Shouting from the rooftops [MF]

[Part – 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/uz2d0j/sometimes_its_just_worth_the_wait_mf/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share), [Part – 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/sexstories/comments/vakbmq/the_night_after_mf/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share), [Part – 3,](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/vd05yv/exploring_our_boundaries_mf/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share) and [Part – 4](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/vfx2ir/she_wins_round_2_mf/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share) here for continuity.

As soon as we were in the elevator, which was thankfully empty, I pushed her against the wall and kissed her neck from behind. I started grinding against her ass, cupping and fondling her breasts, tweaking her nipples. They were already erect in anticipation. Hiking her dress up against the thighs, I let my fingers trail along the crack of her hips, and along the sides of her thighs. She could only sigh in reply and before it got too heavy we were on the top floor of the hotel.

She adjusted her dress discreetly, and smiled at me as I took her hands in mine and we walked out to the restaurant. It was a beautiful place, on the 21st floor and we had a nice view of the bustling city under us. We were greeted by the captain and escorted to our cozy little table for two, where we sat facing each other. I knew she liked red wine, so we decided to order some steak to go with that. I felt her legs travel up the length of my shin, and upper thighs as I tried to order some Chianti with a straight face. P was barely able to control her beaming smile and knew exactly what she was doing to me. She toed along the hem of my trousers, tracing a line to my inner thighs, and to my crotch which was now slowly responding to her touch.

I discovered how powerful my pantyhose legs can be

So my visits with my co worker hasn’t stopped at all. If you want to know what I am referring to, please read prior posts of my interactions with him.

I had my encounter with my co workers again yesterday but it went to far I think. Yesterday morning I decided to wear a loose dress it’s been a little warm but of course with pantyhose and no panties, I never wear panties with my pantyhose. I sat down in the lounge room and shortly after he came in, he was wearing his black loose slacks and sat across from me. I told him that my feet were really sore and they were! Wearing heels with pantyhose is no easy task!

He started to massage my feet and instead of him placing my other foot on his thigh near his crotch I moved it before he did and placed it right in the middle of legs close to his crotch. He was a little surprised and I went ahead and got on my phone. He started to massage my feet and slowly got closer with his hips towards my foot that was between his legs.

To my Reddit friend

Since we started talking on Reddit a few weeks ago, I have not been able to get you out of my mind.  Everyday I wait for that message and when I receive it I smile.  This is my story to you.

You have been planning this night for a week.  Telling your husband that you are going out with your friends for a special occasion.  You are getting ready and he walks in and says “Babe you are looking hot right now.  You ladies must be going somewhere fun.  I hope you enjoy tonight and let loose.  I will take care of the kids.”  

He walks out and you immediately start to think that you are going to let loose tonight.  You open up your phone and go to the messages that we have been sending to each other.  You stop on a picture of my cock and think that is going to be in me tonight.  You start to get wet a little and move your finger below and rub yourself.  You noticed the time and see that you have to get going.  You run out of the house kiss your husband and kids goodbye.

Femdom High-protocol [Femdom][BDSM]

For some slaves, only strict and narrowly defined rules work. This type of submissive will have difficulties showing their dedication and effort if they are stripped of the structure that high-protocol provides. I enjoy slaves that show creativity and willingness in finding new ways to please me. I do understand, however, that laying out easy-to-understand rules is necessary for some.

Keep in mind, that the rules below are only exemplary guidelines. There’s no universal set of rules that work of everyone. At the beginning of each relationship involving a contract, rules need to be mutually negotiated. Otherwise, it’s abuse, not BDSM.

1. Slave’s masturbation and chastity
The slave will restrain from pleasuring himself without Mistress’s permission.

Mistress will lock a slave in a remotely controlled chastity cage of a Mistress’s choice.

The slave will have the right to remove their chastity cage when he is in danger such as medical situation.

Removing the chastity device or tampering with it automatically qualifies for harsh discipline (see punishments clause).

The slave will ask for permission before posting anything on sex-related websites and apps.

My Cup Runneth Over

You fill me. Your passion is boundless.
I become lost in carnal consciousness, slowly slipping, falling farther, away from the world.

