Rear Entry [Mf, creep, masturbation, anal, oral]

Mark was annoyed when he got the rear door of the McNair’s house. They were good neighbors and had helped him out in the past, but he didn’t want to have keep walking over here to check for Sam’s “important letter.” He shared a backyard property line with them and had to cross some brush that inevitably scratched his hands every fucking time. But Sam said this letter had some information he really needed while he and his wife were on vacation.

He found the magnetic key box hidden under the small back porch and unlocked the door. He walked through the kitchen and living room to check the mail on the floor under the mail slot. He picked up and sorted the mail. No letter. He put the pile on a small table next to the stairs with the rest of the mail he’d picked up the last 3 days.

It was cool and drizzly outside, so he was in no hurry to get back home. Besides Margie was on the rag and being really nasty today. Maybe he’d hang out here for a bit and watch one of the college games. Sam had a much better TV than him anyway. Read more »

finally fucking [m]y [f]riend after 3 years

I met this girl Emily in summer chem during the summer of 2015. I immediately found her attractive and we vibed well and quickly became friends. We had similar music tastes, were both psych majors, both into weed culture and just overall homie material. We were both pretty shy, so we never really made a move to bring it past a friendship. Part of that was also that we were both seeing different people at different times throughout the years to come so the timing was never perfect.

Time went by, we saw each other maybe once a month and went to the occasional concert together. We were always super friendly with each other but neither of us ever made a move. I could never tell if she just wanted to be friends or actually wanted anything more. Flash forward to last summer. We were talking more and more and eventually our conversation became dirty. We started talking about sex, the porn we liked to watch, different positions, started talking about what we would do to each other. It was super hot and I had never opened up sexually to anyone as much as I had her. I told her all my darkest fantasies and we often shared pictures back and forth. We’d text late into the night and share porn with each other. I asked her if she’d ever had her ass eaten and she said no and god all I wanted was to eat her ass out and see her face/listen to her moan. It didn’t become more than that for a while though, I was still seeing someone, which complicated matters, and so while we talked about fucking each other, it didnt happen. Read more »

[FF][Blog] Date 3: The Argument

Michelle and Grace were both glaring at the check now. The two were at odds of what to do at this point in their date. Michelle had refused to pay, and Grace didn’t have the funds to.

This irritated Michelle so much that she was at a standstill. So far, she had paid for all their dates and didn’t like the feeling at all. She felt like she was dating someone who was less than her. She didn’t want to be a sugar mama; she wanted to have an adult relationship.

Grace couldn’t understand her. She had explained to Michelle that she didn’t make much money and the money she did have was used to pay bills. Grace hadn’t realized Michelle was going to bring this up during the date at all. The two were whispering back and forth before Grace finally gave in. She angrily reached into her wallet and slammed her debit card down on the table.

“Happy now? There goes some of my rent money because you wanted to have a fancy dinner,” Grace was frustrated to the point her eyes welled with tears. Read more »

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[MF] After the 2nd screening of 50 shades (Warning, rough)

Warning, this is rough, if you’re not a fan of very rough (but consensual) sex, you may want to look away.

If you read the first one you’d know that, during a screening of 50 shades my innocent on the outside but filthy on the inside ex Ashley had proposed a FWB situation during our time seeing 50 shades at the cinema. She’d then toyed around with me in the cinema before practically begging to be taken home and used roughly. Ashley liked it rough, in fact at times when we were dating she wanted it rougher than I could give, for some reason, that night I didn’t have as many qualms.

We’re standing in the hall to my apartment, “You know the drill, Red, Orange, Green”. As soon as she nods agreement I smile, grab her hair and tug her towards me, “you’re going to be used like a slut”. She groans as my hand grips her hair, the other pushes up her hoody and begins toying with her breasts. Cupping, squeezing, rolling, she loved her nipples being played with, my fingers circling them, tugging them, increasing the pressure, the amount I pull, the amount I twist. I didn’t hold back, I knew she liked pain and she certainly seemed turned on enough. My fingers let go of her nipples and reached for her skirt, pushing it and her panties down. “Get into the bedroom and take off that hoody, sluts don’t wear clothes in my house” wordlessly she complies, stumbling down the hall, hoody being discarded and hurrying to the bedroom. Read more »

The Last Submissive

As I said, my axis had tilted; I was beginning to feel more like a woman than a man. After several months of this, one Thursday night while I cuddled in bed with Mistress Hunter and we watched a late-night talk show, she dropped the bomb on me. Clicking off the TV, she flipped over on top, smiling, looking down on me fondly, her thighs straddling my waist, my cock limp under her crotch, and she said, “Paulina, I so love having you submit to me as a woman. Don’t you love it, too, darling?”

