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The day all my holes were [F]illed with cu[m]

A little introduction: I met Nick, a dominant guy, on fetlife and last thursday would be the third time we meet. You can read about the first date ‘[My bathroom adventure](https://www.reddit.com/r/SluttyConfessions/comments/cv9o6j/almost_getting_fucked_in_the_bathroom_on_a_first/)’ and about ‘[my slutty weekend](https://www.reddit.com/r/BDSMerotica/comments/cx2fka/my_long_slutty_weekend_with_my_limits_getting/)’ together with him.

We had been texting and driving each other crazy all week. I wasn’t allowed to come for three days and had the instruction to edge twice a day and send him some proof. I loved making these videos and sound recordings for him, even though they left me frustrated every single time. The first day I forgot to edge and he reminded me about it when I was brushing my teeth. He told me to suck it up and to make it happen. My boyfriend was already in bed, getting annoyed by my too long off a bathroom routine. I had to wait until he fell asleep and very quietly rub myself until I was on the point of coming. I couldn’t hear a single sleeping noise next to me, which made me very anxious my bf might wake up at any moment. Somehow it turned me on crazy and I could stop just in time… Close call. Read more »

Sleep Tight [MM; BDSM]

“Evan, I’m home!”

My ears perked up when I heard that, my master was home! Cody, or master as I call him when we are “playing,” is my boyfriend. We have a consensual BDSM relationship, he is the dom and I’m his sub. Anytime I wanted this to be over, it would. We could easily go back to a normal relationship, heck, we often do! But I love this side of our relationship. I have my safe word for if things get too heavy or go too far, but I love testing my limits.

“Cody! Finally your home! Dinner’s ready.” I called him by his name instead of calling him Master. This was fine because our games wouldn’t start until after dinner.

We ate and talked about our days and about life. After dinner, we both cleaned the kitchen. As soon as I put the last dish in the dishwasher, I felt Cody’s strong hand grab me, turn me around, and passionately kiss me. After a few moments, he pulled away and sexily whispered, “Are you ready to go upstairs?”

I responded, with a voice that totally betrayed how aroused and excited I was, “Yes Master.” Read more »

Tinder date (MF)

I was asked to do something like this by a girl I met from tinder. Ad of posting this has not happened, but probably won’t be too far from what does happen.

Also this is my first erotic writing ever, and my first writing in almost 5 years and it is unedited.

Now on to the story
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You hear a motorcycle outside, rush to the window to see if I have arrived. Sadly the bike passes by without even slowing down. As you turn around you see the ropes you hope to use latter sitting our, and you can imagine the ropes being pulled tight against your skin. You walk over and pick up one end, feeling the rough texture. You almost are lost in thought as you hear a familiar sound outside. This time you don’t even bother to look out the window.

I look down at the gps, it’s just ahead now. I slow down to pull in the driveway and I smile as I see you coming out to see me. I barely have time to stop as you rush in for a hug. I struggle to get my helmet off while trying to reach around you. Read more »

The Mile High Club [MF] [anthro] [airborne sex]

“Volitant copulation…” The black stallion snorted, nostrils fluttering. “That sounds very complicated. And dangerous. Where the hell did you get this idea from?”

Flouncing completely nude on the recliner, Platinum batted her eyelashes at him, the silvery, dappled-grey pegasus’ hide shivering from the light nip of chill in the air. On the small table beside her – crafted with wood from the local forest – rested a text that had brought the idea to life in the first place: The Art of Pegasi Lovemaking. Kama-sutra for the aerially gifted, it had had to be one of the text that the proud warrior had snatched up on one of her rare visits into the town and, well, the excuse to get her partner away for a retreat had not been all that difficult to orchestrate either.

Platinum smiled sensually, eyes half-lidded as her silver mane spilled down the arch of her neck, a waterfall of finely oiled hair. No, BlackWing was her partner, her mate for life, and she knew him inside out. And it was just as well she did when she had a new idea in mind to play with too… Read more »

On All Fours [F]or a Pair (and a few other tidbits)

It had only been a few weeks since my first BDSM experience, but it was already time for me to move for professional obligations. I had a very emotional time with my first Sir and set my sights on my next city. This included a gift: a leather collar. What was the significance of this? Well, we both knew that I couldn’t be owned in the traditional sense, but He wanted to give me something to let me know that He would always be there for me.

