My first erotic story (long) (outdoor) (fantasy) (bdsm) (oral) (anal)

**In the Back Garden**

I was outside in the back garden when the most amazing thing happened to me. I was on my hands and knees plating flowers around the new shed when I felt a familiar set of hands on my back. I started to stand up raising up on my knees when he whispered, “Be still.” in my ear. I was intrigued so I sat there on my knees with the sun kissing my bare shoulders and the wind blowing my hair around my face. That’s when I felt it. The rope he was placing around my ankles. I was scared. I tried to rise. He placed one hand firmly on the back of my neck and in a soft rough tone said, “Trust me”. And I did.

He finished securing the rope around my ankles and then started working to secure my shaking hands behind my back, stopping only once to kiss my neck. I was trembling all over, I don’t know anymore if it was out of fear or excitement. But I remember liking the way I felt in that moment, and all the moments to follow.

Sadistic Procedures Two [MF][BDSM]

Put her in a position that’s impossible to hold. Make her kneel. Have her spread her legs, and rise on her haunches just an inch or two, so that her arse isn’t resting on her ankles. Have her knit her fingers behind her head, and keep her elbows out, in an even plane with her shoulders. Put your hands on her. Adjust her posture until it is exactly as you want it.

Then retreat. Sit down somewhere in her eyeline, and wait. Do not tell her how long she must remain this way. Tell her that she must stay until you say otherwise. Watch her face.

Let a minute pass. Let another. She will waver. Her arms will move in small increments, tired shoulders pulling them back into place. Her legs will shake with effort. She will tense the muscles in her stomach. Breathe very stiffly.

She will correct herself whenever she flags, if she can. She will exhale through her nose – sharp, staccato breaths. Say nothing unless she lets herself drift. Correct her if this happens. It should not need more than a couple of words.

The night I spanked, slapped, and restrained a gorgeous, leggy 23 year old redhead [mf]

While I relish bdsm in a lot of ways, it’s not something I practice without a lot of comfort and safety: repeated discussions about kinks and limits, various safe words/gestures, and experience with a partner in a more vanilla setting so that I can better read their non-verbal cues, etc. So while Elle and I had been together several times, this is about our first time quenching our desire for something kinkier with one another.

Elle is a 23 year old redhead with alabaster skin, big cerulean eyes, and a lovely figure. At 5’11, she’s actually an inch taller and I am, and she has amazing legs that lead up to a firm ass, thanks to all the dancing and stage performing she does. She has perky b cups with eraser-like pink nipples, as well as a pierced clitoral hood that I love playing with. As for me, I’m 5’10 and athletic, covered in tattoos and body hair. A dense beard, olive skin, short black hair, and brown eyes all thanks to my Italian heritage.

My Sister Lizzy [MF] [MM] [FF] [Oral] [Anal] [BDSM]

PART 8

Looking down I could see Lizzy’s pussy wide open and a ton of cum poured out as it began to shrink.
“Holy Christ, that was so good, I don’t think I could do this on a regular basis but “Holy fuck” that was intense.”

As Lizzy rested, Tom managed to stand and stretch, his cock still hard as nails stood proud.
Dave and I were in awe of having watched Tom loose his virginity to the girl we loved.
What was even more amazing was that moments later Lizzy was ready again.
How did we know?
Lizzy spread her legs and asked if Dave and I would fuck her front and back.
That is a request that she didn’t have to ask twice.
Dave laid down on his back, while Lizzy mounted him. As she bent over I lubed up her ass and began the process of working my way past her little ring.
As Dave and I began to create a rhythm, Tom was closely watching the action, his face just inches from the point of our coupling.

I [23M] fucked a kinky American slut [22F] in Tokyo after knowing her for 10 minutes [Tinder] [MF]

So this story only occurred a few days ago so I wanted to write it down while it was still fresh, as this isn’t an experience I ever want to forget.

