“I miss you” say the words on your phone screen, you’ve never received such a short message before, not from me. You decide to send back “I miss you too, babe”, and then you forget about it and finish the last hour of your shift.
You look at your messages to find a longer message, with a time and place to meet up. Realising that the time is about a half an hour from now you drive towards the place. It’s a hotel, you’re surprised, as we’ve never met at hotels, but you go in and another message pops “Room 307, keys are at the front desk”, you take the room key and go up to the room. You enter the room and find a fresh new set of lingerie, you instantly put it on, and look at the mirror. “Holly shit”, you’re thinking, “how does he always find the sexiest stuff”. At that exact moment I walk in the room, come right up to you and hold you from behind. “I’m so happy to see you princess, you look cute in this outfit” I whisper in your ear.
I lay you down on the bed, pulling some rope out of my bag, tying you up nice and neatly, making your entire little body accessible. I use some of the rope to tie each of your ankles to your thighs, and then I use some more rope to secure your arms tightly to your legs. I make sure you are all nice and snug, tied up neatly and that all the parts of your body that I want to use today are accessible, and I lay you all bundled up on the bed. I let you stay like that for a few moments, watching you, enjoying the thought of you trying to figure out what my next move will be.
I then start to move my hands all over your body, touching, groping, pinching in those little spots you like. You start to twitch and twirl, letting out little moans. I grab that spot right above your waist, the one that makes you go crazy, and then I latch my mouth onto it, I know it sends all kinds of happy pulses to your brain, you start to moan loudly and move your hips in pleasure.
I then flip you over easily, making your sweet little ass directly accessible. I start to spank it with my hands, getting it nice and red. My hands feel so nice on your ass, you beg me to hit just a bit harder, I am not giving you that satisfaction right now, I want to go longer today, I want you lose your mind and give into my every whim. One hit after another and you intuitively start to count them for me, “good girl” I say, and I can just see the cute little smile washing over your face. I stop to caress and kiss your beautiful ass, as it gets more and more red and sensitive, I do so every few hits, letting you know I’m still here and am still proud of the perfect little fuckdoll you’ve become.
After quite some time, spanking that cute little ass, I use the button on the bottom of the new outfit I got you to gain access to your pussy and ass. I proceed to use my mouth first, kissing your thighs, that spot right above your ass where you love to be kissed, and then each of your ass cheeks. Then I put my mouth over your already wet pussy, using my tongue to massage your clit, giving you orgasm after orgasm, as I devour your pussy, licking and kissing every inch of it, sometimes sticking my tongue inside it. You are going absolutely crazy at this point, screaming with every exploding orgasm, and just when you think you are going to have to beg me to stop making you cun I stop. Coming over near your beautiful face, caressing your head and letting you have a moment to catch your breath.
Then my fingers, those hands that just moments ago spanked your ass until you wanted to scream are now plowing deep inside your pussy, finding that sweet spot that always drives you nuts. I start to fuck you with my fingers, you moan louder and louder, until it is more of a growl than a moan, you cum harder then you did before, and then even harder then that. You lose track of how many times you came, you lose track of knowing when you cum, it’s all just one long orgasm now. After a while I stop again, coming over to your face once again, this time I’m bringing some water for you to drink, I help you drink some water, regaining your senses. We sit there, until you can go back to where we left off.
Finally my cock, you thought this moment would never come. I fuck your pussy, thrusting ever si gently at first. Then I pick up the pace, fucking your pussy harder and harder, until its all swollen and dripping, and I feel you cumming again and again, your moans are becoming cries now as you can’t control your orgasms.
Then I pull out of your pussy and use your juices to lubricate as I begin to fuck your ass. You’re completely out by now, having orgasmed in the double digits. You just growl at me to fuck your ass as hard as I can. I feel myself about to cum, so I pull out of your ass and come straight to your mouth. I shoot a huge load down your throat, and you swallow it all like a good girl.
