The Hottest New K-Pop Star Is A Hung Alpha Stud [BDSM] [Maledom] [AMWF] [Raceplay]

There was something different about the latest rising star in the massive K-Pop industry. Bae Hyung-Dong, better known as simply Hyung-Dong, stepped out of his luxurious limousine to a barrage of hundreds of photographers taking flashing photographs of him and to an almost deafening scream of cheers of tens of thousands of fans – the vast majority of them being young women. Although this event was being held in Seoul, South Korea, there were clearly many women of all different ethnicities: Asian, white, black, hispanic, middle eastern, and others in attendance.

As Hyung-Dong, dressed impeccably in a sharp blue suit with a shiny gold tie and fancy wingtip dress shoes, stepped onto the red carpet, he casually removed his gold-trimmed aviator sunglasses fully revealing his devastatingly handsome chiseled face that Korean journalists describe as a cross between top Korean movie stars Song Seung-Heon and Lee Byung-Hun. At 6 feet 8 inches tall and a ripped 230 pound body, he was huge even compared to other famously tall male K-Pop idols. At the end of the red carpet was a large desk where he would hold a press conference. Behind the desk were two chairs and in one chair sat the gorgeous tall thin blonde-haired blue-eyed Emma Lindholm, who was the highest rated singer in America. She was a newcomer who exploded on the screen with clean sweet lyrics and was described as a more beautiful, wholesome, and talented version of Taylor Swift. As Hyung-Dong approached Emma, he flashed a smile at her and then subtly groped her butt behind the desk, so the crowd could see it.

The Master (M/M BDSM)

‘*I can’t believe it. He’s pushed me to my limit.’*

That thought kept running in my head. My heart was beating fast, faster than it ever had. With every pulse, with every moment, I was fighting to control myself. No one had ever pushed me so hard before or brought me this close to losing control.

My eyes were closed and I was working hard to keep my breath steady. My hands were tightly gripped on a guard rail. The music, as always, was loud and thumping, coming from the lower floor. From where I was standing on the second level, it was still loud, but at least it wasn’t deafening. I knew that if I looked down, a mass of people would be dancing, drinking and doing all kinds of sexual acts across the couches, chairs and beds surrounding the dance floor.

Behind me, well… That’s where the real fun was happening.

And that’s why I had my back turned to it. I needed a minute to get my composure back. Lust was coursing through my veins like I had never felt before. Normally it was a controlled rush, like being on a rollercoaster. It’s fun and crazy, but it’s also completely predictable.

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The First Story I Ever Wrote [M+F][BDSM]

***When reading, please be gentle 19 year old me wrote this and I thought it’d be fun to revisit.***

I had been thinking hard to find a way to satisfy you, never being able to please you in the past with what I gave. I decided to be a little gutsy. I wanted to surprise you, make sure that you’d be pleased with me. I follow you to work, it’s cloudy as if it might rain, perfectly allowing me to get away with wearing a long trench coat belted at the waist. A garment which would look ridiculous on any other day. Little does anyone know I’m wearing nothing underneath. I slip past everyone in your office building so I can make sure there will be no questions. Our relationship has been such a secret. With every meeting just like in the bar that night when I teased you….. no one knew you’d be the lucky man to take me that night.

The Long Wait for Master [MF][BDSM]

I looked at my phone and sighed. I typed.

“But Master, don’t be too late.”

I kept my phone on the bed and waited. And I waited and waited. There was no reply.

I wanted to call and see. But I had taken a vow not to remove my gag. I could not possibly do so now, could I?

I grabbed the phone and dialled. He answered. “Yes!”

Just that! He was in the mood. He wanted me desperately.

But when will he come home?

He cut the phone. He knew I was gagged. He sent a text.

“Wait for me slut! I will come when I come!”

I knew he had meetings the whole day. He will be tired. That is why I wanted him to play with me tonight. I did not want him going out and wasting himself over a drink. Not tonight. He was too tired for that. Tonight, he will release all his frustration and pent-up anger on me.

I had prepared well. Had a long bath after shaving my pussy. Not that I had hair down there. But I wanted to be extra sure. I dried my hair. Minimum make-up. Only eyes and a bit of rose powder for my face.

[M]y first attempt at punishing my Bratty [F]iance

In the last few weeks my fiance has opened up quite a lot, the specific part that is important is that while she is a Brat in BDSM she has never had a partner who took that into consideration and that she has been allowed to be her Bratty self without punishment. I decided early yesterday that I want to change that, I informed her that she was going to have her punishment laid out in the form of edging. As we live with some family at the moment we used the cover of a movie night so that the noise she was going to make would be drowned out and as soon as the door was closed and the movie was on I began.

