Here’s What I Think About Vanilla Sex [D/s] [Cuckolding] [Femdom] [Denial]

I have to admit, there have been moments where I’ve thought about having sex with a sub. Though I’ve never acted on it, the sight of a man helpless in bondage, eagerly awaiting orders while his body throbs against his chastity cage is enough to send me into a frenzied spree of perversion, lust, and desire. It’s unlike me to be so out of control, so wanton, but the wetness between my thighs is undeniable. In extenuating circumstances, I reach for what’s familiar—mystrapon. I fumble with the harness, look at my manicured fingers and consider removing it. Releasing you from your bondage and revealing my soft, soaked lips. In my dreams, my hands are shifting towards the keys. In reality, I’ve already switched on my vibrator. Vanilla sex is for real men and unfortunately baby, you just don’t cut it.

There are plenty of men I’d like to have sex with, and even more that fantasize about having it with me. In short of becoming an escort I’ve had to learn to curb these desires. Or rather, how to satisfy them while continuing to taunt, tease, and deprive my partner. In so doing, cuckoldry has become a most beloved fetish. Think of how easy it is to emasculate a man whose closest contact to your cum is sucking it out of another man’s condom. How humiliating it must be to experience your Mistress’s orgasm only through the man you see delivering it. Perhaps most cutting, knowing that you financed the entire scene.

[m,F] [Fiction] [Self-harm] [Rape] [Trigger Warning]

Sulky Caden had been labeled by society as a bipolar sociopath with limited social skills. In his mind, he didn’t give a fuck about opionions… but on a subconsious level, everyone does. Stemming from a sense of rebellion, the teen painted his nails black and occasionally lined his eyelids with black liner. He was emulating the personality he had developed, and his internal struggles seemed to show on the outside. His “look” communicated the darkness that culminated inside of him.

Caden rolled his lined eyes as his mother dropped him off at the psychiatrist’s office. She gave a half smile as she waved goodbye to her son. Her smile didn’t meet her eyes. She like a nervous wreck.

“Honey, I’ll be back in an hour! Take your time. And remember to tell the doctor about what’s going on, we are all worried. Very worried, sweetheart.”

Sweat [MF]

She sweats profusely. I notice this first when we go running together. Her sweat slicks down the hairs on her arms. It forms patches which spread until her top is saturated with wetness, uniformly drenched.

Later, we fuck. She sweats just the same. It is most noticeable in certain places. Her armpits are hot and slick. Beads of sweat on her face. My hand slides on the small of her back.

The smell turns me on. Watching her pant and pinken turns me on.

I make her go on top, riding me. Our bodies are frictionless, sliding over one another. Normally skin catches on skin, pulls a little as bodies rub together, like velvet. Not with her. She’s lubricated with perspiration. I can barely grip her. She fucks energetically and she drips on me. *Her* sweat dries on *my* skin.

Afterwards, when I lick her ribs, she tastes like the ocean.

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*As with all my filth, this is cross-posted* [*on my blog*](https://www.lascivity.co.uk/)*. Cheers!*

Humiliating start to our Anniversary weekend.

A old friend of ours, came over early one morning on his way to work. I had the day off i was sitting in the livingroom have a coffee as i was the first one up and was trying to keep quite so the Mrs. could get some extra sleep in when i saw his truck pull in to the driveway.

I quietly got up and opened the door anf stepped out and pulled the door behind me and asked ” good morning, what’s happening, everything okay?” He reply with a shit eating grin.. and Said “Everything absolutely fucking great, just want to drop by and say hello… and unload some needed pressure that’s been building up!”

I stood there, in a disbelief almost in shock on that statement, he put his hand on my shoulder as he walk past me, “she up?” He asked.

I felt my head shake in a motion that anyone seeing would understand i just clearly said “NO!”, to hear a response of; “thats fucking great, talk to you later and can you make me a cup of that coffee to take with me when I’m ready to leave!” He spoke with excitement and authority in his voice as he entered the house.

