So yeah, I wasn't expecting this to happen. But it finally did, and I was so happy about it, that I decided to share it with you guys since I've enjoyed a lot of stories from here and its time to give back. But first a description I'm about 5"10 average build, latino not athletic, but not fat just your average guy. She's also pretty much 5"10, brunette, white,Perky B cup tits, and an ass that I've been dreaming of since the day I first met this girl. I had just finished my shift at work (I work in a restaurant) and it so happened that this girl (Maya) that I also work with got off at the same time, we hadn't seen each other in a while so we decided to grab a bite to eat in the restaurant and have a drink and catch up. She had been pretty busy lately with school and had finished her exams and just wanted to unwind (should of been my first hint) that night. Things were going well, we were both laughing, getting close to each other and just having a good time in general (we usually just had a lot of small talk when we saw each other, but we were pretty good friends). A bit of time had passed and she decided she wanted to leave, I suggested we should grab a drink somewhere else and hang out a bit more, at this point we went to another bar/club she's been wanting to try for a while. It was just me and her and I knew if ever had a chance, this would be it. We both got into a cab and headed to the bar, it was still pretty early (around 9pm) so we both just got drinks and chatted some more, I was getting much more flirty and trying to push my luck and see how far that would take me, getting closer to her as she was talking, putting my hands on hers and holding them etc. A while passed and we realized a dance floor had started to build up, (at this point we were both somewhat tipsy) A song came on and she beamed up, "We've got to dance" she said, knowing this was my chance, I immediately agreed, grabbed her hand and guided her to the dance floor and we started dancing, after a few songs I began to get closer and closer and eventually I had my arms around her waist and we started grinding against each other, this was so hot.. When talking to her I never actually assumed I had a chance with this girl, she was always quiet, but somehow today she was just outgoing and confident. After a couple minutes she turned around, looked at me and smiled and in the sexiest way possible she just lowered herself and brought herself pack up, it was like something out of a movie. At this point, I was nervous (I had a dry spell for about six months before her) and was just like "Fuck it", I leaned in and kissed her and it was everything I could of imagined it to be, she was very good at it, and we just passionately made out for a few minutes before we kept on with the dancing. At this point, I absolutely had to fuck this girl, I was rock hard and wanted to see this girl naked. I took her away from the dance floor and nervously asked if she wanted to come to my place and "have a few drinks" she agreed and got her stuff and we left and got in a cab and heading to my place.
The Battle. [MF] [Breeding]
I think I'm stronger than him, but he's got both his hands.
I am Tallia, and I am fighting for the right to breed.
The man I am fighting today is named Markus. He's been around a while and he knows a few tricks. I saw him take down a tawny bitch called Jessica just two weeks ago, and when he was done with her she was walking oddly, to say the least. He uses his lower centre of gravity to upend the women he fights, and to be very honest, they aren't used to that. Most men carry themselves in a manner that is far too upright, much too high for combat … probably a side effect of the aggressive display behaviour that works so well when doing battle with other men. But he knows better. Women have wide hips, heavy chests, so they tend to carry themselves lower in combat. Unlike almost every other male champion in the circuit today, he understands that and compensates.
Work & Reward [Mf, huml, race]
This is a x-post of my own story from /r/BDSMerotica
She'd never fit in. She'd struggled, growing up as the child of immigrants in a small town where everyone else had pale skin and enjoyed the benefits of family roots that stretched back for generations. Instead, she found herself an outsider, required to rush home from school each day to help her parents in their little store. She sold junk food and sodas to her classmates and cringed whenever her father tried to make small talk with them in his embarrassing accent.
When she looked in the mirror she saw different eyes, different hair, different skin. In her small town, different was bad. When they found her alone her classmates had teased her. She heard them imitating her parents' accent behind her back, and she heard the slurs, tentative at first then louder as she grew older.
She seethed with silent anger when she heard slurs, most of all when they used words that didn't even apply to her ethnic background. Didn't they even know anything about the people they were mocking! What a silly thing to worry about, she told herself, and she kept her head down and did as she was told.
Not So Innocent… [M/F]
So, I stumbled across this Sub a month ago just browsing reddit. I liked reading the affair stories because they related to me somehow. So I’ll start this story here.
Her name was Ashley and we’d known each other, since shit, middle school? She was a quiet one, and then broke out of her shell in our senior years of high school. We didn’t talk to each other much, but we never failed to say “Hey” to each other if we did happen to pass by. Anyways, we go off to college, Yadda Yadda. Fast forward to our Senior Year in college and we finally meet up at a bar during thanksgiving break. We shared a couple of drinks and laughs. We leave, I walk her to her car, hug her goodbye, and that was it. It is done after the hug phase because she had a boyfriend. And I respected that. So after that daily texting each other became common until the summer of 2013, when she got engaged. It kind of just suddenly stopped after that. Now entering my 5th Year of College (changed majors too often), it was one October night that for some reason the idea that I should text her popped into my mind. I followed through with it. Man that night was fucked up. So much regret, anxiety, and anticipation. The next morning I wake up to a text saying “Hey what was that text about it.” And that’s where it all begins.
