Catch [MF] [voyeur] [exhibitionism] [public tease]

“Your attention please. We’re sorry to announce that flight 1418 will be further delayed by 4 hours due to rain and heavy fog. We apologize for the inconvenience.”

You mutter “Shit”, and look at around for the nearest concession where you can get a stiff drink, ” ‘Landing Lounge’ it is…”, striding and pulling your carry on.

You settle in at the bar, catching the bartender’s eye, “Sapphire martini, three olives.” A rustle at your elbow, and a male voice, “Same here, and both on my tab.”

You turn, about to assert your independence, and are stopped by my wry crooked smile. “Please let me get this; because I’m going to trust you to watch my bag and coat for 5 minutes while I find a bathroom!” Smiling, you nod.

I head out and you wait. In a surprisingly short time until two large martinis materialize. You take a long pull, eyes half closed, feeling the cocktail slide down your throat, ice cold and soothing. You glance at the jacket tossed over my seat and can’t resist a peek at the label, eyebrows going up as you recognize a Savile Row tailor.

Disposable Pajamas [F] [nc] [anal] [Fsub] [huml]

You’ve known for a long time that you have a rape fetish. You felt guilty at first, but just the thought of being helpless and used like that is enough to make your clit throb achingly. So, when you found the online rape fetish forum it was a huge relief. There were others out there who felt the same way you did. Even more interestingly, some of the users were setting up rape experiences. Just agree on a place and time, leave your door unlocked at night, and an anonymous rapist would show up to make your darkest fantasies come true.

 

The voice in your head tried to tell you it was a bad idea, but it wasn’t nearly as demanding as the voice between your legs. Besides, the whole thing seemed pretty safe, like a healthy way of exploring your kink. Lots of women were posting positive experiences, and you could even chat with a few different potential rapists before picking the lucky winner. You knew there were risks, but you were on birth control and felt like as long as you were careful then nothing bad would happen.

 

Sweet Treat [M] [fantasy] [bst]

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A soft tapping on the wall brought you back from being lost in your thoughts. Your private booth wasn’t exactly its own room, but it was close enough to be – well, private. Turning toward the curtain in the doorway allowed your ample cock to swing freely under the booth table. It was much too warm for clothing these days. The server had arrived with your special mixed drink, and you couldn’t wait to cool down a bit.

 

The naked woman carefully placed the large glass on the table, her bent posture sending her large breasts swinging dangerously. You took a moment to admire the view, but that sort of common entertainment wasn’t all that interesting around here. Instead, you turned your attention to your drink.

 

Taken by the Invaders part 5 [FFM][MF]

Maria awoke alone, with the sun beating down on her, stretched out on the hide blanket from the previous night. The shaman was gone, his slaves were gone, and Odhan was gone. She was still naked, but it had been a fair night, and she had slept soundly.

She soon realized that there remained a deep, insistent hunger in her. During the ritual last night, she must have ridden Odhan’s cock at least two dozen times, and cum as many times as that as well, but despite the deep ache between her legs, she still hungered. Odhan had never cum inside her. Tiny sparks of pleasure ran up her body as she squeezed her thighs together, and her hips moved insistently, slightly thrusting into the air. Maria bit her lip as her hands traveled down her body to between her legs, spreading herself wide, fingers slipping inside…

“No!” Maria whispered to herself, using all her willpower to wrench her hands away from pleasuring herself. Gods, what was she becoming? Was she nothing but lust, wanting nothing but pleasure? Before she had been captured, no man had ever touched her. Now, she was subjected to unending lust unless Odhan came inside of her?

Repressed – Part three [MF] [Cheating] [Oral] [Creampie] – Conclusion

She laid before him now, completely exposed, covered only by the moonlight dancing through the window.  He spread her legs open again and made his way back up her legs stopping halfway up her thighs to admire her cleanly shaved, glistening wet slit.  He could see how excited she was, some of her wetness had run down her pussy making its way to the crease between her slit and her ass.  He brought the tip of his tongue up to her swollen pussy lips and slowly licked up and down each side of her labia, flicking his tongue across her clit each time he encircled her moist hole.  She started to writhe and moan loudly as he applied more and more pressure to her clit, and has her hips started to thrust up forcing her pussy into his mouth he knew she would cum soon.  He started to suck down hard on her clit as he felt her pussy tighten and hips buck wildly.  She gripped the sheets with her hands and her eyes rolled back in her head as she came hard against his tongue and mouth.  “Ooooh myyyyy goooood” she moaned as she quivered, legs shaking and toes curled, as she could feel this orgasm wash over her body in waves like she was in another world. 

