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First time with my girlfriend [MF][first person]

It was finally the day I had been waiting for: Kayla and I were finally going to have sex. We had talked about it plenty, and we had definitely pleasures each other in different ways, but today we were finally going to actually do it; we were going to lose our virginities to each other.

She was coming over right after work. She would still be wearing scrubs, which would make it all the easier to rip her clothes off. She knocked on the door and I run downstairs my heart racing and my dick already hard. I open the door and pull her inside and close the door behind her. I push her back up against the door in my passion as we begin to kiss. She wraps her legs around me and she can feel my dick rubbing against her leg. As I take of her shirt she gets down on her knees. "I need you in my mouth" she says in almost a gasp. She unzips my jeans and yanks them down my thick cock almost bursting out of my boxers, she yanks those down too and puts me in her mouth. She starts slowly, her tongue swirling around the head of penis, and then going slowly deeper and deeper, but now I need to taste her. Read more »

Dear Aidra Part I: The Descent of J. Ludlow [BDSM] [MC] [Trans] [IR] [Sadism] [Cheat] [MMF] [Sissy] [Anal] [Cuckold] [Feminization] [Humiliation] [Forced] [Non-Consent] [Love]

This began as a caption but the words took over from the pictures, and I’ve always liked writing but been shy of it. I thought I’d submit to a more literature-inclined audience to see how I did. But there are pictures incorporated–is that allowed? I really don’t want to dilute or mis-use this subreddit, and I trust the mods to set me straight if I’m out of line. An x-post from r/xxxcaptions. Thanks for your consideration!

Dear Aidra Part I: The Descent of J. Ludlow

As the wind was still… [m/f]

He knew. He could smell it on me. I was so horny, so willing, barely containing my excitement as we walked along the grass, holding hands. His thumb running across my knuckles. I would have fallen to my knees right there if he would have allowed me to. But he kept tantalizing me. Letting me get close, to kiss his neck and then pushing me away.

I could feel my face on fire. All I could think about were his fingers and his cock. And his thumb, circling on my hand, driving me crazy. I would have begged him to put his hands between my legs, but I am not allowed to ask for things. It is forbidden. I must learn patience and how not to go out of my mind while waiting for him to decide what my next torment shall be.

He pulls me to a secluded area. I can hear the trees rustling in the passing wind. I can hear some crickets and birds. But I see only him. My hungry eyes will not stop taking in his body. In the shade of the afternoon he tells me. "You will get down on your knees and be prepared to swallow every last drop." "Yes, Sir." Read more »

MILFmas [Str8, mF, anal, bukkake celeb, oral]

"Alright, I understand", I said to my parents on the phone.

They are stuck at the airport, on Christmas eve none the less! And by the sound of it, it looks like they won't be home until the day after Christmas. I sat on my couch in my pajamas. The air was cold in the house, but the lit fireplace was making concentrated warmth. Staring at the cookies and milk on a plate near the fireplace, I knew Santa wasn't real, but I always put them out on Christmas for the spirit of the holiday. All of a sudden, the fire goes out.

All of the house seems to go dark.

I began to hear what sounded like struggling coming from the chimney. Suddenly, two kicking red heels jut out into view. Legs then a torso soon follow until an entire person falls down. Read more »

The Corset Queen (Story for a friend)

