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[cheating fantasy] [anal play] [rough sex] The Men of My Dreams PT. 2

I’m glad a few of you liked the last one, let’s get started, shall we?

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Zach led me to the bed and laid me down on my stomach, headset still within earshot he began smacking my ass, followed by squeezing both cheeks and kissing them. Each slap getting harder, I could feel my clit swelling and my wet pussy warming my inner thighs with my delicious juices. All I could think about was John, and how sexy he’d looked today, and how I wished he’d just taken me right there, in his office. My moans and screams were getting louder and after the fifth blow I yelped loudly from the pain.

“Shut the fuck up, slave. I tell you when to moan, I tell you when to come”. “O-okay”, I managed to stutter, barely able to hold back my moan as he traced the outline of my black lacy underwear with his tongue. “Okay what, slave?” “O-OKAY SIR!”, I screamed as he shoved a vibrator inside of my underwear, rubbing it against my clit. I wish John would talk to me like this. I would let him fuck me in his blues. Angry at my scream Zach tore my underwear and pulled them off of me, shoving them in my mouth to keep me quiet. The vibrator continued to press against my glistening sex and swollen clit as I started trying to beg to come, panting, screaming Johns name, although all that came out was garbled moans and nonsense. All of a sudden, the vibration stopped, and I was left feeling lost, without climax. Read more »

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Once you see how bad she is craving your cock, you order her to get back to her knees. She worships you, teasing you along her lips… Read more »

Reddit Romance [mf] [femdom] [agegap]

When she first messaged me I was anxious. My post had been up for a couple of days, and I even posted multiple times with no luck. I went to the gym more, I ate even healthier, I posted more pictures online. Compliments. Likes. But no messages, until:

*“Hey. I’m local. I’ve been lurking around your posts but that latest pic of you really got me interested. I want to know your limits, what kind of dominant you want, and send me a pic of that sweet face of yours. Here’s one of me. I expect a response as soon as you see this.”*

My heart beat faster, I opened the image she sent me–god she was beautiful. Dark curly hair around her caramel skin. She was lying in bed in a crop top her breasts full and plump–clearly no bra on–you could see her hard, pierced nipples. Was she just playing with herself?

I checked her message again, this was what I wanted. Someone to dominate me entirely.

*“Let me say first, you are gorgeous.* Read more »

The Celestial Prayer [MF][absolution][cunnilingus]

You resisted. In your mind, at least. You didn’t speak the fears, the shame that someone planted in you. But I could feel its stony shape under your skin and hear how it muted and emptied your words.

Your muscles tensed. You held a shape reminiscent of a cocoon, but I understood. I knew I couldn’t slice it open without making you bleed, without adding more scars and knots and sinews.

My confession is that I crave the opposite.

I want to inspire you to burst from within.

Not at first, of course. That would ruin the epiphany even if the possibility existed.

I am desperate to forge your mind’s blade, so that you can take it in your hands with all familiarity. And your panting breaths and pounding heart nevertheless would allow you to finally bring that blade down between your legs and slice open your unspoken, conflicted desires. Your pussy—becoming the display of your life-granting inner organs. Your legs—parting wider wider wider to display the celestial trust you’ve placed in me.

And you thrust up to meet my tongue.

And growl the animal growl to gnash and devour the people who’ve reduced you and hobbled you. Read more »

Satiated [Teacher/Student, age gap, sexual tension] | Part Four

Fingers tapping furiously against his phone screen, Nicholas’ eyebrows furrowed inward. He was vacantly aware of Amanda’s presence across from him, only reminded and tugged back to reality when he tuned into the sound of her chewing. He felt a little guilty — he was being rude. Hadn’t even touched the tacos he’d ordered. But he had more pressing matters, more argumentative matters. Sarah was at it again. Offended over absolutely nothing again. And it was almost funny to him because this is how she’d been the entire time he met her. He’d hoped pregnancy would soften her, maybe change her perspective to allow a little more empathy in. He was wrong. This impulsiveness and finger-pointing entitlement had always been a constant variable in Sarah’s personality.

Nick brought home six figures, which was atypical of a high school teacher but he won more perks with his PhD. They had the house that she’d wanted. The cars that she’d wanted. Everything she’d ever wanted, she got him to get it for her. And yet she couldn’t even just give him some peace to sleep. As the weeks ticked down, he was starting to dread what life might be like with both her and a baby in the house. Two children. Read more »

First Story, feedback welcome! [MF]

I tend to wander around campus during finals, meandering through buildings that I’ve never visited during the sweet spot of **No One There** and **Still Open**. Yes, I could do this during the semester, but there’s something almost spiritual about walking through the cobblestone or marble halls of 500 year old buildings, all by yourself. Just you and the building. You and the hallways. The doors are portals to tiny worlds to be discovered. Halls are caverns that have seen riots, food fights, and (well, the 60’s DID happen) crazy orgies. And the hold their secrets to all but the best listeners.

