I am tied in rope, my legs held open in a butterfly position. I am wearing black fishnet stockings with lace that hugs my thighs. A chest harness made of black rope is tight across my breasts, squeezing them together, and my nipples perky and hard. My hands are handcuffed to my headboard and my ankles are restrained to the edges of the bed. I cannot move. I am helpless as my Dom kneels above me, his cock eager and ready as he admires his handy work – proud of himself, seeing me so helpless. The red light from my bedroom lamp shines from behind him.
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The Promise to the pretty Manger is full filled (Part 5)
# The Promise to the pretty Manger is full filled (Part 5)
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If you enjoyed this collections, le me know. I have more stories to tell but only if you want to read therm.
I knew she was there and awake. She was looking at me and I am sure smiling. “Are you going to look at me or maybe give me a kiss but be warned I have carpet breath.”
She chuckles and kisses the tip of my nose and I open my eyes. I look at her and asked “Been up long?” Her “Long enough.”Long enough for what?” I asked. “You will see.”
I reach out and stroke her face and smile “Yes I will see.” She sat up and I can smell the bacon frying and I am hungry. I roll over sit up, and stand up and head for the main room following her.
“Do I have enough time for a cold shower before breakfast?” I can see she is wearing one my t shirt with the over size collar hole sliding down her should. It was very 80 chic.
[MFM] Lauren’s Fucking Fantastic double date (25F-quite long)
My date was Fucking Fantastic! After a 30-minute endorphin triggering circuit training session I dolled myself up in the gym locker room. I curled my brown hair, applied a nice complimenting nude foundation, and lavender lipstick. Earlier I chose an open back soft blue cowling bodycon dress where the hem fell to just above my knees but each side of the dress were parallel slits that went up to my hips. When the slits flared at the right angle you can easily see the shape of my ass and even get a glimpse between my thighs if you are looking just right. Along with the dress I also wore as a lacy lavender high waist-ed thong and a rose gold body chain. Combined with the dress it was easy to assume I wasn’t wearing panties at all. My heels were 8-inch black stilettos with faux gold flower accents at the strap and over my toes. I really wanted to look my best for 2 hardworking, admirable men that I had the pleasure of working for and fucking relentlessly, at different stages of our lives.
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I can’t quit thinking about it.
After this guy came in my mouth (and down my throat) he was pretty clear that he wanted me to head out so he could go to bed. I was still wet and hadn’t cum at all but he’d told me ahead of time it was gonna be a pump and dump. He was nicer about it but that’s the gist.
I put my clothes on and didn’t bother to clean up. I hadn’t worn panties over and I could still feel the lube around my asshole and between my cheeks. Riding home in the car was a whole experience Bc I was sore but also still so turned on.
When I made it home I could tell I was still limping a tiny bit but I got naked immediately and got into bed. I tried to make it last, but the combination of being used, the rough anal, and the mouthful of cum is a potent one. I had one hand playing in the lube around my asshole and sort of playing with my hole. I didn’t need to put a finger in Bc it was still twinging from the massive dick that had been in it earlier. My other hand was furiously massaging my clit.
[Ff] or [Fm] [Second Person] The Changing Room [Anal] [Oral]
This is another of my experiments with Second Person perspective. I’d appreciate feedback on how well it reads.
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You can feel the sweat clinging to your body as you stop the treadmill. It has been a long workout, and you’re feeling it. Your endorphins are still trying to cover it up… but you can feel the tiredness in your limbs and your core. You look forward to a shower, and to cooling off in the lobby. But first, you have responsibilities to fulfill. You wipe down the treadmill you were just using… and then use the same towel to wipe the sweat from your brow.
You turn around… and you see her jogging on one of the other treadmills in the room. Her name is Raven, and you met her on the first day you came to this Gym. Fitness is her religion, and she visits its temple daily. She tends to arrive for worship when you’re cooling down, and you’ve talked with her a little. She must have come in early, today.
