduated from University and had decided to take the summer off so I could hang out with friends and party.

On this particular day, I was riding up and down the winding back roads of the small town that I lived in at the time. I was bored and looking for something to do. My “something to do” came in the form of a text message at around one in the afternoon from a friend named Chanel-well friend really wasn’t the right word. She was more of an acquaintance really. All I really knew about her was that she was friends with a girl that I had been banging for most of the summer. She was also smoking hot and had really big tits too. Evidently they lived in the same rental house and they were really good friends. Chanel was also recently divorced.

The text message that she sent me asked what I was doing. I told her that I wasn’t really doing anything and she replied by saying that I should come over and hang out with her. I had to read the text twice because I wasn’t sure if I had read it correctly.

[MF] Butterfly [stranger]

Butterfly

How could I have known that I would hit me like this? There were only few things that would have given him away. Sure, his youthful energy, his light-heartedness and his contagious, kinky smile. But quite some people have that. What really caught me off guard was that he also would touch my very soul. A part inside of me that usually is very difficult to find. This darker spot inside of me started to tingle without warning. It blew me away. His every word moved their way inside of me. Into my brain, my guts and even between my legs. It felt as if he were playing me like an instrument. I started vibrating deep down – soul and body.

Suddenly I felt this need to analyse his every movement, every tiny little move of his lips and his eyes. God. He looked good. So fresh, so young and so mature at the same time. But everything was so fleeting, so minute, as if I were observing a butterfly. I wanted to hug him. Kiss him. Where did that urge come from? Has this always been inside of me or was he doing that to me?

Training Annalise., Pt.3

(hey y’all and thanks so much for reading! This is my take on a young woman’s introduction to BDSM. Hope y’all like it! – Annalisa discovers a new side to herself)

My pet lay against me, gasping. I held her, still impaled on my cock, and worked to match her breathing. Yes, it was there. This was the best part of being in control. It was her orgasm, but she clearly understood it was at my doing, and that was the goal. Now to check & push a potential limit.

Annalise like that her Man held her, and she had to admit, that his cock, while smaller than before, was clearly still stiff. Just as she was thinking she had her second wind, she felt him moving.

Although he slipped out of her, she felt as though she somehow just ‘knew’, and moved with him, letting him reposition her. She was now on the couch, and He was above her. Annalise was not used to men producing a second orgasm from her, she had only had that once, and needless to say, she wasn’t expecting that, although in fairness, she wasn’t expecting the first one either. Annalise was silent as she stared at him. She was clearly in for more, though she knew not what. But she was VERY content to allow him to position her to His liking. What was this? A bit of…rope? She had only read about this, but *he* clearly wanted it, so as a result she *wanted* to experience this at *His* hand.

Training Annalise, Pt.2

(Hey y’all and thanks so much for reading! This is my take on a young woman’s introduction to BDSM. Hope y’all like it! – I know the first one was the ‘slow burn’ but as you’ll see, it really gets rolling here!)

Annalise was in a near trance-like state. This entire experience seemed so very surreal, it did not actually seem to be real. Her day so far had been a rollercoaster of emotions, and she was ending it by selling herself to a dirty old man! As she stood, she told herself ‘just go with it, A, you can do this.’ To her surprise, Annalise found the old man not drooling, or leering at her, or any of the perverted things one would expect. He did have a look of total concentration, and all of it was focused on her. Oddly, she found a tiny part of her liked that, if not finding comfort in it.

As Annalise unbuttoned her blouse, she could not help but wonder what on Earth caused her to take a quick shower and change into other clothing. for this? Her bra and panties really weren’t anything special, just a matching pastel cotton set, but her darker skin showed thru them, and she liked that. She also had simply pulled on a nice little buttoned-down blouse, and she fumbled a bit in nervousness as she removed it.

Training Annalise, Pt.1

I sat on my porch, looking at the Garcia’s front window across the street. Windows, actually, and wow, were they ever broken. Burst out from the inside, and a piece of furniture laying on the front porch, to boot. The Garcia’s had left earlier that very day, going somewhere, maybe on some kind of vacation, and had left their daughter, Annalise, in charge. Normally, it would have been a good call. Afterall, Annalise was the kind of daughter dad’s wished they could have. Top of her class in academics, part of numerous clubs, just the all around “It” girl, and I had noticed in the local news that she even had a full-ride scholarship to some ivy-league school, which would be starting in a few weeks. So it was quite a shock when she had a “Post-Grad party,” that had gotten out of hand. Apparently, two boys got into some kind of fight, and the front-porch damage was the result. My front-facing security camera had gotten all of it, and even now it was catching Annalise trying to get it cleaned up, but she very clearly had no idea what to do.

[F4M] Are we sure she works here?

Quinn moved around the room, setting down bottles of water in front of the various executives. The woman was completely out of their usual league. Oh, she had the amazing curves, but her personality, her style…. They were so out of the norm that when she was suggested as a possible replacement for the secretary, people were a more than a little skeptical. She was not exactly professional. Even now, in her pencil skirt and white button-up blouse, there was an edge to her that would not be hidden. The skirt was made out of leather, the heels she wore had spikes coming off the heels. She had a leather choker wrapped around her pale neck and a silver ring glinted from the right side of her nose. The violet dye of her hair was pulled up into a bun. Add in the heavy black eye makeup that made her gray eyes seem otherworldly, and the way her button-up gaped far enough to see the several straps of her bondage-inspired bra crossing her chest. She looked like a rock star playing pretend secretary. Yeah, she so did not look the part… But at the same time, that made her all the more appealing.

The white wolf and the petite hiker (part 4)

who knew what time of year it was, who knew what day it was. little Lynn barely knew anything anymore except that she was very close to birthing a new species all together, a species of wolverines. Not quite wolf, nor human.

Oh and the sex, that wolf’s dick had made little Lynn lose her mind more often than any human could ever hope to achieve, she was absolutely in love with how full it made her feel, the wild animalistic speed at which her wolf lover thrust that massive dong in her tiny twat, just made her feel so euphoric.
It was early one morning when she felt a. Pussy cramp for the first time, what was happening was all that went through her mind, but then the realization of it hit her. Her water broke and she had to lay back in the side of the cave wall
She was giving birth. Her heart fluttered at the thought of meeting these pups only after 3 months. Fuck, she’d been living naked in a cave with a wood animal for 3 months, that was crazy to her, and now what was even more crazy was that at 26 she was about to birth some kind of animal.

Diary of an Affair – The First Meet Up (4)

After a few days of rain, a warm front blew through town and I wanted to get outside. At least that was the excuse I was going to use to get outside. For the last few nights, I waited in the bedroom and no flickering light. I was getting cagey and wanted to get back to my new routine. After dinner and straightening up the kitchen I went back to the bedroom and changed into a pair of running tights and my tighter zip up sweatshirt. I decided no bra and no panties were called for on this warm evening and pulled my hair into a ponytail. I waited to about 15 minutes before Jay usually shows up and made my way to the front of the house. I pulled two beers out of the fridge and gave them to Danny and told him I was going for a walk and asked if he wanted to join me. He smiled and said “Not after you gave me two fresh beers.” I laughed and kissed him on the forehead and walked out the front door and walked up the side of our house through two gates to the trial and waited.