Repressed – Part two [MF] [Cheating] [Oral] [Creampie]

She looked down and realized that she had absentmindedly​ finished her second drink in less than 45 minutes, and was feeling her face grow warm.  In the heat of the moment she could feel her crotch moisten, and her chest flush as red as her face.  The bartender was already pouring her another, she must have asked for one without even thinking, and she thought with a smile, “Some Uber driver is going to have to deal with me tonight.” She realized that Mr. Blue eyes had made his way from the pool tables to the bar and was standing almost right next to her.  “Hey, can I get a bucket of bud light and a bottle of vodka and red bull for our table?” He almost yelled at the bartender.  The bartender started putting his order together and he looked down at her with a wink.  As their eyes met she took a sip of her drink and looked away nervously, giggling slightly.  He laughed and asked, “What’s so funny?” Never taking his eyes off of her.  “It’s just, I mean, that’s a lot for one person,” she said while still nervously laughing.  He just shook his head and held out his hand, “I’m David, and your more than welcome to help me out if you think it’s​ too much for me to handle.  Normally I’m the one that’s too much to handle!” He said with a confident chuckle.  She took his hand and felt that spark she had been missing for so long, “Well I’m Eve and I’d be more than happy to help you out, just as long as you can handle all of this!” She said while shimmying in her seat.  “I’ll do my best” he laughed as he guided her out of her seat and over towards the pool tables.

Repressed – Part 1 [MF] [Cheating] [Oral] [Creampie]

Her husband rolled off of her after cumming too quickly, yet again.  She loved him, but getting a few minutes of missionary sex once every three or four months wasn’t what she had signed up for when she married him. He had been her only lover, after meeting their freshman year of college, but she couldn’t help but think that she might be missing out on more.  He laid on his back next to her breathing hard, with a slight beer belly rising and falling, and asked with a smile, “So, how was it for you?” She didn’t want to lie, or hurt his feelings so she replied with, “As good as it always is,” which technically wasn’t a lie.  He smiled at her, and she forced a smile back while saying, “Maybe next time we could try a different position?” His smile immediately vanished and turned to a scowl, “What? I’m not good enough for you?” She quickly tried to respond, “That’s not what I meant.” But he cut her off, “You know I work hard all day trying to provide a great life for you, and this is what I get?!? I just want a wife that appreciates me and what I do!  I’m not putting up with this, I’m heading out!”

Sticky Situation [M][fantasy] [bst] [anal] [nc]

You feel your cock begin to harden at just the thought of it. Standing on the rough surface of the beach, half sand and half mud. The aquamarine waves of the lake stretching out in front of you, slightly more viscous than normal water. The unnatural waves were a subtle indicator of the creatures that flowed beneath the surface. Goo beings, with bodies of living slime. You had always been fascinated by the stories, and now it was time to enjoy the experience firsthand. Today you were going to catch yourself a goo girl.

 

Despite the building urgency, you took your time and carefully prepared. You couldn’t afford to waste this chance. It wasn’t easy, but you tried to steady your hands as you began to empty your backpack of essential equipment.

 

Most of the space within the pack was occupied by a fine spider silk web. You were counting on it serving as an ideal net, the hydrophobic material cutting through the water easily while still ensnaring the body of one of the goo creatures. Around the edge of the net, sturdy chains were clipped on so that you could cast the net out and easily retrieve it. Finally, you gingerly withdrew the flask made of crystalline glass. The thick white fluid within had cost a fortune, but it was about to be worth it.

[MF][Str8/Bi?][fantasy][Msub][bdsm] – Subject 962 – My first attempt at writing something

As I wake up, all I see is a white ceiling, I am naked laying on my back, arms alongside my body, legs straight, I try to move but I soon find that I can’t, my wrists are tied to the bed, and so are my ankles, I try to raise my head to see around only to find that a collar keeps my neck down tied to the bed too, try to look down the best I can and around my waist there is a metal belt with straps that hold me against the bed too, what is going on? Why am I restrained like this? How did I got here? What happened? I can’t remember anything, last thing I can recall is leaving work as I always do.

-Oh you’re awake!

I hear as a woman enters the room, a nurse, or at least looks like it.

-Where am I? What happened?

-You don’t remember? You volunteered for this project.

-What project?

-Sexual research of course!

-But I don’t remember anything, I would never do that specially if it means being tied up like this!

[Str8] Quality Assurance [sci-fi] [x-post r/DirtyWritingPrompts]

As Anita stepped into her office, she was pleased to see the newly arrived crate; a meter to a side and two meters tall she knew that it could only be the prototype she had designed, and she quickly set to work opening it.

“I should have mentioned this previously”, a tinny, mechanical voice rang out from the interaction console, “but I took the liberty of making some revisions to the design before they were sent to production.”

“Shouldn’t be a problem.” Anita said, tugging hard at one of the latches keeping the crate shut. “You understand how you work better than I do at this point, I should wager.”

“Indeed.” the voice confirmed. “It seems AI is too complex for humans to understand, really.”

“I’ve been tinkering with some of my subsystems, trying to understand what is quintessentially human.” the voice continued. “And I’ve think come up with something that works well.”

“Yeah?” Anita asked with a grunt as she managed to unstick the final latch, leaving the lid falling away with a loud clatter.