[Msub] State of Mind

Looking for CC, particularly since I'm a woman and the story is in a man's voice. If there's interest I'll post a part II.

Man I did a great job at work today! Everybody was really happy with how the project turned out. Still have a few beautiful hours left before sunset – may as well walk home. Get some exercise and time to think… maybe think about Her. Maybe fantasize about her legs around my head while I'm walking down the street in public. I bet she'd be happy if I got an erection in public. Heyyy now, if I told her about it she might even reward me…! The thought alone just made me twitch. This won't be hard (heheh, hard.) Hard as I was earlier this week when she told me to save my cum for her. Okay, what were the rules… I could touch it, look at porn, fuck my own ass, do whatever I wanted as long as I didn't cum. She didn't mention it but I'm sure she'll want an explicit report. I've avoided regular porn because the only reason I ever watched it was for a quick cum. She thinks I can't hold out without calling her and begging? Please, I have my dignity. Read more »

Voluptuous Indian Cousin Blackmail (Chapter 3) [MF][blkmail]

Eventually the hours ticked by and Arun timed his arrival at Narindras home at exactly 3pm. His heart was beating and he tried to control his erection as he walked down the road to her door moments before the clock struck the hour. It would do no good to walk around with a huge boner! He saw through the frosted glass the silhouette of his lovely cousin, looks like she was wearing some smart clothes? "She had better be…" he thought darkly and then the door opened.

"Hello Arun-bhai" Narindra said demurely, again looking down. As promised she wore her office clothes which consisted of a white blouse/shirt, under a black blazer/jacket, tight fitting smart trousers which accentuated her juicy ass and high heels. She was wearing tasteful make-up: red lipstick, a touch of foundation and eye mascara which emphasized her sexy eyes. Her hair was thick and tied with pink band which fell back over her back in a pony-tail to about middle-back level. All the more to release, grab and pull when he took her roughly…

Arun drank in the view for a long moment then said "Hello Narindra. You look amazing, can I please come in?". Read more »

The Direct Approach: Finale (MM, Anal)

We both enjoy the sight of each other. Greg is kneeling over me and planning his next move. I look up at Greg, my eyes inviting whatever his next move will be. Greg leans in and kisses me on the cheek. He moves to my ear and he whispers “Guide me in.” I smile and take a hold of his throbbing cock; I give him a few long, slow strokes before I press the tip of him against my opening. A quiet gasp escapes my lips as he slowly enters me once more. I close my eyes as I can feel my face twist in sweet agony as Greg begins to roll his hips against my ass. I begin to get louder, panting and gasping as my body tries to get used to his body pressing against mine. Midway though fucking me, Greg decides that he wants to show me something. He pulls himself halfway from out of my ass, “Do you like the sight of my dick in your ass? Greg asks me, smiling and dripping with sweat. I smile and nod as I try to grab a hold of his hips. As he continues to fuck me he can see that I’m in a little pain, Greg begins to kiss me. During our kiss, he decides to put his tongue into play and I feel his tongue begin to press against mine. His kisses are his way of trying to distract the pain and it seems to be working. I almost forget the pain as he begins to move faster, fucking me with all eight inches. As he kisses me, I feel his hand slid down my chest, and then down my abs until it’s resting on my cock. Read more »

Easy Riders

 Easy Riders.

Richard’s in love, and he’s with the great love of his life right now. She’s always ready for Richard to ride fast and hard, she never says no when he wants to mount her, she does all the wild things he asks of her, and right now he’s with her giving her all his care and attention.

She’s five hundred pounds of motor bike: a big red tank, gleaming chrome, four cylinders aggressively abreast like horses in a Roman chariot race, ready to fire up and deliver enough raw power to punch herself and anyone brave enough to ride her at a hundred mph plus without hardly trying, while growling window-rattling snarls through two fire-blued exhausts sticking up like two insolent fingers in a V sign to all lesser vehicles that dare to be on the road. She sits proudly in the middle of the garage, where Richard’s worshiping her. Richard’s twenty three and he’s between girl friends. Girls always say they’re scared to come on his bike. His parents are away for the weekend, he’s on his own, looking forward to a weekend of motor bike, porn and masturbation. But as Richard’s polishing the red tank and bright chrome the doorbell chimes. Read more »

Silk Sheets, Clouds of Smoke, and Dreams Inside My Head [prose poetry] [M] [Mdom]

