“What’s your name?” Part 2 (MF) (Rape fantasy) (mdom) (Female ejaculation)

(Here’s Part 2. I hope you enjoy it. Again please feel free to let me know what you think.)

You are instantly awake and aware that there is a man who just slammed his cock into your hole.

Your eyes try to adjust to the dim light, your brain tells you to scream. Your pussy says that it feels so good being completely filled, stuffed to the max. I wait, still buried all the way inside of you.

Your eyes finally adjusting to the light, you see that it’s the man you’ve been fantasizing about since your first saw him. You are surprised but pleased to find out that your rapist, is the man you’ve been aching for. You were dreaming about him using you in this exact same fashion. Which is why your pussy was so wet. You softly speak, “I was just dreaming about you.”

The desire in the air from both us is thick. You start gyrating your hips, which gives me the the space I need to slam back into you. You scream, I put my hand over your mouth. I tell you in a deep, quiet voice, ” I’ve been thinking about this moment all night.”

MOM AND HER BIKINI

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Ironically, I was studying for my orals when Mom came in from shopping and flapped the little scraps of fabric in my face. “What do you think?” she crowed. “Isn’t it just perfect?”

“What the heck is it?” I asked. All I could see was a couple of thin bands of yellow fabric on a plastic hanger.

“It’s my new swimsuit, hon.” She sat down at the kitchen table and looked at me cheerfully. She was in a much better mood than I’d seen in years…ever since Dad died five years ago, in fact. That was good to see.

I looked at the little scraps of thin cotton again. “That’s a swimsuit? I think they forgot a few pieces.”

She stuck her tongue out at me. “It’s a bikini, silly.”

I leaned back and looked at her. “A bikini.” Look, my Mom is a well-preserved 45 and all, but she doesn’t really have the body for a bikini. And from what I could see, she’d bought one meant for a toddler anyway. “And what about your one-piece? It’s nice.”

He likes to tease me in the bathtub (Mf)

I stand up in the bath, rinsing the warm water all over my thirsty body. Suds of soap drip into the tub as the late evening sun pounds through the window. I’d just got back from his office, squeezing in a quick workout as he finished the Tate Case. The bath was to try and get all the sweat and aches out of me but I am feeling a little more adventurous than just the usual wash, a little more risque than the usual shower head over my breasts. 

Through the steam I hear the handle on the door creaking, the slow turning motion drawing my ears to the sound as I hear his loafers on the floor. The door closes and he clears his throat. 

“I liked what you did with the papers today, I’ve never seen them neater on my desk.”

My body shivers a little with his deep baritone voice as he steps closer to me, I know he’s fully clothed, I won’t be able to touch him properly until he has my hands flailing over the edge of the bath tub, my nails digging into the ceramic with several orgasms flushed out of me. He made the rules, I followed them. That’s the way it is. 

“What’s your name?” (Mf) (rape fantasy) (mdom) (female ejaculation)

(This is my very first attempt at writing erotic literature. Please feel free to let know what you think.)

I was invited to a house party by a coworker friend. I agreed to attend, knowing that I wouldnt know anyone else there. You are a friend of a friend of a friend and we absolutely do not know each other.

A bunch of people are out in the backyard standing around a fire. I walk outside and see you instantly standing at the fire.You are facing away from me, so I have a great look at your gorgeous ass. I scan your body up-and-down and feel a twitch in my pants.

As I’m walking up to the fire you look at me and I look at you and we make eye contact. As I’m walking around to the other side of the fire, I can feel your eyes scanning my body.

As we stand around the fire drinking and laughing and telling stories, we continue to look at each other up-and-down just taking in each other’s bodies. Then for some strange reason you get pulled away from the fire, you head back into the house. I didn’t see you again for the rest of the night.

Shame On Me [FF, Fdom, Humil, Inc] (Part 2 of 2)

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I awoke next morning with an odd thought…I never looked in on Sarah before going to bed. I always looked in on her, and it bothered me that I could be so thoughtless.

I immediately went to her room…her bed had not been slept in. Downstairs a note, she was good at leaving them.

>Mother where are you? You didn’t come home from work. Heather phoned and ask me to come over and stay the night…that’s where I’m at. Why didn’t you call? – Love, Sarah

Jesus, I didn’t even call. I totally forgot. And the groceries, I had left them in the car. Ice Cream, milk, all melted and spoiled.

