“Good morning stud you want me because I want you” as I run my hands without trouble down his chest and to that bulge. I sure know how to get my babe going. Robbie leans back and moans which is even sexier. He wiggles that ass at me again and after grabbing at it he pushes me up against the counter. We both stroke the others cock and hardness is achieved. We go to the couch and decide on our favorite sixty-nine. Once the swallowing is done its cuddle time. “That was hot babe dam I can have this whenever I want if only you were here every day.” I kiss my man and tell him “My door is open for you; I do recall someone surprising me and making me his bitch yesterday.” He smiles at that and then King jumps on us and gives puppy kisses.
“Whats on the agenda today” I ask as we eat our toast and eggs. Robbie tells me he must work dispatch till twelve when Betty gets back. “She is on leave because of carpal tunnel surgery, but she’s coming back part time.” He tells me Lane will be here this afternoon and we all meet at the theater about three. After kissing him goodbye I take King for a run by the bay to wear him out. Lane calls and says “We will be on the ferry pick us up” I tell him who is we and I took the ferry without car or bike last night. He swears and then says he will take his truck. A worn-out dog at home and I made a sandwich for lunch. After changing my clothes Brian shows up to take me to the theater. “Hey squirt how are things” I tell him about Robbie’s surprise visit and ask if he got the pictures. He says he did, and we wait for Robbie at the theater. Lane and Kitty pull up and I introduce her to Brian. She looks great in jeans, wrap shirt and boots. “Look good kitty but whats up with the giant bag” she says she never leaves without it, so there.
Robbie opens the door, and we get inside the place is busy today because the kids have the day off from school. Kitty uses the bathroom then stands out in the lobby while we all talk some shop. “Mom look its Jenell Harris” Heather says “Honey Jenell Harris is dead, ok here we go.” Lila runs up and asks, “Excuse me are you Jenell Harris” Kitty smiles and says, “No sugar I’m Kitty, Jenell Harris was my mom” she shows Lila a picture “I get that a lot mom and I are spitting images, she passed away 3 years ago from a brain aneurism.” Heather apologizes but Kitty says its fine and Lila tells her that her dad likes Jenell Harris and No Trouble from you was his favorite. Robbie calls “Kitty its time to get in here.” Kitty says she wanted a blue icee and Robbie asks the counter kids to make one and bring it in. Lila hugs her uncle and says goodbye “Nice to meet you Kitty you are very pretty” she says thank you and gets the icee. “Now that everyone is here let’s get the party started” Brian pulls up the plane footage and some drone shots.
“Brian right” Kitty says he tells her yes “I’m the cuter brother whats up” she eyes him and says “Scott is my pretty boy but yes you are cute I see something here” she points on the screen. She tries to make the image bigger, but Brian says he has this “One more time and again” she says. We all see it “Lane come see this we might have him dead to rights” I am getting all giddy. Lane takes the pic and calls chief Nolan. I tell Kitty how Robb has been in on this and now we can bust his ass “Good spotting Ms. Harris” she gives me some side eye. We chat about the ferry ride over here “Yeah Lane wanted some ass grabs for old time sake, so I gave him some.” I said “Excuse me you and Lane” she tells me not in that way he would come watch her dance and get some private ones. Occasionally she would offer some extra stuff. I was dumbfounded but then we all got the alert on the phone “Ok Kitty lets go last ferry out for tonight we will see everyone tomorrow night I will email details.” They went off and I saw the skies its looking very stormy.
Robbie and I get to the base because the ladies and he are doing a gig for the Coast Guards birthday. “What about King” I ask. He tells me Heather and Lila picked him up and he will be fine over there. He asks me to hold his tablet because Aunt Lee is going to Facetime and watch him sing. I hold it and he announces to the crowd “My Aunt is watching from Christ Church, and I want to sign the next verse for her” I do that, and he gets to sing/sign the verse and chorus of head games. We all get to chat. See the playlist for the wedding too both wedding couple have a list of songs that everyone knows. Then the Base Commander (my dweeb brother) starts handing out promotions. Frank got promoted to Lieutenant Commander Gordon. After congratulations we all get home before the storm rolls in. The ladies were staying on the base in guest housing, so Robbie and I called Heather. She took a pic of Lila and King sprawled on the couch watching West Side Story. After getting home Robbie puts on those sexy undies I like. I grab my pair I have over here, and we get some serious loving on.
