Before Dinner [MM]

It was Saturday night, we were going out to have dinner with some friends, we were both dressed up, I’m in the bathroom, trying to put some hair wax on, you came in and wanted to pee, you look at me in the mirror, I look kinda nice actually, freshly showered, perfumed, clean.

Your dick become a bit arouse.

“Get on your knees.” You said,

I immediately kneeled down. With hands in the front, like a dog.

You starting to rub your half hard cock on my face.

“Lick.” You said,

I started licking, then you remembered that you haven’t peed yet,

“Open”

then you sticked you cock inside my mouth and started to pee, it’s strong.

I swallowed some, but still, some overflowed.

“Bitch” you sneered, then a slap on my face,

When you about to finish, you pulled it out and dropped the last few drops on my face,

“Nice, now you’re ready.”

Morning Threeway w. Amber [MFM]

I’ve had a lot of crazy sexual experiences in my lifetime, and a few of my friends have expressed an interest in hearing them, so I’ve decided to start blogging them here. This is the first one that I’ve chosen to share. (Names have all been changed, locations left vague on purpose, etc.)

At the time of this story I’m 23 years old, 5’8″ and athletic from years of an active lifestyle. I’m dating this cute little blonde girl named Amber, who at the time is 18, about 5’2″, with a flat stomach and the kind of hips that make my mouth water. Now Amber is a freak in the best possible way, and one of the few girls I’ve met who could actually keep up with me. In many ways, she actually outdid me, which was a challenge that I loved. More on that later.

[MF] First Ever Road Head & A Cross-Country Cum Drive

Third time attempting to submit this. My skillz with the mandatory tags are weak. Hopefully this one works.

tl;dr: gf got bored on a long cross-country trip to a ‘con and gave me my first road head & the next day took a facial and wore it proudly until we arrived at our destination (only an hour later- don’t freak out).

Well OK so this happened about a month ago on a car trip from NYC to St. Louis, MO. Actually, it was from Yonkers, NY but not everybody knows where that is so I usually say “New York City” when I tell them where I live. Yonkers is NOT New York City, but explaining that usually takes more time than just saying “NYC.” So, Yonkers. I was driving from Yonkers to St. Louis.

This was a trip of “firsts.” And so, let’s talk about the first first of the trip: I’d never received road head before. Yonkers, and for that matter New York City, has a LOT of people in it. Plus everything’s close enough to everything else that you’d hardly have time to finish before you got to your destination. Unless, that is, there was traffic (and there’s always traffic). But would you really want to give/get road head while sitting in your car with dozens- hundreds!- of other cars around you, stuck waiting on a light to change? OK, maybe you would- but my girlfriend definitely would NOT.

A Taste of Wine (OC) [mF, Fdom, oral, fantasy, inc]

EDITS: Grammar/syntax

Glossary

* Artzruni – Landed family of winemakers
* Rao-Galli – Fortified city to the north
* Qazo [kah-cho] – Literally “brave little one”, Myra’s nickname for Kallisto
* Xyur [hee-oor] – Respectful address to an older sister
* Jan [jahn] – Literally “(my) soul” but roughly translates to “dear”
* Dzo – “Hey”
* Shirini [shir-ree-nee] – sweet, sugary, voluptious
* “Pomegranate Girl” – the romantic type
* Shift – under-dress garment
* Ath – creator god, sun god, represented by a gold dragon
* Zanebelli – goddess of natural beauty, alpine meadows, river valleys, and mountains

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I decided to go directly to the Artzruni estate. I hadn’t seen Myranush for weeks, and I was aching to see her. It’s funny how the more time you spend with someone the more it hurts to be away, even for what should have felt like a short while. I was told by the servants at the manor that she was out and about in the vineyard. Leaving my horse, I began to walk out towards the farmhouse where I suspected she might be.

Dominating Cuckold

Kneeling down at Lacey’s feet, I paused in helping zip up her black leather boots and looked up at her.

“Are you sure this is going to be ok? I don’t want this to get in the way of what you have going on,” I asked.

“Of course I’m sure Honey,” she said, smiling down at me.

That smile and the spark in her eyes was all I needed. I bent back down to the job at hand and finished zipping up her knee length boots. My hands, however, continued up her legs, my fingers wandering near her uncovered and bare pussy before she slapped them away.

“Oh no you don’t! This is all for Don right now, and none for you.” She smoothed the hem of her skirt back down over her hips, the only fabric covering the wonderful delight between her thighs. “You know exactly what we agreed to. It’s what you want, it’s what I want, and I’m holding you to this…my dear cuckold bitch.”

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The night my girlfriend fucked two soldiers [MFM]

I love when my girlfriend tells me about her extremely hot past. She is only in her start 20’s but had fucked around 35 men before we met. The hottest story is about the night where she was fucked by two soldiers.

