Category: sexystories

Long lost kitten finds her owner [MF – MDom]

We first met online, after you read an erotic story I wrote that you just couldn't get out of your head. It was something about the tone it was written it, the subtle, yet forceful, dominance of the man in the story. It was so well written you wanted to know who was behind it… and when you did you weren't disappointed.

Our relationship developed quickly enough. It didn't take long for me to know who you really were, and it made your stomach alight with butterflies each time I spoke to you in such a way that reminded us both of your desire to be controlled… your desire to be owned. But not just the tied up and spanked type of owned – like truly and completely owned. I could tell almost from the start that you wanted to give yourself completely to the man who could see it in you and draw that side out of you. Read more »

To The Rescue [MFM] [Cuckold] [Dom]

I have a few stories going over on DPP that are "choose your own adventure" type things. I write the text and give choices at certain points, and my pen pal chooses which she wants. Here is one such story that I finished recently.

I wish Rachael had told me what she needed. She had called 20 minutes ago saying she needed me at her place, and she sounded urgent. We’ve been friends for a while, going to school together and hanging out every so often. But she has a boyfriend, so I never made a move. But it was fine, there were plenty of other girls more than willing to sleep with me in town. My legacy of being a good partner has gotten around fast.

Arriving at her house I went up and knocked on the door. After a bit it seemed like no one was going to answer but someone was definitely in the house, I could hear something. Figures, lazy bum calls me with an emergency then won’t even open the door. Helping myself inside I went towards the noise, beginning to wonder what it was. It seemed like a mixture of a cross fit workout and an old dog. Whatever it was it was coming from her bedroom. Read more »

Confessions of a corrupted wife… Intro

I love DPP and on occasion my imagination gets the better of me and my mind starts wandering. I wrote this up and though I'd run it by this subreddit and see if anyone would have an interesting in hearing a continuation.

Anyways, without further ado, here's the story:

Let me tell you a story. I didn't learn about this 'till much later. This is based on a true story. I married a proper southern man. The guy next door to my girl next door. He's sweet, smart, intelligent. A perfect husband to me. He's career was on track until he met you.

 

You (Marcus) are strong, powerful, intelligent, black and very sexy and dangerous to my somewhat more sheltered upbringing. Many generations ago it seems, Jason's family were slave owner down in South Carolina. His family, the Wards were notorious for their cruelty towards african americans and your ancestors were no exception. Naturally you know that Jason had nothing to do with it personally. But there is something very rewarding about setting him up for failure and now having him work beneath you. Being able to keep on demoting him on a whim brings a certain pleasure. That and the proper country boy just rubs you the wrong way. Fucking with him is just fun in general. Read more »

“Uh, if he’s going to rim you, I want to do it to you first.” [MF] [rimjob] [facesitting]

"Uh, if he's going to rim you, I want to do it to you first."

We, that is myself Robert and my wife Amanda, were sitting around in our office watching some Netflix on my computer. I held her phone in my hand; she was letting me read the dirty chat she'd had with a potential side piece on Tindr. We have an open marriage and always share our adventures, rare that they me be, with one another. They had been chatting together the better part of the day so it had been quite a bit to read through, but I had gotten just as turned on by it as I knew she was. Until he started talking about rimming her.

I couldn't help but feel a tiny twinge of jealousy; my love for my wife's ass is well-known but I had never been able to indulge in any kind of back door play. We had talked about anal sex, of course, but she wasn't into it. In general, it wasn't her thing. More specifically, my cock is too thick for her to even consider it. It was never important enough to matter, so it just became something I'd joke about with her from time to time, knowing that particular door was closed. Read more »

The Professor [Mff – MDom]

As a relatively young professor at a university you must face the question regarding student relationships. My general rule was to keep it professional. Every semester my lecture hall would be filled with young, horny, nubile teenagers recently freed from their parents control and extremely sexually active. Although I'm comparably young in comparison to the other professors there still was a better part of two decades between us.

