Jenna’s Escape [Mf][BDSM][anal][nc]

Maybe it was her adrenaline, maybe the discomfort of her body’s unnatural position, but Jenna emerged from unconsciousness to a drugged haze to see herself in a brick room filled with wine racks. Her jaw hurt from the rubber ball shoved in her mouth, held by leather straps across her tangled in her hair. Her hands yanked against the hard zip ties binding her wrists to rough iron table legs. Her stomach and breasts were squashed against cold glass and she moved her head from side to side to see that she was naked and splayed out spread eagle over a glass coffee table with wrought iron legs. Her tears smeared the glass beneath her face as she yanked at her bound ankles. They too were bound to table legs. Where was she? Given the dankness, the earthy smell, and bottles of wine, she could tell she was underground in a wine cellar with no idea if it was night or day or even what day it was.

“Sleeping beauty awakes.”

True [Humiliation] Story: I [F] fucked my ex in front of my husband a few weeks ago

We live on the coast. It took place at a beachfront hotel a few Saturdays ago. It’s the first weekend of the off season, so the place was empty and we got the corner room for 3 hours. Brian and I drove there and met Mike, my ex. We got there at around 9pm, and Mike was already there in the room. He had my outfit, a few leather ties for the bed posts, and some other stuff me, him and Brian went and picked out at an adult shop. We walked in, he gave me a kiss on the cheek, and just smiled at Brian. “So this is it!” he said with a grin on his face. “You think you can still handle me after all these years?” he said to me, giving me a slap on my ass. Brian just chuckled.

He handed me my outfit, and told Brian to go sit in the chair by the sliding glass door in the corner of the room. I calmly walked into the bathroom to get changed, and I was already starting to get wet thinking about what was about to happen. This was all surreal. I couldn’t believe I was going to fuck this guy again. My pussy was going down memory lane.

The Adventures of Capt. Save-A-Ho [MF][blow job]

Daniel Wild sat behind the wheel of his Escalade, passing the time on his phone as he waited for his client to finish her business. Fraternity row was somewhat quiet for a Friday night with the occasional drunken pod of female co-eds woo-hooing as they staggered past his car to their sorority houses. The thirty year old driver and personal security guard was scrolling through a hook-up app, looking at bikini and head shots of L.A. women, when his screen dimmed and a ‘911’ from Shelly popped up on his phone. Dan straightened up quick. He took the black jack from his glove compartment and slipped it in his pocket before getting out of the SUV.

Dan made an intimidating figure as he crossed the street to the frat house. A former college football player and gym rat, this former strip club bouncer knows how to take care of a customer who won’t take ‘no’ from a girl. His bulging guns for arms flexed under his white button down shirt and his thin black tie flapped a bit as he walked up to the frat house’s front door. He pounded on the door with his meaty fist. A frat boy holding a beer opened the door. The frat boy’s arrogance dissipated as he looked up at six foot two Dan like a kitten looking up at a Rottweiler.

[Question] Are under age stories aloud here? I’m mainly thinking 15+

I have an idea to wright a story involving a trans gender maid who’s t16 they are working for 2 female cousins who end up blackmailing the transgender person. The younger cousin is f19 while the older one is F27.

Originally I was going to make the younger cousin even younger than the transgender character but I thought I was pushing the t16 as is.

The Executrix and Her Intern [Str8][Fm][oral][insertion]

As the phones rang outside her office, Charla Fox sat behind her desk texting away on her phone.

The young executive texted, ‘Are we still on for tonight?’

He answered, ‘Yes.’

‘Can you get kinky?’

‘How kinky?’

‘Ben Wa balls.’

Charla waited and waited for his response. He was probably using a search engine to find out what Ben Wa balls are.

Finally, his response. ‘In you, right?’

‘Of course.’

‘I can accommodate that.’

Thomas Keller was a good looking man with strong looking hands and a great smile under his hipster beard. At least that how he looked on his profile picture.

“Ms. Fox?”

Charla looked up to see her summer intern Jason Graham standing at the door. A twenty three year old kid with charming good looks, the senior from Columbia had been her gopher all summer in her investment banking department. He stepped in with a three inch thick manila envelope.

“The contracts from Wassermans are here,” he said, setting the envelope down on her desk.

“Good. Thanks. Have a seat. I want to talk to you,” she said, setting down her phone.

Tinder Date [M] [F] [NC] [tease]

I met Jen on Tinder a few weeks ago. We’ve been on a few dates and have always had a good time, although we’ve never sealed the deal if you know what I mean. Tonight, we grabbed dinner then went to a small club to go dancing. Jen looked sexy as hell tonight, her large breasts were bursting out of her low-cut top, and her skirt hiked up high on her thigh as she walked. She has a gorgeous figure with a little waist and a curvy ass.

