I love those large hands on my body,
Gripping and squeezing my ass.
I love how you penetrate;
One smooth slow glide till all of you is inside.
Mm, how i love being filled…
how you push me with each thrust.
You squeeze my breasts together under the wet shirt,
grazing your fingertips against my swollen nipples…
Just want to tilt my head back and let go…
I love how you grab my hips and passionately fill me in,
my ass cheeks cupped in your large hands,
and your mouth nibbling away on neck and breasts.
I love how you press against me, and pull me in,
it’s like you want no distance in between.
My body is rocking to your rhythm and all i can feel is you.
I want to close my legs behind you
and push you deeper inside me.
At this point I’m not even sure
who is giving and who is taking…
All i know is i want to be taken by you.
I want you now.
Allow me to wipe all those juices from your cock using my mouth,
Let me worship it and make you cum all over my tits…
I want that cock deep inside my throat till I gag.
Come, let me have it, give it to me.
Give me it like you mean it…
Leave no inch of my skin untouched by your hands or mouth…
Fill me as you please and watch me take it all and writhe in desire.
Let me suck it tender and dry…
Shoot your load right inside, mmm…
Make me tremble and shake,
make me weak and leave me fulfilled.
I love how my breasts are swelling right now,
just want you to eat these voluptuous melons and
let me spread your load all over them.
Can’t wait to bend down for you as you thrust me again and again,
Send me over the edge,
Let me scream.
Mm, baby pound away…
Let that ass shake – slap it, feel it like you should…
Don’t leave me hanging it up the air for you ;)
I wanna see my ass take it all in that video,
I wanna see it quake and ripple as you drive it inside.
Your fingers dig into my thighs;
My ass is a spanking-pink from your hands.
I’ll let you tie my hands and breasts using beautiful knots
and blindfold me for your pleasure…
Just want to be on my knees sucking you.
Let me drink every drop;
Let it drip down and down…
Let me kiss you all around – from tip to base,
feel my tongue on your shaft,
Taking looooooong slow licks, like its the best thing I ever tasted.
What else would you like me to worship?
Let’s make this bed creak and ground tremble.
Fuck me hard then gentle,
…and then hard again.
Mmm… do me good.
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Dominating the Asian Tease Chapter 2 [trigger warning][non-consent][forced MFM][fiction]
Let me preface by saying, I know I’m a terrible person, I really do!! But if you’re curious about Chapter 1 you can find it in my profile.
NON-CON! Don’t read please if you don’t like this type of stories.
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Chapter 2
Rape was something you heard about on the news, not something you should have experience with. It was hard to reconcile herself to the fact that it’d happened to her.
Ruby paid for her groceries and listlessly loaded everything into her trunk. It was a hot summer day, her favourite kind of weather, but she had abandoned her usual skimpy bodysuit and short skirts in favour of the oversized baggy T-shirt and jeans.
Throughout high school, college, and adulthood, Ruby had always thought women had all the power. Boys—men were just so *damned* stupid. Dangled a feminine body in front of them and they chased around it like dogs chased their own tails. Ruby especially loved to let them think they could have a piece of her, only to reject and taunt them at the last moment. They were always too meek and timid to do anything other than accepting their stupidity. The pushovers, jeeez.
Sadist
What a sadist is ?
I’ve been thinking about what a **sadist** is, because I am a masochist. There exist already some articles about this subject, most of them try to fathom the topic psychologically. I just want to write from the point of view of a woman who does not want to explain, but wants to show the meaning for herself.
**What is sadism?** I begin to explain **sadism**, because it is the essence that gives the **sadist** his intense appeal. Sadism is the passion and irrepressible pleasure and joy to humiliate your partner, to cause her pain, to show her your own sexual power with every breath, to express her your own presence, to make her aware that only your own will counts that she is completely dominated and and that this is all verbal as well as physical. All this is sadism and a **masochist** woman loves it when a man lives for it.
**What is a sadist or sadist lover?** Now we are already in the middle of the subject, **what a sadist or a sadist** **lover is?** **A sadist or sadist lover** knows lustfully, skillfully, very dominantly to use his power. He has this particular aroma of lust, power, superiority, which makes a woman tremble with devotion, longing, desire, and surrender. He builds up in her an immense demand to let dominate herself, to serve him to his will, to give herself completely to his sexual pleasure, dominance and his sexual play, that this desire reaches a barely enduring intensity. He knows what he wants and gets it, he does not ask he just takes it.