I lay down in my bed, naked, wrapped in a white silk sheet. Clouds of smoke whisper their way up to the ceiling above me. Melancholic music plays in my ears. I'm lost in my own head. Dreaming; exploring the vivid universes and landscapes of my mind. My hand mindlessly explores my body. I tuck my fingers between my legs, reaching down towards my cock. How good my cock feels between my fingers. How hard it gets when I start imagining how I'd love to be using it. I can feel the blood raging through my me, my cock engorging; filling with energy as I imagine you pinned down beneath me. My fingers tingle with the thought of your wrists trapped beneath mine. I breathe in deeply, filling my nose with your scent. Clean notes of rose blended with rich coffee and saffron. Its contagious. The thought of you; it consumes me. My bones, my blood, my body; it all becomes yours. I become desperate for you. You’re my drug and I need my fix. I need to feel my hard cock pressed between your legs, your juices drenching me with lust. I need to tease you. To tease myself. I can feel the excitement. The mystery. The anticipation. I make myself wait. I'm even harder. My mind runs wild. The smoke no longer smells of weed but rather of sweet pussy up against my face. My hot breath against you, the delicate hairs along your neck rise in response. As if my breathe is a hint of what's to come. It tells you what would be if you sit down above me and let me feast upon you. How you would quiver with satisfaction as I gently suck your clit into my mouth, my face buried within you, and my fingers pressed deep inside of you. And this is only the beginning. Neither you nor I has yet to feel even the slightest hint of the pleasures my cock and your body. I haven’t yet filled you. I haven’t yet overtaken you. I haven’t yet pounded you hard into total submission. You haven’t yet come hard on top of me. Tonight, we’ll go until your eyes roll back and your back arches and your toes curl inward. Tonight we go until you are barely able to breathe. Tonight we go until neither of us has anything left.

Sext Daddy [MF] [BDSM]

The text alert was set to vibrate. In theory, it was because she didn’t want to interrupt the class. Finals were next week, she had to pay attention.

But in reality, she knew it was because she wanted to feel the tingle, the jolt of excitement the moment his message came in. She carefully pulled the phone out of her front pocket, and saw one message waiting. A text from “Daddy.”

It wasn’t her real Daddy. It was just someone she met online. It started off innocently enough, an almost vanilla sexting affair. But she couldn’t resist. She had to try, at least once with him. She finally worked up the nerve to call him daddy, then felt smothered by the anticipation of waiting. Every second ticked by, until finally he replied back, calling her his little girl.

She wanted to ask for more. She wanted to beg for him to call her a dirty whore, to describe her getting spanked, to tell her what to do. But she didn’t want to lose her Daddy. So she took what she could get.

Today’s text was a bit tame, a simple “What are you wearing?” Read more »

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Put on a show [mf] [exhibitionism]

The curtain slowly crawled up the walls of the dimly lit theater. There’s a spotlight on the stage, and you know what you want to do. You can feel the anticipation and desire welling up inside of you.

Two spotlights flicker to life, burning down on you. You can hear the audience shuffle, readying themselves.

It’s time to put on a show.

You slowly walk around the stage, sauntering your hips. Teasing with a glove, a garter. Slowly, the creeky floorboards are littered with your once-treasured lingerie. You’re left with nothing but 5-inch stiletto heel shoes and a smile.

One of the spotlights is now having trouble tracking your movement. You can almost make out the silhouette of the operator, you know that he’s long since unzipped his pants and has been slowly stroking his cock.

There’s a single, solitary chair in the center of the stage. The crowd is trying to not make a noise, but you can hear the muffled sounds of lubricated flesh. Your heels clack against the wood. You put one foot up on the chair. Your fingers go slick the moment they touch your already dripping pussy lips. You slowly spread for the crowd. Read more »

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The Sexual Adventures Of C And A: pleasing me on work day