Taylor’s Journey through Space, Chapter 1 [MMF] [Fiction]

Two Months Later:

It was so much like Earth. Taylor Walker stood beneath the thick tent awning Major Perry had set up for her lab and stared into the lush valley stretching out before her. The humidity had peaked; thick and heavy for midday, causing her to strip off the outer uniform shirt she normally wore. The light grey undershirt was much cooler, more comfortable in the growing heat. She wished she could strip off the uniform pants as well.

She stared around the deserted area of the camp they had set up. Ivan and Mike would be gone for hours yet, searching the surrounding forest and hoping to meet up with other members of the four teams that had entered the atmosphere with them weeks before.

The magnetic disturbances from the planet weren’t apparent from space, but the minute they had entered the atmosphere, all electronics had gone haywire. It was an unexpected development, as there had been no problems with the unmanned robotics sent in for years to take samples from the planet.

Deep the voice the deeper in (M/F)

I was never one for surprises, but any surprise he gave me I melted for. I sat alone at my desk in the near complete darkness. Tonight was a full moon, so light wasn’t much of an issue at my desk which was pressed up against a window. When the moon was out I worked on my art, doodling and sketching my next project. As the a cloud would roll across the moon obscuring it’s like I could barley see the hand in front of my face, let alone what I was drawing. Clouds came and went as I sketched then would break and just allow myself to exist. I watched as a cloud began to roll across the moon, one big enough to make me consider going to sleep. As I watched the last bit of moonlight disappear in a wave across the field out my window, I could feel him standing behind me. The second the shadow reached my window and the paper on my desk mixed with the darkness of night, I felt his fingers brush against my throat. The moment I felt his thumb press into the side of my neck he clasped his hand around my throat and pulled me to my feet. He slung the chair across the room, locking his lips around mine. In one swift motion I went from an oversized sweat to completely exposed in the time it took me to open my eyes from the kiss. He pushed himself into me as I bent at the hip, pressing myself up against the glass. The cold glass pressing against my bare breasts as he began to kiss my neck. I let out a soft moan, as he responded with a low moan into my neck. It seemed to reverberate in my throat as he did. “E-Ed… please” I whispered. He turned me around to face him as he began to crouch down, as he grabbed my bit and throw me up. Instinctually I wrapped my legs around him to catch myself, landing the above his abdomen. His breathing became deep and heavy as I clung to him and began to sink my finger nails into his back. I felt his hand press against the front of my pelvis, as his threw me onto the bed. Within seconds he was on top of me again, his hand slithering around my throat. I watched as his hand clasped on the head board, I heard the wood begin to creak under the pure strength of his grip. I looked back in his eyes, and he began to enter me. My eyes rolled to the back of my head in utter bliss, I heard the bed beneath us begin to shift with every thrust of his hips. He sounded like a demon crawling out of hell as he growled loud enough to silence thunder. I fought with every fiber of my being to not make a sound, as to hear every deep primal sound he made. With in a minute he had thrusted the against the wall as now it banged against the wall in rhythm with his hips. I myself had moved from half way up the bed to being inches away from the head board. I dug my fingernails into his chest as I felt myself begin to build, I opened my eyes to match his eye line. As I see both of his hand wrapped on the head board as the speed and power of his hips only builds. The moon begins to re-emerge from the cloud as I began to see the marks I left on him as his knuckles are white from there fixation on the headboard. I see the room start to fade as my eyes cross and I begin to raise myself into him, I bite into his color bone. My body begins to go limp as his more than growls but almost seems to scream in victory, a scream that would give anyone nightmares of a demon growling in satisfaction, as he finishes following me onto the mattress. He clutches on to me as he rolls over pulling me on to his chest. I listen to his rapid heart beat in my ear against his chest, as the other listens to the sweet rhythmic sounds of his guttural moans and groans.

