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It started with a Pillow [FF]

Posted this before but took it off, now it's back. Just in case someone accuses me of stealing it haha

Have you ever been to those parties that are just…off. The party itself is fine, the people are fine (some even look fine), you even know some people there. It's just one of those nights where you didn't really want to go out, you just had to, whether it was because you forced yourself to not be antisocial, or your friends pushed you to do it, either way, it's just a night where you're surrounded, but feel alone.

That's how I felt on this particular Saturday night.

"Rose, what's wrong?" My friend Summer asked me between us visiting with groups of people.

I wanted to say, 'Well Summer, everything should be okay, I just had my sights set on sitting down today with a few sex toys and going at myself,something I've been planning for a while. Then taking a long bath, and watching movies until I pass out. But instead I let all of y'all drag me to my ex-girlfriend's house for a party.'

My real answer was, "Oh, nothing, just a little more tired than I realized I guess." Read more »

The Ritual: Part 1 [MF] [fantasy] sort of

Originally a starting post at /r/dirtypenpals, but no one bit. I figured I'd see what people here thought and if there's interest, continue it myself.

It started innocent enough. As an aspiring writer, with a well-reviewed but only mediocre selling first novel, and a handful of published short stories, I was researching for a novel about occult groups. I wasn’t planning on writing in the horror genre, but wanted to create a realistic depiction of occult groups. After reading a bunch online and at the local university library, I went to a nearby metaphysics and new age bookstore, where I picked up a few books (or codexes as the gentleman at the counter insisted on calling them) that claimed to include the secrets of the dark arts. Not exactly credible “primary sources,” but I figured it would at least give me some of the vernacular to enhance my own writing. Read more »

A Visit from Tom [MF] [Mdom]

I park my car in your driveway, walk up to the door and knock. We’ve been chatting online for a few months and we’re about to finally meet. I’ve seen how all those subs are so excited that you’re paying attention to them, but I know you need more.

You open the door and even though I’ve described myself to you, you look a little surprised. I’m 6’ 2” and built like an athlete, with broad shoulders, a solid chest and powerful arms. I have short dark hair and a bit of stubble like I haven’t shaved for a few days, and I’m wearing jeans, a tight black t-shirt, and nice black shoes.

We step inside and you close the door, then you start to speak, “Hi Tom, I’m so excited to finally meet you,” you begin nervously.

“Shh.” I stop you. “You don’t need to speak, you just need to obey. Nod if you understand.” Read more »

[FF BDSM] Shawna: Roma Revenge – Part VII – A little tied up

I woke up the next morning with a pounding headache, tangled in my dress. I remembered kissing Chris goodnight in the cab, but it wasn’t until I was lathering up in the shower that I remembered the feelings of want and need during the ride, or how at home I felt resting in his arms. Then I remembered putting his dick in my mouth.
“Holy fuck,” I muttered, pinching the bridge of my nose and letting the water wash over me. “Two days as a woman, and I’m already a slut.”
But was I? I considered the evening in detail. At some point, I’d stopped worrying about keeping Chris interested in me for the sake of getting his help with my situation, or out of a need to pay him back for his kindnesses. I wasn’t sure when, but pretty early on I’d started having fun. Chris was charming and intelligent, and talking to him was fun and engaging.
I tried to think of the last date I’d been on that had been fun like that. Sure, I had a lot of “fun”, but that mostly consisted of finding a woman who was either drunk, desperate for attention, or just plain stupid, flashing her a smile, and taking her home to fuck her brains out. Talking for hours to someone romantically interested in me just didn’t happen in my old life.
Not old, I reminded myself. Suspended. Stolen. I was getting my body back, definitely. I had to. And sure, maybe things would be a little different. Maybe I’d look at some smarter women. But I would be me again, and long before I let this borrowed body change who I was.
I used more mouthwash than is usually wise and treated my hangover by choking down some coffee and toast, ignoring the minty aftertaste, then headed into the office. I’d realized that if I was going to keep my job, I’d need to get some things done in person. I’d sent messages ahead to HR letting them know I’d hired my “sister” as a personal assistant and that she would be coming up to get my files and sort things out. Read more »

Balance and atonement [MFM][Mdom][Fsub][Drugs]

Walking in the door, your mind was on the work day that just passed. Another long day filled with people who weren't quite speaking English it seemed. No one could understand what you were trying to say, and they had issue trying to convey their own desires. Hanging your jacket on the coat hook you look towards the living room and see David looking back at you, and then the rush hits you. There was a car parked outside. Ivan's! So tired it didn't even register the other car parked in the driveway.