The ropes groaned under the weight of Harper. Her nude form hangs suspended from the ceiling by several ropes, her mouth his gagged and her limbs bound. Her eyes are closed, and her head pointed at the floor. The dungeon holds several hanging posts just like the one she dangles from. Several yards in front of her is a large door she knows is hidden behind a false wall. She hears the squeal of the rusty hinges, and raises her head slightly, her vision is blurred from her recent sleep, and dreams still echo in her head, but she sees a humanoid shape moving towards her. She blinks several times, and meets the eye of Seth, the Corset Queen. In her hand is a long rawhide whip. The queen stares at her subject for several moments before walking over to the steel table and looking over her instruments. Before her lay an assortment of whips, files, knives, screws, bindings, and seemingly the contents of a toolbox. She coils her whip and sets it down gently on the table. She is dressed in a tight black corset, high heel shoes, black leather fingerless gloves, nylon fishnets, and a studded collar. She is wearing absolutely nothing else. The warm, damp air in the room is already making her sweat, she watched beads of sweat roll down her breasts and drop to the floor. Seth looks to a table on the other side of the room, there are several sex toys, vibrators, strap ons, dildos, and anal beads have been set upon this one. Seth walks over to this table and picks up a long, black strap on. Her eyes cross the other toys, she sets her gaze upon a short pink vibrator, it looks well worn. She smiles. The queen walks over to her slave and scrutinizes her for several moments, her fingers idly playing with the buckle on the strap on. She places the toy around her waist and tightens it firmly. Harper breaths heavily as the queen does this. She would try to move her hands had the rope not rubbed her wrists raw, she couldn't see them, but she knew they must be a deep shade of red by now. The queen walked to the back of her subject and placed her hands on her waist. Firmly grasping her sides, she lightly pressed the toy against the pussy of Harper. She then pushed deeper, slowly. Harper let out a quick moan before cutting it off. The queen smiled and leaned against Harper, the rest of the naughty belt following her movement. She pulled it from her and thrust again. Her thighs damp and hot. She fucked her harder and harder, getting more and more into the moment. Harper was letting out loud moans, she wasn't enjoying this nearly as much as the queen was. She pulled it from her and walked around her to her head. "Open wide" She said menacingly as undid the gag and pressed the toy against Harper's lips. She knew there was no use fighting it, and let her jaw go slack. The strap on went deep into her throat, Harper gagged and coughed, she tasted her own cunt on the rubber cock. The queen, seemingly satisfied with this toy, withdrew it from her mouth and took it off, being careful to put it back where she had taken it from. She walked away from the toy table, and over to the tool one. She chose a whip, and let it unravel onto the floor, making sure Harper saw her imminent fate. Seth walked to the back of her captive and pulled a small knife from her fishnets. She cut a rope supporting Harper's legs and let them fall lazily to the floor. She took several steps back, and snapped the whip against her back. Harper's muscles rippled and tensed from the sudden shock, and a small cut appears diagonally across her left shoulder blade. The queen walked forwards and rubbed her finger across the cut. She walked to the front of her bond servant and stuck her bloodied finger into Harper's mouth. Harper immediately spat the blood into her master's face. Seth slapped her hard across the face, and fumed to her back. She whipped her several more times, each one with more anger than the last. When she had finished, she walked to the front and looked at Harper's tear stricken face. Her eyes cried, but her face remained strong, she stared down the queen. Seth felt no empathy for this girl, only enmity. She walked back to the tool table, haphazardly laying her whip down. She stood over the desk, with a hand on each side, and slammed her fists down upon in in anger. All her past victims had simply broken down and accepted it, what the hell was wrong with this one? She grabbed a dremmel with a grinding bit and walked to her slave. "You will fucking break, I can promise you that." She said angrily. "I'd like to see you try." Harper responded in a defiant tone. She started the tool and took the skin from Harper's stomach. Then moved to her chest, her cheeks, her arms, her back. Harper never made a sound. The queen, angered by her subject's lack of reaction, walked back to the table, throwing down the tool, she picked up a pair of pliers. She walked over to her thrall and wrenched open her mouth. "You can't stay strong forever you bitch!" She screamed in a blind rage. She grabbed hold of a molar and pulled, the tooth came with a sickening ripping sound. Harper groaned loudly and winced. Harper spat a mouth full of blood into her oppressors face. Seth screamed and punched her hard in the ribs. She wiped her face sloppily and looked into the eyes of the defiant slave, her face covered in blood and shaped by rage looked like that of a warrior. She grabbed her slave by the throat and pulled her close, "Do you know what happens when I'm done with people like you?" she asked. "You end up with your back to them." She said with a smirk. The queen spun around to meet a nude, emaciated young woman, and the barrel of a handgun. A deafening bang rolled around the room. The queen fell to the floor, a dark red spot forming on the back of her corset. Harper's ears rang violently. In a few seconds though, she wished the shot had been louder. The queen lay on the floor, gurgling, she was choking on her own blood. The young woman limped over to Harper and undid the ropes holding her up. Harper fell to the floor before being helped up by the mysterious woman. Harper looked at her former owner, and saw her eyes gloss over as the life left them. The woman winced as Harper touched her back, she felt the gashes. This woman, was another slave. They walked out of that room and tried to forget what had happened inside of it, but they knew they never would. Things would never be the same for either one of them. Read more »

