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Sara’s Self Discovery [Part 1] [MF] [MM] [Oral] [Anal] [BDSM]

MY LIFE

It was 4:30 in the morning and the pounding on my door was unrelenting. Who would be so inconsiderate to wake me in such a fashion ?
Stumbling to the door who was I to find but the wife of my neighbor.

Sara was just 25 and as adorable as they come, she had bright red hair and skin as white as alabaster, with an assortment of freckles that highlighted her cheeks.
Her skin was so fair and sensitive I believe that she would suffer sunburn from a camera flash and she was 7 months pregnant.

She came to my place because she and her husband were new to our apartment building and I had helped them move in next door to my apartment.
Her reason for the visit, she was feeling alone and unwanted.
Her husband was a fireman and would be on call at the firehouse for three days in a row and then off for three days.
Being alone and in a new city for the first time, left her feeling depressed. Read more »

Heartwood Academy – Earning Extra Credit in Restraints [part 3][FFuta][BDSM][Anal][Gagged and Bound]

The fall wind whipped through the trees that lined the city streets, slipping up under my skirt and giving a cold shock to what little fabric was there. It may have been late October, but I knew better than to wear pantyhose with my Heartwood uniform before there was snow on the ground. I read the email again on my phone, just to make sure I was in the right place.

‘Ms. Grey,

This Friday for your lesson, please meet me at Ms. Reed’s home on 3114 Hillcrest. You’ll find it’s no more than 4-5 blocks from the Heartwood Quad. We will work together with Ms. Reed to remediate your scores in her class. Please meet us promptly at 7:30 PM. I do apologize for asking you to meet us in the evening, but there is a faculty meeting that neither of us can miss that afternoon.

I look forward to seeing you,
Headmistress Fox.’

My eyes turned to the large, gold numbers affixed to the brownstone wall up that I stood in front of. 3114. So I was in the right place. Read more »

[Non-Fiction][reluc][mf] Short story about the time I gambled for consent with my high-school sweetheart

Prologue: I didn’t plan for this to be so long, it was just going to be a comment for askredditafterdark, but I figured y’all might enjoy it too. Let me know if you did. Here we go:

I was roughly 17 at the time and a mostly normal kid. Maybe spent slightly too much time with my girlfriend at the time. Her dad was ex-marine, but I had a weighty set of balls on me. Literally, because she had been teasing me from like 7PM-12:30AM. Worth mentioning is that me and her had been active for about 7 or 8 months at this point and had sex rooted in BDSM- and we kind of knew each other pretty well at this point. Therefore, I could tell it was about time to get down and started to initiate by the good old cuddle-poke. Surprisingly to me, she says she is too sleepy tonight. I initially accepted this and left her alone, no big deal.. But I was left with a nut too powerful to handle alone. However, I concede that what I did next was morally grey. I mean, she was into forced stuff but never had I done something that could betray that trust like this, but I was feeling extra dominant. Read more »

Play Time and Exploring Part 3 (Final) [MF] [MDom] [BDSM] [Anal]

You reached between my legs and slowly stroked my wet pussy, fingers teasing. I felt your legs press against mine, warm skin to warm skin. Your other hand holds the chain links between the cuffs, arching my back so that only my waist rests on the couch, my back arched downwards.

“What do you want?” You asked huskily.

“You,” I let out in a gasp, “Master,” I added, knowing that you will wait for it…or spank me for not using the title.

Your fingers slide in, 2 in my pussy, thumb pressing my clit. You rub in a slow circle over my clit and my knees quiver, your hand holding the cuffs probably the only thing keeping me upright.

Fingers and thumb keep up a lazy stroke, the tempo easy. I feel the orgasm come like a gentle wave and gasp as it rolls through me.

You undo the cuffs, and I drop my arms to my side as I stand up, rolling my shoulders, neck, head and stretch my arms out in front of me. Read more »

Play Time and Exploring Part 2 [MF] [BDSM] [Breath Play] [Flogging]

Part 1 Here: https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/dwt5lq/play_time_and_exploring_mf_mdom_public/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share

We had driven in separately, so you walked away once you had decided we would go back to your apartment.

I watched you for a moment, then climbed into my car, tucking the vibrator into its pouch that I had left behind. I took a moment to breathe, so that I could drive with a focused frame of mind.

No good driving while flustered.

