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?”
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.
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.
Two Working Girls [MFF][Pros][Threesome]
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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.
Mother Mary O’Malley of Saint Fitzgerald’s Sisters of Boundless Mercy Sanatorium for Proper Mental Hygiene [Ff, Fdom, reluc, sm]
Subtitle: Eve Goodheart’s, Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad, Most Extremely Difficult First Day
Copyright under pen name Anais Rim. Critical feedback thankfully appreciated. Approx 7500 words.
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Once, not long ago, poor Eve Goodheart had been a sad little orphan girl. Raised in an institution much too overwhelmed by a mass of needy children to recognize her special qualities, she had been surrounded by mean spirited and depraved ragamuffins. These harsh rascals pushed and shoved and wrestled her violently about for but mere crusts of bread. The girl regularly went to bed hungry.
But Eve had one spectacular advantage. Something everyone there envied, even the adults. For Eve had been a very pretty little girl who grew up to be a remarkably beautiful young woman. And though demure and humble, as the onset of puberty brought transformation, she became well aware of the effect that good appearance had on those around her.
How I learned I enjoyed being dominant [FFFF/M][FDOM]
I'm a girl who likes dominating guy’s. It’s not that I like hurting them or emotionally damaging them or making them bleed etc, but I do like control and I like to help other girls get have their wicked way. I don't limit myself to just dominating guy’s though, as I've made girls my ‘victim’s’ too.
I am quite an athletic build. No, I’m not some blonde haired chick with big breasts. I have dark medium length hair, with average sized boobs. Fortunately I have a history of ju-jitsu, so I know how to get people down.
One of my earliest experiences with domination was during college. As I was walking to class, there were a few girls seemingly picking on a guy, who was probably 18 or 19. He was shorter than me and slightly chubby. I had heard a rumour that he had a big crush on me, and when he noticed I was watching, his face went so red! One girl tried to pull his bag off his back, and as he turned around to confront her, another girl did the same.
Shutterbug: The picture book [m/f] [exh]
Krystin and I had been friends a long time. Longer than I can remember. I've always thought she was beautiful, but I've always thought she was a bit out of my league. Yeah, we hang out all the time, but I never though she could ever go for a guy like me.
We were hanging out at her house one night. Drinking, smoking. You know, what dumb kids do. And she tells me, she says, she wants to be a model and asks if she's pretty enough. I fiddle with the idea in my head. "Yeah, you're beautiful," I say, "but it's more about how well you are in front of the camera."
She gets up out of her chair and hands me her phone. The camera function is already on. "I'm going to strike a pose," she tells me, "take a picture, I want to see how it looks."
So she bends over the couch and once she says she's ready, I take the picture. I show her and tell her I think it looks amazing, and she agrees… partially. I ask her what kind of model she even wants to be. "Victoria's Secret or something like that," she says "women's fashion, you know?"
[F][exh][fsub] Next Assignment
It seemed like such a dumb idea. I was being trained to be sluttier. Not by someone in real life, though I had a few people I would have sex with every now and then. But by some anonymous girl online.
It should have been stupid, but it actually had turned out to be… surprisingly hot. Maybe I just had needed someone to push me all along. Today was my first real assignment, she had told me earlier. A chance to actually be slutty. Masturbating at home where I could only get caught by roommates, and usually, not even then, didn't have any risk to it.
And a slut should take risks.
That's why I found myself at the university library, wearing a short skirt and with my pussy freshly shaved.
If I'd dressed normally, not too many people would pay attention to me. I'm pretty average, height wise, around 5' 4", and slim, but jeans and a t-shirt doesn't exactly turn heads. My hair does, sometimes, auburn and half way down my back.