My Femdom wife and I have just returned to our house after a lovely dinner. It is still early in the evening and I have no idea what she has in store for me. As I close the front door she whispers in my ear that she is going to get changed and that I should pour her a glass of Pinot Grigio. “Bring the wine into the living room, disrobe completely and assume the position,” my femdom instructed me. “Stand with your legs slightly apart and fingers interlaced behind your head for your inspection,” she said.
I find her wine in the fridge and pour her a glass. Returning to the living room I set down the wine and undress, wondering if I should take off my boxer shorts and reveal my hidden secret. I had decided to put on my cock ring before our dinner knowing that I would be too hard to get it on once I was in her presence. Throwing caution to the wind, I decide it would be best to follow her instructions and disrobe completely, fearing harsher punishment if I didn’t. My Femdom Goddess returns, seductively walking down the stairs making sure I see her thigh-high stockings and garters gliding out from underneath her silk robe. Her stocking and garters are black with black high heels that accentuate her lovely legs and taut ass. Her robe is tied at the waist, and her breasts are high, as if they are being pushed up just waiting for me to suckle her hard nipples through the black silk. “I see you can follow some direction, my pet!” As she turns the corner of the staircase she can see my cock ring and her seductive attitude hardens into a scowl of disappointment. “Did I instruct you to put on any sex toys?” She hisses…
“No Mistress!” “Did you assume that I wanted that ring on you? Or did you want it on for your own pleasure?”, my Femdom said. I start to reply when she holds up her hand and says ‘Silence!” Walking behind me, she pushes her silk encased body against me and reaches around with her hands pinching and stroking my chest and nipples. Her right hand suddenly swings swiftly down and smacks my rock hard cock making it bounce down to my thigh and back up to my belly.
A Little Green (first short story) [mf]
She wasn’t old enough. At least that’s what she kept telling herself. He was nearly twice her age. And her boss. But today she would try. She deserved it.
Pulling into the parking lot, she saw the sedan that made her grin. There was a chance she could be in his office before he came in for lunch. Hurrying up the stairs, she nodded at the secretary as she walked by. At least she’d been recognized. A short time span as night janitorial staff had its perks.
Her shorts were short – cutoff just above the pockets; you could count her change. Her pale legs were barely tinted by the new summer sun, and you could see the edges of her backside when she bent down to tie her low top Chuck Taylor knock-offs. She had chosen green underneath her clothes. It accentuated her soft skin tone and brunette hair.
Her knock on the door went unanswered. She opened the door, walked in, and leaned against the edge of his desk.
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A Little Green – my first erotic short story [mf]
She wasn’t old enough. At least that’s what she kept telling herself. He was nearly twice her age. And her boss. But today she would try. She deserved it.
Pulling into the parking lot, she saw the sedan that made her grin. There was a chance she could be in his office before he came in for lunch. Hurrying up the stairs, she nodded at the secretary as she walked by. At least she’d been recognized. A short time span as night janitorial staff had its perks.
Her shorts were short – cutoff just above the pockets; you could count her change. Her pale legs were barely tinted by the new summer sun, and you could see the edges of her backside when she bent down to tie her low top Chuck Taylor knock-offs. She had chosen green underneath her clothes. It accentuated her soft skin tone and brunette hair.
Her knock on the door went unanswered. She opened the door, walked in, and leaned against the edge of his desk.
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Student/Teacher Relations Part 2 [mF] [inc]
The class quietened down and students quickly shuffled to their seats as the sound of Ms Jessica Lee’s high heels approached from the corridor. She entered, and walked over to her desk with such natural grace that no suspicions were raised that she had a toy wedged firmly in her butt. I knew it was there, of course. I had inserted it myself this morning, and I knew my sister well enough to know that she couldn’t resist playing along.
As the class started opening their books and preparing for the lesson, I faked a bored expression on my face as I internally studied her movements. She seemed just as she would be on any other day, but I noticed a slight flush in her usually pale cheeks. She was wearing a long blue skirt and a yellow shirt today, with her hair tied up in that scholarly fashion. Realizing I was daydreaming for too long, I causally opened my books as well. “Jake,” she said to the boy next to me, “You can start by giving us the first answer.” As the class went on, I half expected her to ask me a question, but to my surprise she seemed more restrained than usual, She ignored me completely.
After the Gym Pt. 2 [mmm] [anal] [exh] [Msub] [cuck] [mast] [oral] [swing] [bi] [gay]
I think the answer must have literally spilled out of my mouth – or at least my body language properly reflected a resounding ‘yes.’
Jeremy was smiling now too, “Man,” he said, “awesome. Lemme just send Michael a text and tell him you’re coming over?”
“Uh,” my heart was already pounding, and my legs felt a bit numb from the work out, and I sort of sat down on one of the benches lining the outside of the showers, “yea man yea.”
“You good?” Jeremy asked, stepping into the locker room briefly to fetch his phone.
“Just excited,” I laughed, “and tired.”
He popped back into the room and sat down beside me on my right.
