If there was one activity that was unpleasant for all parties involved in a high school gym class, it was most certainly Swim class. And for Alexander Malinov it was even more unpleasant, because not only did he have to coach pimply teenagers on how not to drown, he had the incessant cloak of failure hanging over him as he did it. The thirty-two-year old had somehow, unwillingly, found himself glued into the role of teaching teenagers how to practice safe sex and forcing them to run the Fitness Gram Pacer Test at 6am. Naturally, he was hated by the majority of the student population. Due to his otherwise lack of real professional education, he found it difficult to find common ground with the majority of his colleagues, too. And, truthfully, he couldn’t blame the students. He knew if the roles were reversed, and some unsuccessful bodybuilder spent several hours a day forcing him to run and then repeated it like a stuck record that he should use condoms, he would hate the son of a bitch too.
Category: eroticliterature
In the morning hours [MF] [GFD] [Affection]
*Author’s note: This is my first post here, and I was helped by* u/Lady_Appleby *in editing the story. Without her help, it wouldn’t be as good as it is.*
It is always in the wee hours of morning that he will stir. His eyelids fighting a losing battle as he rouses himself to look at the silhouette lying beside him under the covers, sharing in each other’s warmth – a small comfort from the colder temperatures of the morning.
His right arm is still wrapped carefully around her waist, while the other is stuck under her weight. She has become his makeshift cuddle pillow for the night. Her bare back presses against his chest, her breathing slow and soft.
He has tried to make more time in his daily routine for her, but it is hard. He has a career to devote himself to, and despite his best efforts, he seems to always end up doing overtime at the office. On the average day, he only drags his weary body home several hours past the typical dinner time, his hair dishevelled from the trials of the workplace. But when he sees her smiling face at the door, his cares evaporate.
Beginning of a [FINDOM] story [GODDESS] [BDSM] [SUB]
**Hello. This is just the beginning of a story about a Domme, and her encounters with her subs. I haven’t written in a long time. I hope someone enjoys it, and let me know if I should keep going :)**
Victoria’s red hair shone in the sunlight as she flipped it over her shoulder, admiring her long hair in the mirror. Her first client of the day would be arriving at her hotel room in 10 minutes. She hoped she wouldn’t have to wait for him, and she smiled when she thought how foolish he’d be to not be on time.
She walked over to the gorgeous Victorian boudoir and stuffed away her bag. Returning to the desk, she sat down in front of the mirror and made sure her lip gloss was on perfectly. Of course it was. Even Victoria’s makeup knew to obey her wishes. There was a knock on the door. She checked her watch, which read 8:55pm. Five minutes early.
“Come in,” Victoria said from the desk. She didn’t bother getting up. He had the key, he knew how to use it. “Your outfit is on the bed. Go into the bathroom and put it on. Fold your clothes and put them in the hamper. Then you may come out and sit on the bed.”
A night out
So you’re finishing getting ready in an outfit I requested before picking you up, lacy bra and panties, sexy slip-on dress, and some heels. I arrive in a fitted suit and escort you to the car opening the door and you get in. I get in on the other side and lean across you to grab the buckle but I tease you with my face close to yours. I give a quick peck and you’re bewildered, but I’m being very silent. All you know is that I sent a text to be ready in the clothes I picked out by 8pm. Your mind is stirring with the wonder of what’s going on.
You finally just ask, where are we going? All I say is, “we’re going to live out a fantasy.”
Your mind races more and your heart beats, you’re getting wet, but which one because we’ve talked of so many…
After a nice drive, with my hand on your thigh, teasing you by keeping it close but not touching your treat underneath.
We arrive at a nice house and you see it’s a party, I help you out of the car and walk arm in arm with you. Approaching the house and I knock, you see it’s a mix of various people in various states of dress. You get excited with all the sights to take in. I take your hand and begin to guide you to where drinks are and make you one, I have one in hand as well. I look you in the eyes and kiss you deeply. Ok, my love, let’s explore! I walk you over to a table where you’re seeing a woman bound to a cross, naked, being flogged and caned.
So you’re hearing her moans, you see her erect nipples, the wetness dripping between her legs. I feel your skin get goosebumps because I move in behind you, caressing your arms, you feel the erection building in my pants knowing it’s from your excitement.
Then they finish and she’s released, you tell me how sexy it was and I tell you it’s about to get better, I tell you to remove your dress. I take your drink as you undo your dress. Then as you’re holding your dress I remove your bra and take down your panties, now you’re bare in front of everyone.
I remove my jacket and roll my sleeves, I take our stuff and set it beside the cross and motion for you to come to me. Then I place your arm up and attach them to the cuffs.