I loaded up my car and hit the road. Unfortunately, about 100 miles into the middle of nowhere, my car engine started overheating. I pulled into a gas station and checked with a nearby mechanic. They could get me back in motion, but it would take a few hours. I spent the rest of that time scrolling meaninglessly through my apps until I found someone I was enjoying flirting with. He had a gruff, country look to him. Keep in mind; this was the middle of nowhere. He was still at work so we discussed plans for playing. Unfortunately, by the time he was ready to go, my car was back up and running. So instead, I settled for having him meet me at the nearby gas station. I went to the bathroom and took off my panties. I went to his car and threw them in at him. At that was that. Read more »

The subspace [D/s, Mf,pic]

Don’t tell Daddy no

It starts with a tone of voice; the shift of perspective so clear that I might as well be Alice, suddenly looking at the underside of the table, wondering how I got so small. That tone pierces through all the barriers I’ve put up and what’s revealed is the soft murmur of a brain that’s starting to slow down. The silence is yet to come, but the constant whirring has a catch – a pause – to it now, something that has interrupted the usual cycle.

The blindfold erases my sight, but I’d already stopped seeing what was around me the minute I was ordered through the door. I focus to hear the slightest noise and tingle in anticipation while waiting to feel the pressure on skin that will give me my next direction. We call it play but it’s anything but – it’s communication on an entirely different level. It’s telling each other things we can’t or shouldn’t say out loud; it’s an exercise in trust that amazes me every time. Read more »

A mom on Tinder [FM]

Had a lot of fun writhing my previous post so I thought I’d tell another that takes place roughly about a month before my last post here. To dive into the background it was about a year after breaking up with my last girlfriend I had decided I was ready to start seeming some new people and decided that Tinder might be the best way to accomplish that. A bit about [M]e, I’m 24 years old, 5’7”, got a big belly, and at the time had long beard coming down to my chest and hair I kept usually tied up in a top knot. I had just graduated from college with a BA, and was doing some post bacc work. I attribute my tinder success to being honest and funny. But enough about me and let me tell you and V. Read more »

In the Closet – [FF] [PEE]

My mouth was firmly pressed to Haley’s as I pushed her into the closet, my hands fumbling at the hem of her shirt as they worked their way up the smooth curves of her tight tummy to cup her breasts over her bra.

I can’t believe we’re finally doing it, I thought to myself as I pulled her close to me, our bellies pressed together as I tried to drink her in, our breasts heaving in unison. She pulled my shirt over my head, and our lips tragically parted briefly to allow the fabric to pass between us before we came together again. My tongue ran roughly against hers, exploring her mouth as my hands probed the clasp of her bra.

In one motion, I pulled off her bra and her shirt, and casting it aside, knelt to take her firm breast in my mouth. I could feel the skin on her lower back prickle with goosebumps as I worked her nipple with my tongue, tracing it back and forth, side to side, flicking at it until it became hard between my lips.

Black & White (MF) (FF) (violence/Murder)

First part of a novella I’m goi g to write. This was typed on mobile, please ignore any errors, it’s not yet been cleaned up.

Black sat naked on the target’s lap, her long legs wrapped around him as his cock slid into her wet pussy. Black rocked her hips, taking the man deeper into her. He grunted with pleasure, cruelty squeezing her tits as he tried to fuck her harder.

The target didn’t notice White slip out of the shadows. Reaching climax the target closed his eyes as he twisted her tits even harder. In a flash, Blacks slender hands seized the man’a wrists in an iron grip, she pulled his hands away from her breasts. At the same time, White crossed the floor and slipped the piano wire garrote around the target’s neck.

In less than two minutes target was dead. Black climbed off the man and efficiently retrieved her clothes, black thong, black lace bra, and a black dress that barely covered her ass. The perfect disguise to ensure she got picked up by the target.

As Black dressed, White called her handler. “Ian, contract 176-131 is complete. Target is terminated.” White ended the call without waiting for a reply. Read more »