I untie you, get some gummy bears and water and come to hold you in bed, I cover you with a warm blanky, getting you all nice and snug and warm as I let you have some of the gummy bears and drink some water.
After you get back to your senses I look into your weary eyes and go “So, wanna go for a second round?” As we both burst into laughter and cuddle for a while.
Tag: BDSM
Feeding Time, part 3 [M45/F31] [lactation, hucow, mindbreak, drugs, oral, impreg, BDSM, exhibition]
I reached to rearrange my breasts back into the cups of the bra. His eyes snapped to mine, and I swear his gaze literally scorched me.
“Did I say you could cover yourself?”
My breath hitched. I shook my head, hand frozen on my left breast. He growled.
Growled.
I couldn’t help it. A whimper escaped my lips as another gush of fluid trailed from underneath my skirt and down my thighs.
“Hands at your sides, cow.”
I obeyed. “Yes sir.”
The still air of the elevator was cool on my skin, dewy from a mix of his saliva coating my breast and the cold sweat that had beaded across my entire body. My legs shook as the elevator climbed toward the 14th floor and the doors at last pulled apart to reveal the (thankfully) empty hallway.
“Odd. This is usually when Mr. Ferguson steps out to get his paper.” Sir pushed me forward, his fingers smacking the curve of my ass with a light thwack as I stumbled out the doors. “I guess we’ll just have to walk you tomorrow.”
Walk me? I was seriously beginning to question what I’d gotten myself into. Sure, I’d been intrigued–eager even–to try lactating with a man. This was basically one, long, anonymous hookup after all. For three weeks, I was to allow this man free access to me, and he claimed that he could get me to lactate.
And I’d get to feel what it’s like to have milk come out of me.
I shivered, but this time it had nothing to do with the temperature in the high-rise apartment building. He directed me to his apartment, and slowly removed his keys from his pocket. The whole time, I could feel his rapt attention on me, making sure I wasn’t making any attempt to clasp my bra or button my shirt again.
He pushed his key into the lock, and froze. He turned to me.
I blinked up at him.
“On your knees.”
“What?” I breathed. He had to be joking. We were right here at his door.
He raised an eyebrow. I didn’t move.
And then, before I could even react to stop it, he raised his hand and whipped it across my breast with a firm *smack*!
My nipples went rock-solid, and I gasped loudly.
“The next time, it’ll sting,” he muttered, leaning his head down until I could feel the warm air from his lips against the shell of my ear. “Now. On. Your. Knees.”
I sank to the floor, keeping my torso upright.
“Hands on the ground. All fours.”
I swallowed. And then, slowly, I bent forward at the waist and did as he said.
My large breasts sagged towards the ground between my arms, my still-sensitive nipples mere inches away from the tile floor. I watched his shoes as he paced around me, until his legs passed my peripheral vision and I could only feel the radiant heat of him as he stood eerily still behind me.
I held my breath. Was he going to spank me? Was I being punished? In the hallway?
I didn’t sign up for being an exhibitionist.
*So why am I so wet?*
With my bare knees on the ground I could feel it–my pussy juices were smearing on the ground underneath me, lubricating the smooth, cold tile and making it slippery. Then I felt two long, warm fingers trail up the back of my thighs, under my skirt, and sink right in between the lips of my pussy.
And I moaned.
“That’s a good girl, sweetheart,” he said, sliding his fingers in and out between my folds, swiping briefly–tantalizingly–where I wanted him most. “I was beginning to think you weren’t ready for this commitment. That maybe you were having second thoughts.”
He pushed in deeper and a strange, croaking noise squeaked out of my throat. His fingers curled down toward the floor while they twisted inside me, and it was like nothing I’d ever felt before.