Evie’s Date (MF, D/s, mdom, fsub – 2,621 words)

**EVIE’S DATE**

By All These Roadworks (2020).

Evie had never had much luck in romance. She met nice guys, she dated them, she got as far as sex – and then the problems would begin. She never seemed to get very aroused. The men would think she wasn’t interested – and the truth was, she kind of wasn’t. She wasn’t asexual – she wanted sex – but her pussy just never seemed to get very wet when the time came. The men would politely back off, and the relationship would end. They clearly thought she was frigid, and Evie began to think that they were right.

Eventually, Evie’s friend Shauna, frustrated, set Evie up on a date with a man named Julius.

“Shauna, I don’t need another date with some guy,” Evie complained.

“Give this a go,” urged Shauna. “Julius is… different. If it doesn’t work, I’ll stop hassling you.”

And so Evie found herself dressed up, nervous, waiting on a stool at a cocktail bar for Shauna’s mysterious friend. She had come early, and now regretted it, as she was filled with pre-date nerves.

[MF, CNC, Rough] Taking Everything from a Naive and Thirsty Slut (#4)

[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/iwm60c/mf_cnc_tease_taking_everything_from_a_naive_and/), [Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/iwphff/mf_cnc_rough_oral_taking_everything_from_a_naive/), [Part 3](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ix41rn/mf_cnc_rough_forced_orgasm_taking_everything_from/)

#Part 4: Pussy or Ass?

As James worked her over, the sights and sounds and even feels of Marie wrapped around his fingers forced his cock to harden again. It had already enjoyed her little mouth, now it wanted the other holes.

When he decided he’d denied himself long enough he also realized something else.

He ripped the panties from Marie’s mouth and threw them on the floor. They splashed down making a disgusting sound when they hit the tile, confirming how soaked they’d really become from the combination of what cum juice she hadn’t sucked off and what saliva she’d just deposited.

His other fingers were still in her pussy at that moment, deep in her pussy just flexing on her g-spot, almost out of gas themselves.

“Tell me bitch, have you ever cum like this before?”

Marie shook her head gently from side to side…

He grabbed her jaw again and held it firm.

“I can’t hear you, Marie. Say it, tell me you’ve never cum like this before…”

She thought to herself: *well it’s no lie, I’ve never cum like this, or maybe at all before.*

Cum Play [MF, true story]

She’s rubbing my cum all over her clit.

We just fucked like animals. Minutes ago, I was licking and sucking on her clit while she worked my cock down her throat. I explored every curve of her wetness while she swallowed every inch of my stiff member. She gagged for air before going back to force more down her throat.

Then we got up to feel each other the way we should.

I laid her on her back, brought her knees to her chest, and gripped her throat before plunging into her. Her eyes rolled and breath escaped with each deep thrust in her womb. At first I hammered away with the intent to leave her beaten, sore, and thankful.

But then I changed my tempo. This was a big load and I wanted her to feel every stream as it was sent into her. I pulled her legs by my shoulders and felt her tits bounce with every push. She begged me to cum. She knew it was coming and wanted it in her.

When I was ready, I let every drop flow out and seep into her. I pulled out slowly so i could coat every wall and inch of her insides with my seed.

Drunken Shenanigans [MF]

My wife went out for a friend’s bachelorette party last night, and I suspected things would get pretty rowdy.

“I’ll be on my best behavior,” she promised.

“Just don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” I joked.

She was dressed to kill: sexy, tight dress, full makeup, stilettos—the whole works that would tantalize any man. My wife is a stunning brunette with a petite hourglass build and every bit of her was on display.

To be honest, I hoped she would indulge in a few drinks, as it secretly turns me on when she gets a bit too boozy for her own good. She did not disappoint. As the hours progressed her texts became increasingly misspelled and incoherent. Later in the night, around midnight, she snapped me videos of her and her friends taking shots, and I could see her eyes were glassy and she was sporting a very crooked smile. Definitely drunk as hell.