Biting M+F S&M

^((I wrote this old chestnut in 2007!!! I’ve tided up some nonsense and now in it’s reddit debut….))

____ Before Dinner ____

Dan came over so I could make him dinner. I sat him down in front of the TV so he could watch some wrestling while I wrestled with the making a meal from scratch.

Finally the potatoes were on the boil, and I had time to give him some attention. I made him scoot forward on the couch so I could get behind him enough to rub his shoulders. For maybe ten minutes I worked on his shoulders and back. He carries a lot of stress.

I got bored with that, and moved to stand in front of him. I worked the front of his shoulders, and stroked his silky long hair. Then I sat next to him to massage his arms and hands. He works on the computer all the time so his forearms and hands are always tense.

I started to touch his face and decided to kiss him. After a few slow, soft kisses, it turned passionate. Heavy kisses, lots of tongue and deep breathing… making out is awesome. I put my hand on his leg and slid it up to his package. As I suspected, he was as hard as I was wet (very).

Sister Allie Receives a Holy Lesson [M/F] [High Heels]

Full Story: [https://dialogus.blog/2019/07/05/sister-allie-receives-a-holy-lesson/](https://dialogus.blog/2019/07/05/sister-allie-receives-a-holy-lesson/)

  Sister Allie was new to the church having transferred from New York City. As the laid-out bibles among the pews her black dress strained against her buxom nubile body. Humming a him to herself the black heels she wore clicked along the hardwood floor of the church. She enjoyed their church goers, and even more Father Moore. The older Priest had greying brown hair, a chiseled jaw, and a broad chest. Though Sister Allie shouldn’t; she couldn’t stop herself from fantasizing about the Father.

                Sister Allie heard the heavy doors of the praying hall open as Father Moore walked towards her with a soft smile. Sister Allie stood abruptly as her chest jiggled. Waving to the Father she welcomed him.

                “Hello Father! How is your day going?”

                Father Moore stopped before her, “It’s fine Sister Allie, I actually came to talk to you about something serious.”

                Sister Allie frowned, “Have I done something wrong?”

                Father Moore’s eyes raked over her body before meeting her soft blue eyes, “Some of the older church goers are concerned with your… attire.”

Showing Me Off To Your Friends [M/f][voyeur][exhibition][toys][tied]

Showing Me Off To Your Friends

Usual disclaimer here. This was a quick write. I didn’t do much editing so there will be plenty of mistakes. I also wrote it in a completely different tense and went over it to change it so if there are parts that don’t sound correct that’s why. Enjoy and let me know what you think. Feel free to message me.

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We had met several times already in different destinations. The first time was a weekend in New York. The second was a four day trip to New Orleans. We’ve had a couple stays in Savannah, once for a whole week. This time we are meeting up in a cabin in the Blue Ridge Mountains for an entire week. Your flight got in eight hours before mine so you got to the cabin first. You planned on getting supplies for the week and making sure the heater was on and it was nice and warm for when I got there. I messaged you when I got off the plane, then again when I got in the cab, and a final time when I was about five minutes away.

Rooftop Fireworks [MF] [Romance]

“God bless America, indeed,” said Brent Braxton in a proud, patriotic tone.

“Amen to that, my darling lieutenant,” said his wife Janet Braxton, matching his tone as only she could.

“Hey, we’re not in the marines anymore. You don’t have to keep calling me lieutenant.”

“I know, but it’s not my fault you love it so damn much.”

“Point taken,” the former marine.

They shared a good laugh and a glowing smile. Brent gladly raised his half-empty beer bottle to the cloudless night sky. His beautiful wife of four years did the same, tapping her bottle with his. It capped off what had been an eventful 4th of July thus far and for a couple of veterans who’d met on a military base, that carried greater meaning.

They’d both taken very different paths to get to this moment. Brent was born in the United States, but his parents were immigrants who barely spoke English when they first arrived. Conversely, Janet came from several generations of red-blooded Americans who could trace their lineage back to the Revolutionary War. He joined the marines after losing out on a college scholarship. Janet joined because enlisting in the military was practically a rite of passage for her family. Logistically speaking, their paths never should’ve crossed.

Red, White, & You [MF] [Happy 4th!]

# Red, White & You

**By John Satisfy**

The morning seems to be going along perfectly. It is the Fourth of July, and since you have the day off you are able to sleep in a bit longer than usual. It is so nice to wake up on a Thursday and have the time to relax and just be.

You head into the shower and wash off the dirt and sweat from the previous day before reaching for your shaving cream. You spray a bit of the slick foam into your palm and run them up and down your leg, making sure there was a nice thick lather. You rinse your hand off in the water until you are confident that you’ve got your grip back. Then you reach for your new razor and uncap it. Gently you draw it up and over your skin, watching as it follows your contours perfectly. You think to yourself that this really is quite an erotic act.

