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Crawl To Me [Mf, bdsm]

By 6:55 PM, Mia’s one small overnight bag was hidden in the closet and out of the way. She could have used a drink but it would be rude to start by herself. She knew that she would have to wait until he got there, at least. She looked at herself in the full-length mirror, her brunette hair tied up, her long curls gently resting on her neck. This is where she met him once month so he could remind her that he owned her body and that her only option was to submit to him.

Things weren’t always this way but there was a routine now. An understanding. She couldn’t help but run her hands over her lips, her neck, her freshly shaven legs in anticipation of his touch. As she walked around the familiar room, she remembered what had happened there. What he had gotten her to do, despite herself. He had single handedly transformed her from a shy and reserved girl to depraved toy to be played with. Read more »

Our Secret [MF, massage, titjob]

The door closed behind me. I was now alone in the room. I undressed and studied my surroundings. A massage table, covered with a pair of sheets, one folded up, one laid out. A small closet for my clothes. And some shelving, containing everything from a speaker to various bottles of oil, all different shapes and sizes and colors and unlabeled. How did the masseuses know which was which, I wondered. Did they even differ, or were they all just the same thing inside with one or two drops’ difference to provide the illusion of variety?

Then again, I hadn’t exactly come here for the selection of massage oils. I laid down on the table, and pondered just how much I should cover up with the provided sheet. My friend David had told me, well, bragged to me, really, that this place provided happy endings. At the time, I had feigned disinterest, but I committed the name to memory to research later, and now, here I was.

I had often fantasized about a happy ending massage. What man hadn’t? A woman lovingly caressing your body, teasing you, exciting you, right up until the point she reached under the towel with a wicked grin on her face and grasped your hard cock and started pumping away… So I figured, why not give it a try? Read more »

Practical Sex-Ed, Ch 3 [M+F+] [Oral]

[Chapters 1 & 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ejile1/practical_sexed_ch_1_2/)

## Chapter 3

“Ok, that concludes the female anatomy, now if you would be so kind Mr. Francis.”

Mr. Francis walked forward and slipped his shirt over his head. He wasn’t ripped, but he was well built. While all the boys kept their eyes on Ms. Callahan’s still exposed breasts and lamented that her skirt was still on, the girls had shifted their gaze to Mr. Francis.

The bulge in his pants was noticeable already, and as he slipped his jeans down it became even more prominent, a large tent in his boxers.

“Holy crap Mr. Francis has a boner too!” one of the boys let out

“Yes, I do.” he responded. “It is the normal response to arousal, and one of the main ways that males get aroused is visually.”

“Yes,” Ms. Callahan interjected, “Men are more visually stimulated, so having me topless here is bound to turn Mr. Francis on. This fact is also why men are much more likely to be addicted to pornography. For women, on the other hand, it is usually the emotional connection that is desired, so visuals alone are often insufficient to arouse us.” Read more »

Alone at night [f] [solo masturbation] [short story]

It’s late at night as I lay in bed unable to sleep.

My husband is out, probably looking for a pretty little mouth to stick his cock in. But he’s not who I’m thinking of. It’s been months since I’ve been under you, but you sent me a message asking me to sneak out and I know you want me. I wish I could answer your beckon call, but the children are too young to be left alone. But ever since seeing your message I’ve felt a longing that I know won’t be satisfied easily. If I’m good wife, I’ll stay home. My husband will make me forget about this feeling in a day or two, but he’s not here and I can’t go to you. Read more »

Eucalyptus

She tells him about a massage. Years ago. Before she met him. She went alone to a luxury spa. It was in the city. She had been naked. Maybe she wore a paper thong. She couldn’t remember. She could remember the strong smell of eucalyptus oil. She could remember that the massage had been given by a man. It was awkward, she tells him. It wasn’t sensual. It wasn’t what he imagined. Her buttocks had been massaged though. That she recalls. She admits reluctantly. She admits coyly.

She asks what he would think if she did that now?

He tells her he would be jealous.

Both of them are breathing more heavily. Tiptoeing around a potential transgression.

Eventually he elaborates.

I would be jealous but turned on, he says. I would find it hot.

I will remember that she says smiling. It is the answer she was expecting. What if he brought me to orgasm?

The question lingers in the air. Then she goes on.

Not just with his fingers though, but with his dick? Read more »

Inappropriate convo with nephew

My(29) nephew(23) and I have been having sexual conversations for awhile now. He live in another sort so it hasn’t been physical.
But we would like it to be. He’s going to jail for about a year in a few days. And I send him pics and video of myself and he does too. But we want more than that. I believe when he get out, him and I are gonna get together.
I don’t think of him as my nephew since I didn’t grow up around him. Haven’t seen him since he was knee high to a grass hopper.
We both put that aside and just see each other a a person and not a relative. To be honest, I can wait to lay with him. Who knows, he might turn out to be my soul mate.