As I’m driving us back to her place tonight Her hand is high on my thigh, just barely brushing the side of my cock and balls. I shift my weight a bit and pull her closer, she knows exactly what she’s doing and she knows what I want, she is such a tease. Finally I pull up to her driveway and pull her in for a kiss. We’ve been on 4 dates now and I can’t take much more waiting. I need to feel myself inside her, to taste her, to see her beautiful lips around my cock. She reciprocates the kiss, and giggles shyly. I unbuckle our seatbelts and slide my seat back. She coyly climbs over onto my lap, straddling me, kissing my neck. Her skirt is hiked up high now and she is grinding on my cock through my jeans. I need this release, I need her mouth, I can’t take it much longer. I put my hand between her thighs but she quickly bounces off of me and back to her seat. “I had a great time” she says, as she goes to leave the car. What? I suggest going up to her place but she says she wants to take things slow. Ok, I take a deep breath and say my goodbye’s.

Darker things [femdom]

Joe tried to push me into kinky sex since we started dating. Curious as I am, I very often indulged. But nothing ever seemed to be enough for him: once slapped in the face, he wanted to be paddled; after spending an evening at my feet, he wanted to be my “slave” for our vacation trip. I never pushed him into it, even if I gradually came to enjoy being cruel to him.

After a while, however, this continual insistence on making every moment a submission fetish thing began growing old. We could never seem to go out as a normal couple, for example; I could never just lose control in bed.

Things came to an impasse when he came up with chastity play. The cock cage did look sexy on him, but he never was any good with his tongue – and now what with this “serving me” I wasn’t getting any pleasure at all!

After two weekends of this new game, I decided to go out and leave him locked. This was the kind of abstract kink he loved, and although we never said it out loud, our pregnant silences told me that he wanted to be made feel inadequate.

Hunted [fm] [primal/prey] [Mdom] [Fsub] [reluc]

“Are you ready, trouble?”

Your hot breath burned over my skin, making me shiver with anticipation. I couldn’t help the smile that grew across my face as I bounced on the balls of my feet, eager to get moving while you stood behind me, hands on my sides.

I felt you grin against my neck as you sensed my anticipation, and you ran your hands gently from my waist down to my hips, squeezing them. The touch was gentle, but held meaning, reminding me of how strong you were; How much bigger you were compared to my small frame.

“Don’t forget to look behind you” you teased, a smile in your voice.

I ignored you as I stared out into the darkness, my eyes memorizing the patterns of the trees in front of me, my heart beat picking up with every second that passed.

Finally, you released me. Stepping away from where you’d been pressed up against my back, you dropped your hands from my sides, and I took my first step toward the beckoning forest. Taking a deep breath, I broke into a sprint, darting into the trees as my pounding heart echoed in my ears.

Sherrie, Bree and Alex Makes Three [bi][FFM][Threesome][les]

My girl crush, Sheridan lent me a red dress to wear to the club. She liked the way it accentuated my dark brown hair and long legs. My green eyed beach blonde siren had already dressed in a slinky black dress which cupped her ass and draped over her in all the right places. She had just finished buckling a strap on her strappy high heels when her doorbell rang and she bopped out of the room to answer it. I finished getting into the red dress, zipping up the side zipper before joining her. Her personal trainer and fuck buddy, Alex was in the living room looking nicely dressed in black slacks and a grey linen shirt. His face lit up when he saw me and he walked over to kiss both of my cheeks.

He said, “You two look so hot. I’m going to be fighting men off you all night.”

He walked over to her bar, set up three shot glasses, pulled the cork from a bottle of Patron and poured three shots. We each picked up a glass.

“To my friends,” Sheridan said. “Old friends, new friends, red friends, blue friends…”

[oral] [mWM] [disguise]

“Mrs. Fuller, I didn’t expect to see you!” Adam stood, in khakis and a shirt and sweater, at the doorway of the Fuller house, expecting to see Sarah, his girlfriend. She lived with her parents, Mr. and Mrs. Fuller, while she waited to hear back from various jobs she’d applied to since graduating from college.

“Hello Adam! Come in, come in,” Mrs. Fuller said. She wore a cornflower blue blouse and white pants, and althought her blonde hair was beginning to go grey, Adam found her a very attractive woman. Most of Sarah’s beauty came from her mother.

Adam entered and followed Mrs. Fuller to the living room. “I suppose you’re looking for Sarah, of course. She should be back soon, she’s out somewhere. Can I offer you a tea in the meantime?”

“Yes, please,” Adam said, “that would be lovely. Thank you.”

As Mrs. Fuller went to the kitchen, Adam surveyed the photographs on the mantle above the fireplace. He saw pictures of Fuller family trips, Sarah growing from a child to her age. In many of them Adam saw the stern, mustachioed face of Mr. Fuller, a serious man whom Adam had only met a few times. Adam wasn’t too sure Mr. Fuller liked him.