Roxanne, Daddy’s first submissive woman. – Dom, Dom, Dom [Str8] [Bi] [BDSM]

**The Spark that started the Journey.**

Standing in the dimly lit dungeon room, warm uplighters, adding a red glow to the mysterious darkness. Some sounds of carnal pleasure could be heard nearby as the intersection of alcohol and a sexually charged swingers club started to play out and then my attention was momentarily drawn to the dungeon door about 30 ft away to my left.

The room in question was the dungeon at the now defunct Swingers club just outside London, England. It was a seedy establishment in a secluded blue collar neighborhood next to the airport, but defying its outward appearance, the people were friendly and the rules strict.

“No Means No.”

“Ask permission first.”

“Tell us if there are any problems and we will have the guilty party thrown out no questions asked.”

The host made us feel at ease as we began our exploration of the club. Following a quick tour, my partner Samantha and I succumbed to our lustful intuition and we ended up in the dungeon. Which takes us back to the couple entering the room.

My husband fucked my sister [F24] while I [F29] watched. [MFF][BDSM][Nonfiction]

My sister got laid off due to the pandemic and, to add insult to injury, her BF broke up with her just recently, so she had nowhere to stay, and we are still in semi-isolation so she came to live with me and my husband in stead.

She’s been somewhat depressed and stayed in her room everyday not talking to anyone, and there weren’t much things to do anyway. But the thing is, my husband and I are heavily involved in a SM relationship. Every night before bed he would whip me with his belt and fucked me really loud, and I was certain that my sister heard everything.

One day my sister asked me how long I’ve been involved in SM relationship with my husband and if she could watch. I asked my husband if it’s okay and he said yes. I felt really embarrassed. Maybe it was because she was depressed. Maybe it was because she broke up with her BF. Maybe it’s the pandemic. She was really eager just to try everything.

Calling all backdoor lovers, am looking for authors / sources of anal-focussed erotica. Help pls?

Hi guys, I can’t lie, I’m a backdoor-lover, I like all things about butts. I suspect many of you are too.

This leads me to a bit of a problem: it’s surprisingly hard to find written erotica that focusses on rear-side fun.

On most written erotica sites, any fiction that merely goes near that no-no-zone gets slapped with the ANAL tag. I’m fed up with scrolling through stories containing 30+ pages of blowjobs, PIV and various other sex acts, but with a single line ‘and he also fucked me up the ass’ – and that gets the story tagged ANAL.

Any recommendations guys? Short stories, novel-lengths, notable authors specialising in brown-hole wonders?

I’m open-minded – solo, bi, bdsm, pegging, parties whatever. (Absolutely no ped though. Anyone sending ped links will get reported.)

Bring it on!

[MF] Kinky Photo Shoot With a Twist.

This is a story that has never been told to anyone.

When I was in my teens an idea came to me. The idea, to be a porn producer. You’re probably thinking “fat chance dude”, and you’d be right in some ways. However, fast forward a handful of years. After a number of inspirations, lots of contemplation and some help from the internet I landed on a way to create my pornographic content. My idea, I would photograph models in a kink style photo shoot.

Using a social media style website geared towards those who enjoy various kinks, I found my first model, we’ll call her ‘Anne’ for the purpose of this post. After Anne and I connected we began to discuss my ideas as well as her interests, desires, limits, requirements and fantasies. She explained that she was a very sexual person but that she was new to the kink and BDSM world as well as the world of modeling. Later on she she told me that she comes from a very sexually open family and her mother in fact used to do porn. She said that she was looking for a Dom but also wanted to explore herself sexually. All of our communication was via text.

My Dark Fantasy [M/F] [Sexual Tension] [Sub/Dom]

I split up with my long-term partner about 6 months ago and it’s been a surreal time for me. After 4 years of sleeping next to the same person, it’s strange to be waking up alone. The experience leaves you feeling quite hollow, but at the same time it comes with a certain sense of relief. We ended on amicable terms and I miss him desperately, but I’m thankful to have my freedom back.

After all, at the age of 31, I’m still a young woman, and our monthly ritual of vanilla intercourse wasn’t doing it for me. We’ve managed to stay friends though, and we meet up for coffee about as often as we used to have sex, which makes me laugh now that I think about it. Anyway, this story isn’t about him. This is the story of how I discovered a part of myself that I never knew existed. It all began after I signed up to a specialised dating website.

 

Bear in mind that I haven’t been single for a long time, so online dating was a bold new frontier for me. After 6 months of disappointing matches and lacklustre dates, I was about ready to give up. That was until I went to visit a friend.