My (21f) beautiful experience with an older guy (56m)

Recently, I (21f) have become less and less horny. The amount of sex I have had has gone down, as most guys are really bad in bed and it is just kind of a turn off. However, last week on Wednesday night, I was really horny. Like reallyyyyy horny. Like unnaturally horny. I decided to hop on Tinder, and I matched with an older guy (56m) who looked very natural, soothing, and generally kinda hot.

We talked on tinder for a while. However, he did not seem to take the hint that all I wanted to do was to get fucked. After an hour, I asked him if he wanted to get together that evening. Even though his house was a 90 minute ride from mine, it was still 3 pm so there was a lot of day left. He said yes, and I asked him to suprise me with liquor and whatever he wanted for me. He was rather wealthy so he lived on the outskirts of the urban area I lived around an hour out of. The drive was about an hour and a half and I wasn’t looking too foreword to it. I thought it would just be another bad experience like I have had dozens of times in the previous months. I wasn’t sitting in my car wet or any shit like that but I was dreading the occasion even though I wanted dick soooo badly.

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Three Years a sex slave [MMF] [GB]

Part 5

I answered the door and saw a guy there, “Hi” I said, with mom right behind me, “Mistress Diana.” A sub. Okay, tall mid 40s starting to fat, “Good you’re here, come in.”

As he came through the door, mom turned to me and said, “Priestess, go to my room, take sub Stan and prepare while I talk to sub B-”

“Yes, Mistress.” I left, motioned to dad to come with me. He followed me to the master bedroom.

“Jeez, Cate,” dad said when I closed the door behind us, “I’m really surprised you getting involved in this nonsense. Subs and Doms, sex slavery essentially.”

“Dad, you don’t want me to?” I started undressing, taking off my jumper. “Don’t you want to fuck me? I actually like it with you!”

“Yes, I like fucking you, but it’s up to you, so honestly, why?” He saw me and opened his shirt.

“Mom’s right, I am a sub. I was quite prepared to join in my own degradation with Charlie organizing a gang bang, his buddies, and me fucking them all. This way, I get a lot of fucking and likely some serious enjoyment especially if I get to suck your dick occasionally.” My dress fell off my shoulders, and my bra quickly followed.

The Boudoir Session [MF]

You look into the camera and feel powerful. You feel wanted, desired, sexy beyond belief. That was the purpose of coming here. To my studio. I specialize in boudoir photography, where women want to feel beautiful and show that beauty to their partners. Yes, there’s lingerie, beds, chaise lounges, and sexy outfits, but I try to capture much more than that. I want to bring out the essence of a woman’s desire, their hidden passion, but today it was my passion that was brought out. The minute you walked in the door.

I’m amazed at the natural girl next door beauty you radiate. The way you smile, the way that you move. So many women have come through without that realness. Something about everything with you. Wait, was I getting nervous? The pro who’s done a hundred shoots with his professionalism intact? Shake it off, man. Focus.

My assistant is always at all my shoots. She does the makeup and helps set up equipment, as well as make the women feel safe and comfortable. I never shoot without her. You give her the garment bag and small suitcase and both of you disappear to get ready. When you come out wearing the black robe I’m immediately aroused but try and mask it. Keep it together. We’re about to start when my assistant gets a call. She has to go, child care emergency. She apologizes and rushes out. When she leaves I apologize.

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What being a submissive means to Jenna.

# Expand your mind…includes kinky definitions to evolve your understanding.

You can allow yourself complete submission, you can do as you’re told, you can even play a role, but for me being “submissive” is at the core of my essence. It is no longer the act, it is me. I am a natural submissive. This could have developed by nature, by nurture, or by both. I am not sure, but I know what I feel and it is a profound desire that my submissive essence be consumed and controlled by a Dominant being.

What is a submissive or sub by definition? Giving over or yielding to the power or authority of another. The role of the submissive appears to be somewhat simple, but the sub plays a large role in shaping the D/s relationship. The sub’s primary role is to follow her Dom’s directions and to please the Dom. The sub does this without expectation and takes complete pleasure from the fact that the Dom is pleased.

This desire to please is at the root of it all. Just sitting here thinking about my Dominant’s pleasure makes me excited and even aroused. His pleasure can take on many forms, not just sexual, but I still get slightly aroused.

Finding your own submissive woman. – Dom, Dom, Dom

# Part of an ongoing series for beginners on a path to dominance or anyone who loves great erotic stories and pictures.

I was hooked. My years of searching, banging my head against the wall looking for a source of submissive women, were finally redeemed. The website that ended my drought, that allowed me to become the true Dominant I have become was Seeking Arrangements (SA).

