When we’re downstairs, you get a text from me that says “I’m going to fuck you later.”
I leave and your phone goes off again – it’s a snapchat this time. You open it and it’s a semi-nude pic in front of the mirror, with the caption “meet me here in 5 minutes”. You wait for nearly five minutes before making an excuse to leave.
Category: eroticliterature
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Brittany’s New Puppy [ff] [bst] [inc]
Technically, the whole family adopted Sasha, but from an early age it became apparent that he was Brittany’s dog. He answered only to her call, slept at the foot of her bed, and spent every waking moment he could right by her side. At first Sarah was jealous, but in time she simply smiled at the dog’s antics. It certainly wasn’t anything personal, and the time the dog left her alone was simply more time to attend to her studies.
At 20, Sarah was bookish in both character and appearance, her quiet demeanor appropriately matched by her short cut blonde hair and plain, conservative glasses. Her usually flat face would occasionally morph into a subtle smile at an amusing anecdote, but she rarely laughed or made humor of her own.
Even Sarah’s body seemed to reflect her aura. She was thin, almost painfully so, and those who had never seen her workout might deem her fragile. She remained well toned, her legs and butt cut and tight from many a brisk jog, though try as she might she couldn’t enhance her small breasts. Sarah rarely stood out in a crowd, but she was content this way. Few bothered to bother her.
[META] I’ll write a story about a girl you fantasize about.
Just message me the following:
The girl’s name, real or fake.
Physical description of her. A picture is super helpful but not a necessity.
A bit about her personality.
What you want to happen in the story.
Other characters, if any. This can include yourself if you like.
Perspective of the story.
Optional: Your kinks and / or turn offs.
Story Feedback?
I’m in the editing process of erotic story I wrote in a fervor over the last day or two, hoping to make it fit for publishing. I’m looking for people interested in reading and giving some criticism and feedback. If you’re interested, shoot me a message and we can talk more.
The story is question features beast/dog elements as well as sister/sister incest.
The Last Submissive-A Femdom.Dating Testimonial
We met on Femdom.Dating. My profile was male submissive, she was (obviously) a female dominatrix. Her profile picture was of a pair of long, perfectly sculpted legs in fishnet hose; on her feet, four-inch black patent leather high heels. I instantly wanted to get down on my knees and worship their owner.
I couldn’t believe she wrote me first. The way it mostly goes on BDSM websites is that you write to a dozen mistresses, hear back from one, and ‘she’ turns out to be a ‘he’—some asshole jerking around male submissives around for shits and giggles. Unfortunately, our alternate, kinky universe attracts a perverse collection of posers and scam artists who cycle through dozens of profiles each month, ripping images of sexy models from the Internet and luring the unwary sub with phony profiles.
After a while, you can spot the fakes; frequently, they recycle the same boilerplate text, only using a different image of some porn star or a pretty girl off of Facebook. The alternate lifestyle websites try to detect and delete these fake profiles, but it’s impossible to keep up with the deluge.
So, it comes down to “let the member beware.” You really have no idea who you’re dealing with or where they are located. It might be some African teenager pretending to be a voluptuous blonde from Sweden. These scam artists prey on innocent submissives who long to obey their Master/Mistress, think it’s real and before long they’re hooked. Once the D/s relationship is established, they get reeled in like a fish on a line: “My husband died of liver cancer and I need help, wire money, slave.”
Submissives rightly become jaded and wary. And yet . . . and yet . . . hope springs eternal.
For me, hope paid off. Mistress Hunter’s message leaped from my laptop like an arrow shot through the heart. Why? Because it was obvious that she had actually read my profile and that she was a real lifestyle Mistress . . . one with a plan.
She wrote:
“Hello slave, you state you want to experience true submission to a dominant woman, and that you want it to be real, more than a scene. You seem sincere and your profile suggests a certain depth of character. I’m currently in my selection process for a new submissive. I prefer candidates from the Metro D.C. area, and will review them over the next week, so do not delay. You must respond via the email address below. Enter ‘Candidate 46’ in the subject line. Attach a recent face photo and your real-life job résumé. Write a short essay explaining why you seek this position and list any prior BDSM experience. You will address me as ‘Ms. Hunter’ in all correspondence.”
Hooked On You [MFF] [3some]
Eleven thirty-eight in the morning. That was the time I saw on the small digital clock sitting askew on the antique wood and gold nightstand. The room was still somewhat dark due to the thick champagne embroidered velvet curtains, but there were some rays of sun peeking in through the small openings, affording me some light to get a bearing on my surroundings.
