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Mindless domination.

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Your pussy throbs painfully, from the abuse with the vibrator.

You passed out from the cycles of pleasure and pain. One moment, you were feeling the buzzing of the vibrator attack your lady bits, the other, you felt nothingness, a sheen of black overcome your body, as you collapsed from exhaustion.

You are still in the dark room, however. You feel the cold breeze of the dark room over your exposed breasts; the cold concrete tile on your back. That's when you realise – you're naked again.

No more pesky skirts I suppose you think. Your wrists are sore from the cuffs, and small lacerations pepper the delicate skin around your wrists. You are free from the cuffs; but the cuffs has been replaced by a collar around your neck, chained to the wall.

Something warm and sticky flows out of your pussy. You dip your fingers, now free from the cuffs, into the warm and sticky mess, and you sniff it.

It is tangy; an iron stench pervades your nostrils. Read more »

Inspection (fMMMM)(BDSM)(exh)(oral)(buk)

As she stood blindfolded with her hands tightly bound behind her back, she was only vaguely aware of what was going on around her. Debra felt a short cool breeze across her nude skin causing her nipples to harden and she could feel the grooves in what she assumed was a wooden floor beneath her uncovered feet. The room she was in she thought must have been cavernous as the voices she heard seemed to echo all around her. Her thoughts raced as she stood there nervously. She had agreed to this, to all of this. In fact she had secretly fantasized about exactly what was happening. But now that it was happening, momentary waves of fear washed over her. She had no idea what the days and weeks ahead of her would bring and having signed away any control over herself or her body made her second guess her decision and she could feel her body begin to shake. Her thoughts began to race faster and become incoherent in her mind. Her mind. MY mind. She began to steel herself with that thought. MY mind. She may have willingly signed over her body, but Debra’s mind was her own. That is what she told herself and that is what she quietly repeated over and over until the shaking dissipated. Read more »

What women like me want – blog post.

Some desires are thoughts that are fleeting, often idle musings of no consequence, gone completely almost in the moment of their conception. Others though are true desires and some are distressing, obsessively hidden from others but impossible to hide from one’s self. Particularly when those desires are sexually motivated and unconventional in their nature. They have a way of being obsessively pursued, driven by the compulsion to have them satiated.

Unconventional Desires is the diary of Victoria, whom has two sides to her character. Her public persona is that of an ordinary girl, a biology graduate with an ordinary job. The other side to her persona is a character which is deeply buried in a desire that she considers dark and obfuscates it from her friends, family and most of all from herself. She fears this darkness that lives deep inside her mind, she does not understand it and cannot accept its nature. So she represses it out of fear, fear of losing herself to it and the fear of being rejected by those she knows and loves if they ever saw it. Read more »

A journey in the night [x-post /r/DirtyWritingPrompts ] [MF] [cheating] [train]

[WP] We're traveling on a train through the European countryside. It's 1946. We're seated near each other in the dining car. I am alone. You are with your wife….

I was assigned to a position with one of the reconstruction banks in the British occupied Zone of West Germany. I would be there for at least 2 years, but it was a good opportunity for future advancement. The Government paid to pack up my own and my wife’s belongings to be moved as well as a 1st class train ticket. I had been looking forward to the trip because it would be a luxurious treat. Things had been strained between my wife and I for some time. I had been travelling non-stop since the start of the war and had barely seen my wife for five years. We had grown apart and even simple acts of intimacy were now impossible. I still had a great deal of affection for her and I hoped that the move would bring us closer. Read more »

Just between you and me. And him.

Based on a true story, most of this is completely real and happened exactly as described. Some of the facts and the names have been changed.

I met them at a McDonalds, while I was doing my make up and waiting to go to a job interview. I noticed Ty first. He had a face like a gangster and a sexy, rock hard body. We had an instant connection. They were there with a bunch of their friends, who all left after a while. I ended up chilling for a few hours with him and his friend Dre. I could tell these two were really close friends.

After a while of all of us enjoying some great conversation and general goofing off, I noticed how cute Dre was. His face was more classic, and he had thick curly hair and a wickedly charming smile. It was then that I realized I was unintentionally flirting with both of them, but they weren't acting jealous of one another. They were both totally chill about me showing them both attention, something I'd never experienced before. And they were both so gorgeous, with their silky dark skin and their full lips, black eyes and sculpted cheek bones, exactly what I love to see in a black guy. I don't know why I'm so attracted to black guys. But then again, I've always loved contrast. Read more »

The last time.

