Role Reversal Part 1 [MF] [FDom] [Breath Play]

I leaned into you, my mouth meeting your’s for a slow kiss. Your hands tangle in my hair and you tilt my head for a longer and deeper kiss. Your tongue pushes past my lips and I feel my body tighten.

Your teeth bite my lip. I moan and wrap an arm around your neck, and you pull away with a smile.

“Don’t be so smug,” I mutter, hand stroking along your neck.

Your hands reach around and mold my ass, squeezing and massaging as I luxuriate in your touch.

Your teeth nibble on my ear, “Too late,” you smirk, “I am smug.”

I lean back and look at you, then put my hand on your throat and push backwards. Your eyes widen, then darken and you tilt your head back so I can stretch my hand a little more and put pressure against your throat.

I feel powerful. I slowly rise to my knees, then straddle you on the couch, my hand pushing your head back so you have to shift and lay down. I push and your breath comes in pants.

The Ice Cream Giveaway!

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Synopsis for the story:
The summer just keeps on sizzling.

All a person needs is some sticky sweet, cold cream.

Adam and Heather are expecting a special guest for some afternoon, skinny-dripping fun when Heather gets an insatiable craving for some ice cream. Whilst asking her soon-to-arrive friend for a scoop or two, an ice cream truck happens to chant its song outside.

Feeling frisky, Heather ventures outside looking a little creamed herself.

When she sees the well-built, gorgeous ice cream man, all looks set for a night of hot, hedonistic fun.

But her friend is a no show. And the ice cream has special, if not deadly qualities. When Heather and Adam find themselves hooked, what else can they do but beg for more?

First post! My insemination story (MF) [Non-fiction] [oral] [creampie]

*first time poster* I’m quite new to this and I hope that my real experiences are welcome here, let me know if you’d like more and any encouraging feedback is welcomed! Hope you enjoy;

I’ve always had an interest in the pregnant body of a woman even when I was a younger guy going through school. I found out that I was predominantly turned on by second trimester women, just something about that growing bump always got me going. Whenever I would see a cute young mother in public or wherever I would always have major difficulties gazing elsewhere as if I’d just seen a unicorn going grocery shopping. The term for the fetish that I believed that I had was ‘maieusophilia’ and it still stuck with me since then. I discovered that as I matured that I was also into the idea of being the cause of a pregnancy in a partner of mine or simply a woman in general. The thought of acting on such a primal instinct absolutely drove me mad. That feeling of claiming the body of someone else in a moment of shared passion, filling them with my seed to me was at the height of intimacy.

Evening Play Time (part 2) (MF) (Denial) (Kink)

[Evening Play Time Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/csog4m/evening_play_time_mf_restraints_orgasm_denial/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)

It took me wayyyyyyy too long to write a part 2 and I am so so sorry! Above is part 1 and here is part 2. Please Enjoy!

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Part 2

I giggle lazily as Max pulls my soaked panties off. He holds them up, hanging from his pointer finger by the waist band.

“Now.. do I keep these handy for when you are being too loud?” He ask me with a menacing smirk. I giggle again, unable to wipe the smile off my face.

“No Sir. From what I can recall, you like it when I am loud” I smirk back at him. He loves to be challenged and I love to challenge. I don’t submit to him in every moment when we play because I love to see the look on his face when I push back. It also helps that I love the feeling of his hand across my ass when he spanks me for being bad.

Friends Sister [MF] (Foot Fetish)

**This was written over several weeks in different posts, so please forgive any errors**

So a few weeks go by and Summer continues to fly by. Sarah and I text, usually to see how the days going, but sometimes to flirt. A couple times she posted pictures of her feet, usually bare or in flip flops, to social media, saying “Lovely day out!”, and I knew she was secretly teasing me, because she never posted pictures like that previously. She began to ask what I liked about feet, what color nail polish I enjoyed, and other similar questions. This was amazing to me, as I had never met a girl interested in my fetish. I explained how I felt and she seemed intrigued by it.

