Jennifer’s letter [body writing] [bondage] [femsub] [loving] [1200ish words]

“Dear Jennifer”, I began writing. Trying to compress my letters as small as they would go.

“I just wanted to take a moment and put into words how much I’ve loved this past year together. This is hard for me to write, because as a dominant it’s hard to let myself be seen as vulnerable around you. But you’ve let me be so in ways I’ve struggled to be around anyone else. I feel safe, and supported; I feel here with you I can truly be myself,” I wrote, before pursing my lips as I squinted down at what I had written.

“Fuck, Is that how you use a semi-colon?” I muttered to myself before begrudgingly waving that thought away and carrying on.

“Despite the roles we play, you have always been there…”, but a series of low grunts tugged my attention away from my writing. I glanced upwards, my gaze meeting Jennifer’s as the woman’s head sat cocked to one side quizzically. One eyebrow raised in silent question above her vibrant blue eyes. I chuckled softly to myself as I leaned down, kissing her across the bridge of her nose. My hand slipping gently behind her neck to pop open the buckle of her gag before tugging the rubber ball free of her mouth.

A Stranger on the Train Pt 3 [M/F]

Ada felt the stranger’s cock push inside her from the behind, stretching her tight cunt with his thick member. She felt every inch of his cock. Every vein, every pulse, every fucking inch of him until his balls rested against her pale asscheeks. Closing her eyes, Ada brought her hand up and placed it over her mouth to keep from letting out any moans.

The stranger kept his cock buried deep inside her, allowing her to get used to the thickness of his cock. With one of his hands at her holding onto her hip, he brought the other up and pulled her hair back, allowing the cold air to hit the back of her neck. “You’re such a good slut,” The stranger said into her ear, pulling his hips back before slamming them back against her ass. She stifled a moan. “Such a good fucking slut.” Over and over he pushed back and forth into her cunt, bottoming out into her tightness. Her cunt squeezing his cock over and over again.

Ada didn’t know how the people around them hadn’t noticed the way the stranger fucked from the behind. Right there in front of all of them to see. He fucked her ruthlessly. He fucked her desperately. He fucked her with no remorse.

Marias lesbian experience [FF] part 2

I start to laugh and as i laugh my chest and upper torso shakes so hard that Maria that still holds on to the bottom of my top pulls the top down so both my small tits show. (I am so small chested that I rarly wear a bra) Now she starts to tickle me and my top is pulled like a belt around my waist. Marias big boobs jiggle as she tickles me. «Thats my girl» Maria has a big smile «Do I need to remove your shorts as well or are you going to do that on your own» I try to give her a big confident smile, but i can feel the burning sensation in my chin. Slowley i put both my thumbs in under the shorts and slowley start to un button in. As my white little pantie start to appere, Maria claps her hands like a little child or a seel at the circus. «Thats my girl. I knew i could rely on you. Now pull them of like you are a stripper in dire need of mony»

Marias lesbian experience [FF] part 1

It was the middle of summer when I rang the Marias doorbell and it was probably 35 degrees Celsius (95f) It had been a while since we had last seen each other.

Maria had broken her ankle i six different places while playing basketball. She had undergone some surgery and had had her foot in plaster for many weeks. in addition to this, she had contracted a mild depression, gradually sought solitude and spent most of her days at home watching Netflix and eating chips.

«Come in» I heard Mary shout, so I went straight in as I had done hundreds of times before. Inside Maria’s the air was standing still and it was even warmer than outside, the cotton fabric in my crop top clinged to my back. I walked into the livingroom and found Maria butt naked on the couch with a fan sweating lik a hog whit her sextoys laying all around «What the fuck Maria. Why are’nt you dressed,? I tried to act surprised and not look directly at Maria’s naked body or her dildos. Give her time to cover herself but she did not seem the least bit embarrassed by my presence. «Stop being such a prude Norah. You’ve seen me naked many times before and I’ve seen you.» «What do you mean»? «What about all the times in the shower at the gym or the times skinny dipping» She was right. We had seen each other naked, but still not like this, this was different.

helping my pet express herself [nc]

It was love at first sight, and second, third, and on and on…

We met through some outdoorsie group, sharing a kayak going down falls, sharing a tent when we camped. Sharing a kiss after everyone else fell asleep. Finding a clearing to fuck in.

And it extended into normal life too. We’d text throughout the day, counting down minutes until we got to see each other again. Fucking like rabbits before, after, and sometimes during dates. It seemed perfect.

Until I found out you had an ex girlfriend.

