Shaun reacts to my advances and removes his hand from between my legs and moves it up to unbuckle my jeans. He raises his head, gazing at me as the button to my bottoms open. He smiles politely as he removes himself off of me and kneels on the floor in front of me. Using both hands, he slides my jeans off my body and drops them onto the floor. Each hand grabs my ankles as he pushes them up my legs. Each hand tightly gripped on my thighs as he brushes his nose against my clit. The tender swipes against me cause peaceful trickles throughout my cunt as I am yearning for him to give me more. Wanting him, craving him, hungry with lust. He trails his face down towards my slit as he gives my wet slit a slight flick of his tongue. Soft moans come from me as he inserts his index finger into my hole. He proceeds to move it all around, up, down, side to side as he whispers, “this is my paradise.”
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Sissy fantasy to nightmare [SM] [humil] [Crossdresser] [Forced]
Hi, this my first ever attempt at writing so please let me know what you think! I really appreciate it, hope you enjoy it. I just wrote about what turned me on.
Part One
Sunlight drifted gently through the hotel room as I woke up and rolled over to feel the warmth of Rosie next to me.
“Morning sleepy head”, she greeted me with a smile “no time to waste if you’re getting ready for the stag”.
It was just 3 days until our wedding and the pre-ceremony traditions were happening today.
Rosie rolled out of bed and I watched her seductively walk to the bathroom for a hot shower. She was dressed in an ivory silk chemise and boyshorts trimmed with lace. Her taste in lingerie was impeccable and some thing I loved (and indulged) about her.
We’d met 2 years earlier during a leaving party for someone at work. She’d been getting a drink at the bar next to me, we’d started talking after she accidentally got my drinks order and before we knew it were making out on the dance floor before heading to her house. It had been a whirlwind romance.
Ganges Goddess part 3.
A rough tongue licked me awake. My cozy slumber quickly faded as I realized my tigress was no longer by my side. Instead I found my friend with his hat atop his face peacefully napping a few meters away, and as I called his name, he jumped up and smiled. We tacitly returned to our escapade, only pausing to examine the local fauna and shrubbery. Sporadic beams of sunlight shot through the trees and made the morning dew glisten. The smell of fresh fruit filled my nostrils as we passed by some trees with ample amounts of fresh hanging mango and bananas. I could hear a faint echo of the primates and birds around me and a slight breeze cooling me as it evaporated the sweat on my body.
We looked around 360 degrees once we reached the top of the hills and saw a green sea of flowing leaves making the same noise as the ebb and flow of waves. The marvel sunk deep into my core as my friend and I pondered the grandiose panorama. In the corner of my periphery, I caught a glimpse of my tigress jogging towards a small fire. She seemed to be pouring buckets of water onto the fire, but to little avail. The fire quickly spread and caught everything around it ablaze. Thick black plumes of smoke permeated the air, blocking my view. I ushered my friend, and we jumped down and sprinted in that direction.
The Story of Anya the Slave [Part 3] (NSFW)
I heard some steps around me, but couldn’t identify whose they were. A hand pressed against my forehead, holding my head down over the table. Master’s voice appeared softly by my ear, “I want you to make noise for me, Anya. I want to hear both your pleasure and you pain.”
I made a soft noise of understanding just before a cock pressed into my open mouth, shoving itself down my throat with no hesitation. My well trained throat choked and constricted, but not so much to make me gag. A hand stroked my throat softly as the cock began to move in and out. “Do you like the feel of your master’s cock down your throat?”
My heart leaped at the knowledge that the cock choking me was Master’s. I moaned around his cock, expressing my gratitude as best I could. Another hand, seemingly a woman’s, began to stroke my clit, making me moan louder. I could barely breathe, my breath limited by Master’s thrusts down my throat, and my body was humming with pleasure as my clit was flicked.
[MFF] Max and her sister
Mallitzfest – that was what my dad and Max’s dad called our annual get together. It was a mix of our family names. They were the Malloys, Irish as you like, red hair, freckles, big personalities. We were the Spitzes, German to the core, serious, precise, well-ironed. There was a lot of beer and a lot of sausages.
Max and I had been good friends when we were little. Same elementary school, same high school, but we had gone our own ways to college. I hadn’t been to a Mallitzfest for a couple of years. Max and her sister had grown up. Max was slender with her hair straitened and cut into a short bob. Her sister, Mary, was a year or two younger, a carbon copy of her big sister but a little curvier and with a mane of long flame curls.