My man tastes so good as his cock slides down my throat and once, he is rock hard. My ass gets chewed and he pounds me till he has a massive orgasm. “I love you so much Scott, I want you all the time, my man my cock.” I kiss him and tell him “Suck me stud you ass will be pounded. My man, my ass” I face fuck my man and nearly explode. “I want that ass but dam you know how to suck some dick.” I eat his ass and make him moan which only gets me harder. I spank him and he says my name (boy do I have him trained, in a clever way). My cream fills his sexy ass, and we snuggle on the couch, kissing then talk about the upcoming wedding and bachelor party. We get in bed, and he has the demand to be the big spoon and I give in. “Your two inches shorter how can you be the big spoon.” I get my ass pinched and giggles get going. “I love you Scott” I tell him “I love you Robbie” and in the next few days that love will keep me going.
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Rose of two Thorn’s: Scott 141-145 RVS & Dream Master (FF MM MF MFF MFM BDSM Anal Bondage Toys)
“Yes, she called me, and we meet on the sidewalk.” I tell Lane and Chief Nolan the rest of the story. “The service will be Saturday at the Church of the God of Dick, hey a gay man a at dick church. He had been going there for years.” Chief Nolan tells us, and I text Robbie and Brian before I go. “One more thing Scott here are your dress blues, you should honor him and his service.” Lane says he will drop them off for me because I am on the bike. Now its time to get to work and coordinate the rest of the wake for Friday evening.
Thank goodness for Devon and his Marcus because they reserved the club and got food and drink. “Good morning, Miss Grant” she hugs me and says, “I heard about Barry from Jack I am so sorry is there a service.” I tell her about the wake we are having and the service at the church, after this evening I will have more information. The students file in and are quick thank goodness I am starving and in need of lunch. “Marie whats cooking today” I ask as she comes out of the kitchen. I get a great big Marie hug and she tells me “Chicken tacos, Vegetable soup, and our sandwich collection.” I go with the tacos, and she gives me a third one because she likes me. “Devon and Marcus are getting the wake together for Friday at the club.” Marie asks of his body will be there “No he did not want that so it’s just us celebrating his life, after the service he will be taken to San Diego where his family is buried.” We ate and swap Barry stories before I get back to the office.
I have been summoned to Kitty’s club so after work I get freshened up in the staff bathroom then its on the bike to Busty Bay. “Hey pretty boy come on up I am by the bar I’ll be up soon.” I see her bar cart there and pour myself a shot of Clit juice (think white tequila). “Well, someone needs liquor to do me” I grab her hot sexy ass and tell her “No but its been a rough two days but licking you pussy will help me feel better.” I pull up her skirt and push aside her thong, her taste is amazing and really gets me going. She strips and grabs salt, clit juice and a lime “Do a body shot Scott.” I feel like I am back in collage again, but I do that I lick the salt and lime off her stomach. After the foreplay I get my cock licked from tip to balls “God yes kitty you make me rock hard, I hope you are ready I need to pound that butt.” I put her in front of me and chew that ass, then mix it with her creamy pussy juice. She bends over for me, and I slam that ass, pounding her till she came. I was not done yet, so I spank her and say “Ride me you slut” I smack that ass and she bounces on my dick. Then I blow my load in her sexy ass. “We both needed that pretty boy; I know about Barry, and I just heard Louie got busted. I know he was an ass, but he did take a beat down half breed and turn her into something.” I kiss her and hold her against me. “You are a gorgeous woman don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.”
She thanks me and I ask her “Who took this picture the one of the beach I have been curious for a while.” After she puts her thong back on, she tells me “I did it’s the beach over in San Juan Del Carmen in Belize.” I tell her the photography skills are amazing she tells me thanks for the complements and the fucking. She makes me do a sobriety test before I leave “I am good to go I will get straight home and text you.” I get a hug and some ass grabs before I get going. I barely put the key in the ignition when Lane calls “Yes what can I do for you” he tells me dinner is sandwiches from cock and balls “We need to discuss some things so head home. I ask him how he knows where I am he says, “Look at the traffic cams in the intersection.” I get home and change my clothes before he gets there. I open the door and tell him “I was tempted to flip the camera off but thought about it first.” He laughs and I get tea our for us to drink. “Cheers to Barry he was one hell of a guy” we cheers and eat before he tells me the plan.