How I Lost My Name: Part One [Cuckold][Humiliation][Voyeur]

I still remember the day when everything changed.

It was a Saturday in early November. The weather was shit – cold and rainy – but our fridge was empty. I knew Jackie wouldn’t want to go out in the rain and she was still sleeping in anyway. It was the weekend after all; her policy was to sleep in. Sometimes we’d go grocery shopping together, but I liked surprising her. I loved spoiling her.

It was nearly noon by the time I got back. I could hear music playing from the bedroom; I assumed she was probably taking a shower. As I headed into the kitchen, grocery bags rustling about my legs, I paused as I set them down on our kitchen counter as two things slowly occurred to me. I didn’t hear the telltale sound of the shower in use, but I did hear her soft moans coming from our bedroom.

My cock twitched as my imagination barrelled ahead on its own. There have been a few occasions when I came home and found her playing with herself. I loved secretly watching, I found it so sensual to see the way she enjoyed herself…and then I’d join in the fun when I couldn’t stand it anymore. Read more »

Maybe Hubby Should Have Used His Mouth for Something Else [MF][Teasing][Solo]

“You ready to cry on Sunday? ‘Cause Rodgers gonna fuck that ass as hard as I’m going to right now.” Henry said as he pressed hips tight into Maebe’s ass when she bent over to place the pot in the middle of the dining table.

Henry couldn’t resist himself seeing Maebe’s short flowing dress inch up. His eyes traced her legs covered in fishnet stockings all the way up to the barest hints of her plump cheeks, traces of black lace peeking between them. His mind raced back to the text she had sent him when he was at work that morning. [She was laid up on the kitchen counter, completely nude but for those black lace undies he loved so much. Her back was arched, chest pushing out firm round breasts. ](https://www.reddit.com/r/milf/comments/d7fz8v/can_you_guess_whats_for_dinner/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)

Maebe had a vastly different idea of what was going to happen now. Yes she had felt the craving that morning that lasted until just this moment. Yes she still needed that craving to be satisfied, but Henry’s shit talking was too much already. All week, it had been non-stop and this was it, she had had enough. Read more »

It’s been too long

It’s been too long…little slut. Patience. You knew when you met me that wasn’t my virtue. The misconception is that Dom’s are supposed to be physically controlling, distant, and powerful, but you and I both know that they’ve got it twisted. It no fun to take you with my strength. It’s what a lesser man would do. Your mind, however, now that’s a worthy adversary. You’re the smartest person I know. To dominate your psyche…that’s my prize. I wanted to see you crack. A little Ivy League physicist, you knew all about the universe, but you didn’t have someone to explore the cosmos of your desires. It’s the little things that turned you into my sub. The eye contact, how I listened to you, these things spoke more about how I wanted to take care of you than if I had said it when pinning you to a wall. You felt safe, which is the essence of what it means to be dominated. You felt safe enough to explore what you wanted, and your decision, well, you wanted to serve. I relished that moment, when you came to my room and called me “Sir”, when you followed it up with “Please…Daddy” because I didn’t demand these things. I was given them. That’s when I knew I broke you. You stripped for me, not sensuously, but hurriedly. You wanted to be used and now. I took you and I guided you to the closet. I told you to raise your hands above your head and handcuffed you to the clothing rack rail. You had to go up on your tippy toes, back arched, ass out just to accommodate the position. Your breathing was labored, like panting. I looked left to right along my closet. There’s my winter coat….my grey suit…my pants hmm I should iron those…and…my little slut. It’s so nice to have all of my things in one place. I move in front of you, and I make eye contact. I dip my head to kiss you as you try to lift yourself even more than you already are just to meet my lips. I grab your ass as our tongues intertwine. You’re soft…fuckable. I break our touch and stroll behind you. You try to keep me in your sights but fail. Smack. Your taut ass takes the first blow. It’s not to strike pain. I’m just testing my new gift. You gave yourself to me, didn’t you? I reach up and grab your hair to pull your head back. I nearly lose my cool as I force you to contort to my whims. You chest sticks out and your ass pushes back as I hold firmly to your silky hair. Your breathing quickens as your ass reaches my hips. You feel what I’m trying to restrain. I come in front of you and drop to my knees. I kiss along your inner thigh until I reach your glistening wetness. I dive in with my tongue and you squeal in pleasure. A “Thank you, Daddy” escapes your lips. Your left knee begins to tremble…it shakes even harder…and just before it reaches a crescendo…I stop. Not yet. The handcuffs are digging into your wrists as you no longer have the strength to prop yourself up on your toes. I go behind you one final time and undo my belt and pants. My cock finally comes free, and I smack it against your ass cheeks. Despite your fatigue, you lift back up on your toes to present your ass to me. I press the head of my cock against your slick pussy. “Is this what you came here for?” I ask. You nod and respond, “Please fuck me, Sir.” Read more »