“I sent him a text, we’ll wait a bit and see if he replies,” Jeremy said, looking at my cock. I could see precum already drizzling out of it steadily. “You’re *really* excited.”
I laughed, “what gave it away?” I felt a bit short of breath and felt I couldn’t have stood even if I tried – my whole body was tense with anxious energy, but in a good way.
There are people you meet [MF]
(A few people PM’d asking if I had any other stories and if I’d post them. This is one I used to share privately. It’s about a year old by now. Sadly, it doesn’t come with pics ;)
A few months back, I posted a couple photos of myself on Reddit, then got a message from a girl who lived in the South. We got to chatting and it turned out she lived in a city with a famous aquarium. I was going to be in the region a couple weeks later, so I swung by her hometown to see the fish and hang out for a little. We hit it off and, well, the details of that trip are for another post.
[MMF] Me and Married Couple. ANAL Wife turns out to be very naughty and sneaky.
I had probably the hottest sex of my life last night with a married couple. Met on CRaigslist and hit it off through emails and was lucky enough to be chosen to meet them. Well actually they asked me to host but wanted to meet at a bar first to make sure I was the same guy, not crazy, etc. They were in town for the holidays and leaving today I think.
He was straight, as am I, he just wanted to watch his wife with another man and join in. We exchanged pictures and she had a pretty smoking body. I’m not usually into plain looking soccer moms, but when it’s something dirty like a craigslist threesome hook up, it kind of seemed hot to me for her to be an undercover slut. She had an amazing ass, b or c cup tits, but from the neck up looked like the kind of woman that would volunteer for the PTA and drive a minivan. She wasn’t ugly, just looked way too wholesome to be doing this lol. That turned me on but scared me a little that she might be really shy or nervous. He also sent his pics (for some weird reason). I don’t have a huge cock but I was substantially thicker than him and in better shape. Not like it’s a competition but it helps with the confidence lol.
After the Gym Pt. 1 [mm] [bi] [gay]
Steam from the shower room always hit’s like a vapor. This late at night there’s rarely anyone at the gym so I don’t feel too awkward staying in and showering. The alternative is to freeze my ass off at a bus stop at -20 degrees Celsius only too stew in my own sweat on the 30 minutes bus ride home.
Had it been a busier night, like on the weekend, I’d have taken the journey. During the week however, to many people working square in the morning usually leave the gym by 10, and those left are those of us working afternoons or not working at all. I was the latter, hopping from casual position to casual position and trying desperately to ward off boredom by filling my off time with anything. These things included gaming, jerking off constantly, and going to the gym.
Now, I’m hardly what you’d call a ‘gym rat.’ My whole life I’ve been blessed with a fast metabolism and a low competitive drive, so I’d never really been one for self improvement. Standing at 6’4″ as an adult, I was fairly slim but didn’t have a lot of muscle to me. After my last break up and seeing the guy my ex girlfriend had ended up with, I decided I needed to do something to boost my self-image and confidence. Filling out my figure ought to be the thing, I thought.
Playing with a box of toys [FM]
As I mentioned in my last post, Christmas was proving to be a frustrating time for me, with no time to myself compounded with looking in on my sister having a great time which only left me more irritable and horny and looking for a release. No surprise then that I found myself spending a bunch of time browsing Craigslist in the hope that something interesting might emerge to pique my interest… and eventually found something local that very much did that.
So, the following afternoon I headed out to the house “to see a friend” (telling said friend that she was a cover story, and where I was really going), borrowed one of the family cars and headed off onto the motorway. Not too much further down the road, I pulled off – not at a junction, but into a service area with a hotel attached to it. The car park was a nightmare – packed to the rafters – but I managed to find a space after a stressful few minutes and parked up. Pulling out my phone, I sent a text message, and after a brief wait got a room number in response. Sending a message to my friend to let her know I’d arrived, I hopped out of the car, headed into the hotel and into the lift to the second floor. After nearly heading the wrong way down the corridor I got my bearings, arrived at the door and knocked hesitantly on it. Initially there was no response, but as I was about to knock louder the door swung open and a face I recognised met my gaze. He was in his early-40s, balding and tall, with a somewhat stern gaze which cracked with a smile as he saw me.
Downing Abbey – Chapter 2
**(Lucas)**
‘You won’t believe what Garrett has been up to,’ Jillian said. I shook my head when I heard that name. Garrett. Not dad. *Never* dad. In fact, I don’t even remember the last time any of us called him anything but his first name. All things considered, it beats what we want to call him: Pain in the ass.
Mondays usually began with three coffees sugared to give a toddler pre-diabetes, but I haven’t had the time to eat my melting scone, much less go for coffee. Where the fuck is that office assistant? It’s not even lunchtime yet but I’ve already watched one client rip journalist asshole on national television while forty-five minutes was devoted playing therapist to another on his fourth failed marriage. This shit wasn’t Law and Order.
‘Nothing surprises me anymore about him, but try me,’ I sighed. I noticed the mountain of files Simco was trying to drown me in at the corner of my desk, and it looked like Chinese takeout in the office at midnight.
Again.