(Request) Squeaky Clean

Posted this to r/dirtywritingprompts already, but things seemed a little slow…

So here’s my request, I know it’ll seem strange… I have a thing for someone getting forcibly cleaned, think getting run through an automatic car wash… Setup: a cruel dominatrix has a session that ends up getting her sub dirty(mud, paint,food, be creative) . Wanting him/her clean, and also wanting to cause pain/humiliation/both, she opts to to truss him/her up and send them on a (or several) trip(s) through an automatic car wash. I would love detail as much as possible.

After the Game [M] [Mast]

I came home after football practice – or “soccer” – to those who give a shit about it. I was tired, sweaty and had one shin badly raked by spikes in a tight tackle gone wrong. Don’t fret; I absolutely hammed the fucker who did it to me about 15 minutes later.

I half limped over to the fridge to see what I might snack for supper. Nothing worth eating, perhaps a takeaway curry later? We’ll see, not too hungry at the moment anyway. Nothing on the telly either, and my girlfriend has been away visiting her mother in Cardiff. Slightly bored, I was, so what was a 21 year old feller to do? As I hadn’t had any action (other than footy) for days, an answer to this burning question was not very far away.
I peeled off my guernsey, lay on the bed and fired up my laptop. You know what I had in mind just as well as I did.

(M)e getting back at my wife by being a sex slave (fictional, kinky, bi) Part 1

My mistake started 3 years ago when I married my girlfriend from college, her family was one of the richest –if not the richest- in town, honestly, I don’t know what she saw in me, yes I’m kinda good looking but I was flat broke, living with 2 people and can’t afford shit…

We got married; I moved into her house, got me a car and a job at her father’s company, why am I saying all this? Because I found out the she was cheating on me with different guys almost on a weekly basis, how I found out? That’s another story, anyway, she didn’t care that I know she’s fucking dudes left and right and she also knew that I can’t do anything about it, simply because I will get kicked out, lose my job and basically she can destroy me with few phone calls.

I decided to get back her by cheating on her –is it called cheating anymore?- so, I went to Craiglist to find me some easy ass, I spent some time searching until I found this one post which was called “married couple looking for a sex slave” I thought to myself they’re maybe searching for a girl to kick it with, but I called them anyway.

That night with my naughty Columbian and my big man (MFF, bi)

A few years back my husband and I had a very good friend, let’s call her Adriana, who we had been spending a lot of time with. Adriana was stunning. Long dark hair that fell to the middle of her back, beautiful tanned skin, big brown eyes that a girl could just get lost in, a tight, fit little body and some very expensive tits that I struggled to keep my eyes off of. And her thick Columbian accent had me working very hard to keep my composure.

But Adriana was monogamous and my husband and I were not. She wanted a family someday, had a guy that she’d been casually seeing for a few months and we settled on just staying friends. I watched a very tender and intimate friendship grow between her and my man and I would often wish I could see him buried deep inside of her. This man could easily have walked off the set of Magic Mike- At 6’6, he towers over my tiny frame, with striking blue eyes, and the perfect amount of muscles to fit his frame, not too much, but enough to have women staring when we’re out in public.

New Job, New Lover [F/F]

Hey everyone, I had a hot hookup last week and wanted to share!

About me: I’m short, busty, pale skin, brown hair.

The girl in question: We’ll call her Tasha, she’s also short, deep black skin, like smooth, dark chocolate, gorgeous brown eyes, dark hair, and a smile that can make anyone melt. She’s also fairly busty, so that is a plus as well.

I had started a new job a month and a half ago, she and I hit it off right away. She had just gotten out of a relationship, I wasn’t looking for anything serious, we both knew that as we tried to make our schedules line up to hang out that we were going to end up fucking. So, when we were able to work it out, we met at her place to talk, have some wine, and, well, go from there.

Lechomancer Succubus Chapter 5: Prisoners [mmf][toys][bondage][oral]

As they headed through the demon castle, Taput lazily held the end of the chain in his left hand. The silver links went back to Ashlynn’s wrists, held slightly in front of her as she walked, through the metal link in the cuff, and back up to the leather collar she wore. Ashlynn walked along, watching Taput’s legs, nearly mesmerized by the swirling green glow, like ever shifting tribal tattoos cover his muscular body.

Ashlynn’s Succubus, a purple demoness that shared Ashlynn’s name and face, walked along behind, copy Ashlynn’s pose and movements, grinning widely to herself.

They were deep within the labyrinth of the castle. After Ashlynn had heard the demons use the name Brittney, she had been intrigued, and had ordered Taput, who was now enslaved to her, to take her to investigate. Ashlynn had at least a vague conception of all the demons who served Lisa, and therefore, she had assumed, Lisa’s Master Erostopholes. This new name had been a mystery she couldn’t ignore, even though she was charged to get Lisa’s book from the library.

Meeting an online stranger for a hookup (24f/36m)

I figured I would just go ahead and post this here since some were asking about the picture I posted of me before I left his house the next morning. This is my 1st time writing anything like this so wish me luck!

It all started when I moved to a new area after a bad break up. I had left my FWB behind and all of the people I remembered from before I moved were just….different….it’s been 6 years after all. So I decided to do what any single, young, and horny girl in her right mind would do…online dating. The idea was daunting. I didn’t much want a relationship…been there, done that FAIL. I made a profile I browsed a little. Most prospects ended up either boring or annoying me rather quickly.

[MF] A Little Help

Friday night. It’s just about the most barebones way to open a story, but it already says plenty. Everybody can relate to the feeling of relief that comes over a person when they clock out of work for the week, or they get out of that last class. In my situation, it was a little of both, considering I was spending the night hanging out with eight or so friends from my university.

It’d be hard to call the gathering a party, considering there was no booze, no jocks, and nobody having wild sex…all we had was a humble little get-together of friends in a dimly-lit apartment. It wasn’t a bad place by any means, of course; the New Hampshire apartment was warm and cozy, clean, and most importantly, the object of entertainment for the night was on the center table: Adult Loaded Questions! After all, regular Loaded Questions just wouldn’t do it for college students, right?

I was seated on the love seat, idly browsing on my phone. Two or three of my other friends were in the same boat, and the remaining ones were chatting about nothing in particular. We didn’t have these sorts of nights all the time, but we enjoyed them while they lasted. Most of us were usually busy with work, school, or both.