Suddenly [mf] [piv] [anal]
Suddenly, he was there behind her, so close that she could feel him along the length of her body. As he brushed her hair aside with his hand, she could feel him kissing her now, right at the hairline of the back of her neck. She could feel his breath on her now as his hand gently pulled her hair to the side, causing her to tilt her head to the right, just slightly. Having exposed his target, he attacked. His kissing becoming stronger as he worked his way to just where her neck met her left shoulder. Deliciously he sank his teeth in and she gasped, feeling his gentle but firm love bite. As he began to suck and nibble, she couldn’t help but arch her back as her head rolled backward to where their heads were almost side by side.
His hands were moving now, sliding under her shirt up her sides, caressing the curves of her body. Sliding up and down, playfully angling down towards her hip bones and then sweeping back upward, following the line of her rib cage up to her chest. As he continued to nip and kiss along her shoulder, she felt his strong
hands engulf her breasts and squeeze. She could feel her warmth growing and realized she was standing on her tiptoes, as if his passionate embrace had lifted her whole body.
Wild Week chapter 10, Brainna’s encounter at the store.
CHAPTER 10 : Still Friday
Brianna sat at the counter, tapping her fingernails and sighing with boredom. The last customer had left 15 minutes ago and she was alone in the store. Her boss, Caroline, had left early, as she often did on Fridays, leaving her daughter Tami in charge of the little boutique. And as usual, 5 minutes after Caroline was gone, Tami left also, going to meet a guy, leaving Brianna alone to mind the store and lock up. She didn’t mind. Tami was no help anyway.
Her thoughts soon turned to last night’s dream. She had never thought of her bottom as erotic. She knew people had anal sex, but she had never even imagined herself doing anything that kinky. But ever since she had orgasmed when Mama had touched her back there and given her an enema, she had become aware of how sensitive her little butthole was. And then last night she had dreamed that Peter McNamara had actually fucked her in the behind, only he’d had Billy’s penis.
[MF, Anal, Rape] Collaring my Bitch: Part 1 (Intro)
I made collar a for her. About an inch “thick”.
The idea came to me as I was pounding her tight ass, maybe for the first time. So long ago.
I’d bent her over something, maybe the couch or a desk or the rail at the top of the stairs. Those were usual favourites to push her over when I felt like I needed free use of her body – or better when she didn’t feel like being free and I just fought her to take it. That time, she was fighting. But I had her pinned.
I fucking loved that, every time. I fucking loved her body, every time she protested but eventually submitted. When she’d fight against me as if she wanted to get away, yet her moans betrayed that her hungry cunt loved every second of my cock forcing itself inside her. Or even better, when her asshole fought with my cock, which is what was happening when I first thought to make her a collar.
Lisa and Marcie: Eyes Wide Shut
WE WERE SITTING on the couch watching Deadwood. Timothy Oliphant is Lisa’s hall pass. If I were into guys, he’d probably be mine too.
Lisa had one arm around my neck, with her other hand on my ribs and the side of her face pressed against my chest. She squirmed and touched me with her hands and face in a certain way that got my attention. “Marcie’s having a party this weekend.”
Lisa keeps me on my toes, on occasion literally. I’ve become more feminine lately, though not in the sense that you might expect because of frequent pegging. I think I’ve become better at reading and interpreting other people’s emotions, which is, fairly or not, a skill associated with women. Even in my suddenly aroused state, I knew we were going to Marcie’s party.
The idea of going to a party during the pandemic seemed unlikely to me though. How could it be safe? “That doesn’t seem very smart.”
“All the guests will be tested when they arrive. She’s got an Abbott box.”
I thought a minute. “Ok, I know what that is, but do you?”
The Erotic Adventures of Emily (Part 2) – [Cheating] [Daughter’s friend]
Part 1: https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/hxgk1t/the_erotic_adventures_of_emily_part_1_high_school/
The ride to Maddie’s house was very silent. I couldn’t stop thinking about how the person I fucked in the sex shop was my classmate’s father! Not only that, but he was also a friend of my mother’s. I didn’t know how to feel. I would be lying to myself if I didn’t say that i enjoyed having sex with him. It was on my mind all the time since that day. It helped that Maddie was on her phone for most of the ride so that I had time to take this in in silence.
When we got into the house, Maddie’s father was hospitable enough to offer me something to drink and some snacks, the usual father stuff. Maddie said she had to go use the bathroom and would be right back. That was the first time that her father and I were alone since that day (his wife was apparently at a business trip and wouldn’t be back home for the next few days).