Corrupting Corrine – Part 1 [MCtrl] [cheat] [teacher/student] [psychological] [long]

The eraser of Corrine’s pencil tapped, tapped on her notebook. It had made contact with the paper far more times than the tip over the course of the afternoon. Yet her focus was not out the window or within her own mind, but on the lecture before her.

“So I hope, as we continue through the semester, your view of the human mind will evolve similarly to how the views of psychologists have evolved over time. The human mind is not a machine. Yet it cannot be viewed entirely as a self-determining entity, either. We need to look at the pyschological, social, and physical influences on the mind before we can understand how to help a patient – we can never view the mind in isolation from these factors, never as totally independent.”

Dr. Carson, submitting to the students restlessly beginning to pack up their things as they watched the clock approach 4:30, then shut off the powerpoint presentation above. “I’ll see you all on Wednesday. Please remember there *will* be a quiz.”

Corrine’s phone vibrated in her pocket as she began to pack away her own notebook.

It’s pronounced boo-car-kay, actually. [fmmmmmmmmm][buk]

I just couldn’t help myself. I know it’s lame, and I know it’s a stupid thing to be pedantic about, but for some reason, it just really grinds me. It’s like, I have this friend on Facebook who goes completely mental when someone mistypes “there” or “their” or “they’re”, and I had a boyfriend once who would get red-faced over the “10 items or less” signs at the supermarket.

I’m not that weird, is all I’m saying. Not really.

I was standing behind another customer, in the dimly lit basement of _Dirty Dreams_ and I was half-listening to him. “Do you have, uh, any of that Japanese stuff? You know with the girl and all the guys?” He looked more or less like you’d expect. Big sweaty guy whose ass-crack was winking nauseatingly at me from the too-tight waist of his pants.

“Bukkake?” asked the clerk.

I couldn’t help it. I cleared my throat, “Actually,” I said, “it’s pronounced boo-car-kay”. The guy swivelled to look at me. He inspected me like I’d shown up at his doorstep trying to sell him religion.

He snorted, “‘Boo-car-kay’, huh? And you’re some kind of – ” he waved his hand dismissively – “expert?”

All the Power: The Rebel Queen [Str8] [MFFFFF][Mdom] [oral] [anal] [fantasy] [huml] [bdsm]

*The following story is set in the “All the Power” universe, but does not contain any of the characters from the main story aside from His Supremacy and a handful of Queen Priestesses. It’s just a scene that I wrote for fun.*

*I’ll include a link to the rest of the stories in the comments, if anyone is interested.*

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“Stay to the right of the Golden Path,” the guardian said, in a harsh tone. It was odd how, in a short time, queen Sarlotta had grown accustomed to obeying her captors.

The (probably now former) queen was ascending the massive staircase that led to the central entrance to His Sacred Palace, which eventually led to the Sacred Throne. Eventually. She wasn’t quite sure how much longer she had to go. She had already climbed hundreds of stairs, and was breathing heavy. At the top of the stairs, she stopped, and sighed. The four guardians who had escorted her here, to the Sacred Estate, stopped behind her. They were the only ones ascending the stairs.

Before them was a gigantic marble platform. The front half of the platform was filled with people, prostrating themselves towards His Sacred Palace. The back half was empty, gleaming. Sarlotta looked around.