“Now that ISB busted Louie he is flipping on people to save his ass. I talked to one of the ISB guys. Looks like our old friend Robb is the brains behind the trafficking operation. Louie provided funds Robb did all the dirty work. Tomorrow afternoon we need to go to Blonde to have a meeting of the police minds. You and Robbie need to keep it professional.” I tell him I love his sexy chin dimple, those blue yes and the man parts. Lane pretends to gag but I tell him. “Yes, we know how to keep it professional.” After he leaves, I get the wake update and walk over to Vivian who happens to be on the porch this nice fall evening. “Hello, I got wake information we have the club room from 6-11pm so plenty of time for celebrations.” She tells me both her and Jack will be there they had known Barry for years and were sorry to hear how he passed. I also tell her about needing to go to Blonde in the afternoon but will check when I get to work in the morning. I say goodnight and get back home. My dick still wants some action, so I get that toy out that Barry got me for a present. It is a soft latex ass, nice and tight with a seven-inch depth. It is a great distraction from thoughts of Kitty and my babe’s sexy ass. When I lay down to sleep, I have Kitty and Robbie three-way sex thoughts, mm I can go for that now to convince the parties involved.
I [F] Fucked A Man for the First Time. And I LOVED It
Three days ago I fucked a man and now I’m here. Boy, oh boy, where to begin? With Bumble, of all places. I decided to swipe right on a man who stated he was ENM. This was a first for me, but I wanted to give it a try as monogamy had not been working for me. Something had to change.
The level of communication that M. and I had blown my mind. There was no guessing what he wanted and he was open with his feelings. If he said he was going to be there, he was there. I’m punctual as fuck and usually end up waiting on people. Not M., he’s never late. He was also very curious about what I liked and fantasized about once our relationship ended up in the bedroom.
Because he was so open, it allowed me to build trust with him. Trust that he cared about me and my wants and needs. I had male friends like him, but never dated one before. This trust enabled me to tell him (in text I’ll admit) that I wanted to fuck him. Surprise, surprise he wanted that too. On our next date, movie night at my house, he surprised me. The movie was over and we had moved the sexy part of the evening, and were making out when he said he had to get something he brought.
This amazing man had brought us toys, and all of them were toys that I had mentioned before. It felt like it was curated just for me. The bag of goodies included a vibrator, ass plug, glass toy, rope, and the main star: a harness with dildos. All of sudden my fantasy’s were within reach, and it became a little overwhelming. M. and I ended using the rope to dress me up so to speak, and he proceeded to fuck me senseless. No pegging for him. After he went home for the evening, I regretted not fucking him. It was all I could think about. I invited him over the next day after texting with the him the night before. The sole purpose of his visit was for me to fuck him. And I was ready this time.
The moment had finally come. There he was, on his knees with his perfectly round ass in the air. He was completely hairless as well (something that he had done for years) and it was a huge turn on. I was obsessed with his ass cheeks. They just begged to be smacked. He helped me guide the dildo in and the moan of pleasure he made had me grinning from ear to ear. I started to fuck him with slow and deep strokes, but I needed more. I started to fuck him harder and faster, spanking him a little. He was moaning and saying “Oh god”. I liked it, but something was missing.
I had him flip over onto his back so I could fuck him missionary. Better. I was able to play with his nipples, and he likes it HARD. And I like that he likes it hard. It also allowed him to play with my tits and that really got my juices flowing. We ended up putting a pillow under him and I just started pounding away. In a few minutes he is telling me he’s going to cum. “Yes, cum for me” I say. And just like a good boy, he cums. His whole body is quivering and I want a cigarette (I don’t even smoke). I light up a bowl instead and think to myself “No wonder men are so smug”. This is what it feels like to FUCK someone.
I was fulfilled with the knowledge that his pleasure was the direct result of my fucking him. I did that to him. And I wanted to do again. This was not a one time event for me or him. We cuddled and talked about what we liked, didn’t like, and anything we wanted to try next time. Not only was the sex the best I had ever had, but I have never felt so listened to. He opened up a side of me I never knew I had, and I wanted to explore it all with him.
Our day didn’t end there. We took a break to eat, hydrate, and ended up taking a nap. Well, I tried to nap anyway. While he slept, I just laid there, thinking of fucking him again and what else we could try. I was feeling much more confident, and this lead me to dig deep and own what I really wanted. My imagination was on fire. I knew M. wanted me to be more dominant as he said earlier that he identified as a bottom. Too my surprise, I wanted that too. I wanted to tell him that he was a slut. I wanted to tell him he was a good boy. I wanted to bite his ass cheeks. I wanted to him to take my dick deep in his ass until he begged me to stop. The possibilities felt endless.
