Graduation Sleepover pt 1 [M/F][Breed Kink][Age Gap][Incest]

I really just couldn’t believe it. Tomorrow, my little girl, the light of my life would be walking the stage and graduating! In a few short months she’d be leaving her mother and me for college, and writing her own next chapter. Proud tears form in my eyes as I get ready for bed, reflecting on all the fond memories of my little Claire growing up as I brush my teeth.

A few friends of hers were over for a slumber party. They were referring to it as a “fond farewell to childhood,” one last hurrah before leaving the safety and comfort of home. I can hear them giggling from the master bathroom connected to the bedroom I share with my wife, the fun they’re having echoing from a room on the floor above. Samantha, Janelle, Blaire and Claire. Best friends since at least middle school, Blaire and Claire going all the way back to kindergarten.

a man [m] takes a succubus [f] back to his apartment [blowjob] [window sex]

I close my eyes and feel the sultry August rays of heat beat down on my already tanned skin, sun-kissed from all the time spent outdoors. Dipping my head back, I stretch my legs out and pointedly ignore the woman glaring at me from across the beach, offended by the very idea of a succubus being anywhere near her god-fearing slice of Americana.

“It’s a free country,” I want to mutter, but I’ve learned the hard way it’s best to keep to yourself when you’re vastly outnumbered by a human population. People sometimes look at me like I’m a freak, and there’s still a good chunk of the world who don’t take too well to my kind. No, it’s best to stick to the fringes. Be a loner. Never linger in one place too long. Best to be a visitor, albeit a strange one at that.

I can only take the feeling of her stare for a few minutes more before getting up and moving towards the ocean, hopeful that a quick swim might help clear the atmosphere. There’s already a fair amount of people in the water, and the weather’s warm enough to enjoy it.

Your breath in my hands. [M/F]

I hold you wrapped in
the garrote of my hands,
I hold you captive in the
cage of my fingers.

desperate, you tug and pull,
struggling in your flight,
the darkness of my practiced hands
suffocate you into bliss

you fight for a thin breath,
you tremble and heave
and tatter the air with
your desperate jagged gasps.

I hold your golden air
in my throttling hands,
I hold your fragile light
twisted around smothering fingers.

you curl and thrash and pull,
desperate for rapture,
then, in the final moment,
you placidly slip away

trapped in the snare of
my flesh,
I pulled the light from
your chest
and cast you adrift,
your heart leaked away,
your lust sluiced out
into a throbbing sky
of blackened flames
and hollowed stars,

my throttling hands,
the tender ligature of my love
carried you out of yourself,
beyond your prison of flesh
to the exploding center
of your forbidden thirst.

my knowing hands
unravel you, spill you
out to the dark. the ropes
of my body choke heaven
into your eyes,
then in the golden moment
I coil you back.

A Lesson in Patience – SOFT FEMDOM PETPLAY + FOOTJOB EROTICA pt. 3 written by yours truly

(Note: This is pt. 3, the conclusion of A Lesson in Patience – find pt 1 here [https://www.reddit.com/r/gentlefemdom/comments/t8cb7s/come_sit_at_my_feet_for_a_pov_gentle_femdom/](https://www.reddit.com/r/gentlefemdom/comments/t8cb7s/come_sit_at_my_feet_for_a_pov_gentle_femdom/) , and pt 2 herehttps://www.reddit.com/r/BDSMerotica/comments/tc3ksk/a_lesson_in_patience_soft_femdom_petplay_footjob/)

**A Lesson in Patience pt. 3**

You look up at me, confused.

I finally open my eyes, the ball of my foot still poised on your achingly hard cock.

“Is it?”

“I’m sorry, Mistress-”

I lean forward mid sentence, and patiently take your face in my hand, locking gazes with you from above, letting every word fall heavy with its full meaning.

“*Pets don’t use their words.*”

The words set off a small keen in your throat and you simply melt into my hold. I can feel it when you give over. I cradle your head in my hands and you are mine.

Nothing brings me greater joy.

Heart full, I lean back again, a new leisure in my form but the gnawing need in your belly will not let up. My foot utterly still on your cock, you begin to shift ever so slightly under me, hoping I won’t notice, but too needy not to. You don’t see the small smirk on my face as I feel your infinitesimal movements.

A Devil in Angel’s Clothing [MF]

Darci and Kane had worked together for nearly 5 years. They’d navigated many late nights and countless projects. They’d often shared the spotlight of leadership and their families became extensions of one another, growing very close. As they were working late, something that was becoming rather typical and necessary with the new company merger, Kane couldn’t help but confess his dark secret to Darci. He could no longer hide how connected he felt to her, seeing her much more than a sister or best friend. He saw her as a woman he wanted, no, needed to have and to possess. However, he shared with her the worst part of that secret and was not sure what to expect from her in return…..