*Oh God, is that my G-spot?*
I’d thought it was a myth. Certainly no guy I’d dated had ever found it. Nor had I, anytime I’d tri–*”Oooooooooh Gooooooooooood.”*
That was me. I was panting and moaning and his fingers were zeroing in on somewhere deep inside me, and a pressure was building in the pit of my core like nothing I’d ever felt before. At once I felt a tugging behind my belly button and the sudden urge to pee, all while a deep, all-consuming pleasure rumbled at my core and my whole body started to shudder.
His other hand grabbed at my hip, and his fingertips sank into my forgiving flesh. The sensation was grounding, and I suddenly remembered that I was in a hallway in a semi-public building, with my ass and pussy exposed and my naked breasts swinging towards the floor and a man fingering me for all to see.
I panicked, clenching down on his fingers. My head shot forward, and I felt his breath on my neck. “Are you?”
“Wha–what?” I breathed, shaking, and he laughed before I could get any other words out.
“Having second thoughts? Do you want me to stop?”
And just like that, his fingers stopped moving. But instead of pulling them out, he dug his fingers into my hip and clenched my pussy in his other hand, squeezing my mound between his fingers and thumb. I felt him surround me inside and out. It was somehow both less and more intense at the same time.
I could hardly draw a breath.
I tried to wiggle out of his hold, but his arms were too strong. I whimpered.
“Don’t… stop…” I managed to wheeze out.
Dear God, I could hardly think. Every ounce of my attention was focused on that diving pressure between my legs. My eyes teared, and the hallway blurred before me until I could almost convince myself it wasn’t actually there at all. I sighed as his fingers pulsed once, twice.
“Don’t stop, what?”
I only paused for a second as I tried to remember what he meant.
“Sir. Don’t stop, sir. Please.”
I felt the heat of him curl over my back as he growled into my ear. *“Good girl.”*
Lora part 1 [fantasy][bdsm][intersex]
Chapter 1
A hidden kingdom of pleasure and pain is located in a dark, isolated dungeon. A mysterious futanari dominatrix is waiting for her next victim, eager to delve into the depths of her heinous passions. Her formidable physique and mastery in magical BDSM skills render her victims defenseless and trembling with anticipation, giving them little chance of escape. She embraces how to drag her victims to the brink of their breaking point yet remain seductive and merciless. Who knows what nefarious thrills and perversions are store for them in her twisted, dark cage? She is, after all, no mere human… she is a sorceress, a master of all forms of magic. But she has one more task before she is satisfied – the one thing that makes up for being a vampire and grants her access to the world of humans. The ultimate gift. Having both sexes in her soul her body is a vision of power and beauty, a masterpiece of voloptous curves in stark contrast to hard muscle.Large breasts heaved with each breath, the fullness of them spilling over her tight top. Her hips swayed with each step, her big, round bottom jiggling with each movement.Her arms were hard and toned, melon like biceps bulging with strength. Her legs were long and powerful, her thighs rippling with muscle.She was a goddess, with her cock and ballsa vision of strength and power, the hard shaft rising from her groin, thick and rigid. Her balls hung heavy and full, a reminder of her strength and dominance. Her cock a defiant and ostentatious symbol of her power, a reminder of her dominance over any.
What are your thoughts?
Sitting in my [boxers](https://i.imgur.com/4q9ETg2.jpeg), with a beer in my hand,
I explored deep in my heart, for feelings about my day;
And the harder I thought, the simpler answer I did land;
Man, I could surely use a really good lay.
Workouts are fine, and Netflix/Prime usually does the trick;
When I’m stressed or tired from the crazy workday swirl.
But not tonight, Redditor friends, for now, I know what I need;
A fun, sweet, curvy, and sexy girl.
BDSM, oral, kinky, or vanilla delight
What you’re into doesn’t matter, I’m an open-minded man.
So let’s go out and stir up some trouble tonight;
Tell me what you’re into and I’ll come up with a plan.
I don’t mind a one-night or meeting nonstop
We’ll drink some wine while dancing in the warm light.
