Hate [mf]

“You been working out?”

Tammy was caught off guard. “Not really. Why?”

“Those pants are great on your ass.” She was wearing a new pair of workout pants. They were black, accentuating her curves and lines, making Mark shift his bulge. Tammy always wore something to highlight a part of her body. It was all alluring though. She worked out. He knew it.

Mark smacked her ass just to watch her body absorb the shock. “Stop it, Asshole.” He laughed as he charged ahead of her.

“I’m going to the screen doors. I’d rather be around something bangable.” He had to move quickly though his bulge would become noticeable in his sweatpants.

“Oh I’m bangable, alright. Even by you.” She muttered. Mark missed the last part, he was already 15 feet ahead. He may be an asshole, but he was still hot. The only reason they hadn’t worked out was his attitude.

Are We There Yet? [Msolo] [Fsolo] [Exhibitionism]

I couldn’t tell if the waitress knew what we were doing underneath that vintage tabletop.  I mean I guess it really didn’t matter since we would never see that place or her again, but I was still curious to know if she ever figured it out.  Probably should explain.

Things had been very hectic for the both of us, which is a good thing don’t get me wrong.  However, that left us with a lot less time to spend with each other over the past few months.  So when the opportunity arose, we decided to take a weekend road trip to a beautiful bed and breakfast located about five hours from where we both lived.  

The updated bed and breakfast was located in the heart of a quaint little village and was situated on acres upon acres of perfectly manicured lawn.  Gorgeous gardens surrounded most of the bed and breakfast with all of them underneath an umbrella of tall oak trees.  Different types of flowers and foliage were planted all over the garden; providing each section with a different ambiance from tranquil to sensual.  The perfect location for a relaxing romantic weekend.  At least, that’s what the reviews on the website said.  But I guess five hundred plus people couldn’t be wrong when they gave it a five star rating on Tripadvisor.

Wrapped Around Her Finger (Car Ride Torture II) [Mf, bratty domme, teasing, cheating]

I sat in my garage for a few minutes after Joe dropped me off. With some strategic placement of my jacket that I was holding after we dropped Amy off, I was able to disguise the mess his daughter forced me to make in my pants. The next trick was getting my pants and boxers washed before my wife, Karen, spotted the evidence of my afternoon delight. Thankfully, she was busy preparing for a party we were hosting that night and I was able to slip past her to get to the laundry room off the garage.

My phone buzzed as I was changing into some workout clothes, but before I could grab it my wife opened the door to the garage. “There you are–I thought I heard you come in the front door. Why didn’t you say hi? And why are you doing laundry?”

“Hey babe–we had to take Joe’s daughter to pick up some stuff for school and she dropped her frappe-whatever as she got in the car. It got all over my pants, so I wanted to wash them before the stain set.”

“Hmmmm…did you remember to put the stain stuff on it?”

A slow night at the club. [mf]

It’s early. You’ve had a couple drinks but it’s still early and you’re tired of the bars. The same fake people you see every Saturday trying to drown their insecurities and hook up with the easiest partner they can. No effort, no creativity, no real potential anywhere.

Maybe one more drink. You stand at the bar, your jeans supporting your perfectly shaped glutes and your hips slightly swayed to almost make it look like you’re sticking it out for someone to grab. But no one does. The men at the bar aren’t man enough for you and they make frail attempts at pick ups but fail miserably.

“Fuck this place!” You leave. A waste of a buzz and a waste of your sexy look. But you don’t leave alone. As you walk back to your place the crowds seem to part as you walk. Everyone notices you. You love the attention but the boys out tonight can’t handle it. Except one man. He’s decided to test you out. He’s giving you space though, letting your guard drop as you get closer home.

The Weekend: Saturday Breakfast [MF}

This is the part three of an erotic story I wrote earlier this year. The first part is [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/7ngqru/nsfw_the_weekend_friday_night_mf/) and the second part is [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/7ovt1a/the_weekend_saturday_morning_mf/). I enjoyed the process and want to get better at writing it. I was told this would be a good place to post it to get some feedback. There is still a part that I have yet to write that I’m stuck on. Hopefully the feedback will help. Thanks

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Clark began stirring and as he became aware of his surroundings he also became aware of who was in the bed beside him. He slowly regained his focus as he opened his eyes and looked at Savannah still asleep next to him. He moved as slow as possible to try to not wake her and managed to escape without waking her, at least as far as he could tell.

Clark went to his room and put on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, not bothering with boxers until he had a chance to shower. He walked towards the kitchen and was going to make himself some breakfast but noticed the kitchen was still a mess from last night. He was not accustomed to cooking in a messy kitchen so he started tidying up. The fact that Luke had a dishwasher made things significantly easier but there was a few things Clark washed by hand to ensure that when he cooked he wasn’t just adding to the mess.

The Weekend: Saturday Morning [MF]

This is the part two of an erotic story I wrote earlier this year. The first part is [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/7ngqru/nsfw_the_weekend_friday_night_mf/). I enjoyed the process and want to get better at writing it. I was told this would be a good place to post it to get some feedback. There’s one more written part and one unwritten part that I’m stuck on. Hopefully the feedback will help. Thanks

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Clark woke up to his phone buzzing. It was 7:36am and his phone showed a new text from Luke.