I happen to be a very good listener, and by spring of my third year, I’d advanced to what I can only describe as a communion with the space. I didn’t just hear the rooms. I saw and even spoke with figures the rooms had held on to, in a sort of Trophy kind of way. And that third year, I even touched one.

I had left the Menhasset Agriculture complex, and was about to head to the café, when the sidewalk **literally pointed** another direction. Don’t ask about the pointing, I don’t understand it myself. But when the road you’re walking on doesn’t diverge, but rather urge, you end up at the main library. Read more »

Morning Shower

When I woke up this morning and felt that familiar wetness between my legs, I knew it was going to be a difficult day to get through.

As I laid in my bed, my hand drifted down between my legs. I started teasing my clit over my now damp thong. I could feel the heat spreading from my pussy. I desperately wanted to stay in bed and play with myself but my phone started buzzing with emails. I picked up my phone and let out a sigh. Play time had to wait.

I got out of bed and started walking toward my bathroom. My thong shifted slightly against my already sensitive pussy with every step, making my stomach flutter and the wetness growing between my legs.

When I peeled off my panties, I noticed a thin clear strand of my juices stretched from my pussy. I couldn’t help myself. My fingers found their way to my slick folds. I slid my middle finger down my lips and slowly circled my dripping pussy a couple of times before I slid it into the hole, coating my finger before pulling it out. Then, I inserted my glistening finger into my mouth, closed my lips around it then slowly pulled my finger out savoring the taste of myself. Read more »

Shower Fun Part 2 [FM]

You step into the shower underneath the shower head to wet the length of your body. I watch, still biting my lip, as the water glides over your broad shoulders and down your chest. Little beads get caught in your chest hair. I want to reach out and run my hands through it and tug on your nipples, but I’m mesmerized as you reach up to smooth your hair back. You take a step closer to me, move your left hand to cup my cheek and pull me up to meet your mouth. Your facial hair tickles against my soft skin. My lips part and our tongues meet, mingle, stroke and finally dance as the kiss deepens. Your right hand is at my waist and you pull me against you. Your cock is pressing against my stomach. I reach around to your backside and pull you even closer. Your dick stirs in appreciation. You break the kiss and push me back onto the tile shower bench. The cool tiles a reprieve for my fiery skin. You tell me to spread my legs out wide. I obey. As you lower yourself to your knees in front me, you grab the shower head and adjust the setting to pulsating. Admiring what you see you work your way with your hand and tongue up my leg to my knee and then down my inner thigh stopping to nibble along the way to my soaking lips. Using the shower head you tease me as the pulsating water passes across my clit. Again. Again. And again. My nails dig a little into your shoulders. I squirm on the bench. As you steady the pulses, using two fingers you enter me and I gasp at the pleasure.

Tied & denied [bondage] [MF]

Laura lay atop the bed, spread eagle and stark naked. Her hands and wrists were fastened securely to the posts of the bed with rope not coarse enough to hurt her, but coarse enough to enjoy. Usually she was gagged and blindfolded but in addition, her husband had suggested nose and ear plugs in what she, for now, deemed a successful attempt at near-sensual deprivation. All she wanted to feel was his touch.

She was unsure how long she’d been restrained for. She remembers that as the last earplug went in her right ear, her husband whispered that he’d be back soon and that upon his return, she had to shout behind her gag when she was going to cum. That made her happy, the prospect of the eventual orgasm, she began to grow wet with anticipation. Since then, she’s been suspended in silence. She may even have fallen asleep with one point, she wasn’t sure. A lack of other senses allowed her imagination to become vivid, so she may even have dreamt for a brief period. And dream she did, of all the things she wanted, all the things she needed, to be done to her. Read more »

Our First Time Meeting… [FM] [Masturbation] [Oral] [Rough Sex] [Cum]

It’s happening, it’s finally happening. Months of anticipation building up to this moment… I can feel my heart thudding through my chest as if it’s trying to break free, my breath becoming staggered at the thought of what’s to come, what’s just around the corner. My hands grip tightly at the steering wheel and my thighs tense up, trembling in excitement and longing. I can’t wait to reach my destination. Will he be there waiting for me? Or will I be the first to arrive at our room? My mind buzzes, wandering over all of the possibilities that tonight can bring.

“Just keep driving, Em. Stop getting worked up and distracted by excitement. Focus!” I scold at myself, pulling myself out of my own daydream.

My breathing becomes increasingly staggered as I pull into the hotel car park and find a space. As soon as the car engine stops, I’m looking in the mirror. I fluff my thick, shiny hair to look sexy-messy, pinch my cheeks so they’re a rosy innocent red and apply a thin layer of lipgloss to make my plump lips inviting. Just as I start to gather my overnight bag which is on the seat next to me, my phone pings. I glance over nonchalantly and unaware, my heart races as I see his name, and my stomach tenses. Is he here? I unlock my phone and open his message. Read more »