I made myself a cup of coffee, downed two aspirin…finally allowing my previous night of lust, and its possible consequences, to play thru my mind.

As hard as I had fought my new found sexual cravings I feared I was losing the battle. But teachers and students at my daughter’s school fraternizing…having abnormal sex…I couldn’t afford to be a part of that. But I was a part of it! Somehow I knew, in my weakest moment, I would succumb, no matter how shameful and depraved it might be.

Shame On Me [FF, Fdom, Humil, Inc] (Part 1 of 2)

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“Jack, where are we going?” I asked. “You said if I went to the movies with you tonight you would bring me straight home. This isn’t the way home.”

“This will just take a few minutes,” Jack laughed. “You’ll love this. I haven’t visited this place in years.”

“Jack, I have to work tomorrow. Unlike you, I work for a living.”

“Hey, don’t get personal bitch. I work. When I have a job I work. Anyway, we’re here.”

The car turned up a winding dirt lane ending in a wide opening overlooking the city. Four or five cars occupied the self made parking area.

“Jack, this is a make out spot for teenagers. Why the hell would you want to come here? Let’s go…I have to get home.”

Jack found a space and turned off the motor.

“Put out or get out baby,” he smirked.

“Wow, real juvenile Jack. Put our or get out? Real funny. Now take me home.”

“I’m serious Kelly. We’ve been going out for a month and you’ve put off every advance I’ve made. I’m getting a blow job tonight or you can walk out of here. I don’t give a damn. One or the other. What’s it going to be?”

24 [M4F] Girls my age just aren’t as much fun…

Would love to explore the age-gap dynamic with a role play partner, short or long term. Any situation where a girl is significantly older or younger (18+) is fascinating to me.

A couple of scenarios where I/you could play either role:

•Teacher & student
•Boss & employee
•Parent & child’s friend
•Parent & friend’s child
•Older/ younger neighbors
•Older/younger gym acquaintances / personal trainer

Some other ideas I’d be open to incorporate:

•Race play
•Dom/sub
•Rough sex
•Cuckolding / infidelity
•Misogyny
•Anything else taboo that I’m forgetting

Open to role playing or just discussing ideas!

Friendly Competition (MF) (voyeur)

I had thought a cruise where I didn’t have to pay for anything (thanks to my parents) and having one of my best friends, Chris, in the same situation would have been great. On the first day, the reality set in that two 19 year olds on a family trip was kinda boring. Too old for any of the kids things, too broke to gamble, and too young to drink at the bars that held a 21+ age. We snuck in rum, but still, we were bored.

Middle of the second day, we were wandering aimlessly, killing time until we decided to start drinking again and clinging to silver linings of a bored but free vacation, when we stumbled across a girl stuck in our similar situation.

Imani was cute. She was short with milk chocolate skin, and wearing a bright colored bikini that drew your eyes in toward her defined curves. She appeared to be taking a break from relaxing by the pool to get drinks for her and her parents. We went over to say hi by the bar and introduced ourselves. Rather than feeling awkward at our approaches, she was very friendly and agreed to meet up later.

If you’re looking for Satiated…

You’re not going to find it.

I’ve taken all the stories down. Mods took a few down before I personally removed them as well, and I questioned their reasoning and I admit that I do wholeheartedly agree with them. I wrote the stories not really expecting to draw such a huge audience, and I wrote them mostly for myself. I’ve mentioned it briefly but I am a young woman (of age) myself and the stories were written in my mind with myself as the main female character. The descriptions of my first main female character were an exaggerated description of myself admittedly.

Some of the feedback I received on the stories that made light of the sexual abuse and talked about making it a reality really disturbed me, but I never did anything except respond angrily in a comment, when I should have taken a hard look at what my fantasy content was normalizing and taken it down. One comment mentioned that I should proceed with the story by her going to college and them still continuing what they were doing, which really disturbed me because it brought an air of realism to the stories that wasn’t ending in consequence. It was just continuing the abuse. I’m okay with sharing this at this point, but when I was a teenager I had a man in his thirties groom me and sleep with me. I still don’t fully understand it, but I do think that experience is where my fantasies stem from, and they aren’t healthy, and I’m revisiting therapy to try to figure out why I lean into the thought of my vulnerable self being sexually abused by older men.