Have read and re-read the Kyng Kooba stories so many times and still absolutely love them
But now wondering if anyone knows what happened to him? Or if there are any other writers who do similar?
And feel free to PM to chat about the stories too
God I miss you. [FM]
I miss how you smell when you jump on top of me. That musky smell, like your cologne and just… you… it smells so right…like my body has been waiting for you, forever. It’s only been a little while but when you walk past me, I think about how good you’ll feel in me. How I want you to throw me down, pull my hair and fuck me as hard as you can. But I also want to be on top of you. I want to ride you like no one has ever ridden before. I literally crave your body against mine.
I love it when you pin me. When your strong hands hold my hip and my wrists and gently press yourself into me. You’re hard. Your hands hold me down, harder. I’ll bruise. I love knowing I’ll have that reminder of you. You have no idea how often I dream of this. I’m naughty, but safe with you. I crave you. I love that body against me.
[MF] Happy new year
It is time to share this memory. It has been awhile, but one I won’t forget.
A good high school friend, Jen, had gone away for college. We had always been in the same general group of friends in high school and always got along well. For whatever reason not much happened between us then. She’s certainly pretty. Curvy, average height, long thick hair, with an outstanding ass, no shortage of breasts, and so confident. Yeah, its safe to say I had some interest. So for a few years it was the usual see each other during the holidays and other random times of the year.
One new years one friend in our usual group was having a house party. Nothing particularly crazy that night, just some drinking and some fun. So fast forward to the later in the night as we all finally decide its time for sleep. Jen, myself and another of our friends, Kate took a bedroom that was empty for the night as that person went to her boyfriends. Kate turned in a bit earlier so was sound asleep by the time Jen and I came up. I took the floor at the foot of the bed to let Jen split the bed with Kate.
The Devil Wears Red Silk (Chapter 1) [FM] [Fdom] [Msub]
Chapter 1
“Do I make you nervous?”, she asked, knowing full well that his carotid artery was throbbing incessantly against the thin skin of his neck.
She stood behind him as he sat in a velvet-lined wooden chair fit for a bar instead of this place. Her eyes forward, she saw herself in the stained mirror as well as her well-kept pet. She was enveloped in red from her decollete to her strong, yet feminine ankles. Her suit was sewn from the finest satin, curling and twisting around her slender frame until reaching her firmly starched collar. She wore a black tie and black patent leather boots reflecting the dim light against the mirror.
“No,” he calmly said, desperately trying to get his heartbeat under control as he knew she could feel his fear from 10 feet away.
What he saw in front of him was not reality. It was a twisted, writhing, pulsating picture that would be his only sight for the foreseeable future. He was nervous alright. He felt a constant urge to run his fingers through his sandy blonde hair or crack his knuckles. How badly he wanted to cross and uncross his legs, but they were strapped to another pair of wooden limbs.
She was as tall as a skyscraper dripping in blood, encasing every window and balcony with a reminder of her reputation. She looked through her abyss-black bangs with transparent green eyes into the mirror and back into his own. The mirror distorted her in the best way possible. She was a giant, a beacon of power, just the way she liked.
Step. Click. Step. Click. Step. Click. Step. Click. Step. Click.
With each step her scent became stronger and stronger. Ginger, bergamot, and musk slithered ever closer until he heard the satin of her suit slide against itself as she bent down. In the mirror, a straight line of blue-black hair and rosy-pink lips lowered themselves in the right angle between the shoulder of his blazer and the trunk of his neck.
“I think you are nervous, James.” She purred. “In fact, I know you are.”
With one quick motion she licked his neck from his collarbone up to his ear which she satisfyingly sank her teeth into. Her left hand slipped up his left arm, over his shoulder, and found its place gripped around his unassuming neck. His heart rate boomed through his chest as she held his life in her red-tipped fingers.
“Well, well, well. Your pulse is a little high, 114 beats per minute to be exact.”
“What do you want from me?” James said, breathlessly.
“I want you to be my pet for a bit, my toy.” She grinned, kissing his right cheek as she bore holes in his irises through the mirror.
James strained against the leather restraints, slowly creating bands of irritated skin around his wrists and ankles. He really didn’t have a choice here, did he? She had a grip on his life, literally and figuratively. As her red-tipped fingernails dug slightly deeper into his throbbing neck, he was reminded of her control over him.
[Mf]Skull fucked[BDSM][agressive]
I had just gotten home and was going through my backpack, emptying it of its contents–mainly my chargers and laptop–when he came through the door. I had left it unlocked, knowing he was coming.
I straightened and greeted him. “Hel-hello.” I stuttered. He had a preditory look in his eye. He closed the door and stalked after me, not saying a word. I backed away from him a few steps nervously “what..what are you..” I trailed off as he reached for my throat. He grabbed me by the front of my neck and pulled me forward, kissing me roughly. He was feeling agressive today.