Eventually, she asked if we could hang out, just us, and I was thrilled. I wasnt sure how her family would feel, or if they knew how we felt really about each other at the time (Her father was very overbearing). She said she had it under control. She had told them that she was going to a movie and I was her ride to and from, because I lived close. When asked why her brother couldn’t take her, it was the simple truth: He was at work.

How I Learned I Liked Talking Dirty [MF] [oral] [creampie]

How I discovered I liked talking dirty

Back in 2006 the emo culture was in full swing, and I had the biggest crush on alternative guys. I know emo kids got a lot of shit back then, and I still see it sometimes now, but there was something about them that just made me feel so excited. I think it was a mix of things: the gatekeeper style way they handled their scene and their styles of music, the way they mostly seemed really thoughtful and soft spoken, and last but not least, the way they wore their jeans so fucking tight that you could see the outline of their cocks if they had a decent sized one.

I met one when I was a freshman in college while working part time at a call center. His name was Tony (for the purpose of this story ;D). He had sat next to me one Saturday and I was clenching my pussy while making small talk with him. This was before I was really open about sex like I am now, as I grew up in a kind of sheltered environment, so flirting at work back then was one of my hugest turn ons. He seemed to pick up on it right away and made sure to return the volleys that I knocked into his side of the court.

The Storm [MF] [toys] [spanking]

The rain had begun to pour as he approached the last leg of his run and risen to a raging storm as he bounded the last few yards. By the time he reached the door his clothes were dripping and his skin was thoroughly soaked. Thundering through the entrance he wiped the sweat and weather from his face as the wind whipped in frantically behind him. As he kicked his trainers into the wall to drain with their own time he stepped to the kitchen to try and wring out as much moisture from himself as he could. It was then he heard the faint buzzing from up the stairs.

She had started without him.

Stalking up the stairs he found the bedroom door open and her lying waiting for him. She was upon her front, knees on the bed presenting her curved derriere to the sky. Her pale skin contrasting with the red sheets and the black object vibrating between her legs. She didn’t respond to his presence. Either she hadn’t heard him or she was playing coy. He had been out in the cold and rain as she had been lazily toying with herself. She knew what she was expecting. The whole scene had been posed as the willing submissive. He removed his shirt letting it slop to the ground as he stepped to the edge of the bed. Raising his arm he whipped his palm with a resounding crack against the exposed buttock.

Mom’s version of how it all started. [MF]

I asked my mom to write her version of how we first got together. Enjoy!

I’m writing this again as a tribute to the start of my sexual relationship with my oldest son.

It was a Saturday night in the summer of 1989. The family had been invited to a wedding of a family friend. We were going to go together but at the last minute I remember my oldest saying he would meet us there. I had no idea what would be happening later that night.

The wedding goes without a hitch and I have already caught the eye of many of my husband’s friends. My dress is form fitting and very flattering of my curves. I’m looking like a good little whore. We dance and enjoy our bottle while my youngest is out and about with his lil friends. My oldest shows up at the reception and immediately I notice he is all about me. He’s not 21 yet but he sits down and serves himself up a drink. We all toast and talk about the wedding and who all is there at the wedding. I take notice of his eyes. They never leave me.

[M]y [F]irst Medical Roleplay

To start I am actually a doctor. Obviously, what I am about to describe I could never and would never do in “real” life. Rather this was a fantasy I had cooked up in one of my usual horny states.

I was in Orange County for a conference and staying in a decently nice hotel so I decided to finally throw this experience out there. I posted on several subs looking for a female who wanted to be “examined” by a doctor. As I will detail below that exam was to become more and more sexual as it went on. The specifics of which I had laid out in the now deleted post.

I got more responses than I was expecting but alas the only one that followed through was Jenna (obv not her real name). She was roughly my age (upper 20s), and was nice mix of asian and who knows what else. She was on curvier side but incredibly sexy with perky boobs in the pics she had sent me.