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The beginning

It was my first day on the job working for a well known internet company. Megan was a colleague who worked in the same team. We instantly hit it off after we discovered that we had shared interests in music, anime and tv shows. She had a long term boyfriend in the same company and I figured that I was in the deep end of the friend zone.

That’s what I thought!

Megan always found a way to sit next to my desk and she chatted non stop about anything. I indulged in the conversation but I always kept at a safe distance. Didn’t want to catch feelings for a colleague with a long term boyfriend.

All of that changed when our colleagues made an impromptu plan to go party on a Friday night.

The place that we decide to go to was close to Megan’s apartment so she wanted to go home and change. She invited me over for some pre-drinks. Read more »

Chained and Spanked Mother, Ch. 11 [inc, M/s, BDSM, slow, mdom, spank, rough]

Chained and Spanked Mother,

by DiscipleN

. . . a fan prequel to Kathy Andrews’ 1984, raunchy novel, “Chained and Spanked Sister” . . .

Chapter 11

“Mom! Peggy’s in our room. We need to talk to you.” It was mid-week, an hour before the children were expected to go to bed.

Joan flinched whenever Robert’s voice sounded like a command. She took a deep breath. If Peggy was with him, he wouldn’t have a chance for mischief. She finished folding one of her husband’s polyester pants. Like them, he had proven drip-dry. She set it into the basket and made her way to the boys’ room.

“What’s this about, Brat?” Peggy gnawed on the end of a pencil. She had been in a rare mood to do homework, when Robert invited her to talk with Mom in his room. She couldn’t decide which would waste more of her precious, teen years.

“Gee, I thought I might help to get Mom off your back, and you insult me.” Robert frowned and filed her snotty rebuke in an account she would one day pay for. Read more »

[MF – Str8 – fictional] Rambling on the clock

It’s Friday afternoon and days are getting noticeably longer. Can anyone blame a man for being – shall we say – distracted? The dear reader will cut me some slack if my mind is not exactly focused on the numbers scrolling up and down the screen. I mean, I am looking at them. But focusing? No.

She sits behind me. Most of the rest is the fictional ramblings of a man, but this – at least this detail – is true. It makes it harder to just casually glance. You need an excuse. Can’t just stare for no reason, right? Luckily enough, she stops often enough. She brings the hard problems. Those that nobody else can solve. Or maybe it’s just those that nobody else wants to solve. Being effective and kind can backfire. “Oh, hey, let’s let Exciting Owl deal with this gnarly thorn of bushes, shall we? He will smile and tell us what’s up.”

You stopped half an hour ago, in fact. You were talking about some customer complaining about some metrics. Not too big of a deal. Push a button here. Push a button there. Send an email, and… done. We’re back in the game. Customer happy. Read more »

[MF] (25F) Finding myself. Am I a sub? (PART1)

Now that I look at my life, it is possible that I always knew that I’m was little different when it comes to sex. And when I started to enter this world I discovered that I’m really not.

I discovered that, because I try to control everything in my life, in sex, that really doesn’t happen. In sex I don’t want to control. In sex I want to be used. I want to give everything I can to my master. I want to be his. I want my hair pulled, my ass red from his hand and to see a grin on his face. I wanted, more than anything, to be desired.

But then again… I’ve never met someone who looked at me that way. Someone who desperately had to have me. To be at his service, at his every call. I’ve never met someone who could make me wet just by touching my hand and looking at me.

Don’t get me wrong, I’ve felt horny before. But not like this. Read more »

Love for his stepmother’s pussy [MF]

It was wrong. So wrong.

Nicole lay on her bed, hating herself even as she touched herself. Her heart pounded. *What was she doing?* Danny was her stepson. He was barely more than a kid for God’s sake. But, hell, he looked good. Too good. Young and toned and tan. Dark eyes and hair. That sweet, kissable mouth. An image of him using that mouth on her pussy made her groan, and she couldn’t help but slip her fingers beneath her panties to rub her swollen clit. Damn her, but she wanted him. She wanted to show him what it was like to be with a real woman, rather than a college twit with little to no experience. She wanted to blow his fucking mind.

And his cock.

Her moan echoed around the room. The room she shared with her husband.

Danny’s father.