Before I could think further, he had me on my knees, a hand in my hair.
I whimpered, and he forced my mouth against his cock. I hadn’t seen him pull it out. I quickly pulled it into my mouth and sucked on it. Or, I tried to, anyway.
He grabbed me by my hair–his favorite handhold, apparently–and fucked me in the mouth, bobbing my head up and down. I had bow control. He didn’t stop until I gagged.
Thankful For The View [MF] [Exhibition] [Voyeur]
Thanksgiving dinner parties can be a real blast! Everyone has a good time and as you can expect plenty fun drunk interactions. This Thanksgiving wasn’t any different, with the exception of our new guest Juliet. Juliet is 19 year old dirty blonde with large tits, long slender legs, full of energy and exudes sexuality specially when she’s had a few drinks. She was dressed extremely conservative that night which isn’t her usual style to my disappointment. She wore dark jeans with short leather boots and a fitted white sweater that show the edges of her bra. Always a bonus with her since she’s ridiculously busty. Juliet is dating my girlfriends little brother Matt, they have been dating for 2 years now and she’s become part of the family. I honestly don’t know how this kid got such a beautiful woman, she’s certainly out of his league. They are local college students so we get to see a lot of Juliet, specially summer since they have a pool. I’ve always found myself staring hoping for a nip-slip or something but haven’t had any luck. She isn’t shy about exposing her body with small bikinis that somehow barely cover her tits but never slip off. I’m certainly not the only male of the family checking her out which makes me wonder if she notices it.
Hiring a Sexy Korean High End Escort for a Weekend Getaway [Mf] [oral] [anal] [mast] [pee] [prost]
I’d been single for about four months and just started to get out of my funk when a friend told me the best way to get over someone was to get underneath someone else.
I’d been in this relationship so long, I had no understanding of the new dating apps, but I figured them out and downloaded a few. But as I combed through the photos, I felt tremendous sadness.
I couldn’t get over the breakup. Every woman looked like Angela. Everyone smiled like Angela. I couldn’t do it.
That’s when someone told me to hire a high end escort and explain the situation as clearly as possible. The point of an escort wasn’t just for sex. The point was to get out and have a wild night.
So, I went online and I found an escort who looked nothing like Angela. I found Samantha, an Asian woman, possibly Korean, with a small but nice body and messaged her.
After the end of my email, I realized I sounded like a hot mess. But Sam would understand, right? That was her job.
[MF] – fucking my sister’s best friend with my family asleep upstairs
I first met Heather at a house party my freshman year of college, her junior year. She and my sister, Kristen, had joined the same club their freshman year and were inseparable from that point on. Our first meeting was relatively uneventful but it gave me a good idea about the type of person Heather was. She was flirty but in a way that she made it clear it was nothing more than fun banter to her. Certainly, if she had any attraction to me any time we saw each other over the next year, she didn’t show it.
For those that like visuals, Heather was short. If I had to guess, she was under 5’2″. Maybe 115-120 lbs. While she wasn’t toned, everything was perky and fit her just right. Tits that were the perfect handful and a bubbly ass to boot. She definitely tanned year round considering sun was is short supply during the fall and winter months where we went to college. Brunette hair that went down to her shoulders. For you ladies reading, I have a post on ladybonersgw that you can find in my profile.
When Do I Start? [f] [MFF]
I was 19 years old and in college when this adventure started. I was broke and looking for a job whenever a family friend suggested to my mother that he knew someone who was looking for a live in babysitter, since it was suggested by someone I trusted, I decided it was worth checking out. I had text with the wife back and forth, and she invited me to dinner at a very nice restaurant with her and her husband (with them footing the bill) and I quickly agreed. That was the night I met Tom and Denise Howardson.
My First Forced Gangbang
“I’ll be home soon Paige. I expect you to be waiting and dressed in what I laid out for you when I get there. Tonight is going to be fun.”
A simple text message is how the night started; my boyfriend was out at the pub with his friends Sam and Connor, and he text me to tell me he would be home soon. Owain is a tall, skinny man with shaggy brown hair and an absolutely gorgeous smile. Connor is about the same height and looks like the kind of guy you wouldn’t want to mess with, large and covered in muscle. Sam is a short black man with buzz cut hair and the kind of eyes girls go crazy for.
Earlier that day, Owain had promised me a night of absolutely incredible sex, and laid out a few things for me to wear. What’s exciting is what he left for me. On our bed I found a sexy black lingerie top which barely covered my 38DD tits and the underwear to match, as well as a brand new o ring gag designed to hold my mouth wide open, and lastly a pair of handcuffs. I could feel my pussy dripping as I put everything except the handcuffs on and stepped over to the mirror to see how I looked. Standing at just over 5’7, the tiny bra and panties didn’t leave much to the imagination, but they really helped to show my curves. With the lingerie accentuating my body and the o ring gag in place causing me to drool, I looked hot!