Waiting [F]or hi[M] after work [FM]

My Friday afternoon at working was dragging on. I flipped over my phone to see the guy I have been sleeping with has messaged me. “What are you doing tonight.” His message did not end with a question mark, making it sound more like a statement than a question. I told him my parents were coming to town later that night, but not until later. “6:30, be ready in a black bra and thong and heels. I’ll find my way up to your apartment.” I stared at my phone, shifted in my seat and hoped that no one in my office saw me. I work in a very open office space which makes receiving texts from him at work all that much more exciting.

Now, I’ve been sleeping with him for about two months, maybe once a week. He was a classmate turned fuckbuddy which is a story for another time. From the beginning, I knew he was dominant, and we’ve definitely had that dynamic in the bedroom. However, I never received a message from him so demanding and I knew that tonight was going to be different. Read more »

[MF] Not Just Another Day at School II

(They say we people think about sex every 7th seconds, more than 500 times per hour, and more than 8.000 times in the 16 hours we averagely spent awake. And this is with the exclusion of what you dream of. These 2 stories is a dedication to all those thousands of people with mutual sexual feelings you will encounter doing your life but never acts upon)

2) Her

I walked steadily through the hallway, preaching my good mornings as I passed fellow colleagues and students. I was in good time. I always was. The following night I had slept badly, or well. I had slept really well, but it had shaken me how my mind could wander. I knew my position I was a loving wife and a celebrated teacher. And the worst death sin I could possibly commit I did. Not that I was in control of it, you can’t control your dreams. At least that’s what I told excused myself with. The reality was that I thought about him while I was awake too. I thought about him when my husband made love to me, and when he entered me I imagined it was him, my student, my secret fetish, my nympho. But as I walked in the door there was only the empty crowd. “Late again,” I thought to myself. Read more »

[MF] Not Just Another Day at School I

(They say we people think about sex every 7th seconds, more than 500 times per hour, and more than 8.000 times in the 16 hours we averagely spent awake. And this is with the exclusion of what you dream of. These 2 stories is a dedication to all those thousands of people with mutual sexual feelings you will encounter doing your life but never acts upon)

1) Him Read more »

Shoe Slut – Chapter 4 [MF][Fsub][BDSM]

I really thought I could make it. It had been months since I had last spoken to Bill and I had vowed never to speak to him again. I couldn’t stand what he had done to me, the disgusting whore that he had turned me into. I had lost myself in the thrill, the passion, the filth. I knew that I couldn’t continue with Bill this way and I tried so hard to forget how he made me feel. I did everything in my power to avoid any reminders of both Bill and my shoes. I walked six blocks out of my way on my way to work every day to avoid Saks Fifth Avenue. I refused to go shopping with my girlfriends so I wouldn’t have to pass Neiman Marcus. I stopped wearing my Louboutins that Bill had bought for me. I just couldn’t look at them without feeling used and sick. But, the feeling had been building up over the last few days. A feeling of boredom, of desire. I felt like something was missing, like the spark of happiness in my life had faded and died. I wanted that passion, that fun. I wanted to wear my shoes and walk down the street showing them off. I wanted to be that shoe slut. Read more »

Shoe Slut – Chapter 4 [MF][BDSM]

I really thought I could make it. It had been months since I had last spoken to Bill and I had vowed never to speak to him again. I couldn’t stand what he had done to me, the disgusting whore that he had turned me into. I had lost myself in the thrill, the passion, the filth. I knew that I couldn’t continue with Bill this way and I tried so hard to forget how he made me feel. I did everything in my power to avoid any reminders of both Bill and my shoes. I walked six blocks out of my way on my way to work every day to avoid Saks Fifth Avenue. I refused to go shopping with my girlfriends so I wouldn’t have to pass Neiman Marcus. I stopped wearing my Louboutins that Bill had bought for me. I just couldn’t look at them without feeling used and sick. But, the feeling had been building up over the last few days. A feeling of boredom, of desire. I felt like something was missing, like the spark of happiness in my life had faded and died. I wanted that passion, that fun. I wanted to wear my shoes and walk down the street showing them off. I wanted to be that shoe slut. Read more »

Shoe Slut – Chapter 4 [BDSM]

I really thought I could make it. It had been months since I had last spoken to Bill and I had vowed never to speak to him again. I couldn’t stand what he had done to me, the disgusting whore that he had turned me into. I had lost myself in the thrill, the passion, the filth. I knew that I couldn’t continue with Bill this way and I tried so hard to forget how he made me feel. I did everything in my power to avoid any reminders of both Bill and my shoes. I walked six blocks out of my way on my way to work every day to avoid Saks Fifth Avenue. I refused to go shopping with my girlfriends so I wouldn’t have to pass Neiman Marcus. I stopped wearing my Louboutins that Bill had bought for me. I just couldn’t look at them without feeling used and sick. But, the feeling had been building up over the last few days. A feeling of boredom, of desire. I felt like something was missing, like the spark of happiness in my life had faded and died. I wanted that passion, that fun. I wanted to wear my shoes and walk down the street showing them off. I wanted to be that shoe slut. Read more »