La Dominación Femenina En El Hogar

Un viernes por la noche era el día en que ambos sumisos se les permitirían quitarse la jaula de castidad. Pasó un mes sin que ambos hombres estuvieron encerrados. No cometieron ninguna falta y cumplieron cada orden de las damas sin objeciones ni quejas. Sara tuvo una idea la cual a Julieth le encantó. Ambas damas mandaron llamar a sus sumisos a una habitación. Las damas usaban una vestimenta similar. Julieth usaba un top negro y unos pantalones de cuero a la cadera negros y botines negros de tacón mientras que Sara usaba un corsé rojo y una minifalda negra con botas de tacón negras hasta la rodilla.
Ambos sumisos tocaron la puerta de dicha habitación y esperaron, “Adelante,“ dijo una de las damas. Ambos sumisos entraron a la habitación algo ansiosos, se inclinaron con la cabeza al piso frente a su respectiva esposa. Julieth estaba sentada en las piernas de Sara. Ella tomaba de la cintura a su novia, “Bien caballeros, sabemos que están esta noche emocionados,”dijo Julieth mientras se inclinaba contra el pecho de su amante, “Y si hoy dejaremos que tengan varias erecciones y eyaculen por esta noche.” Los sumisos se emocionaron por las palabras dichas por la dama, “Pero tenemos una nueva actividad para los cuatro,” dijo Julieth mientras que Sara le besaba el cuello.
Los dos sumiso se miraron algo preocupados, haciendo reír a ambas damas, “Dado de July y yo somos novias oficiales,” dijo Sara con una sonrisa malvada, “Ustedes dos van a ser novios y amantes a partir de esta noche.” Ambos sumisos se asustaron. Los sumisos ya habían probado el sexo anal aplicado por su respectiva dama pero no esperaban llegar a tal extremo. “Pueden no aceptar pero eso solo provocaría aumentar su labores domésticas,” dijo Julieth al ponerse de pie mostrando la llave de su marido, además de aumentar el tiempo de su encierro, “dijo Sara al pasar la llave de su marido por entre sus labios de manera provocativa. Para este momento ambos sumisos ya estaban desesperados por ser liberados. A ambos les excitaba ver a sus esposas juntas y ser torturados por ambas le llegó a gustar. Además había una clausula en el contrato donde decía que estas actividades se harían en privado y era una regla que todos cumplían sin excepción. Inclusive ambas damas limitaban su contacto en la calle, “Julio miró a un preocupado John. “Lo haré solo si tú quieres hacerlo.” “Si tú lo estas, yo lo hare “dijo John. Ambos sumisos se inclinaron ante cada dama, “Si señoritas lo haremos, “dijeron los sumisos. Las dueñas se encontraban extasiadas.
Ambas damas permitieron a cada sumiso subir a la cama y cada sumiso se acostó a lado de su nuevo novio, mientras que cada dama se acostaba a un lado de su marido para poder ver la acción entre hombres. “Que esperan, dense un beso, “dijo Sara algo emocionada. Fue entonces cuando Julio tomó del rostro a John para acercarlo y se dieron un beso algo torpe. “Vamos chicos pueden hacer algo fuerte, ¡queremos ver u buen beso francés!,” dijo Julieth al tomar la nuca de su marido y ayudarlo a aumentar la intensidad del beso y ambos hombres se besaron intensamente abriendo la boca y metiendo la lengua.

[MF] Long story, fantasies revealed, switch up. Expanding our BI-sexual horizons [fetish, bdsm, restraints, edging, toys, story] (no-sex / part 1 of *)

TL;DR: This story turned out longer and different than originally anticipated. Please excuse grammar and lack of context. This is really just the beginning of many, many stories. If you guys liked this, let me know if you wanna hear(read) how the rest of that night went.

quick bio/background I guess… I’m a 30yo WM (Bi-Semi) in an open relationship with a 38yo WF (Bi-curious) and our sex life started great and as continually evolved. Prior to the events this story tries to revisit, we have been known to indulge in light to heavy restraint and choking, light discipline and role play. While we are in an open relationship, its not often we involve anyone else (outside of a few concerts and weekend vacation). All that to say… Lets call her “Ashley”, and I will be Kyle. We’ve had a fantastic sex life, over the passed 2 years it only seems to be getting better and better. She has explored every (mostly actually, I suppose) inch of me, I’ve tasted every inch of her and love teasing her with my lips and feeling her quiver on my tongue.

[MF] Merry Christmas – Part 1

Well, I promised to update you guys if things happened over the holidays with Ally and her mom Cynthia, and…well…they did. Not to the extent that some were hoping though, no threesomes, but still some exciting times, and some possible movement towards what someone before called a “Sportsman’s Double”

Like before, at the behest of those involved, the names have been changed. Out of respect for the readers, the rest has been told exactly as it occurred (or as best as I can remember).

