Alexis The Dark Fairy

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Venessa had just turned 18 and still lived at her parent’s house. She was very beautiful and could have any man she wanted, but it seemed that her standards were high for someone of her age. Her fetishes were all of that of the supernatural. She could be interested in guys or girls but she wanted something magical and could not settle for less. One day she was walking in the park alone and saw these middle school boys mercilessly torturing what looked like a dragonfly, except oddly enough it glowed.

“Hey, Stop that!!” Venessa exclaimed.

“What? It’s a humungous firefly we just wanted to catch it.”

“By throwing rocks at it? Honestly…” she reaches up in the nearby tree and cups the creature in her hands.

“Hey girl what are you doing, we found it first!” One of the boys yelled, but she ignored them and kept walking. She made her way home and found a jar to put it in while she got online trying to figure out exactly what it is. She puts the jar on her desk in her room and begins surfing online when she hears a tiny but yet faint voice.

Enchanted Panties

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It was almost the end of the day and Kate couldn`t wait to go home. All day it seemed she had been eyeing that clock on the other side of her uncle`s antique shop tapping her fingers on the side of the cash register. 5:00pm it said seemingly teasing her as the last 30 minutes of her work shift slowed to a crawl. It paid for school so she couldn`t complain too much. After all it was only for the summer.

[F]riday night with my [m]an.

This is a true story. Just to set the scene, I’m tiny, 4’ll, smallish b-cups. He’s average height & build, with gorgeous eyes.

First time poster, please forgive mistakes.

“Stand up princess, and turn around.”

I did as I was told without hesitation, and my hands were tied behind my back before I knew it.

He kissed my neck & tied my long hair back out of my face, then pushed me face first onto the mattress.

My face was burried in the mattress eyes closed, waiting to feel what Daddy would do. I impatiently wiggled my butt, silently begging for the first touch. His leather belt brushed my skin lightly before disappearing only to land with a loud thwack. He striped my eager cheeks and I grew wetter with each strike.

Between hits Daddy checked in to make sure I was okay, only to be met with a quiet whimper & nod.

[MF] My pregnant FWB experience part 1

I’m curious about what the redditors of the world think about this one.

Going back some years I met a girl online whom I chatted with and dated for a bit, but eventually we both decided there wasn’t heaps of spark and politely went our own ways in the dating scene, but remained friends. Fast forward about 12-18 months and she had shacked up with a bloke who was a bit of a dick to her didn’t treat her well. Despite that she ends up getting pregnant and he leaves her. So she’s on her own with a bun in the oven. Sucks to be her right?

I was watching football on a Saturday night at home after finishing work and I receive a photo on my phone of her snatch spread open saying “this is yours if you want it”. I was flabbergasted. On one hand all my fantasies of not only a curvy, attractive readhead wanting NSA sex she’s also heavily pregnant. But….she’s got another blokes bun in the oven. My moral compass told me that was a no go zone.

Submissive Adventures: Part 3: Denial continued[F][D/s][denial][teasing][humiliation]

End of my week of torture and denial

Wednesday

I woke up on Wednesday, hornier than I had in awhile. I had fallen asleep imagining Sir using my body, tied up and naked. All my holes available for him to use. This only added to the horniness, but I couldn’t focus on anything else. It was as if my mind was fixated on my pussy. I wanted to touch myself so badly. I knew the slightest touch would send me over the edge. If only I was allowed to cum. But my toys had not yet arrived and the soonest they were expected was Friday. How would I survive another 2 days? And what if they didn’t arrive on Friday? I pushed the thought out of my mind. This was only my second day of denying myself.

I look at myself in the mirror, my pussy lips red, my nipples erect at the slightest touch, it will only get worse.

“I am a horny puppy slut. My body and mind belong to Sir. My purpose is to give Sir pleasure in any way he sees fit. Thank you Sir for not letting me cum.”

The Wake-up Call Adventure [FFM]

I have had a lot of sexual adventure over the last 10 years, and would like to get them out there. These stories are in no particular order or timeframe, and are just there for me to get out there and maybe others to enjoy.

