Strategically she took her troupe around the stage and back amongst the crowd she had just entranced. She lead the way, enjoying the warmth of their attention as her pets focused on being all they could in their reflection of her. It was a meandering path she took back to the stables, stopping for anyone that wanted a closer look at her equine playthings. Both Prancer and Dancer had slipped well into their new identities. At first they had been timid in their movements, restrained in unfamiliarity, but now having had some time in their new gear, and with an overwhelming positive response from everyone around them, they found their inner ponies. Moving with a ponies grace and inquisitiveness, they interacted with their admirers with tenderness and an equal amount of respect. Mistress could not have been happier with them, she had let them find their own way inside the mask and within their own heads, she had just given them the little push they needed. She now found she was enjoying watching them and their interactions, and knew they were ready for the next challenge.
A Pair of Ponies – part 2 [Fdom] [Msub+] [petplay]
Mistress took her leave, turning to find her way through the masses and back to her stables. “SLOWER, I want to see that arse working.” Madam called out to her over the sounds of the fair. A cheeky smile of thanks and embarrassment exploding across her face, as she slowed a little and let her hips show her wears through the latex catsuit.
She did not go straight back to the stables, instead doing a lap of the fair looking for a treat for Bitch. As she approached the stables, the crowd had broken down to a few onlookers. Bitch was sitting by the entrance, leaning on the stall divider. Taking note of her two ponies, both were now adorned with pure white bandages neatly wound around their forearms and lower legs.
“Good Bitch,” He sat up straight at her praise. “I have a treat for you.” She walked passed him and motioned him to follow. She lead her pup around the side of the stables to where she had set up his water bowl. Releasing the straps holding his leather muzzle she gently pulled it from his chin, the fixed rubber gag escaping his mouth. He flexed his jaw, enjoying his moment of freedom and regaining some of the lost feelings.
A Pair of Ponies – part 1 [Fdom] [Msub+] [petplay]
Three text messages went out instantaneously, each to their own eager recipient. Short and straight to the point they all informed almost the same things, the three recipients were all required by their Mistress to attend an as yet unknown event. Each of the three male submissives were ordered to be available for a specific day to serve their shared Mistress, none of them knowing that the other two had also received her summons. They all knew of each other and at times had even met and had sessions together under their Mistress, but they all had their own special one on one relationships with her.
She loved each of them in turn as only a Domme could. They all had somewhat similar wants and needs that attracted her desires, but by having the three of them, she could specialise play for each of them depending on her needs. She could also then give each of them enough and push their limits, yet still have another one ready for some play, keeping them all in a constant state of wanting to please her. Her planning had been long and thorough, the messages were nothing more than another link in the chain. She was out to not only give all three of them the day of their lives, but to show her peers the love she had gained from her trio of pets.
My Sister Masturbated Me For Years But I Was Too Naive To Enjoy It [inc][nc]
When I was older I realised what she had been doing to me and I cursed myself for not making the most of it…
I was in 9th grade and my sister was a year older than me. Our rooms were adjacent and shared a common bathroom so we could easily walk across to each other's rooms to hang out. Every night, we used to sit on my bed and talk or play until I was tired and fell asleep. I was a late bloomer and was still sexually unaware. I used to get innocent erections that frequently rose and subsided. Sometimes I lay down to sleep with a full erection pushing up my pyjamas. I thought nothing of it whenever my sister looked at my pointed pyjamas and smiled.
Making Up For Lost Time Parts 2-3 [fm]
Hey everyone. This is the next part to a story I wrote a few days ago.
I know they start kind of slow and that there isn't much sex, but I'm trying to develop the character of Kim.
These are my first stories so please (please!) leave some feedback in the comments!
-Rick
The next day, Kim did as Alex suggested, and asked out a boy during physics lab. His name was Greg. Scraggly hair, busted glasses. Handsome but shy, and very nerdy. Kim had liked him right away.
"Hey Greg, listen… I was wondering if you have any plans tonight?" she asked as they were putting away books.
"Umm… why?" he answered.
"Well, I was wondering if you'd like to go do something? You know… a study date?" said Kim, putting emphasis on the word date.