From Stripper to Hooker [FM/FF][oral][anal][prost]

I'd been stripping for about 6 months. It wasn't my first choice, but I'd been unable to find a job since graduating with an engineering degree – it seems people just couldn't handle the idea of a pretty, female engineer.

It was an ok gig, and it more than paid the bills. I certainly didn't get off on it like I hear about with some girls – it was just a job.

One evening after my shift, the club manager called me into his office. He told me there was a message on the office answering machine the day before asking about hiring a stripper for a private party. He said they didn't do that (something about insurance), but I could have the number for $50 if I wanted a little side work. I'd heard other girls mention this arrangement, so I was pretty sure he wasn't scamming me, and I figured I could probably make good money doing the party in less than an hour, then still make my shift at the club, so I handed over the cash, and he gave me a torn piece of paper with the name "Mike" and a number. Read more »

How Are Mine? [MF, exh, oral, first time]

The tall, redheaded woman stepped out of the hot tub and walked back towards the hotel, the warm water still dripping off of her body, leaving behind a darkened trail on the pavement. We were alone once again. I looked over at Michael. His eyes bounced up and down in perfect synchrony with her thong-clad ass. I elbowed him in the side. Hard.

“You’re such a lecher, geez… That poor woman…”

“What? I was just admiring her swimsuit.”

“Uh huh, I noticed you ‘admiring’ it the entire time she was here. You couldn’t take your eyes off of it, I noticed. Tell me, what did you like best about her swimsuit?”

“I liked…how it…exposed most of her tits…” he explained, helpfully using hand gestures in case I had forgotten what her chest had looked like. Not much chance of that. I was going to have nightmares about being suffocated by cantaloupes for days.

I punched his arm. “Pervert! I’m surprised she didn’t pop out of that handkerchief… What’s so special about them, anyway? They’re just big… She might as well stuff cantaloupes down her top.” Read more »

sex in a new relastionship

LADIES ONLY PLEASE, Let’s see who can write the best next chapter here is the scenario, I have started the fun, now let’s see who can write the best next chapter… PLEASE, LADIES ONLY!!!!! Read more »

[Mf][MAST][SCIFI] I woke up like this. Late twenties guy wakes up in a new body…

This is a story were a late twenty something wakes up in a woman's body. I'll note that this is very rough draft, I haven't proofed it at all yet, but really wanted to share. I always have been excited at the idea of a body switch, or something along these lines, and expereincing what its like to be a woman. Love to hear what the ladies have to say about my interpretation too, and I'm open to ideas and suggestions on where it's gonna go next. Read more »

Make Me Scream [MF][BDSM][Bondage] “She was getting married in two days. Should she really be doing this? But a part of her—an absolutely wicked part—was gleefully tickled by the idea of standing, sitting, and kneeling in front of a church full of people burning with the marks of their passion.”

Have & Hold

Kat Valdez was going to go insane.

It was only two nights before her wedding to Peter Richards, but she didn’t think she’d live through tonight.

Why in the world did Peter decide to host their rehearsal dinner here at Donovan’s? Sure, he’d reminded her that, on the outside, it just looked like another bar—the place where they’d had their first date. It was a romantic choice; a way for their friends and family and coworkers to share in Kat and Peter’s history before they sealed their future.

And, she supposed, it was nice to spend one last big night at the bar before Donovan’s was scheduled to close down for a complete renovation and their past became a landmark they could only visit in pictures.

Kat supposed that all was true. And romantic. And sweet. She had good memories of Donovan’s.

It’s just that not all of them were quite so innocent as their first meeting.

“So,” she heard her mother say to the tall, leggy, black woman sitting on the barstool beside her, “Pip, was it? How do you know my daughter?”

Oh God. Read more »