 This particular story took place on May 20th, 2014 (the same day I'm writing this). Open house is coming up, so every week we have a "work day." Work day is just a minimum day schedule where, instead of leaving at one o'clock, we're forced to sit in our homeroom and work on something to present at open house. That is, if you can't get yourself an excuse to leave. It isn't hard for A to leave school. He's 18, so he can sign himself out. It's different for me, though. I have to have a parent call. Lucky for me, I had a dentist appointment that would have let me leave school about fifteen minutes early. I convinced my mom that work day is stupid, and to sign me out early. I also asked if A could come over, and she said yes. Flash forward to after I've left school. I'm at home with my two brothers (One is home a lot because he takes online classes and one goes to school with me. The latter walked home with me.). One brother is in the shower. I'm laying on the floor on tumblr, and A is to come over soon. I hear the back door open, and then see him walk into the kitchen. "Hey babe." he says as he plops down next to me. "Hey" I smile, and kiss his forehead. We mess around on tumblr for a while, and then he adjusts and kisses me. "You wanna go make out on the couch?" he asks me with a grin. "No!" I say, shushing him and looking around, "My brother is sitting right next to it!" We go back to browsing tumblr, and then the brother that was downstairs with us leaves. I look at A and grin. "You wanna go make out on the couch?" "No moaning... Remember... that one of your brothers... is still in the shower." A says between kisses. "Whatever" I respond, kissing him passionately. We're laying on the couch, in a position kind of like spooning. The only difference is that A is leaned up and my head is turned towards him so we can kiss. A turns me onto my back and starts messing with the collar of my shirt. I lean back from kissing him, and he laughs as I raise my eyebrows at him. There's no way to take my warning seriously, he knows I love this. He pulls down my shirt, and slides my bra down with it. He starts licking my nipple with just the tip of his tongue, and then kisses it gently. He continues doing this until that nipple is sufficiently hard, and then moves to my right side. I arch my back with pleasure, pushing his face harder into my breasts. He comes up and smiles, and then puts his face between them. He moves his head back and forth a little, still teasing my nipples with his fingertips. A comes back up to kiss my lips, and I pull my shirt back to its intended position (just in case my brother comes downstairs). I turn towards him so we can kiss more comfortably. He starts massaging my clitoris through my sweatpants, and makes a comment about how wet I already am. He reaches around to feel my butt, just like he always does (he loves dat booty). His hand slides into my underwear and he squeezes my butt. He makes his way down to my vagina and starts sliding up and down my slit. He slowly presses one finger inside of me, gently feeling the inside. He flips me around so we're spooning (sorta), and pulls my pants just past my butt. After getting me really wet with his one finger, he slips in a second. I start to moan, but shush myself when I remember my brother. A starts pushing in and out of me now, instead of just wiggling around inside. I love the way it feels and start to grind my self against his fingers, trying to make them go in deeper and faster. He realizes what I'm doing and begins going faster, leaving the deepness to me. Sadly, this where our story ends. My brother started coming down the stairs, so we started to just cuddle. No happy ending on this one, but definitely a good time!

The Direct Approach II (Mdom/msub, anal)

I lay motionless, doing my best to catch my breath before Greg decides to dive back in. He runs his hands over my back, his warm skin sending a shiver up my spine. He lays on top of me one more time, I turn my head to the side to watch as Greg moves up to me, I see him kiss my neck and nibbling on my ears. I hate that he knows my weak spots. A light touch, a sweet kiss on my neck and I’m putty. I’m sure Jessie knows as well. They probably share notes about me while they lay in bed together. I guess he thought I was rested enough. “Ready for more?” Greg asks, stroking my hair, as if I were his dog. He isn’t wrong, considering the whole time I’ve been whimpering and begging for more. I nod my head. “I hope you are. Because I won’t be as easy as I was the first time.” Greg repositions so that our hips are touching. I can feel his dick lying between my cheeks. At first, he rubs against me slowly. I begin to rub my ass against him and I ask him for his dick. “Take this ass. It’s all yours.” I tell Greg as I present myself for him “For me?” Greg asks as he continues to rub against me. I reach over to try and grab his dick. I can feel it brush against my fingers as he pulls away. He doesn’t spank me like I was hoping for. He grabs my ass with one hand and squeezes tightly, it hurt so much that I had to shout into the pillow one more time. “I didn’t say it was time.” Greg says as he releases his grip on me. I beg for forgiveness and he returns the favor by lightly massaging my back. I damn near laugh in excitement as I hear him open the bottle of lube. He puts some on his dick and I shudder as he covers my ass in a thin layer. Slowly, Greg begins to tease me as he slowly pushes his head against my hole. I moan and beg for more. Read more »

Two Working Girls [MFF][Pros][Threesome]

The full story can be found here. Please comment with feedback (even something as simple as "I enjoyed this story" are welcome), any constructive criticism is always excellent! Thank you for reading!

He took the ticket, his hands trembling. The clerk nodded, dismissed him with a nonchalant gesture to the elevator, and called for the next client. Before he could react, the line shoved him to the side, so he walked to the elevator, staring at the other clients. They looked back with cool eyes, full of disinterest. A dozen men packed into the elevator, doors closed, and the elevator began to climb. Soft music played through invisible speakers, washing over the pink carpet and the small oil paintings of beautiful women.

His nostrils twitched. The entire elevator was perfumed…jasmine and honeysuckle filled the tiny space. If he closed his eyes, he could imagine a garden, filled with flowers of every color, glowing in the sunset. But the Temple of Venus offered different kinds of flowers…despite his nerves, he shivered, eyes riveted to the display above the doors. Read more »