It wasn’t the way I expected it to go. One day you were sobbing into a pillow, telling me how much she hurt you when she came back into your life. I worked hard to calm you. I held you, made you your favorite comfort food when you were feeling a bit better. But that’s not really what you wanted, was it?

And so I seduced her. It was really easy when she knew I was your boyfriend. She had no idea what you wanted, and just assumed I was stepping out. She had no idea what I wanted when I invited her back out to our favorite spot.

Cross Dressing Executive In Singapore

I returned back into the bar again but she was not there. A few minutes later she came from the back room again with another pair of pink panties that didn’t look quite as thin as the one before. Rather than saying anything, she simply knelt down and slipped them over my pants; there was no need for further explanation. I reckon she knew I had a been living a secret world of crossdressing.

She then went back into the back room again and a short time later came out with a female white business shirt.

She laid it out over the bar counter. Without saying a word she picked it up and slipped it over my head, buttoning it up,

There I was in a public bar in geylang with my dream girl from Malaysia wearing girls panties and a woman’s business shirt. All I could do was say, “Thank you,”

She didn’t event look up at me again, as if to say “No you don’t.” And once again left the bar. My erection was throbbing hard against my pants as I looked over at the mirror behind the bar. What would me work colleagues think of me now. A cross dressing executive for fucks sake….. I stood there patiently as the bar started to fill with other customers. They glanced over, but none of them seemed surprised. Read more of [**the Cross Dressing Executives Erotic Tale**](https://singaporestories.com/blog/girl-from-malaysia-in-singapore/)…

Turning My Innocent Neighbor Into A Cumslut [M/F, Mind Control/Hypnosis Drugging, Sexual Enslavement] Book 1, Pt 3

[Part Two Here.](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/v3nclk/turning_my_innocent_neighbor_into_a_cumslut_mf/)

**PART 3, Book 1**

I drive us out to Sugarman’s Park and park way out in the sticks. It’ll be empty at this time, because everyone from around here attends the Sunday service (and anyone who doesn’t is already an antisocial outcast who won’t bother us or be bothered by us). I’ve been so focused on getting here that it’s only after I’ve parked that I realize Sydney and I have just sat in silence, like a boy and his robot, or something.

“It’s a pretty day,” I say casually, because it still feels like I should talk to her like she’s . . . well, her.

“Mmhmm.”

Her eyes are less watery now when she gazes back at me, and I can’t help but grin at her. She’s really easy to talk to when she’s all quiet and agreeable like this. But I’ve already wasted fifteen or twenty minutes driving out this far, and it’ll take me at least that to get back—which means we don’t have much time to shoot the breeze and do all the other things I want to try to do.

“Why don’t you like me?” I find myself asking anyway.

A Spiritual Awakening [F]

Oh, to be a young woman again. So starved for something I didn’t even know I wanted. Something all of my friends did, regardless of gender.

Nearing adulthood, I was far behind those around me. I wasn’t expecting to find something so addicting and yet so fulfilling.

I had heard about masturbating my entire teenage life. I never explicitly found out what it was. I was scolded by adults for mentioning it, and the kids my age kept it hush hush in favor of not wanting to get caught saying something inappropriate. And for years, that’s the way it stayed.

One night, mom and dad were out of town for the weekend. They trusted me to keep to myself responsibly for one night. They had done it before. I had long since reached the age of maturity and was definitely capable of making one or two meals for myself.

After making myself dinner, I turned on the TV for background noise while I did some homework on my laptop. When I was done, I proceeded to scroll through Instagram until I came across a meme that told a joke that went something along the lines of “when your parents catch you masturbating” or something like that.

Blackmailed. Part 9 [Restrained, Freeuse, Gay, Public]

Part 9

I keep trying to free myself. I really don’t think I want this. I wish I had just walked away from this whole situation. I’m terrified about what is going to happen to me.

It seems like an age, tied in the middle of nowhere. In the middle of the day. Dressed in nothing more than my cage and buttplug. Here I am chained up ready to be used by whoever walks past or sees her message.

I hear twigs breaking, presumably under someone’s feet. Oh fuck, what if it’s just a dog walker. What if they call the Police? How will I explain what I am doing? What will my wife think?

“Mmmmm here he is boys!” I hear. I guess that’s my answer. I’m surprised she didn’t blindfold me. It might have been better if she did? “We’ve been looking for you. When we saw that woman you were with come back to the car park alone we knew she must have left you somewhere.”

I can’t see anything as they are standing behind me and the restraints are preventing me from turning around.