Veronica’s Coming Out Bondage Party

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First draft of FaceFuckPoetry

Rrrrr I want to fuck your face so badly. I want to lift you up to straddle me, fingers digging deeply into your perfect little ass, grasping, pulling the cheeks apart so you feel the whisper of cold air twist to tickle your parting lips and pull strings of yearning in your core that spark fires along along their way. Firm arms bearing your body, pressing sharply against the wall so quickly that you gasp as your head knocks back briefly against the textured wall and the startled breath catches in your throat ending in a subtle note of surprise, a vocal trigger that enamors and endears you to me. My lips trace your pulse along an alabaster shoulder till they find their mark on your collar and my teeth elicit yet another audible moan of sweet pleasure and I burn with desire. My chest, oak against your velvet, braces and supports you against the wall. My hands claim your wrists, spread wide and force them upwards leaving you stretched, helpless and vulnerable to my affectionate whim. Tongues dance in a fervor of ecstasy building until it’s beat, that heated drum roaring between your ears, moves us to passion and I spin, stars whirling in your lovestruck eyes, to strike the bed with your fevered flesh, mine upon you and yours entwined. Hands that once bound wrists find new territories and skitter their way across skin, admiring landmarks, exploring and claiming until they reach your gentle throat. I cradle your beauty and briefly stroke fingertips against the silken skin, admiring your features, reveling in an exquisite grace such that angels would fall to jealousy to possess, before winding my long digits just below that pointed chin feeling the hammer of your heart resounding just below a porcelain veil so thin I see the tremble of it’s beat,delicate within my grip. One hand wrapped so tightly with your hair, the other an iron collar on your throat I kiss you with a fire that screeches white hot through your spirit and the rushing in your ears is such that you would drown in overwhelming sensation, every neuron throughoutl set afire at once with phosphorus that burns without cessation and you cremate in my arms. I draw your head back with an unyielding grip and the further exposure of your throat only spurs me to engulf it more fully, squeezing till darkness trickles in, obscuring the red behind tightly shut eyelids, as my tongue twists so deeply with it’s match who dances and teases, tasting of nectar and bliss. Finally it is more than my soul should bear and we break, eyes locked in combat, breath hurried and panting, hungry with desire. With all the force of resounding lust I draw your head against me and you admit me to your mouth, feeling the rigid bone of carbon steel wrapped with velvets and silk, push brusquely down your coiled throat reaching for where sweet breath begins. Your lips trace the serpentine coils of my veins, up and down, composing a map of erotic origin and feeling my pulse within your teeth, a steady drum that waxes with each motion, till it bludgeons the senses in it’s urgency. Up and down, back and forth, more and more, you feel your excitement build with each passing wave as a tidal force emerges primal and screaming in it’s birth. The heavens split and the sky bellows rage in a clap that shakes the very anchors of this world and continues rolling, cresting louder, again and again to match the vocal rumbling in my throat. Viridian jewels glance coyly upwards to demurely witness my utter defeat, satisfaction sparkling in your eyes as the fading scent of seawater trickles down to disappear deep within you, and you consume my being. Yet you are unrelenting and further torture my body till the spasms are unbearable and the storm has finally passed. Slowly I am withdrawn in exhaustion and your body melds to mine, twin forms made into one and your head rests perfectly upon my chest. I am transfixed by your gaze and my soul sings softly in gentle refrain. And as thus, we wait to greet the dawn…

Be a Good Boy

Nothing beats waking up next to someone you find irresistibly delicious, like today.

He looks especially delicious sleepily laying there, his leg raised to his stomach making the outline of his ass stand out perfectly through his shorts.

My fingertips trailed over his body as he cracked jokes unaware of how much i wanted to take him, until suddenly my fingers slipped down to teasingly part his cheeks and stimulate him physically and emotionally, my teeth digging into his back.

Theres this little trick i enjoy where my nails trail from his neck all the way down, digging harder into his flesh causing him to moan and push his ass against my pussy.

Those are the moments i wish i had a cock to bury deep into him, but instead i work with what I’ve got.

Deethroating my fingers to wet them with my spit i soon slide them across his hole, teasing him before i inevitably push them in, each moan giving me my own special little pleasure, going faster just to hear him gasp more and more.

Helen Takes a Ride [F] [Solo] [Toys]

Full Story: [https://dialogus.blog/2019/07/04/helen-takes-a-ride/](https://dialogus.blog/2019/07/04/helen-takes-a-ride/)

Helen Takes a Ride

Helen blushed as her honey brown eyes glazed over her sensuous form. Clad in tall black pumps, sheer black thigh highs pinned to a tight black garter belt, and her breasts nearly spilling from the sheer black bra she had to admit she looked damn good. Rarely did she dress up outside of work, but tonight called for something a little extra. Helen applied the last of her crimson lipstick to her pouty lips and nodded to herself. She was actually going through with this.

As she made her way to her bedroom her high pumps clicked along her hard wood floor. Each step bringing her closer to a new chapter in her life. Having her boyfriend leave her, cut down to part-time at work, and now having to pay for the apartment by herself Helen had wracked her brain for a new source of income.

It had been a fluke that one of her girlfriends had told her about women performing cam shows as she had called them. At first Helen was put off by the idea of sharing her body to the world, but between “researching” and fantasizing about the act she finally broke down and told herself she would try it one time.

Return of the Shadow Colletive – Ch 4 – (Star Wars, FF, Fingering)

**Jakku**

It felt so strange being among Mandalorians. Orion didn’t want to be on Jakku: away from technology, without even a ship nearby. Even though she was uncomfortable, she realized the value of the chance that she had been given.

‘Many are dead who would have loved a chance like this.’ The young human girl moved through the tents of the small camp, looking for Luminara so that she could tell the leader of the strike team what a privilege it was, and she wanted to get away from Dorf for a while. Before they’d set off on the mission, Orion had been woefully unaware that someone could go on for thirty minutes about the differences between a thermal detonator and a plasma grenade and she didn’t want any more lessons. Orion got close to the tent only to hear something that made her stop in her tracks.

“Oh…”  The noise caught Orion off guard. Soon it was more than just moans and sexual roars. Her nostrils expanded slightly as the girl with brown hair set in a stylish bun leaned slightly closer towards the tent. Her nose caught the smell of sweat and sensual juices. It made her fingers shiver like they felt the needed to be working on a datapad or at least doing something. After her initial reaction, Orion looked away from the tent.