I had been dating Dakota for about a year, a high sexually aggressive girl, which was just what I needed at that time. Dakota was a real punk rock bitch, and looked the part too. 5’4, 125 lbs, 32C tits, jet black hair with red highlights, half her head shaved, covered in tattoos, dozens of piercings all over her body including tongue, nipples, and clit. She partied hard and she fucked hard. She liked going to the strip club 2-3 times a week, and I was more than delighted to come along with her. I cant even count the amount of times I’d catch her making out with another girl at the bar or club, and of course I was never mad about it, who would be. Dakota’s best friend was Kim, a girl that could be anymore opposite looks wise from Dakota. Kim was a semi-professional model standing at 5’10, 105 lbs, 34A tits, lean and cut, long skinny legs with tight abs, and short cut blonde pixie haircut. Dakota and Kim has been best friends from high school.

Dominance II [Sequel to my last submission] [Public Play] [Edging] [Choking]

Ashley swallowed and adjusted her knee-socks and looked around the diner. She felt a little silly in the blouse, skirt and socks but it made sense, given why she and daddy were there. As he had explained as he slipped the egg-shaped vibrator into her pussy at home, kissing her thighs softly as she squirmed and moaned:

“Daddy’s going to need ease of access if we’re going to play in public”

The diner was relatively full- a truck driver had wandered over from the nearby motel and seemed intent on causing a shortage of coffee and pie; little gaggles of students talked softly, or not so softly, in various booths. For his part, Daddy had put them at a table for two almost dead centre in the establishment. The vibrator was buzzing at a low setting, causing her to blush softly and squeeze her thighs as she tried to tell Daddy about her day over light meals:

“I…I had a very lazy day today, daddy.” She paused as a sweet little moan overwhelmed her, “I…I just lay around, listening to m-music and drawing…” she bit her lip and swallowed hard to suppress another moan. Daddy smiled softly, resting his cheek on his fist as he watched her try her best not to moan aloud:

First Partner Swap [MF][MF]

As I alluded in previous posts my wife, Clarissa, and I are not only active in the cuckolding scene, but also in the swinger/ partner swapping scene. Since multiple times people have asked for me to tell some stories from that part of our lives, I thought, I’d share the details of our first partner swap.

When a swinger’s club opened near where we live and friends of ours started to frequent the place, Clarissa and I became interested in the topic. We did some research online and talked to our friends. We even visited the swinger’s club a few times to get a feeling for the scene.

During our first visits we didn’t do much except socialize with the people, watch, play with each other and I even used a gloryhole once. We eased into it. The breaking point was, when we had sex in front of an audience. Some of the onlookers gave us tentative caresses, or touched us in the act. Having sex while being watched and being touched by strangers was electrifying. In the same vein it took courage to muster up the guts to do even that much. We have come a long way since then.

[MF] The Pickup

A little bit of background. I had just taken delivery of my new pickup truck. Now, trucks are not like they used to be. The truck I just bought has an interior that rivals a Mercedes S class, leather everywhere and a 12 inch touchscreen on the dash. The back seat is absolutely huge. It is far bigger than even my Escalade.

I pulled into the gas station in this little town in the middle of the northwoods. It had been a long drive with nothing but trees for scenery. Once nightfall crept in, things got real boring, real fast. The amazing stereo system kept me awake by filling the cab with crystal clear country music. The air ride suspension absorbed the imperfections in the road and I was really enjoying my new purchase.

I will admit I was a bit self absorbed as I filled the gas tank and I was a bit startled when a much younger lady approached me from behind, put her hand on my shoulder and exclaimed “nice truck!”.

My first night at the “theaters” [F] [Group]

Prologue: https://imgur.com/a/QnA98KW

I shared a bit about my slutty adventures recently in another sub, but what I didn’t talk about was the effect they’ve had on my relationship with my boyfriend. I think we were both surprised by how much we loved it, and it wasn’t long at all before I was inviting him to join in.

Our relationship has evolved over time into a very intense Dom/sub dynamic, and we both got off on the idea of including that in my fun with other people. I wanted him to pass me around a table like a party favor, he wanted to send me out to fuck a guy of his choice while he was at work—the dirty fantasies came a mile a minute. I may be bragging a little when I say our sex life has never been hotter.

On Saturday afternoon he sent me a text telling me to wear a specific dress for our date that night: a black sleeveless number with a front zipper that goes all the way down. That alone was enough to get me going, because we’ve been coming to refer to it as my “whoring dress” since it’s the dress I wear when I’m meeting a guy and hoping for a little public play. Clearly he had some plans for me that evening, so I figured I might as well not bother wearing underwear.