"Sure. Want to work on the problem set?" Obviously, the emphasis was lost on Greg. So Kim improvised.
"Great! How about my place?"
Greg answered: "umm. I work better at the library. I'm there from 6:00 to 8:20. Anyway, I have to go. If you want help find me on the 4th floor stacks." Greg put on his backpack and left the lab.
Juliet Takes Charge [M/F, F/F, implied M/F/F threesome – WIP]
Juliet Takes Charge
A Complicated Erotic Romance
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Dear Allison,
Well, after our chat with Jordan the other day, I don’t think I can even pretend to be your teacher at this point. When the girl who could barely say the word fuck when I first made love to her is suddenly proposing a threeway, I think need to admit that you’ve learned what I have to teach. Congratulations. Pick up your diploma at the office.
Here’s where I admit my own weakness and admit I’m not ready to wave goodbye to you yet, however — and I hope that you aren’t ready to leave me in the dust quite yet either. Given what you’re asking, however, I feel as if I need to share my own experiences with attempting to expand beyond a couple, none of which ended quite the way any of us intended. I want to offer these, not as a teacher, as I said, but as your friend and your lover.
My guide to writing erotica
Edit: more will be added when I have time.
Alright, let me start off by pointing out that I'm no professional writer. Save a few columns, I haven't had anything published worth mentioning. Take all of this with a grain of salt. If someone with more experience, knowledge and/or wisdom wishes to correct me, feel free.
Without any further ado, let's do this.
Why.
First question, when writing anything, you should ask yourself, is why you are writing. If you're writing for yourself to masturbate to, then by all means just ahead and do your thing. Will others be reading it, or are you practising for that occasion? Because then you have some things to consider.
You see, despite its visual delivery, writing is a medium that can tickle all the senses. This is the first mistake I see a lot of people make, and there's a whole tvtropes page on this phenomenon known as "IKEA porn". Many people, especially those who just started off writing, seem to think writing should be a transcript more than anything. We don't want to read that kind of thing! If I wanted to experience "my penis entered a vagina" I would much rather go out and do it than read about it. Similarly, I can imagine that sentence doing very little for your female readers. They don't have a penis and, despite your female readers possibly having an extremely vivid imagination, the word penis and its many synonyms is not going to get the proverbial job done.
An apartment story
Not necessarily erotica; more like an HBO tv show:
You know when real authors imply a sex scene but then don’t actually describe it? Well… technically fanfiction, I suppose. [BDSM-Male dom, prostitution, non-consensual, violent]
He examined the entire album twice and made his choice. He pressed a button on the table beside him. A minute later the woman who had greeted him reappeared. He indicated his selection. She smiled. "Follow me."
After handling the financial arrangements, the woman made a hushed phone call. She waited a few minutes and then led him up a winding marble staircase to a luxurious hallway. "It's the gold door on the end," she said. "You have expensive taste." I should, he thought. I am a connoisseur.
The Hassassin padded the length of the hallway like a panther anticipating a long overdue meal. When he reached the doorway he smiled to himself. It was already ajar . . . welcoming him in. He pushed, and the door swung noiselessly open. When he saw his selection, he knew he had chosen well. She was exactly as he had requested . . . nude, lying on her back, her arms tied to the bedposts with thick velvet cords. He crossed the room and ran a dark finger across her ivory abdomen. I killed last night, he thought. You are my reward.
A bit of something I’ve started. [mf]
Without even remembering the drive over Cheryl found herself parked in front of Jon's building. A few more deep breaths. It's 11:50. Either go in now or drive away. Cheryl got out of the car and walked to the front door. As she entered the building she saw Linda sitting at the receptionist's desk. "Hi, Cheryl. We haven't seen you around here in ages. How are you?"
"Hi Linda, I'm doing well. Can't chat though. Is Jon in?"
"He should be in his office. Do you want me to page him?"
"No, thank you. I want to surprise him." No point in trying to hide it, may as well give people something to talk about.
Cheryl undid two more buttons on her blouse as she walked to Jon's office. Her cleavage was fully on display with a hint of her black bra showing as well. A saleswoman she didn't recognize was staring at her mouth agape as she walked by. Fuck it, I'm all in now.