Young girl kidnapped by bandits [fFM][anal][bdsm][huml][nc][sm]

Haii everyone ;) Short author intro — I’m a 19 y/o lesbian who writes erotica, fiction, scifi, etc. I write whatever I like to fantasize about myself doing, and what I’ve done in my life. I can’t wait to share some (hopefully) fun, naughty stories with everyone!

This story takes place in a 1600s, medieval setting. Think Skyrim, mixed with the raiders of Fallout. Our story starts in a small village, in which quite a few happy families live. A young girl, not a child, but of a ripe pubertal age walks down a path leading into a clearing of trees. She is well put together — a well-formed body, a shapely ass and perky, busty tits contrast her slender body. She is pale, as are the natives of her land. She wears a white blouse, as standard for a girl in her time, not well constructed to hide her body. A clear view of her pointy nipples and busty breasts asserts itself through the thin cloth. In her time, this was not slutty, unusual, nor grotesque. Men nor women showed no concern for her accessories. In her village, it was frequent for women and those who deemed it necessary to travel fully nude.

[MF] I (28M) let my fiancée (26F) dress me up in a Disney Princess costume and fuck me with a strapon. Part 1.

My fiancée and I are into bdsm and roleplay. We’re switches with me leaning just slightly more dominant than her, but make no mistake, I enjoy submitting to her.

It began with what I though was an innocent conversation about two weeks before. She asked me “Who’s your favorite Disney Princess.” I thought about it a while and responded “Belle. Why?” She said “Just curious.” I didn’t think anything of it because we hadn’t been having a sexual conversation in the moments leading up to that question. By the time she propositioned me, I had forgotten about it.

When the package arrived, without telling me the contents or leading on what her plans were, she got a little alcohol in me at home before she cuddled with me on the couch for a bit. She asked if I was in the mood for pegging that night. I said I was and cleaned out before joining her back on the couch. She started caressing me like she does when she’s getting in the mood to take control. After a while, she told me that if I was ready, she had a surprise for me upstairs. She led me by the hand upstairs barely able to contain her excitement, but still insistent that I wait and see what was in store.

Peeping Country Retreat part 9 Final (MMFffff) [Fdom] [bdsm] [lesbian] [oral] [fantasy]

Tom’s eyes blinked as his eyes focused. He felt cold and saw an intense light that forced shut his eyes again. Dirt and gravel and grass pressed into his legs as he sat kneeling outside somewhere. Trying to stand, he felt an immediate jerk against his wrists and throat. Finally as his eyes fully adjusted he could see a large fire burned before him, and he sat outside in the forest at night on a hill he did not recognize. He looked up and saw the moon full in the starry sky.

Soon he felt a sharp sting on his upper back as nails dug into his skin and tore at him. He cried out and turned to see Iris standing over him. She smiled, her eyes gazing with an almost primordial fierceness. Her grin widened, revealing sharp fangs where before she had teeth. He recoiled and looked the other way and saw Martin slouched on his knees, his hands bound and held behind him. A heavy iron shackle clamped shut around his neck.

“Martin, hey man! Wake up, man! Wake up!” Tom thrashed in his bonds but could only move slightly.

The Perfect Sadist [MC] [MF] [BDSM]

I can’t stop thinking about what I want to do to you. I need to see your body, to smell your pussy, to taste your ass. These thoughts of you in my head are almost impossible to express in words. I need to paint you in the most beautiful watercolor painting in order to have a hope of expressing myself. I need to paint the pain and the pleasure I want to give to you. I must illustrate my need to possess you, to use you, to make you mine. Words are not enough. I am obsessed with you.

Eloquence is needed. If all I have are words then you deserve to be wrapped in the soft red velvet of my speech. The prose of a great writer is required in order to justly describe the power of our sexual transaction. What made us like this? I derive pleasure from your insatiable need to be abused by me in order for you to be fulfilled. Were you spanked too much as a child? Were you not spanked enough? Either way, I will help.

An Unexpected Party [MC] [M+F] [BDSM]

Asleep in our bed, you wake, heard a noise. Dark. I’m not in the room. Maybe you think I’ve just gone to the bathroom. Before you have time to think about it, leather gloved hand, then tape on your mouth, bag over your head. Tight around your throat. So fast. two people? You don’t know. It’s silent.

Your arms are bonded with gaffer tape behind your back, then taped to your waist. Your ankles bound similarly. One of them can’t resist a sniff of your fine pussy, but you hear a thud and a grunt as he is smacked on the head by another. your knees are bent and bound to your thighs. You feel rough hands at either end of you, a larger bag closed around you. One of them lifts you. It’s high. over his shoulder. You feel yourself carried, through the back of the house. You hear a whisper, you can’t be sure, but it’s there. Not close, but there, it whispers.

