Good boys love a good tease [F/M] [str8][GentleFemdom]

It’s morning, we’re cuddling, half asleep. I can feel your desperate morning wood pressed up against my ass. I arch my back and start slowly grinding into you; your breathing quickens and you let out a quiet, “uhn, Miss” as you start to twitch. Your hands are on my waist, but I lead them slowly up my torso and back down; never lingering on one spot enough to satisfy either of us.

I command you to kiss the back of my neck as you gently rub and caress my nipples–I’m a bit of a slut for nipple play and I’m getting wet. I’m whimpering “good boy”, as I’m slowly rubbing your cock through your boxers. It’s starting to get leaky.

I turn to face you, and allow you to kiss, lick, and suck my tits. Your hands are gripping my ass, bringing me closer to your hungry mouth. You’re being such a good slut. I’m guiding your throbbing cock out of your boxers. You’re quite a mess.

I want you to feel how wet you’ve made me. I lead your hand to my panties and allow you to enter. I order you to start gently biting. I’m moaning “good boy”, as I become wetter, grinding on your two lucky fingers. I’m ignoring your aching cock. Instead, I’m pulling your hair, scratching your back.

The Hotel Room {M/f}{light bondage}{wax}{orgasm control}{nipple play}

A woman goes to a black tie charity function and is surprised by her boyfriend when she gets back to her room. They get to spend an evening of fun together.

This story is written for pleasure so there are grammar errors and issues like that, I tried to get as much as possible but there will be some. Please enjoy!

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Melissa stepped into the empty elevator on the 23rd floor. Light classical music drifted from the speakers creating an ambiance that was sure to carry throughout the evening. Melissa pressed the button for the lobby and stood back as the doors closed. She caught her reflexion and checked once again to see if everything was in place. Her auburn hair was shiny and curled then pinned back into a bun. If she had to give a guess she would say at least 25 bobby pins held it into place. Even though her makeup was lightly done and very natural it was still more than she was used to wearing. She wore a sage green chiffon dress that was fitted around her breasts and flared out just below and fell down to the floor in dramatic folds. Gold designs shimmered in the lights from the elevator and brought out the green in her eyes. She was already regretting the high heeled shoes she had picked out but really there was no other choice with a dress like this. Small pearl earrings and a matching pearl necklace completed the look.

The Harry Potter Sex Series: Part 9

Mr Weasley appeared outside of Luna’s house. He’d had a long day at work trying to cover the whole saga about Luna hexing the poor muggle boy.

After knocking on her front door for a few minutes she answered.

Mr Weasley’s attention was lost for a moment when he noticed she was only wearing a towel wrapped around her. Her hair was wet and tied up. Her small cleavage was visible as the small towel left little to the imagination, with her milky legs barely covered.

‘Ermm… Yes hello Luna.’ He muttered, trying to regain his composure. ‘May I come in for a minute to speak to you.’

Luna let him into the house, and after offering him a drink, went to put on some suitable clothes.

‘So Luna, I’ve been investigating a case involving you and a muggle boy in the village.’ Mr Weasley explained.

‘Ohh I’m sorry Mr Weasley, he just got me so upset that I acted without thinking.’ She said in her usual dreamy far away voice, although her eyes were filled with guilt. ‘Am I in trouble?’

[MF] Getting even even with my ex: Part 2

Sud was dripping like a faucet. The denial, the manhandling, the rough behaviour and the long sex drought had really turned her on. Her ass was perfect. It was curvy and big. I wanted to split it open with my cock. My dick stretched her unused pussy and she let out a whimper and then quickly quietened herself with her palm. I smacked her ass upon noticing that. She let out a wince and moan.  

Me:When you are with me, you will moan like a bitch. Don’t dare quieten yourself. Do you understand? 

Sud:umm ummm ummmmmm unnnffff

Her moans are matching my strokes.  

Smack! Another slap on her ass. I was letting loose on that booty. It was enticing to watch it jiggle as the slap would land on it. I was beginning to enjoy being rough on Sud. Her body kind of drove the desire into top gear. I couldn’t fathom how her husband could be cold to her. This woman was built to be fucked rough.  

Me:Do you understand? 

Sud:Oh yes, oh yes.. ohhhh 

Rape Fantasy

One Friday night, as we cuddled together and basked in the afterglow of a bout of truly delicious but utterly vanilla sex, my boyfriend Saleem asked me a question that made me raise my eyebrows:

“Andrea, have you ever had a rape fantasy?”

I was in love with Saleem; if I could be anyone in the world, I would be him. He is beautiful, smart and funny, generous, kind and loving. We had been together a year, and had shared an apartment in Williamsburg for the last six months. He was great, a real keeper. The only problem, as far as I was concerned, was that he was a little… tame in bed.