M. woke up about 2 hours later and we start lightly petting each other and kissing. I run my long nails up and down his cock, slowly. M. is in love with the feel of my nails and I take full advantage of this. I start to nibble his nipple. His cock gets harder. I have him tie me up again (think decorative, not restraining). As he slowly tied the rope around my body, it felt like we were transferring power. He would tug or tighten and release slowly, as he went down my body. As if showing he was in charge. For now. I started to lick, suck, and bite his nipples. I wanted him to struggle to concentrate on what he was doing. The feel of the rope against my body was intoxicating and filled me with a sense of power.The closer M. got to being done, the more in charge I felt.
Once the roping was complete and we were almost ready for the harness. We stood there kissing while M. rubbed his cock between my legs., sliding it across my pussy, and covering it in my juices. He helped me into the harness and I ordered him to get on the bed and get on his knees. He did and I proceeded to lube up my dick. I no longer thought of it as a dildo, but more as my dick. I slowly pushed my cock into him and he groaned with pleasure. I started to smack his ass while slowly fucking him. My pussy was aching and the feel of the ropes rubbing against it was blissful. But what I loved the most about is how much M. loved it. He loved being pounded by my dick, and I was happy to oblige. I was now the owner of his ass. I asked him “is this my ass?’ and he said yes. I told him what a slut he was and he said “I’m your little slut”. The more he showed interest in being dominated, the more I wanted to dominate him.
I needed to see his face as I fucked him, and had him get on his back. I quickly got my cock back in his ass, and leaned down to kiss him. He held me as I rocked my dick in and out of his ass. I wanted to fuck him for hours. I leaned up and held his legs as I picked up speed. I grabbed his cock and stroked it while my dick plowed into his ass. Everything about the moment was electrifying. M. had to tap out, it had been awhile since his ass had been taken like that.
As I lay there, I slid my hand down to my pussy. It was soaking. I grabbed M.’s hand and told him to feel how wet I was. He was just as pleased as I was to see how much I enjoyed fucking him. He started to slide his fingers in and out, and soon I was grinding on his hand. I needed to cum, bad. M. ended up grabbing the glass toy (reminded me of anal beads but much thicker, and had a little handle). I sucked on it before sliding it into my pussy. It felt amazing. M. starts working it in and out, and I tell him faster. He fucks me with the toy faster and I can feel my orgasm building. I tell him to make me cum, and just like a good boy he does. He doesn’t stop until I tell him to.
It’s been three days, and I don’t feel like the same person anymore. I’m more confident, sexual, open and centered in what I want. Luckily I am on vacation and as I am consumed by my newfound pleasure/kink. I have joined several BDSM subreddits and it was through there that I read about Fetlife. I’m excited to learn and discover all that fulfills me. M. is out-of-town, but we have talked every day, and I can’t wait till he gets back.
***Posted with M’s permission
Hots for cowork
I ( F27 ) work in a corporate I.T office as a computer tech. Most of my coworkers are men and are your typical nerdy guy’s. Yesterday I went to one of their desks to ask for help on an issue. I poked my head around the corner of TallTech ( TT ) ( M 31 ) cube and at the time he was on his phone texting. I started to ask my question and he put his phone down to start helping. As he was talking and searching for a resolution his phone light up. The notification was from a random name like ( kinkysub69 ) It caught my attention because this coworker is the shy and quiet type. His name is TT because he is really tall ( 6’8″ ) about 10 seconds later he had the fix and I was back to my desk.
New Life As A Lewd Futanari Succubus (CH 119-121) [Futanari][Futa/Female][Futa/Futa]
**Synopsis:** An old man dies, torn by regret. Due to his high karma, he has “near-limitless possibilities for reincarnation”. He chooses to reincarnate in a fantasy world as a voluptuous futanari succubus with big tits and an irresistible smile.
Erotic fiction that contains: Futanari/Dickgirls, Genderbending, Futa on Female, BDSM, Nymphos, Masochistic characters, Threesomes, Orgies, Facefuck, Deepthroat, Dom/Sub, Taken by Monsters, Corruption, Game elements, etc.
## 119: Steve Versus Three
“H-huh?” Steve blinked twice, not believing his own eyesight. Steve was not so innocent to not understand what that thick white liquid was that stained the half-naked green-haired mage. What he did not understand however was the source of the liquid, since the enemy group he encountered was comprised of females only, while all the men that were not Steve were already dead. That’s when Steve finally noticed the bulge between Beatrice’s legs, hidden in her panties.