10 minutes later we were at your apartment. I parked in the spot next to you and you put your hand low on my waist as we walked up the stairs to your apartment on the second floor.

You barricaded me in between your arms, leaning in to put your teeth on the back of my neck while you unlocked the door to the apartment. I quivered, insides partically liquified at the feeling. I heard the lock clicked and the door opened into your dark entry.

You put a hand on the middle of my back and propelled me inside, then turned and locked the door with a snick. Read more »

WET DREAMS UNIVERSITY 10 Clarissa Love On Assignment Dream Master (FF MF MFF MFM ANAL BDSM BONDAGE SOLO)

The good news is I have graded each and every one of your papers” Mrs. Donovan said allowing her reading glasses to slip down on her nose. “The bad new..” allowing that pause to match her stern glare as she looked over the class. “..is this the straights, all got an A. The I’ll fuck you for a passing grade, A. The lesbians they did better, P.. this is a serious class (still holding on to the last paper) people. You can consider every grade a P and below on probation.” Turning around and returning to the front of her desk, the entire class could see the last marks on her ass. Spreading her legs shoulder width leaning forward as her pussy opened up to show the tail tail pinkness of her burning lust for the story in her hand, capped by the pink Jewel of her butt plug. “Clarissa would you be kind enough to sit behind the news desk” gesturing with a firm hand to the far wall. Going from a regular seat to a stool was shocking enough butt Clarissa was wearing her new clothes. Mrs. Donovan pointed one more time, indicating the frustration that was seething in her dismay. “Yes ma’am” Clarissa mumbled. The entire class could now poke fun of her new wardrobe. Clarissa was more embraced of her tits then exposing her trimmed bush or her firm ass and this dress highlighted them all. Watching every little thing that Clarissa did from getting up to covering her tits and pussy. To sitting down heavily on the stool, angling her nipples so that her arms would block any view that the class could get. “Very good.. Now put your hands by your side and (the switch landed on Clarissa’s ass with everything that was wrong) chest out shoulders back, now take a breath” giving Clarissa time to adjust before continuing on. “This is how all you ladies will sit when called up to the news desk. For every mistake you will be punished by this switch across your (the switch left it’s Mark on Clarissa’s ass one more time as Mrs. Donovan proved a point) ass. Any questions? Clarissa Love will you read your paper, just remember I want the full effect of every statement or else (looking at her switch). Begin” letting that be the action that every director uses. You could see the flush across Clarissa’s face when handed her paper. A swat to her ass as Mrs. Donovan eyed her legs. Uncrossing them to Mrs. Donovan approval. “And now you may begin” Mrs. Donovan’s final words of encouragement. “This is Clarissa Love cuming to you from behind the news desk. On today’s hottest story we have a report of lust and betrayal.” Clearing her throat and the switch being lashed across her ass for this blatant disregard of broadcasting etiquette. “Lesbian Experience? Is this the new hot trend or yesterday’s garbage. More often then not you will see people fucking each other’s brains out butt what is the difference between ordinary and lesbian (Clarissa’s hand had moved to her pussy) sex?” Twirling her clit as the orgasm grew almost instantly. For the onset you just have oral sex, your lovers pussy and your tongue (fighting back the orgasm) butt from a more distinctive lock on the subject (trying not to cum as the orgasm was growing at a alarming rate) this is more like marking your territory and proving that you are the dominant one, Ooooh (slipped through her lips), and your lover is the sub.. sub..mi.. submissive Oh yea.. shit I’m going to fucking cum (Clarissa’s hip thrust forward as the tremors started, the switch landed on her ass, already blood red butt the sting just hit the perfect height) OooohOooohOooohOoooh OooohOooohOooohOoooh yes yesss.. Ooooh yesssssssss” as her pussy flooded the divot on the stool. Clarissa’s nipples we’re rock hard, her hand was bringing on the second orgasm without being told butt the show must go on. “The feel of your lovers tongue as it caresses your lips, plays with your clit. While you are just begging for the tongue to explore every inch of your (hitting the perfect timing for one more orgasm), you.. y.. (slamming her hips forward as two of her fingers were swallowed up) I’m cuuMmm Mmmm Mmmmmmmmm OooOoooOoooo fuck Mmm OooohOooohOooohOoooh..” Clarissa entire body bucked as her orgasm reached a new high.
Looking at her audience just to see the straight group banging on the female’s, the I’ll fuck you group banging the little hoe, pussy, ass and mouth. And the unlucky one getting a hand job butt hey at least it’s by the hoe. The lesbians well how should I put it, Angie had the ultimate control of every pussy over there including two cocks. “And this is the way the news should be viewed. I have talked to the school news agency and they are very interested in you. Talk to me after class so I can give you their address” Mrs. Donovan said, bring one more swat to Clarissa tender ass. “This is for get to involved with a story. I want drama butt not to the orgasm point, die better next time.”

