Corruption of a female monk part 1 of 2 – “The impossible fuck” (MF)

Buddha had taught that there were seven types of wives and four were destined for heaven. Of these 'good wives' the 'slave wives' stood out to me. The slave-wife is patient, unangered, and submits to her husband even when he is mad. She obediently receives physical punishment whenever her husband so desires to deliver it, and is unquestionably submissive to him.

Having read this I found myself often fantasising about a Buddhist slave wife following my commands, tending to my needs and earning her path to the afterlife through subjection to my every sexual whim and desire. It was a turn on to think that she would have swallowed my cum and offered up all of her holes as a kind of religious observance. Her holy communion.

Buddhism is a little more enlightened towards women than most ancient religions and becoming a monk is a fairly egalitarian thing. There are male and female monks and each are subject to strict moral, ethical and spiritual observances. There are a lot more rules for female monks, though, so the fantasy that I kept coming back to – sexually corrupting a female monk – was about the least likely fantasy out there; to take a woman who has had her sexuality almost trained out of her and, firstly, get close enough to build some kind of chemistry and then, secondly, transform that potential energy into a sexual encounter with a virgin who had devoted her life to ignoring the pleasure of the flesh. It was as close to impossible as I could get.

(M/F) The corruption of a Bhikkhuni (a female monk)

Note: My first post and a long read. Hope you enjoy.

I'd spent several months touring Southeast Asia and had become fascinated by female monks. Buddha had taught that there were seven types of wives and four were destined for heaven. Of these 'good wives' the 'slave wives' stood out to me. Here's the wiki definition: The slave-wife (or “maid-wife”) is patient, unangered, and submits to her husband even when he is mad. She obediently receives physical punishment whenever her husband so desires to deliver it, and is unquestionably submissive to him.

Having read this I found myself often fantasising about a Buddhist slave wife following my commands, tending to my needs and earning her path to the afterlife through subjection to my every sexual whim and desire. It was a turn on to think that she would have swallowed my cum and offered up all of her holes as a kind of religious observance. Her holy communion.

Unwilling – An aspiring writers take on rape in a fantasy setting.

Crager grabbed Melody by the hips and pulled her close to him. She tried to push a way but, he grabbed her. “Your body is mine!” he yelled as he pulled at her bodice ripping the fabric. Her breasts spilled fourth showing her small pink nipples and large milky bosom. He groped her exposed chest and his cock grew harder. Crager then pulled the hairnet hold Melody’s long auburn hair and it cascaded down her back.

Crager lusted after long hair. The more she struggled the more aroused he became. He forced his tongue into her mouth. She tried to bite down and he choked her with his gauntlet-ed hand. She relented and let his slimy tongue wriggle in her mouth. He lifted her by her throat and forced Melody upon his massive canopy bed. His servants sprang into action tying her legs and arms to the bedposts. “Be gone!” bellowed Crager and he undid his tunic and then his pants. His servant scurried form the chamber as he ripped the bound woman’s under clothing off. “Oh Melody we will be making sweet music, your screams of agony or pleasure will only add to the choir” Crager said as he thrust his now throbbing member into her unwilling slit.

27 [M] Vent and thoughts

I've experienced, and done things that most people twice my age in my area havn't, or even thought of. New and exciting adventures in the bedroom (or out) and discovering the bodys and sexual tastes and differences of new partners has long been my drug of favor. With my exterior, public self not reflecting my sexual prowess and getting the feeling of seeing the light at the end of the tunnel… It leaves me wondering… should I have held back on the new and strange to expeirence more later? Should I leave the place of my roots and vanilla tastes for a more sexually liberal location? Should I chase this part of my personality that seems to overwhelm the rest of me?

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Getting a Piece of Heaven [MFF]

Below is a story I wrote for my partner, including the little personal preamble at the beginning. But I think you'll enjoy it all the same.


There is no difference between fantasy and fiction. Just a few letters, really. For this reason, I'd like to indulge you with an erotic fiction, and you can read into what you'd like. This is better than me merely telling what I like about those breasts or what I'd like you to do to that 'fantastic' pussy. I want to frame it like this because I think you deserve to be caressed in body and in mind. So treat this conceit like a gentle set of fingers slowly working down your mind’s erogenous nerve. The same nerve that warms you in that perfect piece of heaven between your thighs.