**What is a sadomasochistic relationship?** To understand what a **sadist** is, I need to describe **what a sadomasochistic relationship is**. Today I am describing exclusively the sexual aspect. Every **sadist** finds his optimal partner in a **masochist**. This woman desires, implies, implores, pain, humiliation, being used because she wants it, and above all because it is the only way of salvation for her. In a **sadomasochistic relationship** between a **sadist** and a **masochist**, based on the sexual passion of the two, the **sadistic dominance** of the man and the **masochistic devotion** of the woman are lived out, according to the preferences of both. The woman longs for imploring, begging the dominance of the man. I will illustrate this by an example. In this example, I will also introduce extremely intense and amusing game styles of the **BDSM / SM**, which will be described in more detail in later articles. There are **tease & denial**, **bondage** and **orgasm control**.
The **sadis**t enters the room, the **masochist** is already naked and full of longing, after **bondage**, after stimulating and treating her private parts to the border of the orgasm and then to get him denied (**Tease & Denial**) the power of the **sadist** to decide if she gets no, one or many orgasms (**orgasm control**), after pain humiliation, to get used and humiliated by the **sadist**. The **sadist** knows it, this sexual power excites him, makes him even more powerful and the masochist is even more willing to get used by him. The **sadist** plays with her as he likes, without worrying about what she wants, as long as he wants it and puts him in a lusty intoxication until his complete fulfillment and satisfaction. She is surrendered to him, is reluctant after this treatment because it fulfills her and gives her the ultimate satisfaction.
Help Me Lose My Mind (The White Velvet Remix) [M/F] [Spanking] [Romantic]
I met him at a house party on a random Saturday night two weeks ago.
Being invited by a good friend of mine, my plan was to go hang out with friends, have a couple of drinks, and maybe hook up with a random stranger for some much needed stress relief ahead of my exams. And for the first hour or so, that’s exactly what happened. But…then I met him.
What started off as nice conversation under a gorgeous night sky with friends and a perfectly made gin and tonic, turned into an intense staring contest, then quickly escalated to a battle for control. Twenty questions style. While I’d like to think I at least put up a good fight, in the end, I couldn’t resist the proverbial red string pulling both of us together.
We then proceeded to spend the next twelve or so hours together, experiencing a total sexual high I was certain I’d never experience again. The next day, he kindly drove me home after a long leisurely Sunday morning of “getting to know each other” underneath an incredibly cozy, grey and white striped duvet. The relatively long ride was spent chatting about any topic that came to mind, then made promises to call each other over intimate kisses and hungry bites to the lips.
The Sissy Boi Toy At The Fetish Pary
Mistie is away and loaned her slut to me to take with me wherever I go. How are you doing this evening Jim?” I stood there quiet, delicately poised for Mistress Kate listening to her talk to Master Jim. “I am doing quite well, happy you are joining me to the party this evening. Get in and let’s head to the party.” Mistress Kate gently guides me into the limo in the back seat, as Mistress and Master Jim sat across from me.
The ride was fairly quiet for a bit while Mistress and Jim whispered to each other. Some time had passed before Mistress Kate spoke up. “Sissy Boi Toy, Master Jim would like some service before we arrive at the fetish party.” She said this as Jim was opening his pants and taking his hardening cock out. “Now slut, be careful not to make a mess, make sure you swallow all of him. Do not get your dress dirty.” I gently kneeled down in the limo and wrapped my lips gently around his cock sucking it deep into my mouth.
I began sucking his fat hard cock as my own cock came to attention. Mistress Kate opened the limo window so the driver could see what was going on. I whimpered and moaned as I sucked and licked Jim’s cock, caressing his balls with my hand as I pulled out licking his cock like a lollipop. I felt his cock start to throb and pulse so I wrap my lips around it sliding down on his cock in and out pushing his cock deep into my throat. He began to buck his hips fucking my face.
St. Andrew’s cross
**St. Andrew’s cross**
A special attraction is: To be completely naked with blindfolded eyes and to be visible to everyone on the cross! The sensitive spots are ready to be touched!
Whip, weights and brackets are used!
Touch with hands, mouth or instruments as agreed by the top and then by others! The partner is responsible!
As children we loved to play hide and seek and let ourselves be tied with ropes and most of us hoped to be unleashed again !!
Exactly that occurred to me again and thus for me the St. Andrew´s cross is the BDSM device of the month November. At these temperatures and in our latitudes something for the interior! A must-have among the bondage disciplines and expression of the bondage lifestyle.
I imagine the following nice equipment. A dark room, shackles on the 4 bars and of course people, naked people and everyone is allowed to feel one side or the other, may be top / sadist / gentleman or even just watch if he does not have enough courage or no need to surrender to his desire!
Why do people like bondage and pain?
**Why do people like bondage and pain?** The chat window opens. Here I am. Inexperienced. Insecure. Curious. Curious about the men. How will they react to a woman who wants more? Will they respect me? Am I a pure object of desire? Are my ideas of bondage absurd? And above all, how will I react?