My Confusion Part 3 [Full Chapter] [MM] [MF] [Oral] [Anal] [BDSM]

As soon as I climaxed the coach brought his hand out from under me.
Holding his cupped hand in front of me I saw a massive amount of cum held in the cup of his hand.
I found it incredible that I had cum so much in one shot.
On the other hand I have never been fucked and fisted at the same time.
In the light of the sauna my cum had a pearl like appearance that just shimmered in the dim light.

As I stared at my cum the coach raised his hand bringing it up to my face.
Closer it came, closer to my face until he placed his hand in front of my mouth.
“Open”, was all he said.
I now understood what was required of me.
Opening my mouth the coach brought his hand the final inches towards my mouth.
My tongue leapt outward as I lapped up my cum from the coaches cupped hand.
I had never before tasted my cum, it had always ended up in a towel or an old pair of shorts.
The taste was sharp and salty not objectionable just new and different and I loved it! Read more »

Rediscovering Sub Space Chapter 1 [MF] [D/s]

**Background**

Ending a decade long vanilla lesbian relationship and marriage to a woman and thinking about men again was surprisingly easy. Perhaps it was the total lack of any kind of kink fulfilment in my previous relationship, perhaps it was the 2+ years of a completely dead bedroom, perhaps it was the unhealthy lack of communication or manipulation she made into my daily reality? Whatever the cause it was liberating and slightly dizzying to think that I was able to be myself again after such a long time.

My first post on the DDlg personals subreddit was a total shock to me, I didn’t really know how badly I had been craving submission again or even think about what response I wanted, just knew I was desperate to re-indulge my kinky side after so long on the “straight” and narrow. A few conversations with nice guys later and I was certain that I was back where I belonged. Even just discussing my kinks with like-minded people and the briefest hint of sexual connection was enough to light a fire under my ass to find what I had been yearning for for so long. Read more »

Make Me [MF] [BDSM]

What I think she thinks is going to happen when she says the words, “Make me,” is that I will bend her over the foot of her bed, press her face into her own bedcovers, and spank her at length.

I think she thinks this because I have spanked her every time we’ve played since we started playing, usually in response to her behaviour, which at times is specifically calibrated to make me want to spank her.

She’s behaving the way she behaves when she wants me to spank her when she says the words, “Make me”. Which is to say that she’s scratching at me, snarling at me, pulling faces at me as I hold her by a handful of her hair. She is refusing every instruction I give her, including the instruction to suck my dick that immediately precedes her saying the words, “Make me.”

She is also pointedly not ending every utterance she makes with the word “Sir,” which is something that we have pointedly agreed she will do whenever we play.

In the immediate aftermath of her saying the words, “Make me,” we stare at one another. I believe that, at this point, she thinks I am about to spank her. Read more »

Releasing Their Desires: Her Thoughts [MF] [SoloF] [BDSM] [Choking Mention]

Nessa sat at home the next day, feet tucked under her on the couch. All her appointments were done for the day, and she was taking a much needed break, knitting a cowl for herself.

Well….trying to knit a cowl. She hadn’t gotten any further in a bit…the Great British Baking Show playing on her TV.

Last night had been…she was still processing her feelings about last night. She had texted Ian when she had returned to her apartment, and nothing had been said about…what had happened in the mall parking lot.

In fact…she and Ian hadn’t really talked at all. A goodnight text last night….a good morning text today. Then….nothing really.

Nessa put her knitting in its basket and closed her eyes, laying back on the couch. Subconsciously she reached up and stroked her throat, remembering the feel of Ian’s hand across it….the pressure as he pressed lightly.

Nessa opened her eyes, brown eyes staring up at the ceiling, “Alright self…stop just skirting the…topic here,” she muttered to herself, “You aren’t doing yourself any favors here.”

She had felt….desire…when his hand pressed against her throat. A dark edged desire. Read more »