Silver Fox [Mf] [Work] [based on a true story]

You've walked past me without a thought for a year, but I always noticed you. Your tall, lithe frame. No one would ever realize your age if it weren't for your salt and pepper hair. "Silver Fox" is what most of the girls call you…never a more accurate description.

It wasn't until last year when we started working more directly together that you noticed me. It started as just a half smile here and there at work. Maybe a glance from your intense, dark eyes…you don't know it, but every time our eyes meet, I feel my panties getting damp.

Then, you started coming to my office to talk about the fundraiser. I asked you for impossible things, and you came to my office to surprise me and tell me you could do them after all…I don't know if I was excited for the news or that you had spent 2 days figuring out a way to please me. I wanted to throw my arms around you, but there were too many people around. I hope you saw in my eyes how much you did for me…

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Glorious Maggie [FM] [str8] [oral]

I'm getting worse, but I don't care, Maggie thought to herself as she brushed past the bar and made her way across the crowded dance floor. She had a….. Fetish. An obsession. An addiction. All I want is more cum. I don't even want a drink from the bar anymore. This is bad, but I love it.

Yes, Maggie adored cum. She had her first taste at the very club she was walking through, and loved it ever since. Maggie could feel the eyes of men feeling her up as she walked. Their glares groped her voluptuous breasts, and they surreptitiously felt her round ass with a look. Maggie didn't care, she liked the attention. She was making a beeline for the rest room, and all the regulars knew why. This was no regular club. No, this club had a glory hole in one of the stalls.

Maggie, with her tight, green form-fit dress and long red hair, looked back over her shoulder before walking through the grimy men's room door. The restroom was a familiar place to Maggie with its flickering light and off-white tiles. She loved that the music from the club was dulled and only the bass could be made out. Then Maggie's ritual began.

My Best Friend [MF]

Lydia was one of those high school girlfriends when things never get much more serious than holding each other’s hands on a park bench. After we ‘broke up’ and we stayed friends, we grew up through high school together. Not that she wasn't already, but Lydia became absolutely gorgeous. Everybody in school knew it, too. Quite often I would feel a little smug when other guys would lose their minds with jealousy over how I had managed to “get her young” and that I got to be friends with such a hot girl. It felt a little bit weird to think about her like that. She was certainly attractive, but she was my friend. One of my best friends. Truth be told, I was a little protective over her. Not that she needed protecting, least of all from me. After high school, everybody went off to do their own thing at university. The most contact I would have with my old friends would be through the posts they shared on Facebook. Lydia posted fairly regularly, sharing photos of her with her new boyfriend. Then later, after things hadn't worked out, changing her status back to single. And then back again with some new guy.

Daily Worship [BDSM] [MF] [pegging] [msub]

A quick teaser, if this is not ok, please let me know.

Daily Worship

I woke up eye level with the smooth curve of her thigh, and glanced at the alarm clock on our desk – six am, time to start my devotions. My morning wood swelled further at the thought. I crawled out of bed, careful not to disturb her, and continued my crawl to the wall mirror; in the morning, I must not be above all fours, unless cooking breakfast.

The wall held her cock, proudly jutting its length from the suction cup that attached it, solid and veiny. I remembered how squirmy and awkward I’d felt when she first introduced it in the bedroom, like she’d been reading my innermost secret thoughts, the ones I was most embarrassed about, and liked them. My Mistress, the first, who discovered how much I loved to be helpless underneath her, whimpering until I begged for release. How much I needed to be pegged.

My morning varied from day to day, but it always began the same way – showing my respect for her cock. This was the most difficult part, and consequently the most arousing – humiliating myself without any active prompting, in hope of getting something I was embarrassed about wanting. Either way, today, like every day, I found myself doing as I was told.

Desk Trouble [MF][oral]

I'd visit you one day and wear the cutest dress you'd find me in. A blue and white striped nautical type sundress and the cutest flats. Innocently flaunting my curves and accenting the size of my tits.

Without a word I sit on your lap as you recline onto your chair in shock and excitement. I give you the best head massage by focusing on the part behind your ears and make my way down to your neck. And I start to give you light kisses.

You pull me in closer and I don't push away. My tongue wrestled against yours as you try to carry me onto your desk and try to unbuckle your belt as you find me bare and ready for you to destroy. Unfortunately, you get an unsuspecting visit by a colleague.

You carried me off the desk and pushed me under the desk just in time for you to compose yourself as your guests enters. You greet him formally and asked him to sit. I quietly stay down as you spoke to him.