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Finding the one [Bondage]

We sat in the restaurant, we had been here since the early evening and now the waiters had been cleaning up around us. Too caught up in each other we hadn’t noticed the passage of time.

This was our first date and we had a lot to talk about. Of course we had spoken at length over email and IM but nothing can quite compare to that first meeting, the first rush of excitement when you realise that the reality matches the fantasy or at least seems to so far.

She is sitting across from me, slightly away from the table with one leg crossed over the other. Her short dress riding up her thigh and her long bare legs ending in a pair of heels. To say I was captivated was an understatement.

As I said, we had talked at length over email. Discussing our likes and dislikes, our wants and desires. She had told me everything I had wanted to hear and from the fact that she was here I had said the right things too. As the time drew closer to paying the bill I felt that I needed to test what she had told me. Read more »

Anoymous Afternoon [Bondage]

I knew it was her. Not because I knew what she looked like but because she was doing what I had asked of her.

She stood in a light summer dress and heels, making her legs look luscious, with her hands crossed at the small of her back. She had been standing there for about 30 minutes while I sat in the coffee shop window watching, waiting to see if she would arrive.

Her train had been on time and from the throng of people I got my first look at her as she emerged from the station and moved out of the crowd to stand where I had told her to wait. She had to be nervous and because this was a British summer and it was raining she also had to be cold but she wasn’t fidgeting. Her feet together, her head held high, proudly, defiantly, daring the world to question her existence there. a couple of times young men had approached her, presumably to ask her if she was OK and on each occasion with a smile and a flick of her hair she sent them on their way. Read more »

Warrior’s Reward (Erotic Poem)

Warrior’s Reward

The aggressors have won, claiming their victory
At long last, the war is over
The soldier returns home, he’ll share his story
And his wife greets him, as a friend, and as a lover

He flings open the door, he stands in the frame
His wife comes running, she jumps into his arms
He kisses his wife, so gentle and so tame
She kisses him back, he finally drops his guard

It does not take long for the loving to start
He orders her to drop down, and suck his cock
She complies immediately, she goes down to her knees
She undoes his pants, and begins to please

With his cock in her mouth, she begins to suck
He pushes her head roughly with his hands
It’s rough and dirty, a perfect face-fuck
The masculine energy coursing through her man

She sucks him off harder, she licks his balls
He feels the effects of her sexual expertise
As they fuck in their home, out in the hall
The wife fulfills her duty to satisfy and please Read more »

Bound and fucked by an alien [BDSM, bondage, anal, comedy(!)]

*This is a short excerpt from the novella “Invasion of the Fukbots – and their tentacled alien masters”, an erotic BDSM scifi comedy. You can find it here:* [*https://amzn.to/3LyxrWl*](https://amzn.to/3LyxrWl)

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The fukbot dragged Alex into a larger room with a scenic view of Earth. Few humans had ever been lucky enough to experience this view, but Alex did not feel particularly blessed as the bot shackled her hands above her head and left.

After a few minutes of struggling, Alex had to admit that her chances of escape were non-existent. She was a tough woman, forged in the hellfire of the modern fashion industry, but the cold grip of hopelessness threatened to freeze the last traces of stubborn resistance.

“Welcome aboard,” a voice sounded behind her. It was warm, even pleasant.

Alex turned around as fast as her restraints would allow and saw one of the alien invaders for the first time. It was humanoid in shape, but taller, and naked. The blue skin was smooth, seamless, the kind of complexion that would take a skilled Photoshop artist hours to accomplish on even the fairest of models back on Earth. The face was calm, a study of perfect jawline and cheekbones, with three round, white eyes in a triangle shape above the small nose. The body had an odd, oily sheen as if it was a bodybuilder covered in baby oil for a competition. Read more »

When you wake.

I like to watch you, my King.
Sleep.
It’s when my lips,
My upper thighs,
And throat are most free.
Free from your hands, arms & legs.
Free to imagine,
How I’ll be consumed by you next.
Next, when you wake,
With your sweeter embrace,
Shaping the line that is my side,
Grasping firmly,
Softly,
Molding against me like clay.
Your skin,
The mix of sienna & copper,
With a hint of mint.
Leaning back I kiss,
You insist.
Holding my neck,
Giving you full frame of my face.
Do as you wish.
But el Diablo you are not, mi amor.
Not when you wake.
You’re sweet,
In this space.
When the slightest moan echoes,
Deep & loud.
Melting into you,
Continuing the flow,
Each measure,
On & in between each note.
Synchronized,
Syncopated,
Beat.
Watching shadow mist,
Dance across the walls,
Soft, electric hue,
Purplish blues,
Surrounding this still room.
You then slip gently inside,
You can’t not.
Though I lose breath,
When your shaft separates,
Enters a small space.
Pussy tight, warm & soft,
Pass my round cheeks.
A hand gliding across the crease,
To feel my fat clit,
Plump & on cue.
Hearing you groan,
Grabbing hard,
Holding in place,
The highest point of my hip,
In an early morning, sleepy wake.
But this time no agenda,
To make me beg.
It will only be,
To feel closest to my heart.
To feel between breaths,
Your length meeting my spot.
Making me tremble, you do.
So touched by your care,
To make me drip & wet.
You go deeper yet.
Meeting you halfway,
I’ll come,
No matter how far,
Whatever you need, my Prince,
When you wake.
I’ll be waiting for you.
From mami to mi amor. Read more »