“Hey bud, I got called into work this morning, I’ll probably be gone for most of the day but I’ll give you a heads up when I’m on my way home. Help yourself to anything in the house and don’t let Savannah talk you into doing chores for her” Clark put his phone down after reading the text and rolled over and tried to go back to sleep. He normally puts his phone into airplane mode so he can get quality sleep but must have forgotten with the events of the previous night. He reminisced about Savannah’s tight pussy and immediately his cock began to stir. He thought of how it tasted and could almost taste her in his mouth again; his cock was fully erect at the thought. Clark knew at this point he was awake and his mind began to wonder. He stretched his muscles to fully wake up when his mind developed an idea. He moved out of bed, went to his clean up kit, grabbed another condom and walked out of the room.

La Dominación Femenina En El Hogar

Un viernes por la noche era el día en que ambos sumisos se les permitirían quitarse la jaula de castidad. Pasó un mes sin que ambos hombres estuvieron encerrados. No cometieron ninguna falta y cumplieron cada orden de las damas sin objeciones ni quejas. Sara tuvo una idea la cual a Julieth le encantó. Ambas damas mandaron llamar a sus sumisos a una habitación. Las damas usaban una vestimenta similar. Julieth usaba un top negro y unos pantalones de cuero a la cadera negros y botines negros de tacón mientras que Sara usaba un corsé rojo y una minifalda negra con botas de tacón negras hasta la rodilla.
Ambos sumisos tocaron la puerta de dicha habitación y esperaron, “Adelante,“ dijo una de las damas. Ambos sumisos entraron a la habitación algo ansiosos, se inclinaron con la cabeza al piso frente a su respectiva esposa. Julieth estaba sentada en las piernas de Sara. Ella tomaba de la cintura a su novia, “Bien caballeros, sabemos que están esta noche emocionados,”dijo Julieth mientras se inclinaba contra el pecho de su amante, “Y si hoy dejaremos que tengan varias erecciones y eyaculen por esta noche.” Los sumisos se emocionaron por las palabras dichas por la dama, “Pero tenemos una nueva actividad para los cuatro,” dijo Julieth mientras que Sara le besaba el cuello.
Los dos sumiso se miraron algo preocupados, haciendo reír a ambas damas, “Dado de July y yo somos novias oficiales,” dijo Sara con una sonrisa malvada, “Ustedes dos van a ser novios y amantes a partir de esta noche.” Ambos sumisos se asustaron. Los sumisos ya habían probado el sexo anal aplicado por su respectiva dama pero no esperaban llegar a tal extremo. “Pueden no aceptar pero eso solo provocaría aumentar su labores domésticas,” dijo Julieth al ponerse de pie mostrando la llave de su marido, además de aumentar el tiempo de su encierro, “dijo Sara al pasar la llave de su marido por entre sus labios de manera provocativa. Para este momento ambos sumisos ya estaban desesperados por ser liberados. A ambos les excitaba ver a sus esposas juntas y ser torturados por ambas le llegó a gustar. Además había una clausula en el contrato donde decía que estas actividades se harían en privado y era una regla que todos cumplían sin excepción. Inclusive ambas damas limitaban su contacto en la calle, “Julio miró a un preocupado John. “Lo haré solo si tú quieres hacerlo.” “Si tú lo estas, yo lo hare “dijo John. Ambos sumisos se inclinaron ante cada dama, “Si señoritas lo haremos, “dijeron los sumisos. Las dueñas se encontraban extasiadas.
Ambas damas permitieron a cada sumiso subir a la cama y cada sumiso se acostó a lado de su nuevo novio, mientras que cada dama se acostaba a un lado de su marido para poder ver la acción entre hombres. “Que esperan, dense un beso, “dijo Sara algo emocionada. Fue entonces cuando Julio tomó del rostro a John para acercarlo y se dieron un beso algo torpe. “Vamos chicos pueden hacer algo fuerte, ¡queremos ver u buen beso francés!,” dijo Julieth al tomar la nuca de su marido y ayudarlo a aumentar la intensidad del beso y ambos hombres se besaron intensamente abriendo la boca y metiendo la lengua.

Toblerone Trouble

I randomly created this on a challenge [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gifs/comments/7ohb27/gotcha/ds9pwc3/?context=3) was told you would like it so posting here

They chuckle looking at each other as she realizes how exposed she is to him, that shes sleep deprived and making little mistakes with the autonomy of life. Day in day out, the same things, but this day is different. Hes smiling at me, making my day better and I am blushing for once.

Finishing groceries while she is giving back the change their hands touch, blushing and shy she quickly hastends accidently spilling the change on the floor. Thinking why am I blushing so hard, why am I so giddy as they both get under the counter counting coins until they both look up and stare deeply into each others eyes. Hey, sorry for dropping it, she states in a hazed despair unable to think about anything other than euphoric bliss

Its alright, I am here with you now so its money well spent as they finish trying to pick up the change when he reaches under her bumping heads. Oww she proclaims rubbing her head, I am sorry that hurt reaching further kissing her head better. How does it feel now?

You Know You Want to Do What I Say [m/F Domme/sub, exhibitionism, sexting, panty fetish]

**Ready to Play**

I see you sitting on the park bench, exactly as I’d told you.

Good boy.

You look good, all buttoned-down with a nice tie and shined shoes. But I know what you hide. I know what’s inside.

I smile. Let’s get started.

My friends all think it’s odd that we met on a dating site. That I would go through the hassle of long-distance dating instead of finding someone closer to my small hometown.

They don’t get it.

I remember messaging you. You’d been surprised. Even on a fetish dating site, even with Dommes, women rarely message men first. But I did. After one look at your photo, your profile, I knew you had to be mine.

For the first few exchanges, I’d kept things casual. Flirty. Asking about your job. Your family. Your interests. I’d memorized every office anecdote, every family memory, every trivia about your every passion, storing it away in my head like treasure.