Your smell. Your taste. Intoxicating.
Senses are heightened, they aid in my descent.

Inhale. Exhale.
I hear your breathing, mine marrying in sync.
A mimicking melody creating harmony.
A means to an end to satisfy staying alive.
Momentary reminders of my humanity, such nuanced fragility.

I feel you. I touch you. I grab hold.
I anchor myself to the safest reality I’ve ever known.

With eyes wide shut I’m no longer blind and you’ve liberated me from chains others readily left behind to a fate of rust.

You fill me. My cup runneth over.

C. Stephens

Exes [M51/F45] reunite and fulfill a fantasy [F35]

I’d only been in the bar for a few minutes when I saw you in the doorway. I was already squirming in my seat, all the blood in my body between my legs.

And when you walked in, an older version, but you all the same, every cell in my body lit on fire.

You sit on the barstool next to me, and position yourself so that you’re facing me, my knees trapped between your thighs.

We order 2 Hendricks and tonics and clink our glasses, my hands shaking.

“It’s so good to see you,” your eyes crinkle and it takes all my self control to not touch your face and run my thumb over your lips.

You drape your arm over the back of my bar stool, so that you’ve got me in an embrace even though we’re not touching yet at all.

We catch up and as we talk, the bar fills up. I have to lean forward to hear you, your lips by my ear, my hands sliding up your thighs.

” Take on the Heavens. ” Chapter 2 [F4billion, M25, Monstergirl, Creampie, Teasing, Wholesome]

This is a reupload, since I forgot to state the ages…

If you find any spelling or gramatical errors I’d appreciate if you told me about them. Also, if you have any ideas on how you think I should continue this, that would also be appreciated. :)

If you would like to skip to the “good stuff” right away, it’s marked with “xxx”.

[Chapter one here!](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/vcaoqa/take_on_the_heavens_first_version_fm_monstergirl/)

xx The Second Chapter. xx

Luci woke up under a soft blanket. Her mind was dim and so was the lighting. A single candle on the drawer beside the bed was the only thing casting shadow. You could distinguish the boards in the walls by the shadows between them. Luci was still feeling tired and adding to that sore. After the hard fucking she got she wasn’t sure if she could even stand. Pulling the blanket off and getting up she noticed a mirror on the wall next to the door. There was also some clothes on a chair nearby, seemingly for her. “I’m an archangel, I don’t need clothes.” she thought, dismissing them. She stumbled to the door and pushed it open. In front of her was an old lady fiddling with a large pot over the fireplace.

30[F4M] US – Looking for a WM (must be attractive to decent looking)

We are Indian(South Asian) couple visiting Marietta GA in February next year. This is our first time visiting US and expecting to have a casual NSA with a WM(must be straight). We are very engaging and a fun couple to hang out with. We are looking for someone who is unreserved(frank and open) and has prior experience with couples [If you haven’t been with one then please describe us how you would make a better third for us]

Wife is 5’5″, slim to curvy, dusky skin tone, black hair.

You must be well disposed, DDF, with high sexual potency. If you have any further queries feel free to Dm us.

Quitting smoking [M20/F20]

The match flared off the heel of his boot with a sparking hiss. The initial combustion calmed and he held the steady flame to his cigarette tip. The still night air carried the soft sizzle of tobacco burning. He took a hard pull, the tip glowing orange in the dark, and, satisfied, waved away the burning match before it could scorch his fingers.

Derek bought the special “strike anywhere” matches with the phosphorous heads down in Mexico, or so he claimed. He was a theatre kid, so he had a flair for the dramatic. It didn’t impress me as much as he probably thought it did, but that was ok. I found the goofy camp of him playing cowboy with every smoke kinda cute.

He bent down, cigarette in mouth. His eyes were closed as he absorbed the first hit of nicotine. I leant in, having to go on tippy-toes to reach even though he wasn’t tall, our cigarette tips touching. I observed his face, the soft peach fuzz that he called a beard and his thick, golden lashes. My tip took and I leant back, taking an appreciative suck. Warm smoke, which I had once found burning, filled my lungs. I let out a cloud into the night air.