I stared into those blue eyes, that beautiful face, her gorgeous breasts plumping out of her pajamas, this primal, alpha woman of my dreams, and I replied, not untruthfully, “Yes, Mistress.” She smiled. “I’m so pleased to hear you say that. Because . . . because, dear, I’ve been searching for a submissive like you all my life, I have always wanted to turn a man into my woman and have her that way—forever. You’d be my last submissive. I want you to consider that. I know it’s a big step, darling, but I’d like you to consider a lifetime commitment, becoming a female submissive for me.” I looked up at her, speechless. Then she began stroking my cock, which strangely, for the first time in days, grew hard, hormones or no hormones. Like it was a big clitoris saying, ‘Hell yes, I want this!” Fucking traitor cock. I was putty in her hands. I stammered, “Wha.. what do you mean, Mistress? You want to always wear women’s clothing and treat me like a woman, your sissy slave?” Read more »

[FM] Public sex and Pokemon Go

When my husband and I first got together, we basically did two things. Fuck, and play Pokemon Go. We worked nights which meant it was hard to get out during the day to play, so our weekends often involved us driving to empty areas where we could walk around reasonably safely in the middle of the night.

Our favorite was a historic business square, because it was always deserted and had a ton of stops hit as we walked around. It was very open with buildings around the outside, and some grassy areas with benches in the middle. One night I was feeling especially daring, though husband didn’t know it at the time, and had thrown on a dress instead of my usual leggings.

We made one lap around the square when I said I wanted to stop at the benches really quickly. We walked into the center, and once he sat down I kneeled in front of him, reaching up to pull down his sweats. I started to suck his cock and he got hard so quickly, which was perfect because I was so turned on having him in my mouth there I needed to feel him somewhere else almost instantly. Read more »

*Woo[f]!* My Weekend as a Puppy *Woo[f]!* (Part II)

**II**

“This is going to be so fun!” I heard the voice exclaim from above me. My girlfriend, my dearest girlfriend, had pawned me off onto a relative stranger that had what I imagine a bigger pet fetish that myself. I was on the ground, my latex boy shorts sat underneath a simple belted harness that held in a faux-pup tail (one that wasn’t also a plug). A matching leather harness cross crossed my shoulders and the two silver rings in combination with the straps held up my perky tits and highlighted my nipples. This was standard puppy attire but I wasn’t aware of who decided this would be my outfit to greet my new owner.

I watched intently the brown, knee length boots as they pivoted left and right and talked to my girlfriend about her weekend plans. Eventually, the focus was turned towards me. Read more »

[FM] Becoming my Landlord’s Pet (Part Nineteen)

It was a cold friday morning, aside from the space heater trying it’s hardest to keep the cellar warm, the room was otherwise desolate. Two cupboards were long ago installed on one of the walls, and Michelle took to storing her tools for the weekend out of sight of my curious, concerned eyes. The two windows were at ground level from the outside, long ago painted over, allowing little natural light into my weekend suite. I guessed they were on the driveway side of the house, but I had no way of knowing. A metal pole was cemented into the middle of the room; a customary staple of any basement. A few overhead lights were devoid of any shade or fixture, a simple pull string swung in a circular motion when Michelle turned the nearest one on before starting on my bondage. The floor was grey, recently painted it appeared, and housed a small drain in the middle of the room. Other than a great many metal eyelets drilled into the cement walls and wooden beams in various spots, there was nothing else to observe for now. Read more »

[MF] Preparing my fiancée for a road trip (long car rides make her anxious) [personal carer fetish]

My fiancée is a spoiled brat. She gets everything she wants, except sometimes we have to go on looong car rides.

I get up early and take a bath myself, and then I get her in the bath. I wash her hair, being ultra careful on not getting any soap in her eyes, and I start rubbing her back.

After her back is sufficiently massaged, moving my hands around to her stomach I gently push and massage. She melts into me, and I continue.
Using the water, I glide my fingers up the side of her body to her beautiful breasts.

Gently massaging and squeezing, moving closer and closer to the nipples, she begins to ever so gently moan. I tease her nips more and more, then glide my hands back down her body to her pussy. I focus the shower handle hose on her clit, set to a gentle mist setting while I run around her pussy.

After I turn the water off, she gets out and I dry her. I pick her up like a baby, kiss her, and lay her down on the bed. Read more »

[MF] Casual encounter at a fetish club

Here she is, on the right. Petite, really fun-sized, and, well, you can see how she’s dressed. Her name was Sophie.

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I was on a boys’ night out in London. We booked a hotel in Covent Garden and went out nearby. My friend was keen on this fetish club so I was happy to go along with the idea. I had some gear in the back of my closet from cosplay and cyberpunk conventions. I dug out some pvc trousers and leather boots, and decided to leave my shirt at the cloakroom. I’m 6’2, with a decent enough chest and stomach – toned, athletic – to feel confident walking around like this, and the place was already hot. My buddy split and went off to cruise on his own. He’s scored in places like this before, and knows how it works. It was a newer scene to me, so I decided to just get another drink and take in the view. I’m not into watching other shirtless guys, but there were enough women in skimpy pvc and leather to keep me interested. Read more »