Its lunchtime again at Fullerton enterprises. Monday thru Friday it's the same routine. I take the stairs to the 13th floor keying into the private elevator tan 11:55. By 12:15 I'm at Adams penthouse apartment with my panties around my ankles if there even on at all. An orgasm or two if I'm really lucky and then it's back to work. 1:10 I'm in the elevator. Using the mirrored walls I'm triple checking my appearance. At 1:20 I'm striding into the conference room setting up for our daily meetings. Like clock work the CEO Adam Fullerton Senior and his son AJ arrive at 1:30. Monday thru Friday it's the same routine. 12:10 Thursday "This has got to stop AJ!" I plead as he pulls me into the kitchen. "I know baby." His reply breathed across my lips. He's kissing me breathless as he unhooks my bra tossing it careless across the room. "I mean it." I sigh as he's nibbling at the sweet spot where my shoulder and neck meet. The spot that makes my knee weak. Sliding his finger past my panties into my dripping core he mumbles his agreement. I'm so wet you would think I don't mean it but I do. One finger becomes two and my thighs quake. AJ's thumb is doing delicious things to my clit and I'm beginning to come apart. I'm walked the counter and fingers are still playing me. Pushing me. Making me come. Before I can finish coming back to reality I lose another pair of panties to AJ and his impatience. "I'll buy you a new pair." He whispers in my ear hot and husky thick with lust. "Uh huh" I moan back. My skirt is still on, easy access he calls it. Turning me around he bends my over the counter flipping up my easy access and smoothing his hands over the globes of my ass. He spanks my ass once of good measure. Teasing me running his thick cock against my dripping pussy lips causing me to whimper and push back against him. "Stop playing Adam." He knows I want his big cock buried deep inside just as much as he wants to put deep inside me. A few more second and he's blissfully home slamming into my womb. Thrusting so hard I swear I'll have bruises from the counter hitting my hips. However right now I really could care less, all I want is that next orgasm. Today is a two kinda day and I love it. Wet noises and the smell of sex fill the air. Monday thru Friday it's the same routine. "This is the last time" I moan. I'm on the cusp of orgasm, it's only few more pumps to go. Even still it seems to far away so I'm reaching back rubbing my clit furiously. Flying. I'm flying into oblivion. In the distance he's laughing and coming balls deep in my cunt. Bastard. "This is the last time" I whimper but he doesn't believe me. I guess I wouldn't believe me either with weak legs that threatened to give out at any moment. I know he's watching cum seep out of my pussy it is practically his favorite part. I hate it when he comes in me, it takes extra time to clean up. Bastard. Friday 12:45 Text Msg Adam: "Where R U?" -12:45 Adam: "Damn baby I need U" -12:52 Me: "Monday thru Friday it's the same routine. I told you it was the last time. I meant it. Don't forget, daily meeting in 30." -1:00

An Old Friend Visits [MF] [First Person]

Ashley's letters had grown increasingly morose in the last two months. She had once expressed nothing but affection and admiration for Richard. A year ago, he had swept her from her feet and brought her a level of joy and contentment she had never felt before, but something had gone wrong. Her writings were now full of loneliness. Ashley spent nearly her whole day in the company of others but she felt entirely isolated. I did my best to comfort her in my own letters. I told her of my adventures, I tried to distract her with stories of local politics.

Her last letter had arrived just yesterday. In it she said she would be in the district sometime in the coming month and she intended to stop in and see me. The thought of seeing Ashley left me awash in a mix of joy and apprehension. Ashley's presence always brought a smile to my face and she could brighten my darkest day but she also brought with her a fear that rested deep in my stomach. For years she and I had been close friends, and I had gained her trust to a level that few others had. My attraction to Ashley threatened to undo the relationship I had built with her. Her position itself would never allow the two of us to be any more than close friends. All else aside, whatever tiny fragment of hope remained within me been had crushed by her marriage to Richard. She would see any indication of my feelings for her as a deep betrayal. Read more »

A fantasy I texted my boyfriend (FMF)

My boyfriend asked me to text him a fantasy of mine, he later asked me to share it here:

I was going to this party with one of my girlfriends, I had known her for some years and we had a very open and honest relationship – we could talk about everything. My boyfriend and I had fantasized about me being intimate with a girl for quite some time and had joked about my girlfriend being a possible person for the job. Back to the party my girlfriend, let's call her Amy, and I had settled in and gotten the first glasses of wine. The music was playing and we hit the dance floor, shaking and grinding, having fun.