Shoe Slut – Chapter 4 [F][STR][BDSM]

I really thought I could make it. It had been months since I had last spoken to Bill and I had vowed never to speak to him again. I couldn’t stand what he had done to me, the disgusting whore that he had turned me into. I had lost myself in the thrill, the passion, the filth. I knew that I couldn’t continue with Bill this way and I tried so hard to forget how he made me feel. I did everything in my power to avoid any reminders of both Bill and my shoes. I walked six blocks out of my way on my way to work every day to avoid Saks Fifth Avenue. I refused to go shopping with my girlfriends so I wouldn’t have to pass Neiman Marcus. I stopped wearing my Louboutins that Bill had bought for me. I just couldn’t look at them without feeling used and sick. But, the feeling had been building up over the last few days. A feeling of boredom, of desire. I felt like something was missing, like the spark of happiness in my life had faded and died. I wanted that passion, that fun. I wanted to wear my shoes and walk down the street showing them off. I wanted to be that shoe slut. Read more »

Warm Weather Makes for [F]un Tanning

About me: I’m 18, 5’8”, long wavy dark brown hair, brown eyes, petite curvy toned body, 34b tits, thick round ass, big bush on my mound but no hair around my lips or other holes.

So around a month ago we had some uncharacteristically warm weather for where I live so I used it for my favorite activity. After getting showered, I slipped on a pair of grey sneakers and calf socks, a black sports bra, and a pair of black spandex booty shorts. But underneath I slipped in my hot pink buttplug. In my drawstring bag I brought my water bottle, an apple, a nature valley bar, a beach towel, and a copy of Tom Sawyer. But in my bag I slipped in my suction cup dildo. I tied my hair in a bun and headed out the door towards the woods.

I made my way through the thicker brush and bushes as no one ever really walks around in there. Luckily since it’s still winter, it’s not incredibly overgrown and not impossible to navigate. After ten or so minutes of walking, I arrive at my destination; a clearing in the woods where a creek runs through with a small sand bar to sit. Read more »

Dominant trains SECRET STRAIGHT SISSY crossdresser.

I sit in a tiny outhouse attached to my house, it’s the size of a phonebooth and in front of me is about 2 ft of space before the door.
The tiny space is closed off with the nearby wall that is easily climbed.
I sit smoking and writing fantasies on my phone.
Panties under my clothes, scared someone is watching yet I sit and fantasize about someone finding their way to me….
Someone could climb into the tiny space and tell me to do as they say or everyone will find out about my secrets.
He would show me photos of me dressed up with lipstick on and videos of me bent over ramming my hole with a dildo.
I’d be shocked, terrified and so fucking horny, I’ll do whatever he says.
He tells me to strip down to just my panties.
I’m so scared my roommates will hear and come downstairs (it’s 2AM) and see me but I have to do as he says, he takes my over clothing and places them down.
He laughs, grabs me by the throat and says “Time for you to see a real mans cock” and then pulls his long thick cock out, it falls onto my face…covering it almost entirely.
He furiously rams my mouth and I gag hard…as I gasp for air I whisper “please stop” he said “Rule #1 I decide when to stop” then throws my clothes over the wall into a huge puddle.
He keeps ramming my mouth and my face is covered in spit and precum, he is using me ruthlessly, like a toy. I have a really bad gag reflex and he completely ignores it and uses me like a filthy slut.
He soon cums in my mouth and immediately tells me “Rule #2 always swallow” I do as he says, he stares me straight in the eyes and says “You will call me Daddy, I will call you Sissy, be back here at 2AM tomorrow, or you know what will happen” I say “Yes Daddy”
He leaves.
I’m left scared shitless but so turned on as I can still smell his cock on my face and taste his huge load, he’s thrown my overclothes away and now I’m in nothing but panties and need to get inside. I was scared but again so turned on, I could of gone in naked but I went in in my red lace panties and quietly went upstairs with a hard on the whole time.
When I got upstairs I had a message and I couldn’t believe it….I had been sent a video of Daddy ramming my throat….only moments ago.
It had a message attached saying “You belong to me, slut”.
The fact he had spied on me and taken photos of me before approaching me really turned me on and I knew it shouldn’t, when I recieved the video after being made to be his sissy slut…I was so turned on that he recorded it without telling me and is using it against me.
I shouldn’t be so turned on, should I?

Emailed this to my wife this afternoon [MF]

I sent the following email to my gal a short while ago, completely unsolicited. I haven’t heard back from her yet. I will report later what her reaction is.

Darling, here’s what I want you to think about — me kneeling between your legs on a king-sized bed. I am kissing my way up your legs, I kiss your knees, lick your thighs, gently caress your shapely legs with my lithe fingers … I kiss closer and closer as your legs spread wider for me and your hands tussle my hair. I can feel the heat radiating from your pussy as my face nears. Your musk and scent draw me closer, until my lips are imperceptibly close to yours. My hot breaths make you squirm and buck slightly. Read more »