Like most pages I could only see profiles, but couldn’t message without a paid subscription. I toyed with it for a while to see if I wanted to breach the paywall. I had already wasted hundreds of dollars on other websites like Alt.com, Adultfriendfrinder.com, BDSM.com and a host of others. To say I was reluctant was an understatement. I left various likes to some of the profiles, most of which were women under 35 looking for an older more mature man. I was cautiously hopeful.

Once I had convinced myself it was worth the risk of $60/month I took the plunge. I will never forget the shock I received the next day when not only did I receive answers to the messages I sent, I had unsolicited messages from women who had reached out to me. What? This was nothing like my experiences on every other page. But let’s see how these girls play out.

M4F Becoming my wifes slut (fem-dom)

Thanks to the current pandemic I was laid off and my wife got a promotion. There for a couple of months things were a bit weird as the dynamic at home changed. She was now the bread winner and I was staying at home taking care of everything. We used to share everything because we worked the same hours and shifts. With her new promotion she became the boss and even became bossy at home a little. I tried to power through it and searched for jobs or anything that I could do for money. Its not like we are struggling but still. its always nice to have extra spending cash.

One day I was just feeling defeated after i dont know how many interviews and job was filled responses. I dont know what happened at work with my wife but she came in and was demanding. I wasnt in the mood to fight with her and that wasnt me any ways. I was always the one to give in. At first it was get me a drink, then wheres dinner then why isnt the shower on. When she got in the shower i just went and laid down knowing that she would probally be in that mood all night.

After a secret affair, two couples finally swap [FMFM]

Ugh, can’t provide links! Part 1 is on another account of mine that had issues, will add it to the comments.

As before, this was written for a wonderful friend who shares pretty much every kink with me. We came up with the idea of a week away where we meet up under the pretense of swinging but enjoy a torrid affair as part of that.

This one is for you Sarah…

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Landscapers [nc] [anal] [MF]

I get off on the idea of one of the landscapers who work on my neighbor’s property forcing his way into my house one day when I come back from the store and carry bags in. He push me hard, face first on the island and as he tells me to keep my mouth shut, he grabs a wooden spoon and smacks me hard on the ass over and over.

Then he takes a dish towel and shoved it in my mouth and brutally raped me. Shoving half of his hand in my pussy knowing that my screams are stifled. Violently fucking me in the ass.

Then he walks out, leaving me on the floor with the towel still in my mouth. I’m stunned, in pain, and trying to understand what just happened when the door opens and another guy comes in.

I try to get up but he grabs the top of my head and pushes me back down. He growls at me to pull his cock out. I do as I’m told and in one move, he pulls the towel out of my mouth and shoved his huge cock in. I’m pushed up against the island and have no where to go as he deep throat face fucks me. Drool is pouring out of my mouth, tears streaming down my face.
He shoots his load down my throat and leaves.

First Post EVER! Family Farm Fantasy Chapters 1-6

Hi, y’all! I’ve always been a lurker for yearsssss and I certainly never made any erotic content before, but I’ve been thinking about getting into erotic fiction for quite some time so I finally made the plunge! Just wrote some stuff off the top of my head today as a fun practice exercise, but if it goes well, I might continue. Who knows?

This story is about a young man who finds his way on a farm with a family of women desperately needing to some action. It is all currently from the male’s perspective, but I might switch it up. Let me know what y’all think, even if you think its basura!

Ch1:

The best sex is surprise sex. It’s sex that comes when you least expect it. It’s sex with people you never imagined *actually* having sex with. Sometimes the taboo plays a role in fantasy, but fantasies are never as good as they manifest in reality, right? That’s what I truly believed… until I got the job on the ranch.

Three Years a Sex Slave Pt4 [MF] [Inc] [FF] [Cream Pie]

I got home from school one day in the next week, a little early. Mom told me that after Emma was in bed, come to her room, the next part of my training was to continue. “Yes, Mistress,” I replied. I swear, my nipples got hard and my pussy swelled, excited as to what was going to happen that night. It couldn’t come quickly enough for me.

Dinner dragged, evening came to almost a complete stop. Eventually, Emma said, “Goodnight.” I was in the lounge with dad, and as I stood to leave, he said, “Priestess, please stay. Mistress ordered me to tell you this.”

“Yes, Sub, as our Mistress orders.”

A few minutes later, mom came into the lounge and sat down. “You have thought about the path you are on, you understand where it’s going?” “Yes, Mistress,” I replied. “Then do you have any questions?” “Yes, Mistress a couple.” “Ask.”

“I understand that for my exclusive time, I am to be paid an income.” Mom nodded, “Does that make me a prostitute?”