Boredom+Tinder+Horniness=Day of sex [f/m] [f/m] [f/m]
For those who haven’t read my stories before here’s a brief bit about me: I’m 24 years old with brown hair and green eyes. I’m 5’5” about 115 pounds. I have a nice butt (look at my post history for pics of it) and B cup boobs. I’ve always been told I’m “very cute.” I’ve gotten “sexy” and “pretty” more in the last couple of years it seems like. I grew up in a very straight-laced family and I have for the most part always appeared to be straight-laced as well. I’m kind of your typical all-American girl, was in a sorority in college etc. I realized in my teens that I have an abnormally high sex drive. I acted on it some, but didn’t start sleeping around a lot until I turned 20. I’m pretty much what most would describe as a sex addict now, but my family and friends would never suspect.
[M/f] Romantic Hypno-Play Pt. 1
This is the beginning of a real encounter between my boyfriend and I and my first time writing an erotic story. Tell me how it is!
The candle in front of me flickered quickly, left and right, the light the only thing I was able to focus on. His voice droning in the background, calming, assertive, the man who it belonged to made me uncontrollably lusty and comfortably all at once. It was low, smooth, and yet I could sense the things that made him unsure. The things that I had grown to adore about this man. The comforts.
“Now you feel it in your fingertips. The warm sensation, as though your hands were being dipped into that same pool of water you chose to imagine, the one you are stepping into and my voice compels you to dive. But you can’t. Not yet.” The lower half of my body was floating, as though I were lost, floating, yet so heavy. Light, but unable to move, warm enough to tire me out, the light in the middle of my gaze also drew me. My fingertips felt ripples around them and after that, I can’t remember until he shook me awake.
Consensual Blackmail (f/f)
Last Saturday night I was drinking with my housemate, Lauren. We'd both had quite a bit and somehow we got talking about things that turn us on. I mentioned that I've had a fantasy about being blackmailed into sexual situations. Lauren said she'd be turned on by exhibiting that kind of control over me and started trying to convince me to let her actually go through with it.
We'd had enough to drink, that it wasn't too hard for her to convince me to let her take a video of me masturbating to use against me. I was wearing panties and a tee-shirt at the time, so she recorded as I stripped. I lay back on the couch with my legs spread, and rubbed my pussy. Between the audience, and the thought of being blackmailed, it didn't take long for me to reach orgasm. She made me stay naked for the rest of the evening, and we went back to drinking and hanging out.
Shower time! ;)
I come in and hear the shower on. I decide to join in to have some fun so I slip in behind you. I reach around and start to stroke your hard cock and hear you moan. You turn around and I give you a sexy mischievous smile. I kneel down and put your cock in my mouth, you put your hands in my hair guiding my mouth so that it feels just right. I slowly pull my mouth off your cock kissing the tip when I get there. I stand up press myself against you and give you a kiss. You grab me tight and hold on to me, you hard cock pressed against my hips. I slowly start moving my hips, rubbing against you. You growl reach down and pick up one of my legs opening me up. Pushing me up against the wall you start pounding into me, I gasp out a moan. It feels so good my leg starts to shake, and as it's about to give out you thrust one more time hard and we orgasm. You let go of my leg and I stretch up and kiss you hard. Then you turn around to get the soap and start washing me off.
My wife gave me the greatest present of all [M/F/F] PART 1
My wife (Rebecca) and I have a pseudo-open relationship. We both love to shamelessly flirt, moreso if the other one is watching. We’re constantly texting each other about people we meet at bars. Not quite ‘hotwife’ level. Yet. We’re open about our sex lives, and have had more than a few threesomes and we’re comfortable exploring our limits. There’s one bar where we like to spend our down time, either alone or together. This bar is nothing remarkable, a typical city establishment with overpriced drinks and mediocre food. But, it has Jessica. Jessica is a 23 year old waitress/bartender who instantly caught my eye when I first sat down. ‘Southern Belle’ doesn’t even begin to describe her. Bouncy blond curls, piercing blue eyes, and a radiant smile of white teeth. I couldn’t really see her body beneath the baggy black ‘restaurant worker’ outfit she was always wearing, but she would have been a knockout even if she was chubby. Her and Rebecca became fast friends, and I would always catch them giggling about something when I walked in. Fast forward a few months. My birthdays coming up, and Rebecca and I were planning our usual event, a romantic ‘getaway’. We’d go to a hotel for night and treat ourselves to a lavish night of alcohol, food, and sex. Mostly sex. A couple weeks before, we were texting about our plans, and she asked me if I wanted a special present. Obviously I was game, but I didn’t exactly know what she had in mind. (Very short paraphrasing below) “What about Jessica?”
Pet [Mdom[fsub][roleplay][oral]
“Lori, number 3.” The voice comes over the little speaker and a grin traces its way across my lips. I am Lori and my owner is behind door number 3.
I am sitting at the little makeup desk in my office. I pick up the black leather collar and buckle it around my neck. I love the way it feels, just snug enough that if my owner tugs, it bites a bit. I like that. Pain is a good reminder, a good teacher.
Are you going to watch me? Here, sit here in my dressing room and watch the television. See, you can see my master there. He can wait a few moments, it only makes it better.
What? Wow, you don’t have to be so judgmental. You have no idea who I am or what happens here. I mean, let’s not forget, a few seconds ago, you said you were a little intimidated by…all of this.
Here, let’s see if I can’t put some things in perspective, help you to understand what you are about to watch or witness or whatever you want to call it.