If you like us, you’ll love it on the top;
, With a lot of moans, curled toes and orgasms all night.
I can travel or I can host
Tell me who you are and what you like.
I will promise you, I won’t ghost
Don’t you ponder whether we think alike?
Busty Blonde Slut gets dominated by her roommate and her roommate’s boyfriend! [Femsub] [BDSM]
Katarina is a 23 year old busty blonde beauty that just graduated college, she was born in a small town in the north of the U.S. but moved away to New York to study college, now that she finished college she decided she is staying in New York.
After spending a few weeks looking for a place to live she found a really nice apartment, quite big and in a nice zone, Katarina’s family is wealthy so it is no problem for them affording the place, but it sure was a relief finding Sarah, a 26 year old woman who was interested in sharing this place with Katarina, as roommates.
As soon as they started living together they developed an amazing friendship, they became best friends and you could say nobody knew Katarina better than Sarah.
After a few embarrassing situations, Sarah discovered how kinky Katarina really is, she learnt about her submission and BDSM kinks and even got to see her toy collection.
Everything seemed perfect between them, until one day Sarah came early from work and found Katarina masturbating while looking at a photo of Sarah’s boyfriend, weirdly enough she wasn’t mad at all, and just allowed her to finish as she left with a lustful smile.
Katarina was really embarrassed and weirded out by this whole thing, but Sarah didn’t even bring it out for the next couple of months, until the night before of Katarina’s 24th birthday.
That night Katarina had gone out for dinner with her family who had came all the way from her hometown to see her, she grabbed dinner with them in a nice fancy place and then dropped them in their luxurious hotel before going home to Sarah.
It was late at night when Katarina arrived, and as soon as she opened the door she was surprised with Sarah sitting on the couch in their living room, wearing an unusual outfit, it almost seemed like….. a dominatrix outfit?? Sarah stared at Katarina in lust as she stood up and said “Did you think I had forgotten about our little incident?” As she took out the exact photo of her Boyfriend Katarina had masturbated with.
Before Katarina could even ask or say anything she felt a strong set of arms holding her own arms behind her back, she looked over her shoulder only to be surprised by Sarah’s boyfriend who was also wearing a sexy outfit, as she walked towards her holding a leather switch, Sarah said “Tonight you will pay for that” in the sexiest voice Katarina had ever heard.
Anyone else would have thought Sarah was a crazy jealous bitch taking revenge on her helpless best friend, but Katarina knew she was just her best friend, giving her the best birthday gift she could ever wish for, and judging by how wet Katarina’s panties already were, you could say it was working perfectly….
Untitled vol.1 by Avah Rayne: Section (1) of Chapter 1 to BDSM Erotica based on True Events
She feels her heart racing as she stares at her phone screen, thinking of the man she’d never meet in real life. She was his babygirl, and she knew that the more she pleased him, the better the rewards.
Deep down, she wanted to fulfill his every desire, no matter how dark and dominant they were. She craved the feeling of being controlled by him and the intense sexual arousal it awakened within her. Her mind conjured a vision of him in his English accent, commanding her to do whatever he pleased and promising her pleasure in return.
Her body tingled with anticipation as she thought about his hands touching her, exploring her body and particularly the way he’d tease and suck her nipples, bringing her ever closer to explosive climax. She could almost taste his cock, already so hard and seeking entry into her eager mouth.
It all starts with a simple text message. He sends her a steamy message, teasing her with naughty details of his fantasies of them together. Her mind starts to race with what could come of this conversation.
Untitled vol. 1 by Avah Rayne: Intro to BDSM Erotica Based on True Events
Somewhere across the ocean, in a distant land, she felt an odd closeness to the man who had stumbled into her life. Neither knew why they had been drawn so close together, but it seemed neither could deny the attraction.
He had been an ideal client, respectful, quiet and paying—yet, as time passed, she had come to rely on their moments together.
