I slowly and confidently stroll up to your naked body as stands before me. You're staring at me with a somber, blank inquisitiveness. I grab your throat holding your eyes on mine, I stare back sternly, looking into your soul, searching your thoughts. I pinch your nipple with my other hand and as you gasp, I release you and slap you across the face. Then swiftly spin you around. A handful of hair pushing your body half bent against the wall. I plunge deeply in your wet cunt, giving you a taste of what you want, then I take it away again. Now I lay you on your back, knees lifted and spread open, eyes covered. I have a heavy flogger in one hand and crop in the other. I drag the flogger across your shoulders and chest, down your stomach and bring it up to swing softly across your inner thighs, teasing you as it brushes across you clit. Now I bring the crop up and trace randomly around your torso, every time you moan in pleasure I pop an unexpecting nipple or tender inner thigh. When I think you've had enough of this I wrap one fist firmly in your hair and grab your tit in the other hand. I shove my cock deep down your throat testing just how much you can take and how long I can hold you there. Now I reach down and with a well lubed hand slip in in 2 fingers, now 3 and 4, thumb....'POP!' as my last knuckles penetrate you, I hold it there ,wiggling my fingers inside you. I pull out and look you over, deciding you haven't earned my throbbing cock yet. I slip a finger in your ass tonguing your clit lightly and giving you a hard bite on the inner thigh with every loud moan. my licking increases slowly in pressure and pace. I suck your clit in as deeply as it will stretch, flicking it with my tongue. Then I give your asshole a little swirl and plunge with my tongue and decide you're ready. I climb up slowly between your legs and give you a few hard thrusts, just before you come, I grab your wrists and roll both of us back. Grabbing a handful of hair in one hand and hold your lower back tightly, my other arm wrapped around you. I bite deeply into the sweet spot on your neck as we both come. You lay there on top of me, barely conscious, only able to focus on my huge vein running up the side of my cock and throbbing deep in your soaking wet pussy. The Good Slut (Part 2) [MMmf] [Cheating]
This is The Good Slut (Part 2). Check my username for Part 1. I appreciated the popularity of Part 1 so I made an effort to finish Part 2 today. Some errors may still be there but I think overall if you liked Part 1 you will certainly enjoy Part 2
Edit – the title should actually be [MMMmf]
Your memories of losing your virginity were always a pleasure to recall. It wasn't the men specifically that was nice to recall, but instead you prided yourself on your boldness. The stereotype of a woman is that she's fragile, submissive, and weak- constantly fearing for her life around men. Even feminist women could hold this stance. Men should check themselves, take extra special attention to how he expresses himself around a woman because, it is implied, that she can't handle it herself. It's true that men are, on average, physically stronger than women but since when did everything come down to that? Is it not true also, on average, that women are far more socially adept than men? You knew this to be true for yourself.
[MF, mdom, fsub]The Phone – A small little story.
You have this phone, you are always carrying it with you, although you never use it. You only watch it for the slightest indication of activity, hoping for it to ring and show you something you were hoping for. You are doing the dishes as you suddenly feel the vibration in your pocket, freezing in everything you do. The phone is a leaden weight in your pocket and excitement rushes through your paralyzed body. Just slowly you regain your senses and reach into your pocket taking it out. He got you that phone and he is the one that send you that message.
‘You will be in your prettiest panties and blindfolded by the time I arrive. Master.’
You blush as you read that, rubbing your thighs against each other and hastily finish doing the dishes. You step into the shower leaving a trail of clothes across your apartment. The hot water runs over your body, gently following the contours of your body. You take to the razor, preparing yourself for your master in order to be on your best appearance. You know that he doesn’t mind any of this, but still you want to put yourself on display tonight. As you are finished you let your hands run over your body, feeling the silk like texture of your skin. As you cup your breasts playfully you blush a little, fantasizing about what he is going to do to you. One of your hands reaches down to your crotch, gently teasing the outline of your pussy, but not allowing it to touch you in any more direct way. You know that Master will take care of it for you.
Her story
Sorry I didn't realize you couldn't read it the other way. This is one of the first stories I've written. And the first I've had the balls to post. I hope y'all really like it. Any feedback would be great! Thanks!
The Good Slut (Part 1) [fMM]
This is the first installment of a two or more part series entitled "The Good Slut." Part 1 is largely a setup for Part 2 but the length warranted a split. The premise is about what happens when a woman craves sex just like a man but is socially adept enough to know not to let it define her reputation? Find out in the first installment of "The Good Slut." If you haven't read my other stories check out my submissions on my username
Nothing made you cringe more than when you heard another woman say it – “How come when a guy does it it's acceptable but when a girl does it she's considered a slut?” The way the entire argument was framed was what you hated most about it. It was a proud display of ignorance at the very moment the woman speaking it was certain she was making a point. Whenever you heard these words spoken you automatically scanned for the nearest exit. And it happened more often than you ever would have imagined like a karmic curse for having thoroughly embraced the title but only in complete secrecy.