“W-what… What are you!?” Steve shouted at Beatrice in disbelief. He could not understand how he missed it before, nor could he comprehend why or how such a stunning female beauty—perfect in every way—would have an organ that did not belong to be located anywhere on stunning female beauties.
She gets captured, memory wiped, tormented and then shown a little kindness (M/F) (bdsm) (chastity belt) (sex slave)
The sound of the heavy steel door slowly grinding open wakes me up instantly. My heart leaps to my throat and I scamper towards the furthest corner of the tiny cell room, bringing my legs up to my chest and pressing myself against the cold concrete walls. I’ve been living in a world of pain for as long as I can remember. Which only stretches about several days back. My mind comes up completely blank whenever I try to remember anything before then. I only know that I’m in a cell and the man comes into the room each day to chain and torture my body with whips and canes. The harsh fluorescent light is always on. I get woken up several times at night by a loud alarm bell that forces me fully awake so I never get more than a couple hours of sleep at once. Sleep deprived, starving and aching all over, I don’t expect today to be any different as I fix my eyes on the opening door with my entire body shaking.
The first time I enjoyed anal was with a bisexual man [MF]
By popular demand, you filthy animals. Here goes nothing…
I’ve mentioned briefly in stories that I’ve partaken in this particular act but I’ve held off on writing about it. Why? Anal is vulnerable and riddled with certain aspects that are inherently unsexy and kind of hard to write about accurately.
*Trust me, don’t skip those parts when trying this out. Preparation and aftercare are important.*
The first time I had anal was with the guy I lost my virginity to. I’ve never written about him. There’s not much to write unless someone on here has a fetish for missionary and unrealistic expectations of vaginal penetration.
The dude never went down on me once, hated experimenting, and told me using toys to get off while we were together was “cheating.” He’d get weirdly offended if I got myself off with or without him too.
*Men, please don’t be like this. Clit orgasms are a dream. I can orgasm through penetration and I still beg for this.*
So yeah, the first time I tried anal was not enjoyable. He made me feel selfish for asking for lube (so we did not) and he came inside me without us discussing it.
First Date [Str8] [FM] [BDSM] [Mdom]
You arrive to pick me up for our first date. We had been talking online for quite some time, building that need to finally meet in person. I open the door and you are standing by your car, not a trace of nervousness on your face. The rush of butterflies starts in my stomach and teases down between my thighs. I take a deep breath to push down the anxiety. I see your eyes look me up and down, taking in the sight of my sweatshirt and dinosaur silk shorts. You reach your hand out as I get near, pulling me to you. I wrap my arms around your neck as you crane your head down. I can hear the intake of breath as you smell my vanilla perfume. You open my door and smile, “The Drive-in awaits babygirl.” I feel a small tingle in my pussy as I blush and sit down in the front seat.
[M]y [F]riend a I couldn’t contain ourselves after years of history together
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My closest friend has always been Greta. She is Swiss/Italian, 6 feet (extremely tall), very thin, and not a lot of bust or ass. Nevertheless she has always been attractive and she certainly knew how to work herself on guys.
We met when we were in boarding school in Germany at around 14 and then made our way to university in London. Without going too much into detail, since boarding school we made it a bad habit of naively consuming a lot of drugs and getting into some really dark head spaces. Being 2 hours away from Berlin we took everything at our disposal and melted any sense of decency in our characters. Basically the only thing that kept is anchored to reality was our love for 80’s new wave/dance/funk music. Especially Talking Heads.
The Power of Ritual
Every couple has their little rituals, small things they do together that reinforce the bond between them. Consciously they might not even recognise them as being rituals. Maybe it’s how they prepare and eat food, or the steps they go through at bedtime; small details of their familiarity with each other, repeated over and over until they become essential to who they are as a couple.
It’s only when one of them isn’t there that the absence of the comfort those synchronised moments offer is noticed. One of them visits family and stays overnight, and bedtime suddenly feels lonely, cold even. They stick to their half of the routine as normal, but the edges feel ragged, because there’s no matching cog for them to fit into, no reassuring echo in the darkness that the presence of their partner usually offers.
Ritual isn’t just a part of love – it is the key to it.
My wife and I are aware of this truth. Over the eight years we’ve been together we have worked at being aware of the rituals borne of familiarity. We’ve nurtured them, sustained and developed them until their strength has become the heartbeat of our singularity. They are the dances we slip into that turn the mundane into the powerful, the steps and rhythm invisible to all but us.