And whether they liked my subject matter or not sooner or later came the girls that just ended up liking my personality. Some would stay after to chat and ask questions, others would ask for extra help at some time where we could be alone, others still would invite me to parties or walk and talk with me on the way to class. Some would go as far as to wear dresses and skirts, spreading obviously to give me a glimpse.

Despite this, I always kept it professional, even at times that were very very difficult. The rational part of my brain would kick in – these are hormonal girls who can love you one week and have an emotional breakdown the next. It was best to just avoid the whole landscape. But then came Pamela and Carla. Read more »

Self Sexpression (Part 2 of Grand Frolicking) [M][F][fantasy]

Continuing my Erotic Story (Part 2 of Grand Frolicking).

This is something I do for fun, nothing professional. I am a Mother, Wife, and Professional Business Woman with a bit of a naughty side in my heart.

It’s another full day of being mom and wife and busy professional. I got the kids off to school with healthy lunches in tow. It’s a challenge to give the kids food I know they will eat, and they are both so different. My son is a picky eater, everything has to be bland. My daughter gives me less of a headache with her lunch. She’ll eat anything I make for her. Sipping my coffee in the now quiet house I think about last night and smile to myself. It turns me on to think about William’s body and all the ways we explored each other last night. Heat and moisture rushed to my vagina and I feel the heavy ache of lust taking hold of me. I may need to touch myself before I leave for work. A nice hot bath with a few minutes of self-stimulation, perhaps. Read more »

Holes to be fucked. Thank you for using me. [Mf oral huml]

Moments within coming through the door I’m on my knees. You don’t spare time taking out your dick. It springs out at me, slapping my cheek. My mouth is salivating. I am ready for this. An hour every day with a toy in your measurements has helped me practice, millimetre by millimetre, inch by inch. With a lubed throat and teared eyes in front of the mirror watching my neck slowly bulge from the intrusion. Read more »

Strangers on a packed bus [Mf][Public]

Lisa is a 22 year old hot brunette, 5'7, slim and toned, with pert B cup breasts. She recently graduated and started a new job in the city, and now regularly takes the same bus to work every morning. She's noticed another passenger on the same bus most days – me, I'm 35, tall, thin and muscular, ruggedly handsome and always well dressed in a very sharp suit. Lisa has developed quite a crush on me over the last few days, and even though she can tell from my wedding ring that I'm clearly married, she keeps fantasizing about all the things I could do to her; how I could use those big strong arms to throw her around, the confidence that exudes from my clearly rich and successful persona, and all the skills I've picked up over the years no doubt making me a far better lay than guys her own age. It's been nearly a week of riding the bus to her new job now, and Lisa's fantasies are getting out of control – she's been masturbating frantically about the thought of this older gentleman each night, and she doesn't think she can take it much longer. This morning the bus is particularly crowded and Lisa is attempting to make the most of it by ensuring she's crammed in near the object of her affection, stood right next to me, rubbing herself against me in very unsubtle ways whenever there's the slightest movement on the bus… Read more »

Left Hanging [M] [F] [bd] [oral]

As with my other stories, this is written for a specific person, hence the first person with wannabe second person leanings.

You stand in the middle of the room, arms over your head. Rope cuffs bind your wrists together; the ends run through a hoop in the ceiling, keeping your arms straight, and pool on the floor behind you. There’s almost no give. Even with the extra height from the heels of the long tan boots you wear, your arms are already starting to ache. You are forced to stand as rigidly, your feet wide and your chest pushed out. Exactly how I want you.

But you can’t see any of this, not with the satin cloth I put over your eyes.

I’m sitting behind you, enjoying the view. My gaze starts low, at your feet. The boots hug the contours of your legs all the way to your knees. I continue upwards, over your trim thighs and rest on your naked backside. Your cheeks beg to be pulled apart, to be caressed. I can’t linger here, not without becoming distracted. Your pale back is arched slightly to minimise the strain in your arms. Your hair falls like a dark waterfall to the middle of your back, begging to be played with. I relish the thought of running my hands through it. Finally your head is held defiantly high. Read more »