I am a woman in her mid-twenties, wants more than ordinary sex, cuddling and tender kisses. And again these questions: Am I perverted because I want to be tied up? Because I long for a sweet pleasure pain? Because I no longer want to have relationships that are lost in the routine of everyday life? I’m not a sexy vamp. Just a girl next door. Maybe too simple for the men I’ll meet here? Now I am online. In search of this “more” that I can not even define. Do I want a SM relationship? Or maybe just live me out? May I as a woman say that I want to be tied up? Is it wrong to have the desire to get spanked? May I have bondage and latex fantasies? And while I still think about all this, I’m already written to it. For a brief moment it’s as if my heart stops.
I open the message of the unknown: “You open your eyes and look into the darkness. You feel the chains that fix your body. The mask that covers your face. The clamps in your nipples that make your body throb. Gently sweeps the leather over your skin. Your breath gets faster. Tension seems to tear you. ” Goose bumps. A feeling of pleasure overcomes me. Get caught and excited at once. The adrenaline shoots through my body. For a moment the air is gone. This stranger talks to me from the bottom of my soul. Awakens my desire with his words to life – I want that!
I’m ready. Ready to give me up. To drop. To entrust my longings to this stranger. Entrusting myself to him and delivering myself to him. Feel how bondage captivates my soul and my body. I am full of expectation. Full of desire for the sweet pain. To feel the leather grains on my skin. Tender kisses that cover my body and hard blows that make him shake. The foreign bondage lover lets me immerse myself in a world full of desire, passion and to my astonishment – trust. I get an insight into the world of bondage. An insight that has so little to do with “Fifty Shades of Gray”. My initial curiosity is inspired and seduced. I want to experience this “more”. The men who meet me are different, different from what I thought. Charming. Funny. Witty. Perverse? I don´t know. Not more than me. Is it perverted to admit his inclinations? To live out his inclinations? Not hiding behind social norms? We live out our desire. We are crossing boundaries – not just the supposed boundaries of decency and morality. We are crossing the borders in our heads. The fears that define us. The fears that fix us in everyday life. We live. We suffer. We love.
To put my limits and desires into words makes them come alive – to be experienced. Bondage is no longer just a rough idea of the possible. It’s a fantasy: “I want to deny myself. I do not want to be one of many. I want to enjoy the game of power. Wild. Passionate. Curious. I want you to seduce me. Tying with your eyes. Your lips make me long for your kisses. Determine about my body. Fix me. Take my freedom with leather straps. Press my thighs apart. Bind my arms to the bedhead. Cover my eyes. Touch me, so that I distort myself after you. Cover my skin with hot wax. Let your tongue explore my body. Nibble on my nipples. Let me feel the agony of waiting for you. ” The chat window gives me a look into the dark desires. Bondage Practices, Feminization, D & T, SM Relationships and Varnish, Leather & Latex. There is a whole world to discover and a bit of it myself!
I log out, drive down the notebook and smile. I am a woman in my mid-twenties, longing for sweet pleasure pain, want to get spanked and experience bondage!
An Inappropriate Nightcap (Cheating, Ageplay)
There was a palpable sense of relief when the final bell rang at the end of another school term. The children are hasty, chairs scraping on the tiled floor so that my well wishes for the coming summer break are well and truly drowned out. It’s a cacophony of noise as they excitedly leave my room, loudly talking over one another about plans for the break until the noise dwindles into the distance and I am finally left alone with my thoughts and the motes of dust in the afternoon light.
I lean back and push my glasses up to rest on my increasingly creased forehead, battle scars from a tiring and draining career. My hands drag over cheeks and into my short blonde hair, and I close eyes as my body finally relaxes. All I want to do is to curl up and sleep for the summer, perhaps see if James wants to go away somewhere. Of course he won’t want to – he was always far too busy with work. But he’s paid well, and because of the hours he sinks in we can both live comfortably in a very nice house, and I can teach what I am passionate about without having to worry about bills.
[F4M] A special type of depravity..
Let’s write a story together….
You (Eric: the male) – You’re a charming business executive who buys thousand-dollar suits. You’re a great salesman. You’re a great salesman because you know to persuade people and and you’re always one step ahead of their concerns. You’re popular among your coworkers. You attend office parties and work related non mandatory social events such as going to clients galas and charity events. Point in blank, you’ve got your shit together. Yet you have a whole different side of you when you’re not at work. You’re a sadist. You’re mainly an emotional sadist – you prey on a females self worth. You’re very skilled at getting what you what. I would like this character to be physically fit and under 35 years old. When it comes to race, I’d prefer this character to be either white, mixed or lightskin black, or any type of Hispanic origins. You do not have to be a male to play the role as a male, I just would expect you to have a good idea of how a males mind works and a creative imagination.