The three of us were spread out over the king size bed. Pillows and blankets were both thrown haphazardly along with all of our clothes around the room in various messy piles, the only thing covering our naked bodies was the lone cream silk sheet left on the bed and our various limbs.
After my mind finally began to wake up, I found myself on my stomach in between both of them with one of his hands laying warmly on the middle of my back, the sound of light breathing tickling my ear. I smiled as I turned to my side, my body twinging at the slight soreness and my smile turned into a large grin at the tiny reminder my mind conjured up for me of our wild and crazy sex-filled evening; her beautiful moans as she came just from my tongue fluttering over her delicious pussy.
Bounty Hunter’s Day Job Ch 2 (MF, Milf, Sex on the Job)
It was late at night on Tosil. Most of the planet was sleeping but if you liked to visit the hot new entertainment spots your evening was just starting to get good. The day had been a lazy Saturday like plenty of other days since my wings had been clipped but so far the evening had been interesting. I got a big tip from what had to be a Tusbeni arms dealer who seemed to enjoy getting to his destination five minutes before expected. His gold curved helmet informed me that he was Tusbeni but his enourmous business coat that could have hidden enough weapons to take on a Manticorps security team had me guessing about his profession for at least my next three fairs. The next client was a pair of girls who were excitedly finishing up their makeup in my cap while they talked about a new place opening up called King’s Fall. I made a point to check out the place my next Saturday off, figured it would be fun blowing off some steam but a man like me can almost always find some form of work with a new and inexperienced club owner. On Tosil the people who open up new clubs generally have no shortages of enemies or bodies to take care of to make sure they stay in their favored position. Of course when she came into my cab I forgot all about King’s Fall and the attractive girls who had been headed there.
“Congratulations on Your Promotion”
“Greta, Mr. Fraser would like to see you in his office today. I have scheduled you in at 4 PM, please do not be late.”
“Oh fuck!” I can’t help but think to myself. When it’s Friday and the boss of the company wants to see you that afternoon, that’s never a good sign. Not to mention that my pervert of a boss has been after me since I started 7 months ago. I knew I shouldn’t have accepted this job when he was flirting during the initial interview, but how could I turn it down? The money was just too good to pass up, especially for an entry level accounting position!
When my husband and I moved to New York, it was a struggle. He’s a writer, but the truth about being a starving artist isn’t nearly as glamorous as you’d think. I had just finished my Bachelors in Accounting, but being a tall blonde woman, people tend not to take me seriously. The fact that my breasts are 34D’s doesn’t help. People don’t see a smart woman when they look at me; they just see a bimbo, which is what I’m sure Mr. Fraser thought when he hired me. But I work hard, and I thought I was doing well, apparently that is not the case though, since I’m afraid I’m about to be fired.
The Genie (fantasy, public, MFFFFFFFF)
I was going through a divorce, and it sucked. Really bad. The ex was fighting for as much as she could get her hands on, including our two teenage daughters. I had needed some air, so I drove out to the coast, content to walk along the beach until…whenever. As I was walking, my foot stumbled upon something hard and metallic. I bent down to pick it up, and it was an old metal flask of some sort with some writing on the side. As I rubbed at it to see what was written, it suddenly began to get very hot. So hot that I dropped it back in the sand. So hot that it was smoking, green, of all colors. Suddenly from the smoke stepped out a beautiful woman, dressed in a gold bikini top and loose harem-style pants. Her skin was a golden color as well, and I couldn’t help but notice how shiny and smooth it was. She informed me that she wasn’t indeed a woman, but a genie, and was forced to take the form of whatever would please her master the most. She was here to grant me three wishes. I was convinced that it was a crazy person, in from the surf or something, messing with my brain. Probably sent by my ex-wife to murder me in my sleep or something. Whether it was boredom, horniness, anger, amusement, or drunkenness, I’m not sure, but I said to the genie, “take off your clothes then, if you’re here for my pleasing.” Instantly she was nude. Her golden tan was not limited to her uncovered areas, she appeared to be glowing everywhere, and was completely hairless below her head. She was naked so fast that she would have had no time to actually remove her clothes, and I knew somehow that she was speaking the truth and that by some crazy force of nature I was talking to an actual genie. And a gorgeous naked one at that.