There was nothing wrong with his sex drive, far from it. And vanilla is a nice flavor too. But whenever I suggested anything even remotely kinky, the answer was always the same:

Bondage play, golden showers? “Hmm, sounds interesting.”

Threesomes, spanking? “That could be fun.”

Anal sex, exhibitionism? “Could be interesting.”

Role playing, dildos? Well you get the picture. He was always positive but noncommittal, and it never happened. Saleem’s idea of kinky was going down on me with the lights on. And he was pretty fucking good at that, I must say.

S.M.U.T. – Witness

The irony that the Jehovas witness wanted to be blindfolded while blowing me is not lost on me but im not thinking about that as much as thinking of the versatility of the single red necktie I own. Im not taking that in as she takes me, all of me in. Im still thinking about Captain America. Thats how this whole inconveniance started.

I loved comic books in my teens. Especially the well written ones. And especially the well written ones with smart, metal bleeding females that could take out armies and bounce quarters off their ass.

As I got older, more independent and subsequently poorer I transferred this nostalgia and genuine love to the more digestible form of well made serial comic book films. Last summer wasnt just Infinity War, it was the cinema portrayal of my infinite war and peace with escapism. I had gotten a loud Captain America t shirt which proved two personal truths to me: I was no longer a pudgey geeky teenager but rather a reasonably attractive well kept vessel and as the Jehovas Witness that lives down and across the hall pointed out, too old for the shirt.

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Threesome with a vampire and sexy werewolf (First half) – Part 4 of 4 for Halloween. True life adventure, of course. ;P

By J.K. Jones

As Elsa and I drove through the night back to the outskirts of Budapest, she sat in the passenger seat, her cool fingers idly sliding back and forth on my forearm. I focused on the narrow country lane we were following, still tired and slightly mind-blown from spending the afternoon engaging in all manner of kinky sex with two undead ladies, the pale, beautiful vampire Elsa, and her friend for centuries, the shy, leathery, but really lovely undead Egyptian mummy Jurrat. I came three, maybe four times, slid my cock endlessly in the cunts and asses, and then the mouths of both ladies, fucking them with all the gusto I felt, as they creamed and creamed through dozens of orgasms. They acted very appreciative of my hard cock, attacking me with relish (which made sense since neither had threesome like this in at least a hundred years, they told me later). However, they were also very much into each other, lapping at each other’s sopping cunts, sliding small fists into each other’s butt holes, and spanking and slapping each other’s tits as I fucked one or the other.

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Losing My Virginity in the Game Room, Part 2 [MF]

This is the second part of my story about losing my virginity. For the first part, go here:

Losing My Virginity in the Game Room [MF] from gonewildstories

After we fucked on the sofa, or I should say after Lori fucked me on the sofa, something was different. This will sound cliche, but I felt like a man. I think Lori sensed what this occasion represented for me, and she had become very warm and affectionate. She was almost nurturing.

We had gathered about 20 blankets and a bunch of pillows, and lied down together bundled under all of it. We were lying on our sides, face to face, giggling, kissing, and just enjoying the connection. I remember thinking that I must have been dreaming, I was lying so close to Lori, with her tan, lean, athletic body, that our noses were almost touching. And once in awhile I could feel my penis brush against her bush, and I was just in awe as my hand roamed up and down her backside.

I was only 19 at this time, and it didn’t take long at all before I was hard again. Of course Lori noticed this too, and began stroking me and ticking the head, lightly running her finger in circles around my crown.

Threesome with an Eastern European vampire and a cursed mummy- Part 3 of 4, just for Halloween :)

By J.K. Jones

I arrived in Istanbul the evening after leaving the slim, elegant, lusty vampire Elsa in Budapest, spending the day napping on the train as it moved south along the Black Sea toward its final destination. Stepping into this ancient city was somewhat anticlimactic, as I was met by business associates at the station, whisked into a chauffeured limousine, and taken to a modern hotel where a conference was to begin the next day. I did not meet any locals, and spent a few hours at the hotel bar drinking with some crass American expatriates, but my heart was not in it, and I excused myself early, and got into bed before midnight. My mind was still reeling from the impact of discovering two nights ago that a ghost world of lost souls existed, and that long-deceased souls still moved about yearning for lost love and harboring fears of God, and then the next night, in Budapest, making the acquaintance of a cool skinned, beautiful dark-tressed lady who, in the middle of amazing sex, had revealed herself to be strigoi, or as humans called her, a vampire.

I had been shocked, and had blurted “Are you going to kill me? Drink my blood?”

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