[MF] the time I met my first freak.. fuck for survival

The time I faced a real freak… fuck for survival

The time I faced my first ever freak… fuck for survival

Captains log… slut files 15, early stages of manhood. Growing up all men like to believe they are the perfect symbol of sex.. ready to fuck the life out of any woman the minute we learn to masturbate. However, in life you learn valuable lessons about yourself when you finally face your match. A boy becomes a man when he faces a sexually mature woman, especially one that knows what the fuck she’s doing. Read more »

Higher Stakes Pt. 1 – Blackmail BDSM (MF)

Mrs Elaine makes the sudden move, rook to take my bishop, my king left temporarily exposed. Her pearl necklace dangles down to the top of her chest, moving with each twist of her hand as she drags the piece gracefully across the board to put me in check.

‘Check, Mister Sanderson.’

Nodding, I look up at her, her brown eyes flickering with the fireplace heat behind me. Her draping brunette hair flirts with the middle of her arms as she shuffles slightly in the armchair and eyes me cautiously but hungrily. 

‘You really are playing for high stakes aren’t you?’ 

‘What made you ever think I was playing for low stakes Mister Sanderson?’

I watch her back just as carefully, smiling, touché. She reciprocates with full ferocity, her eyes ablaze. She wasn’t here for just the chit chat, there was something else on her mind. 

‘What are you playing for exactly Mrs Elaine?’ My brow furrows, the heat in the room growing as the sparks flick out onto the stone in front of the fire.  Read more »

Moon ritual gangbang (part 1) – [female gangbang] [msub] [fdom] [enthusiastic consent] [POV]

Every bump in the dirt road inches my white shift slightly higher up my thighs. I’m driving like a madwoman and you’re holding onto the armrest of the old sedan like you’re worried I’m going to kill you.

*Aw, babe. You can trust me, pet.*

“Are you ready for the ritual?” I ask you, smiling at you seductively through hooded eyes.

“Yes,” you manage through gritted teeth as we fly over another bump. “I think so.”

“Darlin’, I understand that this is a lot. I’m more than happy to talk you through everything again, as much as you need. We won’t go through with the ritual unless you are 100%, entirely on board. It’s important that you want this. That you’re ready.”

You nod. *So obedient.* The gears turn in your head as you think about everything I’ve told you about what will happen tonight. The importance of this celebration. Its meaning. Your role.

“What are you worried about?”

“If I want to stop…?” Your voice trails off. Higher pitched than you’d expect for a man of your size. You’re nervous. Read more »

Turns out I like listening [MFM]

Fist time writing one of these so sorry if it’s not well written.

Me senior year of college I, M, moved in with my female best friend, let’s call her Jane. Jane is roughly 5’ 6”, she has beautiful pale white skin, gorgeous blue eyes, cute perky B cup breast and straw blonde hair.

It was awesome living together. We had the same sense of humor and similar interests so we we seemed like a natural fit together but we weren’t sure how it work since neither of us had lived with someone of the opposite sex before.

After the first couple of weeks living together I started to notice certain sounds coming from her room at night. I guess she had finally gotten comfortable with me being around so she was now masturbating. Hearing her moan from pleasure was such a huge turn on. However, it also felt so wrong since she was my closest friend. It didn’t take long though for my urges to win over any reservations I had. At night when I began hearing those beautiful distinct sounds I’d tiptoe to my door, press my ear against it at listen to her as I stroked my rock hard cock. She’d say things like “Oh my god” or “ oh fuck yes” which drove my wild. While all of that was hot, it was even hotter imagining what she was doing. What technique was she using? Was she using toys? Who was she thinking about etc. all made that much more hotter. Read more »

Wrote this for my bf after he tied me (mf) (bondage)