The conversation may have been focused on sex and kinks, but he ended up learning more about her than any of her other clients. For her, his presence and the conversations that followed had become a form of therapy, of utter relaxation. But the conversations were becoming more than just conversations anymore.
The two of them were cautiously venturing into the world of kink together, exploring the depths of their individual desires, but it was all in the safety of their dynamic. She had grown to feel more than just a sexual connection to the him—they now had an emotional connection as well.
That’s why it felt so strange the day he suddenly ghosted her after the two of them had gotten in a fight. Whatever their dynamic had been, it felt as though her own heart had been shattered and snapped in two.
Wholesome Sexy Fun in the Cabin [M/F] [light bondage/denial] [All characters are mature adults (20s)]
[All characters are mature, self-sufficient adults in a positive, healthy, non-abusive relationship.]
[5,000+ words, estimated 20 minutes to read. Romanic build that gets steamy at the end. Light fetish play focussing on restraint.]
*A Night at the Cabin*
Daisy hesitated at the door. She had packed an overnight bag and driven out to the address Duke had provided. A modest cabin house almost hidden from the main road by a line of trees. She ran her hand along her skin tight jeans, tugging on the belt he had offered. Without her phone, it would remain locked. ‘For her own safety and peace of mind,’ he had said. It did give her a sense of control, but that little voice in the back of her mind kept thinking up little fantasies that tempted her to leave it behind. And yet, the thought that he would know she had left it when he looked her up and down with those deep ocean eyes of his…
Pulling her hair back, Diasy felt the other thing strapped down by the belt. Her shirt (also borrowed) had little loops for a belt. Daisy’s eyes closed as she imagined Duke holding her phone, finger hovering over the button that locked her body away, “Well, well, well, what have we here?”
There’s a first time for everything [foursome, lesbian, oral, anal, restraints, spanking]
Every first Friday of the month I get together with my 3 best friends from college. It’s been a tradition ever since we shared an apartment and watched movies or went out together. We all graduated a few months ago, but we continue to try and see each other once a month and have a good time over a few glasses of wine. This time however it’s just me and Elena since Savannah and Aubrey had some family celebrations going on. I arrived at Elena’s house with a bottle of our favorite rosé wine and rang her doorbell.
“Hey girl! How are you? Come on in,” a happy and excited Elena said after opening the door.
“I’m good thanks. Long week, happy to start relaxing,” I laughed at her while handing her the bottle of wine.
“Are you still seeing that creep you were seeing last time..?” she asked wearily.
“No, definitely not. Just a long week at work,” I reassured her.
“Good, you can get better than him,” Elena responded determinedly while I bent down to untie my laces and take off my shoes.
[MF] Sam’s Shorts Pt. 2 – Balcony Blow Job
The balcony where we enjoyed coffee in the mornings was also where we enjoyed playing in the cool autumn air after the sun set. The only building that had view of us was an office that was lights out after work hours. We took advantage of this on a few nights. Two of them I recall, partially thanks to the photos hidden away on my phone.
On one of the nights, Sam joined me on the balcony in some fishnets that covered a pair of skimpy black bikini cut panties that disappeared halfway down her ass. She mounted me as I sat on the small outdoor loveseat. Dressed in a shirt and boxers, there wasn’t much between her pussy and my cock and she ground into me, my hands exploring her body as we made out. My fingers found her nipples and twisted, causing her to pull away and hiss at me, grinding harder into me, ever more turned on. I instructed her to get on her knees between my legs, which she obeyed with a giant smile on her face. Sam enjoyed sucking cock as much as I enjoyed eating pussy, and her enthusiasm made receiving head from her absolutely divine. She pawed at my boxers, but I stopped her hands, grabbing a [zipper](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Zipper_(BDSM)), attaching 4 clothes pins across the top of each of her petite breasts. She sucked air in through her teeth, her face fighting between pleasure and pain, a cocktail that fed her carnal desires.