She was out clubbing and her friends had left to go home. She left the club and was waiting for a cab when two soldiers she had danced with came out. They were going home to one of them that lived in the same area as her so then decided to walk together.

When they arrived to the soldiers home they invited her up. Had a few drinks and asked if she wanted to sleep there. She cuddled up between them in her top and g-string. It only took a few minuts before she started making out with one of them and she turned her back to the other.
They were making out loudly and suddenly the guy behind her started to her thighs and ass. As she told me a few thoughts went through her mind, but mainly “if I can get two dicks tonight I am going to” and with that settled she spread her legs a bit so the guy behind her could access her pussy while she was still making out with the first guy that by now was playing with her hard nippels below her top.

“THE TASTE OF HER SUBMISSION” [MF, BDSM] (Revised; Short Story)

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**ACT I**

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The Woman glanced upward, now seeing the Man’s face distorted through the bottom of his glass tumbler. When viewed from this strange perspective, his normally handsome features appeared momentarily monstrous; his charming smile was rendered suddenly sardonic, twisted and unsymmetrical.

The Man drank the last of the remaining whiskey in his glass, then lowered the tumbler toward the Woman curled up in his lap. While swirling the half-melted ice-cubes around in contemplative circles, he announced: *”You taste good”*, speaking in a guttural whisper which was more felt than heard.

The Woman opened her mouth to respond, but found no words worth speaking. Instead, she lowered her head back down onto the man’s lap, letting her lips naturally wrap back around the head of his swollen cock.

She laid there that way for some time, feeling profoundly exhausted, with her bare legs spread out along the couch, and with her cheek resting on the thigh of the Man’s soft dress pants. The Woman’s tongue never stopped lazily running circles around the ridges of the Man’s cock, feeling it swell and retreat in size. The Man stroked her hair with his free hand, occasionally letting it wander down to the tight valley between her ass cheeks, where his probing fingers sometimes found themselves temporarily stuck.

“THE TASTE OF HER SUBMISSION” [MF, BDSM] (Revised; Short Story)

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**ACT I**

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The Woman glanced upward, now seeing the Man’s face distorted through the bottom of his glass tumbler. When viewed from this strange perspective, his normally handsome features appeared momentarily monstrous; his charming smile was rendered suddenly sardonic, twisted and unsymmetrical.

The Man drank the last of the remaining whiskey in his glass, then lowered the tumbler toward the Woman curled up in his lap. While swirling the half-melted ice-cubes around in contemplative circles, he announced: *”You taste good”*, speaking in a guttural whisper which was more felt than heard.

The Woman opened her mouth to respond, but found no words worth speaking. Instead, she lowered her head back down onto the man’s lap, letting her lips naturally wrap back around the head of his swollen cock.

She laid there that way for some time, feeling profoundly exhausted, with her bare legs spread out along the couch, and with her cheek resting on the thigh of the Man’s soft dress pants. The Woman’s tongue never stopped lazily running circles around the ridges of the Man’s cock, feeling it swell and retreat in size. The Man stroked her hair with his free hand, occasionally letting it wander down to the tight valley between her ass cheeks, where his probing fingers sometimes found themselves temporarily stuck.

[MF] [Kink] Third episode in my unhealthy fuckbuddy relationship [a2p]

The third time Alice and I played, it was because she’d said she wanted to be fucked in my office late one night. So we arranged it.

One day she was working at her part time job in the city and I was in my office. We both worked late. About 9pm she sent me a text and I went down to reception to let her in. Most people in the building had gone home, but a few were around. Alice was dressed in business clothes so, aside from her apparent youth, no eyebrows were raised – late night meetings were not unheard of with various court cases ongoing.

I wanted to ramp up the tension so, even though we were alone in the elevator, I just engaged in small talk about her work and studies. Luckily, the only people still working on my floor were at the other end, on the far side of the elevators. I let her into my office, locked the door behind us and just advanced on her, my eyes suddenly hungry, backing her up against a big bookcase/ cupboard wall unit.

[MF] at Daddy’s request.

This is my first time writing a non-fiction from my own perspective tale so be gentle. This is from my first experience with my {new to me} Dom/Daddy. I’m posting this at his request. I’m a little apprehensive but good girls always do what their daddies ask.

The hotel room is small. Nothing special. Everything about it is dated, from the small TV on the dresser to the pattern of the chair in the corner. Not that I care. And not that he does, I assume. He gives the room a once over, peering into the bathroom and around. He makes a comment on the room, something about it being nicer than rooms he’s paid more than double for. I’m quiet. Nervous.

He walks over to me and backs me up to the wall. He runs a finger along the hem of my dress. He’s happy with how well I’ve followed his instructions. I look up to him, we’re maybe millimetres apart but he doesn’t kiss me. He knows I want it, and he withholds.