She enjoys watching him, his focus, his concentration, as he starts by tying her ankles tightly together and slowly works his way up. He takes such care with every knot, and it’s like a metaphor for the care that he shows in all aspects of their relationship. He is methodical yet sensual at the same time, with attention to each detail and perfect control. By the time he reaches her thighs she is completely aroused. The rope sliding across her skin is foreplay, and sensing this he takes a moment to tease her with light touches on her labia before he finishes binding her legs completely.
As aroused as she is, she is dying to spread her legs for him. Being forced to have them shut is exquisite torture. She wriggles her hips in vain, and by the smile on his face as he’s watching her she can tell that he is loving her predicament.
Pulling on the end of the rope, he raises her legs high and holds them there, and her naked pussy is exposed and vulnerable. he teases her lips as she moans. Shes desperate to be penetrated and he knows it. Being restrained and at his mercy makes it that much hotter. He looks into her eyes as he slides two fingers deep into her wet pussy. With her legs bound firmly closed her soft opening is tighter than usual, and the sensation as he thrusts his fingers in and out, deeper and harder, is so amazing that soon she’s begging him to let her come. But just as she’s at the edge of orgasm he stops, denying her release and making her that much more desperate for him. She moans and begs and soon his fingers are inside of her again, and she is so sensitive that each stroke is a new wave of pleasure…and she’s so close…she’s on the brink…and again she is denied.
He edges her again and again, and it’s not just her legs that are bound. It’s all of her, her body, her spirit, being owned by Master. She is reduced to a primal state. With every touch, every look, his control over her is reaffirmed. She is overcome by her need for release, and completely dependent upon him for that release.
When he finally allows her to come the pleasure is intensified by the relief and she is throbbing with sensation. The release is physical and emotional at the same time, and she’s filled with gratitude for the gift he has given her. She’s never put herself in someone else’s hands quite like this before. Their deep connection and the trust she has for him has allowed her to submit to his control of her most basic needs. She has learned that through giving herself over to him, she can be guided to greater heights of pleasure and fulfillment.
In surrender to him she finds her true self. In bondage she is freed.

First time Anal

I was teaching Sex Ed, which by far is the hardest thing to teach to a group of teenagers!

One of my female students asked what is the appropriate way to have Anal sex. The class exploded with laughter jokes were made, “Ask Ryan he should know”! Etc etc etc

I’m a horny black woman, I’ve been around the block but I had no idea how to answer this question.

The bell rings thank god and the class rushes out, but Ryan droves a note on my desk.
“Want to learn about Anal? Meet me in the drama club at 4 after school!”

I was shocked I wanted to report it but I was curious. So at 4 I showed up in the drama room.
Ryan was already waiting for me, he locked the door behind me and showed me to a bed. (It was a prop from the dramas club Romeo and Juliet).
So Ryan takes off my pants and panties and makes me get in doggie position.

I’m scared it’s really like it’s my first time but Ryan has always been mature and quiet so I trust him.
I feel his tongue poke into my ass. Read more »

Bold public sex [MF]

Last summer my future wife and I got drunk then went to “Battle Axes,” which is a recreational axe throwing establishment. I think we went somewhere cute for dinner before that but I remember throwing axes for sure. This particular place is always special for us, and true to form this happened just as we left.

The place that one throws axes is located in an underdeveloped area of the city but still in an urban area. One of the lots next to this place was just grass, and it’s probably 250 yards wide, basically huge. We were feeling frisky so I said something like, “..so, car sex sounds? Thoughts?” I don’t remember exactly what she said in response, but next thing I know, I’ve parked in the far back corner of this lot.

We’re probably 150 feet from the road, but it feels safe. I shut the car off and walk around to the passenger side. She pulls her jeans and panties all the way down and slides into the back seat. I step up to the door frame, unbuckle and drop my pants. She leans over and pulls my dick into her throat with her hand pulling me deeper. I’m already a little hard, so I quickly get ready to go and tell her to turn around and get close to the edge. Read more »

Through the window

He stands in the shadows outside her window. Darkness around him makes him feel like in the movies. And tonight’s show is just for him. Tonights star is his star. He’s been coming here for weeks. He knows the spot well, he knows the angle well and most of all he knows her well. Any minute now the show is about to start. Lotion ready, he unzipps his pants. In the darkness nobody will see what he’s about to do.
And there she is, tall, slender with magnificent breasts, glistening in the light of her room. She’s done with her shower. She’ll dry her hair in a towel, like she always does. A quick look at her mail. She doesn’t bother to put on any clothes. He dreams of touching her soft skin of grabbing her tits. One day, he’ll have her and there’s nothing that will stop that. But for how he stands in the shadow, waiting and keeping his urges in check. Just a bit more, let her turn around a bit so he can see her fully. In his exitement he snaps a branch underfoot. She hears the sound. She looks his way. Freeze. His hand stops mid movement, he’s so close. She walks up to the window and looks out into the darkness. But he’s well hidden. Oh how he yearns to be right in front of her to show her himself, to expose his desire, and shower her with his love. But not today, not yet. She turns around and he applies a gentle pressure. Release is almost immediate. Streaks of himself flow don on the grass in front of him like many days before. He’ll come agin tomorrow. Just like she will. One day. She will be his.

Enjoyment

She enjoyed watching herself in the mirror, spying the way she bobbed up and down on his cock. But only after her eyes locked with his piercing brown stare did she begin to blush and really enjoy herself.

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