Deus ex Machina [MF]

This happened 7 years ago. I was in deep depression before it happened. My wife left me. My PhD research was going nowhere, stuck in the same place for years. No plan B. Nothing to live for. Not good.

My escape was going into online anonymous chat rooms and chatting up girls. On rare occasions, they were actually girls. On rarer occasions, I got to meet up and hook up. Even got some FWBs. Setting my standards very low helped. My only rule was unmarried and has a uterus. My other only rule was no falling in love and no getting into serious relationships.

One fateful night, I met a girl there. I thought she could be the one – the elusive hookup after just one convo. But she turned on me in the last minute and said she wanted more than one night. So one conversation turned into two, which turned into two months of online chatting, every night, all night.

Boxes Part 1 [bdsm] [MMFF] [Fsub] [Mdom] [voy]

She looked around the room again and took in the scene. People bustling around her, snippets of piped in jazz, waiters and waitresses navigating the crowded tables, drinks piled precariously high on silver platters. Suits and sparkling dresses. She adjusted her own dress. The fit was right, which had been a surprise to her, but she was not used to the cut: hem resting just above the knee, black chiffon obscuring the plunging neckline. She felt exposed, as if everyone in the room was looking at her. And they all knew why she was there.

A box had come with the dress. The box contained a tag and a card. The tag was a simple piece of copper, not much bigger than a coin. On it was engraved her name. Her new name. The one that she had been given by him. The one she had earned after he had tested her to see whether she was worth naming. She had done everything he asked, until she was gasping for air, until her face was burning, until the tears streamed freely down her cheeks. Until she ached to be filled, pleaded to be hurt. Until the lack of release made her half-mad.

Gemini & Scorpio’s Countdown sex party (some morning-after pics included) [f][m][group]

We went to [Countdown](http://www.houseofscorpio.com/) and at first expected a dud: few people there and fewer to our taste. Not every party is or can be a success, but at the start of this one we were not optimistic. Still, we persevered and soon ran into friends who we’ve not seen for a while. C chatted quite a bit and I chatted up a European couple from opposite ends of the continent who’d met in Australia and married so they could both live in the U.S. A lovely story! Especially because they both thought that they’d just fuck each other’s brains out, only to discover that they even liked each other too.

By midnight no one had made the famous, important first move. C and I were looking at each other. Where were Zena or James or Ragnar, who typically demanded sex as soon as possible (Zena in particular)? They are all bastions, no, *beacons* of sexuality whose sex skills are an example to everyone. No one stood forward so we stood forward. The room was arranged such that a dais at one end commanded natural attention. Because it commanded natural attention no one had occupied it or its two beds. Most people were coupled up but few were even kissing. I checked in with C: was she ready to go first?

[MF] A Surprise for Sir – Part 02 [BDSM, Submissive, Rough]

>This is part 02 of my story which is a continuation. For part 01, click [here]( https://www.reddit.com/r/SluttyConfessions/comments/6tgnlr/a_surprise_for_sir_part_01/).

Sir sat up against the head of the bed and lit up a cigarette. After what seemed like an eternity, I managed to lean over him and grab a sip of water. Feeling his warm skin against mine made me want more! My clit was still throbbing and sensitive. I needed closure!

I hopped over and sat on his lap, facing him. I could feel his hard penis rubbing against my pussy.

Sir once told me he was most sensitive on his neck. I decided to explore and leaned in to gently lick his neck and nibble on his ear. I could feel his penis twitching under me.

My Discipline – Part 1 [M/f] [Spanking] [Humiliation]

This is a fictional story about teen girl, and never actually happened.

My name is Heather and I have a very interesting story to tell you. You see, from the outside I seem like a very normal and typical 15 year old girl. I go to school, I am on the junior varsity volleyball team, and I get decent grades. All my teachers, neighbors, and acquaintances think I’m a model young lady. Most of the time I am, well except at home.

I am forgetful about my chores, I am terrible getting home by curfew, I give me parents sass, and fight with my younger brother Timmy more often than not. According to my parents my behavior issues didn’t really start until I was 13. They attributed the change to teenaged hormones. They were probably right. The year I turned 13 I spent an average of three weeks out of four being grounded. I had no phone, no tv, no computer. Even with as strict as it was, it didn’t really compel me to do my chores or be nicer to my brother. Since I couldn’t leave the house though, at least I wasn’t late for curfew.