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Make me beg

I need your cock. I need to drool like a little slut as you present it to me, thick and hard, bobbing before my face. It draws me onward, like a siren’s song as you walk backwards, forcing me to crawl into the bedroom in my pursuit of it.

“Stay there baby. Exactly as you are.” You instruct.

I’m knelt, not quite on all fours, watching as you pull out the restraints. A collar connected to handcuffs by a strip of leather meant to run down my back.

It means no touching tonight.

You collar me, nice and tight, restrain my wrists.

Need ripples down my spine, at the eager look in your eyes wetting my pussy even more.

I need you so bad.

I say as much and you pull me forward, gripping my face firmly.

“Prove it.” You challenge.

I swallow nervously. I wasn’t expecting you to take my statement so immediately. I move forward nervously, eyes darting between your face and your cock. You look down challengingly.

And well… I was never one to back down from a dare. Read more »

The gymnastics rings [FF][Dom]

I’ve had these gymnastic rings hanging from the ceiling in our basement for almost as long as I can remember. We have a leisure room in out basement with a big screen tv, surround sound, comfortable sofas and chairs, book shelves with a lot of books – mostly thriller novels – and these rings that I got for my birthday when I was turning four.
I have used them alot. For the first years I was just fooling around with them. Then I started learning tricks, and eventually I started using them for workout. This really payed off when I began cheerleading at high school.

Both Erica and my sister also loved playing with the rings, we spent many hours together practicing new routines and tricks when we were younger. But for the recent years it has only been me, using them when working out.

As you probably have guessed, Erica and I are [not only friends anymore](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/q8xxl0/the_best_day_in_my_life_ff), we are actually girlfriends. We spent a couple of weeks after *the pool date* figuring out what we really wanted to do. And now we are finally dating – *secretly*.
No one know, and for now we want to keep it that way. Well, actually my sister is the only one who knows, but that is a different story. Read more »

Dragging myself to the gym Part 2 [fm]

Please read part 1 first. Read more »

Dragged myself to the gym Part 1 [fm]

As a thick and chubby woman, I have spent years oscillating between being lazy in bed and hitting the gym. These days I have been going, 3 days in total, but I have been.
Today, after a small jog I stepped in, almost dragging my steps and evidently disappointed with the number of guys inside. It’s a small township gym with 3 sides glass. High-rise towers around can peep in, in the evening.
Ignoring my surroundings, I found an empty spot and streched up, wirh my arms taught above my head. As I breathed in with my eyes closed I felt a gush of AC cold air on my belly. I relaxed down to find my loose crop top hooked above my boobs loosely. In the side mirror, I could see the outline of my fat butt and thick but toned thighs in my leggings. I was distracted from this self admiration by a middle aged man who had stopped in middle of his lunge staring at my belly. He did not realise that I can still see him in the mirror. I quickly pulled my top down, only to find my cleavage valley. Terrible choice of clothes for a room full of adrenaline rushed men.
I did not think much and got on the treadmill for a run. As I aced up, my tits’ jumping did too. After 5 minutes I had to slow down to put them back in my sports bra which was mostly strings. Ughh… in that halt, I looked up at the mirror to check out the people in the room-
The middle aged man, almost done with his set.
Two 18-19 year old boys, the kind trying really hard to dissolve baby fat and build some muscles, they were half way there. On the weights was a late 20s short but really dedicated and built man, with amazing stub.
I snapped out of admiring his facial hair when I realised tgat he saw me, but he blushed it away. I felt awfully embarassed.
I finished my warm up and went to the floor to start my leg workout. As I started with the lunges, Mr. Stub showed up with two weights and offered me to increase intensity. I took them, tried and almost tumbled to which he grabbed me around the waist. His sweaty hands felt very warm around my cold waist and I felt weaker. I got myself together and stood up. He offered to support me while I tried these lunges. He stood behind me, I could feel his breathe on my neck. Then he slowly slid his hand on my sides to belly, slowly gliding it up till he found the naked strip between the rim of my leggings and bra under my top. Then he whispered, “go down”, I was enchanted and just followed his command. Every time I dipped down and rose back up, he felt closer, warmer and eventually… harder.

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Tales from Starship Rimshot. THE COCK-STROKING SAINT OF ANTARES

The Cock-Stroking Saint of Antares

Saints come in all shapes and sizes. Some come and come and come, and just keep having orgasms until their religious followers join in, or go way disgusted. Few serious-minded religious people consider masturbation a legitimate and worthwhile form of prayer. This disparaging view is an Old Earth-born piece of nonsense, from onanism in the Old Testament, as if that old book was the most accurate description of Universal Reality.

As with many old books, the doctrines of Judaism, Christianity and Islam were taught and pushed, and promoted as accurate descriptions of reality, many centuries past their expiration date. They become stale, moldy and unhealthy in all ways. People only ate the stale sandwiches, because no one was presenting them with better, healthy spiritual food. When no accurate descriptions of reality are available, people often believe what they are told. The loudest, most widely distributed or most charismatic ideas dominate the decade, or many decades, and limit the imaginations of millions of people. Read more »

Reluctant Engagements (watching) (first meetings)

I couldn’t help myself. I watched her every morning for three weeks while she waited for her bus. Living just above the bus stop afforded me the ability to watch her in peace, in private, without prying eyes asking me what I was doing.

The first day I noticed her I was smoking on the roof. I wasn’t looking for her or anyone else, but there she was. Probably 5’3, frosty blonde hair, curvy body….at least I think. I’m bad about guessing weight and as far as her body shape, it’s the middle of winter and she’s wearing layers….it all gets a little vague at some point.

The point is, I was taken with her. She always listened to music or a pod cast or something. She had headphones in and kept her head up, she had good situational awareness. She was sensitive to movement and kept her head on a swivel. If I had to guess, she had a military father or brother.

I watched her for two weeks before I decided to meet her. On Tuesdays she is alone when she gets on the bus. Any other day of the week this guy and his girlfriend or wife wait with her but get on the next bus. I’m assuming they work together and Tuesday is their day off. So I waited for a Tuesday. Read more »

I’m Never Better [m4f, oral & sex]

She stands there, her tattoo’s frame her hips perfectly. The look in her eye is a wanting one. She craves the moment our skins touch and our lips meet. What she is craving is the moment when my head, penetrates her swollen and dripping wet pussy.

I need that moment, as my eyes scan her naked body, I become immediately aroused.

The sensual and the illicit, she wants both. The power and the surrender. She is both, never more clear as when she steps closer to me. I can smell her desire, Her black hair and dark skin excite me. Her soft hazel eyes fixate me. Her beautiful breasts and dark nipples bring me to carnal desires.

I want to taste her kiss, and feel her release. I want her pussy in my mouth, on my cock, and very deep inside of her.

“I want you inside me”, she says. My dick is ready for that experience, my mind is focused on just one thing. I want this woman to cum, I want her juices and sex all over me. I want her to cum so hard she sees the face of god. Read more »

Looking for a Piece of Erotica I Read Years Ago

So, the gist of the story is a woman is transformed into a lactating Bimbo by a mysterious fluid made by the hotel’s owner. She escapes the hotel into a nearby town suffering from a drought, where she starts to work at a coffee shop, using her breast milk in people’s coffee. Because of this, the town around her also starts to grow, men and women alike. It’s a really fun story. Anybody have any idea where I can find it? Any help would be much appreciated.