First story I ever wrote for an old FWB. [FM]
It's a later time in life, and we are living on our own. I have a small get together, close friends only, and you are of course invited. We talk and joke and play games, and it gets really late when everyone else leaves. As you are leaving you discover your car has a flat and you have no spare. You try to call some people to pick you up,but it is too late. You ask if you can stay the night and I kindly let you stay. I show you to the guest bedroom and I leave to shower. You sit on the bed then hear the water running. When you hear the water turn off you venture to find me. You walk into the master where I am and discover me wrapped in just a towel. You start to turn around but I tell you to stop and that its fine. You walk in and ask if I had any extra baggy clothes that you could wear as pajamas. I tell you to come with me as we go to my closet. You look through some of my baggier things as I put my hand on your back. You continue looking but are a little bit shaken. You find a couple things and turn around abruptly and end up very close to me. My hair is still wet and dripping and a strand has fallen out of line, you push it behind my ear and I suddenly grab your shirt and pull you even closer to me. We look into each others eyes for a quick moment then suddenly our lips meet. I start feeling up and down your back as you hold me by my hair with your other arm around the small of my back. I stop the kiss and start unbottoning your shirt. When I get to the last button I rip the shirt off you then pull your undershirt off. I start kissing you all over until you stop me and pick me up and take me to the queen bed in the middle of the floor. You throw me down and my towel comes undone. You take the towel off of me completely and throw it on the ground you pin my arms above my head and start gently kissing my neck and chin. You meet my lips again and get rougher and harder. You move down my torso, already wet from my hair, and continue your roughness. When you reach my chest you let go of my arms to squeeze and pinch my breasts. I start to moan quietly and you smile. You kiss my stomach and continue moving down with your lips, but keeping your hands where they were, until you get to my pussy. I'm wet and ready, but instead you tease me with your fingers a little bit. Touching and rubbing, but never letting me get too far. You stick one finger up me and use the other hand to continue your fast paced rubbing. I look you in the eye and ask you to please eat me. You smile as your mouth meets my pussy, you start licking rubbing all the while fucking me with your finger. Just as I am about to have an orgasm you pull away and smile at me. I sit up enfuriated at your stopping when you kiss me on the lips again. I pull away and unbutton your jeans and pull your pants down and see your dick erected and ready for me. I ask if you would please fuck me and you smirk and push me back down on the bed and slowly insert your dick into me. I moan in pleasure, you start slowly moving back and forth. As you increase in speed and force my volume increases. Eventually I am screaming and you are just about there. You ask if you can cum in me and I scream in agreement, you let go and the second I feel it I scream at my first orgasm of the night. You pull out of me exhausted, and sweaty. I look up at you panting and still soaking from the shower. You walk away pick up the clothes you were just wearing and the ones I had loaned to you, and walked back to your room to dress and go to bed.
Lechomancer Chapter 7: The Door [mf][public][oral][sex][anal]
Lisa had just returned home from work on a cold November night, and was slipping out of her boots, when she heard the deadbolt on her front door click. She turned, and saw Erostopholes, in his human form, appraising her with his cocky half smile. “Tonight, we don’t have time for your Succubi,” he said softly, referring to the two submissive lovers whom Lisa played with most nights. “Tonight, I need something from you.”
“Anything, Master,” she promised, jumping to her feet.
His smile widened a little, and he pressed the palm of his hand against her cheek. “I need to open a door, and for that, I’ll need a release of energy from you.”
Lisa kissed his hand and nodded like she understood.
“Good,” the demon said, and wrapped one hand around her waist, leading her through her townhouse, into the kitchen, and the big glass French doors. Darkness had already fallen, and the courtyard behind the bank of townhouses was dimly light by a couple of feeble street lamps.
Free Kindle erotica 02/14 – 02/19
Happy Valentines Day (tomorrow)!
My first erotic short story will be free on Kindle for five days starting on Valentines Day. It features a strong, confident woman who seduces a handsome young man in a busy shopping mall. She gets off on discreet public sex with strangers, so all the action happens in the mall, plus a few extras in other public places.
So far it's had only one review, but that was for four stars, so I'm feeling good about writing more. I'm hoping that making this first one free for five days will get me more feedback, and help improve my writing.
Okay, the freebie starts Valentines Day and runs five days (or free to borrow on Kindle Unlimited at any time):
Going Down (Jane's Erotic Adventures, Book 1)
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B00SPBE1UG
P.S. I asked the mods before posting, so please don't down vote this as spam.
Thanks!
Frankie (oc, true story) [mf]
It was the second year of university and I stayed in halls. Most of last years' freshers had decided to move out after their first year. They wanted the freedom to party all night and smoke in their rooms without fear of a passing tutor ratting them out to the Warden. The Warden’s name was Eméline. She was French and was universally known to be tough on hot boxers and smokers in general; someone in her family had died from lung cancer. I chose to stay a second year because I didn't smoke and I got free Internet.
As a second year resident, I was allowed to help run the hall bar. It opened at 6pm most nights. My duties included selling beer, counting the takings, cleaning the glasses and choosing the music. What I actually did was to drink the alcohol I was supposed to be selling and generate noise complaints from the library. Most nights we'd close at 11pm, by which time I'd have often finished ten pints. This was easy because the beer was watered, I was nineteen and I didn't do a lot of work.
4th Period Lit [Str8] [M/f] [reluc]
This is a work of fiction, lets keep it that way.
"How do you always manage to pick me up so late?"
Melendy was not pleased. Though she had been riding to school with Cassie since the dawn of Cassie's 16th birthday 8 months earlier, she still had not grown used to the inevitability of Cassie arriving at her door 15 minutes after she said she was going to.
Although not normally a problem, Melendy had racked up her share of demerits that semester at their tightly wound, all girls Catholic high school. The morning bell rang promptly at 7:50, and–with a 15 minute drive ahead of them in the horrible Seattle traffic–they were due to arrive a full 20 minutes later.
"Get over it" mumbled Cassie, still dreary from yet another near sleepless night and already slightly stoned. She drew on her small glass pipe and let out a thick, lascivious cloud of marijuana smoke.