A memory rush hits you, about what had occurred a few months ago, on another warm summer weekend. Your memory of how Ivan tastes, a kindness you offered when you were a little short for the green you asked for (he rolled such great joints too!).

Your head imperceptive, swivels to confirm what you already know. There is Ivan. Smiling back at you. You slow stride allows you to process as you take a few steps. Ivan sitting on the couch to one side of the room, and David on the other side, sitting on the love seat. In the middle, on the wood framed glass coffee table is a plastic bag, filled with weed and joints, slightly spilling its bounty from within. Looks like your day isn't over yet, and you get the feeling what is in front of you could make the day seem small and meaningless compared to the potential here. Read more »

69, massage table, Master/slave, cum swallowing

Let's pretend that you're lying on your stomach on a massage table I'm standing with my swollen self directly in front of your face. My hands are oiled and I'm taking nice long movement of my hands down your spine. From your neck to your ass and back up again. You've been given orders.

Do not move, or touch, my goods voluntarily. As I love my hands down your back I have to bend and reaaaaach causing my dick and my balls to rub against your face. The full length of me just pressed against your cheek, running back and forth against it, getting harder and harder. I start reaching further and begin massaging your ass, squeezing and releasing all the tension from the long day. Read more »

Camp Counselor 2 – Training My Little Bitch [mf][anal][fdom][voy][blkmail][creampie][oral]

One of my favorite boys from that summer was Micah. He came to me outside, alone in the woods just a few days after our first gangbang. He was so unsure of himself as he explained to me how he wanted to try new things. He said, “After the other night, I knew I could trust you with this. I just don’t want the other guys knowing because I think they will make fun of me.” “Okay,” I replied. “Meet me behind the cabin, in the woods after everyone goes to sleep. We will explore your boundaries together.” He agreed and walked off quickly before anyone saw us chatting. I wasn’t sure exactly what he wanted to try, but I couldn’t wait until that night to find out! Read more »

You and your stare [str8]

I’ve wanted your cock in me ever since I laid eyes on you.

Or maybe ever since you fucked me with your eyes, tore my clothes off in your mind, and caressed me afterward with the loveliest grin.

I prattled on about things that appeased your chromosomes and monkey brain. I skimmed the surface of your frontal lobe and made you want more.

I ate a fleshy hamburger and laughed at shitty innuendos while you eyed me like a first love.

You were with someone. I was with someone. So nothing beyond those glances.

But now you’re not with someone. And I’m not with someone. And every now and then I still think of you, with your leather jacket and your chest hair.

I heard you cheated on her.

But I don’t have to be with you forever.

A night or two, a month or two.

I dreamt of fucking you in the dark and now you’re on my mind. On me in my mind. Sliding in and out, and I’m as wet as a bath. Read more »

I bought my husband an escort for his birthday and watched! [st8][prost]

Sophia was a pretty shop clerk from Italy who was trying to make it as a model but was escorting on the side. I found her on-line. Her body looked insane in the pictures and after exchanging a few e-mails, she agreed to meet me. We met at a coffee shop, me waving at her after she walked in and scanned the room. I was relieved she looked so clean and sane, in boyfriend jeans, t-shirt and leather jacket. She was stunning with big brown eyes, pouty lips, long legs and long dark brown hair. She sat at my table and after exchanging pleasantries, got down to business.

“It’s my husband’s birthday and I think you’d make a nice gift. How much is your rent?”

“Fifteen hundred dollars a month.”

“How about I pay you one month’s rent in exchange for an evening of your company.”

She leaned in and smiled. “What did you have in mind?”

I told my husband, Roman to come right home after work; that I had a special birthday surprise waiting for him. He returned from the office at his usual time of eight to find me dressed in a proper wifey dress and black patent heels he loves so much. Read more »