‘Hi Joe,’ said Max. She was carrying a couple of boxes of beers towards a huge tub of iced water. Her sister, unloading another box into the bucket, blushed furiously and said nothing. ‘You going to stand there like a potato or are you going to help?’
The Story of Anya the Slave [Part 2] (NSFW)
My heart jumped, making my body hum with both nervous and excited energy. “Thank you, Master.” His mouth twitched as his eyes wandered out the window, seeming indifferent to my presence. The ride took what I estimated to be about an hour before we pulled into a circular driveway which laid out in front of a large mansion.
The door opened seemingly of its own accord, and a servant appeared. My master climbed out first, “Come, Anya.” The gravel crunched under my bare feet, making me wince as its sharp edges pinched my feet. Master’s eyes followed my movements, and, determined to be graceful in front of him, I ignored the stinging of my feet, straightened my back, and walked forward, always sure to be behind him.
The steps to the front door were smooth, warm stone, soothing my feet. Master snapped his fingers and instantly a servant and a guard appeared on either side of me. “Make sure she is prepared, my guests are arriving this afternoon, and entertainment is scheduled for 9pm. Make sure the grooms are aware of the schedule.”
The story of Anya the slave [Part 1] (NSFW)
The market was hot, the sun beating down over the tented booths that displayed their wares. Some merchants were selling handmade, high end jewelry, each piece costing more than most houses. Other merchants were selling silver spoon sets, tea sets, and other such things which were meant for only the wealthy. However, most of the merchants were selling us.
Highly-trained slaves, meant for one thing; pleasures of the flesh. We were all bred in captivity, raised from birth for the sole purpose of pleasing and obeying our masters. At the age of 16 it was legal to sell us to whoever was willing to pay for us.
I was standing, completely nude, with my hands tied above my head. Next to me was a sign which read: Third Tier Training, 16, Virgin, $50 Million.
My body was buzzing with all the eyes that were on me. The occasional hand would reach out and cup my breasts, tweak my nipples, or pinch my ass. I’d never seen so many people in my life, and I couldn’t wait to meet my new master. At the training house all the girls would chatter about what their masters would be like once they were sold.
Excerp: Step Into the Pits
Here you can read an excerp of [my erotic story “Step Into the Pits”](https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/718273): Alison is asked by her step brother to check out what his girlfriend Regina is really up to when she is supposedly at choir practice. She follows her to a mysterious sex club where she gets trapped and discovers her own kinks under the guidance of Regina. Will her fertile body stay out of the clutches of the mysterious Bull?
*Alison felt many hands stroking her body through her clothes, moving up and down her legs, cupping her pert breasts and even stroking her back. Her blazer was unbuttoned and quickly slid off her shoulders while another pair of hands was placed at her waist moving to towards belly, slowly stroking her body through her blouse. And more hands soon joined, moving over her hips, her thighs, stroking her hair.*
*Normally her first instinct, when feeling strange hands, would have been to pull away, but these hands were considerate almost soothing. A voice with a slight middle eastern sounding accent whispered from behind her: “Just relax little robin, let us take care of you”*
[request] Any talented writers want to use my gwcurvy pics as inspiration for a sensual story?
I haven’t had any action in a long time and I always read gwstories imagining a guy someday to write about me and our experience. My fav ones are stories from men that portray months of yearning and finally getting to be intimate with their ultimate fantasy girl. Stories that show a deep connection but also include passionate, hot lovemaking. Stories in which the guy describes her body and all the details like it’s the best thing he has ever seen and touched.
So maybe one of you talented writers in this sub can use my gonewildcurvy pictures as inspiration for an incredibly hot story?
I originally posted this on r/eroticpenpals but got recommended to repost here. My night with Lucy and Amy part 1
“Can I show you guys something?”
That’s how it started. It was getting on dawn and my colleague Lucy and I had just spent the evening wining and dining a new prospective client (We’ll call her Amy, but funny story. Amy and Lucy actually had the same name but spelled it differently, of course all names have been changed to protect the guilty).
Lucy and I were given carte blanche company card privileges for the night so we started with sushi and drinks at a trendy spot in downtown Calgary, box seats and more drinks at the Flames game, and finally a final couple of rounds and handshake deals over martinis.
“Well now that that is over with. Let’s have some fun. I hate these negotiations, too much dicking around.” and she reached into her clutch for a tic tac box. She popped out a couple of gel caps that were definitely not mints and popped one before offering the others to Lucy and I.