Once you’re attached to the cross, arms and legs spread, restrained, I tell you that I’m going to blindfold you and then I’ll begin. You’re such a good girl for being so obedient, don’t forget your safe words!
Then as the blindfold goes on you feel all the eyes in the room, you try to let your mind clear, and I begin just tracing your skin with my fingertips, then you feel more hands, some soft and some rough, hands exploring your body but just over the surface, feeling your beautiful breasts, and those soft pussy lips.
Then as the focus changes you feel my hand begin to spank, soft but getting harder each hit, then my other hand placing itself on your throat as I tell you that I’m going to ravage your body in front of everyone.
Then you feel the heat growing on your ass from my strikes.
Then you begin to feel those other hands explore more as they begin to rub your clit and mouths begin to suck on your nipples.
I grab a flogger and begin to strike your backside, the hand rubbing your pussy now goes inward, fingers fucking you, mouth swirling on your clit. The excitement taking hold of you and the moans wanting to escape.
The sting from the flogger keeping your moans at bay, you’re getting wetter with everything going on and knowing how much I’m enjoying it. I check in with you asking are you enjoying and seeing you want more, you reply with a big nod and saying yes sir.
That’s my good girl! Then the hands disappear and things feel quiet for the moment, then coldness at your lips as I instruct you to suck and get it wet, you immediately recognize the plug. I tell you that’s enough as I pull it away. Hands assisting to spread your ass for me and I tease with circles, then gently slide it in.
I remove you from the cross and lead you to a straddle bench, I lean you over it and tie you down, whispering in your ear, now the fun begins…
Those strange hands return and you begin to feel their hunger for you, I say loudly alright let’s make this kitten purr.
Then I gently enter you, I tell you to let out all the moans you’ve been holding back. You buck back against me and want more, I keep teasing you before finally thrusting it deep and you gasp as you cum. That’s my good little fuck toy, get yourself nice and worked for sir. I feel the warmth of you running down my legs as I continue to fuck you, pulling your hair back and pushing deep in you. I pump hard and with my final thrust I cum deep in you and feel you quiver as we climax together.
I let you catch your breath as I untie you and remove your blindfold, I kiss you deeply as I hold you close, looking you in the eyes telling you, thank you babygirl you’ve made me so proud! I wrap you in a robe and tell you that we’ll go clean up together where I’ll help you wash. You see, hear, and feel my love wrapping around you, knowing you’re safe, loved, and proudly cherished.
We Finally Met – Chapter 5 – In Love
[Chapter 4 – The Distance](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/fyug0y/we_finally_met_chapter_4_the_distance/)
I woke up before the alarm went off, Jen was sleeping over my chest, and I didn’t want to woke her. My right hand slid down her back, in a gentle and slow caress. She hugged me tightly, while I continue moving my hand up and down.
– “Thank you Rod” – she said, with a tone between asleep and hungover.
– “Do you remember the last thing you said yesterday?”
She raised her head, and put her hands below her chin, over my chest. My hand continue with the caress.
– “Of course I remember, I begged you to fuck me”
– “Are you sure that saw the last thing you said?”
– “Oooh you mean that last thing, when I said your full name?” – She joked
– “So you do remember.”
– “Of course I remember, you silly. And I’m not afraid nor ashamed to say that I love you.”
– “I think I love you too Jen”
– “you think? you think?” – she said while incorporation on her knees, and grabbed a pillow
– “Don’t you dare start a war you cannot win, honey”
In Darkness
In the darkness a finger circles your nipple, gently, lightly, tempting, teasing.
You feel it grow harder, your heart begins to pound, your face glows red.
You feel a fire beginning inside you, a slow warmth between your thighs the first sparks that begin to smolder, radiating out from your pussy, a flame that will soon engulf you.
You crave my touch.
You need my firm grip around your throat.
A hand glides down your stomach, past your belly button, between your thighs.
You spread slightly, the hand begins rubbing firmly against your panties, you feel them growing wet, a finger slides up and down.
Another hand slides up your body, grazing your skin and sending chills through you.
It reaches your breast, grasping it firmly, squeezing it, two fingers encircle your throbbing nipple, squeezing, pulling.
Blood courses through your veins, a small bead of sweat rolls down your neck, between your breasts.
You want Daddy to lick it from your skin, feels his tongue glide over you, tasting you.
You love the thought of me swallowing something of you, something from you, consuming some part of you that will live in me.
The finger continues rubbing up and down your pussy, pressing your lips, massaging your clit.
Your panties slide to the side, allowing that finger to feel your wet, throbbing pussy.
It slides between your lips, entering you, you gasp and take a deep breath at the sensation, it enters you deeply, then slips out and brushes against your clit.
You close your eyes, moaning, arching your back, feeling your body tensing as your temperature rises.