She should get dressed. She really should. She had a meeting with her financial advisor in an hour. But as she lay there in nothing but her black bra, panties, and thigh-high stockings, all she could think about was Danny. Closing her eyes, she began reluctantly fingering herself. Slow at first and then faster. Small, traitorous whimpers escaped her as she imagined it was Danny’s fingers in her instead of her own. He would be a little shy. A little overwhelmed. And horny as hell. As only a barely legal boy could be. Read more »

The Unexpected Freak, Part 2 [MF]

“Mmmm,” she started, lifting her face from the couch cushions, “that’s amazing.” As my cock went limp and started to fall out of her pussy, she tried to turn over onto her back while remaining under me. It didn’t quite go as planned, and I spilled off the edge of the couch onto the floor, ending up on my back. I was unhurt, and we were laughing. “I’m sorry!” she laughed, “but stay there.” She slid off of the couch and onto the floor, on all floors with her hands and knees on either side of my legs. “I want more.”

“You want…” I started to repeat, but she leaned down and licked up the length of my cock, which was resting on my stomach. My whole body trembled.

“But first I need to get you hard again.” With one hand she gently rubbed my limp dick with just her fingertips, tracing up and down the shaft, sometimes with all of her fingers, sometimes with just one. Meanwhile, she licked and sucked on my balls, moving from one to the other, gently taking it into her mouth and bathing it in her saliva before letting it slide out. I shuddered through deep breaths. It felt like an eternity, but really was probably just a few minutes, but she had my aching cock hard again. “Ready yet?” she teased. Read more »

Mf The Roof

As we walk into the restaurant we agreed on, it feels strange. This is as close to a date as we have had. We get seated and review the menu.Christmas has come with getting to be more open with you. We order and spend too much time talking so that the food chills before it is eaten. All the while, hands stroke hands and arms. Occasionally a tear is wiped away. There is a lot of weight with us.

You excuse yourself from the table and the waitress comes over. “How long have you been together?” I have no idea how to answer that question. “Not long,” I reply. The bill is paid when you get back and we decide to go to our place. It feels like our place. In this city where I feel an outsider, only one place frames your beauty adequately, a roof.

It’s not far from here to there and outside the restaurant, I kiss you deeply. The need and hunger in me is met equally with yours. My hand travels down your arm. I kiss you again, my teeth clamping onto your lip. I feel your body sag just a tad as you sigh. The kissing and touching, simply an amuse bouche to a entree I crave, but cannot be served today. I start the car and your hand finds my leg. I smile at how naturally touches come. Read more »

Finding Out We Share the Same Fantasy [Breeding][Impreg][Dirty Texting][Friends to Breeders]

Being a single lady, sometimes it’s hard to admit how into breeding and impreg you are. Some of you here would disagree and say, “Let your freaky breeding flag fly, girl!” Haha, but really — most men I have met or been around, aren’t totally down for raw, natural sex. Don’t get me wrong, they want to fuck bareback — but they assume and want the girl to be on birth control. I don’t desire such, I want my body to be able to do its thing. :) So when a woman wants it bare and then says ‘No, I’m not on birth control’, a lot of guys have those opinion of nope– this is a *trap*. So they either wrap it or pass. Again, my experience.

Until this new guy. Total closet breeder. In the best sort of way. *Swoons.*

TLDR: Went on a handful of dates with a man, we got cozy fast. He goes to work in another city, but we keep talking. A night of dirty texting reveals he wants to put a baby in me. *Sploosh!* Read more »

Captive

I hold you captive
Deep within a Chamber,
Where no man can follow a map,
Where no footprints linger.

There is a dip
deep in a valley
where the river bend meets a long stretch of supple sprawl.

To follow this path leads to a garden
Where only an iris stands tall,
Blooming at the rain’s broken lull
a finger’s request
A beckoning call.

Pounding pulse and a dripping brow
Writhing twists
A journey’s scowl

I keep you captive there.
But not against your will.
As long as I let you free
As long as I let you feel.
traversing the hills and the curves
Behind the darkness of the lash’s curl.

Sinking deep into the memory’s hurl
Finding the trails you blaze
And your convincing gaze
sex conducted by your hand,
the curl your fingers twirl.

Captive in my chambers
Coaxed out by sweet release.
I can feel you stirring beneath my sheets.

You are in the friction
A matter of physics,
The heat of thermal release
Pressure as I pulse
The pause as I tease

And with the explosion
Radiating up my body
Your chance to roam
Instead, becomes your hobby.
Returning to live captive
Delighted in that dip
Deep in the valley.