Between us doing some dancing we drink some more and the alcohol starts taking effect on my body and head. We start dancing closer and touching each other on the hips and ass, pulling us closer and closer. Suddenly I find myself putting my lips in hers, kissing her soft and quickly. I pull my head back slowly while looking into her eyes. She smiles at me and all of a sudden she pulls me back in for yet another kiss. Read more »

Chapter one: The Plane

We were both on a plane. We did not know each other. We were strangers on a plane. It was a long flight. Almost as if we were destined, you were seated next to me. I by the window seat to your right and you in the middle seat to my left. Little was said between us beyond the polite nod of acknowledgment. We did however cross eyes. And when we did, you were struck, it was almost as if the heat of the Egyptian desert had hit you all at once, starting from your face it left you blushing red and hot. It traveled down your neck and you could imagine my breath heavy on you, chanting your name in whispers. The heat flowed by your perfectly shaped breasts caressing them and turning them hard. It travels warmly down your stomach tickling as it goes by and stops between your legs. The heat now between your legs penetrates your tight little pussy and you feel my gaze upon them along with a warm sensation never felt before. You are embarasssd, flustered, and wet. The simple act of looking in my eyes made you gush between your legs. You tried to look away. You didn't understand. You didn't understand why you caught yourself looking my direction in hopes to catch my eyes. You didn't understand why you found yourself wanting more. More, more more. I knew this. I knew this and the thought of you wet in your seat made me hard. Made my cock beat in my pants. We locked eyes again. But this time, we did not look away. You felt the heat. The heat which was amplified by the intensity of my gaze. Your breath was taken away, your heart stopped, and you looked into my eyes as I stared into your existence. I knew you. You did not know it then but you accepted yourself as mine right there and then. By the time you remember to breath, your next breath gushed out along with a soft whimper and your juices. Like a stream of pleasure they flowed. Your panties are ruined. They are ruined but you don't care. You don't have the time to think of them as you're sitting next to me soaked in your juices. The man seated next to you on your left, asleep, grunts almost as if he was jealous. You did not care. You were lost in my eyes. Little was said between us. With our eyes still locked I slowly raised my hands towards your right hand and held it. this startled you at first but you quickly gave in my touch. The sensation of my hand on yours alone sent an orgasmic wave of pleasure down between your legs. I took your hand and guided it. I took it and placed it carefully on the bulge on my pants. You felt me. You felt each beat of my hard cock in your hands. Almost as if a sign of relief you sighed. and along with your sigh you begin to finally realize just how wet you were. This realization bewildered you sending yet another orgasmic wave of pleasure down your body. You felt a tingling numbness take over your body and your vision blurred. You felt me. All other senses were turned off in your body and all you could think of was my hard cock beating in your hand. You began rubbing me from the outside of my pants and I could see from your eyes that I had you. You were mine. I took you left hand and placed it carefully between your skirt. Your fingers rested perfectly over your tight little pussy. For the first time you felt how wet you actually were. You were drenched in your own juices, soaked beyond anything imaginable. This was only from my gaze and the touch of my throbbing cock over my pants. You looked into my eyes yet again. My eyes was your guide and they guided you well. Your fingers knew exactly what to do. Pushing your soak panties to the side your middle finger went in. You let out a moan forgetting of the people seated around us. Slow at first your fingers moved inside you. I lifted your right hand off my pants. You were confused. But the reassuring look into my eyes guided you. Your fingers did not stop. Slow and now heavy with two fingers. You bit down on your lips trying not to make a sound. I unzipped my pants and put your right hand in. You felt me. You felt me and you let out a moan even though you were biting down on your lips. You couldn't control it. Your body shakes as the orgasmic touch of my hard smooth cock drove you insane. You felt my heartbeat and my heartbeat takes control of you. You begin rubbing and stroking my beating cock in your hand. And as each beat passes through your right hand, it travels through your body beating heavily between your legs. It travels firmly down through your left hand controlling it and making it my own. Your fingers now mine move deeper and deeper into your tight wet pussy. Three fingers now they move strong and heavy. Heavy and firm. Moving as god himself would orchestrate. As each beat of my cock passes through youe body you become less and less in control. I hold my hand over your mouth now as sounds of pleasure seeps through the cracks between my fingers. You don't care. You've masturbated many times before but never like this. Never have you felt so wet doing so little. Never have you felt so out of control. Faster. Faster and stronger it goes. The fingers in your tight pink pussy crave you. Faster. Faster. Fast. My hand still over your mouth. I bend my middle finger and put it in your mouth. With my hands still on your face you begin to suck on my finger. The fingers between your legs did not stop. Faster and heavier they went. Deep. Deep inside you and strong. My warm cock still in your hand beats, beating and throbbing as your stroke it. The fingers in your tight pussy kept going strong. Faster and heavier than anything you've ever felt before. Strong and heavy. Fast. You bite down on my finger in climax. An orgasim so strong it leaves your face numb. You can't breathe. Your senses turn off. Your world goes dark. You lose consciousness. Read more »