K: You know, loving my wife does make me feel bad for the good times we have together, for being sexually attracted to you, for liking to be somehow cared for and maybe even desired by you…. Honestly, most days, I hope it is the same for you. Though, you are probably a better person than I.
Much to his surprise, she shared her own yearnings for him. Though he quickly realized she possessed expertise in putting him at ease and even more ability to seduce him further than he anticipated.

The Baroness and the Bride- Part 2 [FFM] [Fantasy] [Soft Cuckold]

(Thanks to everyone who upvoted and updateme’d part 1! Love it hear from anyone who has feedback or just wants to say they liked it!)

Genevieve took one deep, steadying breath. Before she could speak, Thomas said “My Lady, forgive me, but what happened to Tylor?”

The baroness’s face went blank, and she turned away from them. She picked up the pitcher of wine and began to fill a cup. The bride and groom watched the muscles in her broad dusky back move as she poured.

“I ate him.” She said casually. When she turned around, Thomas and Genevieve had gone very still. She held out the cup of wine to the bride, but Geniveve did not take it. The baroness broke into a wicked smile. “Gods you two, I’m not a monster. He serves me here at the manor. He took the wagon to Silverport to get some things for me.”

Meeting a Cuck-Queen [exhibitionism] [F voyeur] [F to M oral]

We’d got chatting on a kink site. Similar tastes, she liked my writing, that type of thing. The chats were very polite, not distant but certainly not flirty either. It would happen in bursts here and there, we’d chat every couple of days for a week, then not for a few weeks, and then one day she invited me to coffee if I “was ever in the neighbourhood”. It didn’t happen right away but did happen. It was nice to meet her and chat in person. It was a little more flirty but nothing that suggested we’d ever meet up for sex.

And then one night, after she’d had a few wines, we got chatting on kik. Things escalated really quickly. She told me she loved my stories. She told me that she’d imagined things. I pressed her on what type of things and, to my surprise, what she described more voyeuristic than participatory. She described watching me with another woman in vivid detail. She’d clearly given it a lot of thought. It was very hot, and flattering, but I asked if she’d ever want to do those things with me directly.

[MF] Bumble 55F divorcee

I’m a M28. Tall. Fit. And big. I do well on dating apps and I’ve been telling my hookup stories. Idc if you believe them or not. I know where my dick’s been.

***

My dick has led me into some interesting situations…

This was about a month ago.

I matched with a F55. Blonde hair brown eyes. Recently divorced. DDs. 5’2.

Chatted, flirted, quickly moved to snap. Nudes and fantasies were exchanged.

We sexted throughout the day for two days. I wanted her, she wanted me.

We planned to hang out that Saturday. She wanted to meet in public (understandably so)

I had a friend’s birthday on Friday night. So I got pretty faded.

Around 230am I get a message from her.

“Come over.”

My friends were readying to call it a night anyway.

I messaged back “I’m kinda drunk. If you’re ok with the taste of whiskey on my lips”

She replied, “come kiss me”

I said “what about the mtg in public”

She replied “true. Let’s meet on my sidewalk. If we’re attracted to each other you come up”

I think my daddy would be proud

Hi there. Legit and Kink-friendly 😊 Horny and looking! As can be expected, bored and pretty horny tonight. Looking for someone to chat with and get to know instead of just jumping into phone sex. I would like to find someone that I can chat with maybe outside of just calls. Maybe that’s a stretch? I don’t know I think it’s always nice to make a friend that you can be extra friendly with ;P Let me know.

The First Time I [F] Let My Much Older Boss [M] Jerk Off in Front of Me

I’m Asian-American 5’4, slim with petite b cups. My boss was in his late 40’s, about 5’11, an Eastern European immigrant, married with three children.
It happened the summer after my freshmen year of college. I was 19 at the time when I got the job as a salesgirl at a tiny Jewelry store. I could tell exactly how sleazy my boss was as early as my interview for the job. The way he would look at me and comment on my body. He said it would be good to have a girl like me at the store to catch attention from customers. It didn’t take long till he started actually hitting on me. It started with suggestions that I should dress sexier “for the customers”. My outfits started with playfully flowery summer dresses but then he requested that I wear tighter and shorter dresses I would typically wear to the club. When I would come into the store in something skimpy, he would ask me to do a little twirl for him so he could better see my outfit. He would also make comments about how he loved how my cleavage or legs looked in a certain outfit.