You crave my icy blue eyes staring into yours, something about them cools you, soothes you, calms you as the fire consumes you.
You crave my lips on yours, my tongue in your mouth, drinking from you, devouring you, feeling my breath on your skin while I’m inside you, exploring you.
The hand slides inside your panties, two fingers enter you, stretching you.
You grind against the palm of that hand, gyrating your hips, squirming, feeling your clit pulse against it.
Your eyes roll back, you feel the volcano rising inside you.
You struggle to catch your breath, you feel your breast squeezed as if it were in a vice, nipple clamped between two fingers, twisting.
Ecstasy and agony wash over your face, pleasure intermingled with pain, raging inferno quenched by ice, the volcano inside you explodes, your pussy gushes.
La petite mort.
You lay still, entire body tensed for a few seconds, shudder and then release, relax, collapse into the bed.
You want nothing more in the world right now than to be held safe and firm in Daddy’s arms.
You know that somewhere out there in the darkness, miles away, Daddy is waiting for you to come home.
Your eyes grow heavy, closing, carrying you off to dream of him for now, taking you one day closer to being back in his arms.
My Best Friend Jenny [M/F]
Jenny plopped down on the couch beside me and put her beer down on the table. In a well practiced move she handed me my beer while I handed a controller back to her.
“What’s next?” she asked and took a sip from her beer.
I though for a second and said, “Street Fighter? Or Gears maybe?”
“Gears sounds good to me,” was her answer and she put down her beer.
Jenny was short for Jennifer and she had been my closest friend since the first year of high school. We had both been outcasts back then and found each other one day walking home from school. She had been walking in my direction and struck up conversation with me. I was not used to anyone, much less a girl, just randomly talking with me.
We quickly found that it was much easier talking to each other than anyone we knew of our own gender and we rarely spent a day apart after that. Our mothers spent a long time thinking we would be sure to marry each other one day, but they just didn’t understand the kind of friendship we had.
The MILF resort and the ropes by the pool. [MFMF]
“MOOOOOooooom. Stahp!” I whined probably more than I should. But I hate it when she tries to fix my shirt. Of course it’s wrinkly, we just flew to another country to a…. oh god. Do I dare admit it? We just flew to a resort that we’re staying at for a week. I’ll leave it at that.
“Sweetie, will you stop by the bar and get mommy a glass of moscato? You can get something for yourself too.”
“Mom, I’m not 21, I like, just turned 18.”
“Doesn’t matter in the Caribbean. Quickly hun.”
Wait, did mom know that I’ve drank before? I don’t think we’ve ever actually talked about it, but I’m sure that she’s noticed over the years. It was never much, but looking back it was probably noticeable. Then again there has been a lot that we haven’t talked about until recently. But maybe we are now, and maybe that’s why we’re here.
While waiting at the bar I started to notice some of the other guests. Most seemed like normal people, lots of young men my age, and lots of older women. Most of these women were still relatively young, 30’s or 40’s maybe. And thankfully most took care of themselves pretty well so the pool scene wasn’t bad. A couple of passing women even eyed me up and down….. but like…. pretty blatantly.
Never Did Get To The Pool, Part II
Never Did Get To The Pool, Part II
Part One here:
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Simon turned off the shower and stepped out, pulling a warm towel from the rail. He turned to me and told me to put a foot up on the edge of the bathtub. I did as he said, lost as to what he was planning. Without a word, he began to dry me off, moving gently and slowly up my leg. I switched feet at his request, and watched as he patiently worked his way up again, moisture still glistening and beading on his own skin. For an instant, I felt the skin of his fingertips brush against my inner thigh – then he took my hand as I stepped out and onto the bathroom floor. His arms wrapped around me and draped me in the towel, his hands pushing it up and down my body. He was pressed against me now, my belly and breasts separated from his torso only by that single layer, our body heat drying us both at once.
UNCOVERED
I turned over, briefly waking up to the loveliest sight: ambient light from the night pouring through our bedroom window and cascading onto your naked, perfectly-curved and exposed body. Oddly, you weren’t under the blankets, per your normal routine because you are easily chilled. I must have tired you out to the point that you didn’t care, or you were still warm from what we did a few hours ago. Nevertheless, I was more than happy with the scene you were giving me. The cool bedroom air caused goosebumps to populate every square inch of your uncovered body, and I swear this is nothing less than some Artist-designed scene because this could not be more perfectly staged.
Careful not to disturb you, I rise to my knees and sit with my hamstrings pressed against the back of my calves. My diamond-hard cock has already decided what I’m going to do, evidenced by the precum that leaks from my thick, dark-crimson head. But, I have to study you for a while longer. You. Look. Absolutely. *AMAZING*.