So, Ally and I had intended to spend most of our time home together, her not even getting a hotel room because ”We’ll be too busy in yours” she said, but I arrived a day early to, well, try and fuck her mom again. What can I say, I’m a man. Ally still has no idea at this point that I had hooked up with her mom, but Cynthia was a lot less inhibited on that subject than I initially thought. In the weeks between Thanksgiving and Christmas we had been sexting, and she was trying to show me how much better she was at certain things than she thought Ally was, like deepthroating a dildo I had sent her (they really have everything on Amazon, and prime eligible too), and then even trying to stick it in her ass. I let her believe that Ally and I hadn’t done anything like that (I mean, how do you tell a mother that her daughter is a little anal whore?), and was egging her on to get it deeper and deeper, saying she’d need the practice.

The Rural MILF: A profile [F]

Hunting, gardens, and big picture-perfect houses were the image of neighborhood; In a spring time environment, fresh air with a sweet nature smell; and along with these images, a well-tempered family of four. That last detail was not the case for Ms. Lauranne.

Divorced, kids grown up and left for college far away at famous schools; Not much of a fan of hunting, leaving just the gardening; Hater of news and modern television, leaving only reading, and a somewhat painful silence in the large rooms and halls. An empty nest, with not much hope for more life.

And still there was Ms. Lauranne, clearly fit for more love and a family if she would chose, even as unlikely as that would be.

So she begins to act different, as all do when seperated from society and social interaction. She becomes less private, goes just a bit longer before changing from the robe post-shower. Doesn’t lock the door quite as often. Craves more ‘fringe’ content on the internet, especially during private time, which has turned more or less, into all the time.

[NSFW] My First [MM] Massage

I’ve posted this before on other subreddits, but this is my edited version.

Well, I think that many a man has found surprise pleasure from another man stroking his cock. I remember years ago I was very curious…and horny. Living in a large metro area at the time, I consulted either Craigslist or Backpage…can’t remember.

I found a man (masseur) offering massages. By the way he worded his ad, I figured that I’d be getting a Happy Ending. I arrived at his place, he told me to disrobe and if I wanted to cover myself with a towel I could. I chose not…

Lying there on my stomach, honestly, I was already fucking hard with anticipation! He came back in with just his bikini shorts on. He started on my neck, shoulders, then my legs and butt…the usual. He then began talking about how, A lot of men enjoy having their perineum massaged. You know, the spot between the your balls and the anal opening.? He then began gently yet firmly massaging me there. OMG!!!

Master gave me his collar. [F]

Hi! i’m not very good at making these posts but i’ve posted here before about previous experiences i’ve had and i’m currently in uncharted water for this and i’d like a way to express myself.

Anyways, a little backstory I’m not new to the idea of being dominated but i’ve been interested in exploring that side more. Unfortunately, i’ve never been in a situation where i’ve felt fully comfortable with anyone to explore the crazy things that pop into my head sexually. Not until master came along (we’re trying out me referring to him only by Sir, Master, or Daddy to break my habits in the play room). He proposed it as submission being a gift and requiring lots of trust which i liked. He wanted to take things slow and see if we were a good match and told me he takes training a sub seriously. We’ve talked about rules in public, rules in the play room, being attentive to needs not just in the bedroom, and he’s explained to me with tons of clarity the types of expectations he would have while giving me time to explain mine. This was important to me because i’m not just looking for kinky sex. We’ve spent a few nights getting our feet wet so to speak exploring.

The longest sext I have ever written [mf(?)]

Hey I haven’t posted here yet and couldn’t access this sub from mobile for some reason, but I wrote a text to my friend describing how I want to degrade him and fuck him like a girl. I only sent him the first couple paragraphs and he said it was good and I should write more, so I figured I’d share it and get some input. Should I write more erotica? Lemmie know, and thanks :)

EDIT: Should mention I’m a trans guy and he’s a cis guy. Hey Dale if you’re reading this Hi. That’s not his name but.

(Kinks, if that matters: Crossdressing, genderplay, anal play)

I want to kiss you slowly and take my time exploring your body with my hands. I want to take off your shirt and worship every inch of your fantastic, gorgeous body- softly kissing and caressing, stroking, groping. Your body, mine to worship for just this moment, and appreciate every sexy inch. I want to stroke and grip your thighs under your skirt as I force my tongue in your mouth and feel how soft your legs are. I want the pleasure of sliding that skirt off your hips to expose your panties. And what cute panties, shame they’re coming off in a bit. They look so good on you, make you painfully irresistible.

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