Mercedes [27TF] and Liam [24M]: An AI-Generated Tale Featuring a Transgender Woman and Her New Femboy Companion [TG] [Anal] [Oral]

**Note: As indicated in the title, this was written by an AI chatbot that was given subtle prompts. Most details were dreamed up by the bot. I thought it did pretty well considering the technology! Enjoy.**

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**Part 1**

Mercedes walked into the coffee shop, her eyes scanning the room. She took in the sights and sounds of the bustling cafe, but her gaze eventually settled on one person in particular. Liam was sitting in a corner booth, his eyes locked onto her as if he had been expecting her. She felt her heart leap in her chest.

Mercedes made her way over to Liam, feeling her every step vibrating with anticipation. She stopped in front of him, her skin tingling as she looked into his eyes. “Hi,” she said softly.

Liam smiled and stood up, his gaze still locked onto hers. “Hi,” he said back.

Mercedes felt a wave of heat rush through her body. She gestured to the door. “Do you want to go back to my place?” Read more »

Lupin and Sophie hate fuck

Lupin and Sophie hate fucking.

Thanks to /uN3ko_kitten for the prompt from DPP. Let me know what you think. I’m wanting to write and post more. More communication at the end.

[Tags:]

[face/ass slapping] [large cock] [probone] [mild banter] [hairy chest] [size gap] [calling the sub pet] [tell me what they do next]

Lupin, wearing loose tan cargo pants only held up by a belt, stood in the doorway and was greeted just the way he had expected.

“Fuck you.” Sophie snapped.

Her frame was on full display as she wore a full black complement of denim overalls Doc martens, a septum piercing, and a fading hickey on the side of her neck. Her hands balled into fists staring up with fire in her eyes looking through the bangs of her platinum, bob-cut hair. Her chest was raising and falling from frustration from the very obvious booty call text she received. She had a hard time explaining to her friends that her Ex, the sexist one, had sent yet another dick pic. Of course, she couldn’t tell them that the length and size of it was always the reason it worked. Read more »

New to writing

Hi I’m new to writing this type of stuff. It excites me so much. I find it cringey and sexy at the same time. I find myself getting horny when I write. I’m open to pointers and any advice. I have so many thoughts in my head I want to share them.

It was finally happening. Iris was sitting on the couch pallet next to me. I looked over at Brian. He sat relaxed with his legs open locks in a bun.

Iris took my face in her hand and pulled me in for a kiss. I kissed her back. I let her control how we kissed, but every so often I would bite her bottom lip Unexpectedly. She grabbed me by the neck and I let out a moan. I completely relaxed against her lips and gave my throat to her completely. I began to rub her breast through her top. Holding them in my palms squeezing them through her shirt. She began to mirror me.

Brian watched us on the pallet making out and touching each other through our clothes. He was completely focused on us. Enjoying our little show. He took his hair out of the bun and let his hand rest on his dick. Read more »

Cocks and cookies [(MF40’sx4)(MM40’s)] quickies, cheating.

A friend recently suggested this, and I haven’t written anything in a while. But what if you could add a ‘special’ request to that note field when local dad delivers your order fundraiser cookies? Maybe he’s here to put a little chunk in your chocolate? A little… brittle in that peanut butter? (I’ll workshop these)

Name: Abbi’s mum

Number of boxes of cookies: 2

Promo code: ROOSTERCALL

Time: 8:15-8:30am

Notes for delivery: I have fifteen minutes. Use the side door, I’ll be waiting in the garage. I want you to bend me over the washing machine and fuck me senseless during the spin cycle. Pull my hair and tell me I’m pretty in sweatpants.

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Name: Gwenneth’s mom

Number of boxes of cookies: 5

Promo code: ROOSTERCALL

Time: 11:30am

Notes for delivery: USE FRONT DOOR, REMOVE SHOES PLEASE. ORAL ONLY. WILL BE WAITING IN DOWNSTAIRS LIVING ROOM ON SMALLER SOFA.

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Name: Sativa’s mum

Number of boxes of cookies: 10

Time 12:30

Notes for delivery: Josh took the kids to visit his mom so we have the house to ourselves. I’m so excited and can’t wait to see you. Read more »