I’m a 23 year old British guy and I was travelling around Japan at the time, it was nearing the end of my stay in Kyoto and I was about to head to Tokyo for my final few days. As is standard on any holiday I had been so busy travelling and seeing Japan I had been completely neglecting the desires of my penis, and at around the 2 week mark I began to realise how unbearably horny I was getting. The combination of seeing so many beautiful Japanese women everyday and a lack of sexual release had forced me to that climactic point of sexual desire that turns any self-respecting person to Tinder. I began swiping like the unwashed fanatic I was, before coming across the perfect lady, Jess, whom to my surprise and elation thought the same about me. We matched.

She was absolutely beautiful: long, mousy brown hair, toned body, a captivating face, with double D’s and a tight ass, and that’s just what I could gather from her photos. On top of all that she was American, which is every British guy’s fantasy.

I’ll remember that… [BDSM] [BRAT]

“You really should be careful what you ask for”, he told her. She’s kinda stubborn though. The first time they’d been together, there just wasn’t enough time. Oh, but this would be different.

“Maybe next time you’ll do it hard enough”, she said, referring to the light markings she’d gotten before. “I’ll remember that”, he told her, “but don’t forget who was begging”. She, of course, continued to taunt.

When she arrived at his house, she saw nothing out of the ordinary. Except maybe the fact that he’d put some sheets on the bed other than the multicolor ones he had before.

“So whacha wanna…” >>slap!!<< She gasped. Interrupted by his hand across her cheek. He moved quickly, grabbing the back of her hair and kissing her hard before shoving her on the bed.

“You figured I was just fuckin with you when I told you I’d remember, didn’t you?,” he said as he yanked his belt from the loops and folded it twice. “Now this is going to hurt,” were his words as he flung her on her stomach and laid in a hard lash.

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Kitten Gets Shared [MMF]

My sophomore year of college I met Jack. He was in his 40s, confident, and gorgeous as hell. He was 6’ 4”, completely ripped, salt and pepper hair, and greenest eyes I’ve ever seen. We met in a bar while I was out with some friends and I could not understand why he even wanted to talk to me. I was intrigued, entranced, enraptured (as Josh Lyman would say, ensourceled) by him. He towered over my 5’1″ stature and made me feel tiny even though I was a little self-conscious about my newly acquired freshman 15 situation. After going home with him that night, I realized that was a rather experienced Dom with lots of connections to the BDSM community in the city – something I was very excited to explore. He started taking me to parties and sex clubs and introducing me to different kinks. We found out quickly that I loved being his sub, that I was apparently quite bratty, and that I was a complete slut for anything involving bondage and ropes. While I had always been an extrovert who loved to flirt, Jack was encouraging me to lean into my sluttier side and follow through on more of the suggestive comments I made.

Daddys Little Princess [FM] [DD/LG] [BDSM] [CHAPTER 7]

# Daddys little princess chapter 7 (this will be the last chapter for a little while)

Slowly paddling down the hall I wrap my pink fluffy dressing gown tightly round myself, shivering I mumble to myself “i hate getting out of a warm bed” sighing as I stop in my stop and wriggle my toes in the carpet, smiling to myself. As I get closer to the kitchen I can hear banging and crashing “what in the world is that man doing” peeking round the door, a confused look spreading across my face as I watch you emptying every cupboard, draw and shelf in our kitchen, the work surfaces are covered with pots/pans/plates you have even pulled all my spices out of their rack. Shaking my head as I watch you, creeping slowly to the table I quietly pull out a chair and stare transfixed by what you are doing, so lost in what ever the task is that you are trying to achieve you dont even notice me speak to you, clearing my throat I speak a bit louder “Dadddyyyy??” without even looking up you snap “WHAT!!!” at me. Confused and hurt by your tone I nervously bite my lip “not..tthing daddy”. As I watch you I see your shoulders slump and can almost hear the sigh “im sorry princess, daddy didn’t mean to snap, good morning” still stinging from how you spoke to me I answer you slightly colder than normal “morning daddy” “I’m sorry princess, daddy didn’t mean to snap, good morning” still stinging from how you spoke to me I answer you slightly colder than normal “morning daddy”

Wife (45/F) and I (47/M) are happily married and sexually frisky, into light BDSM and fantasy. We’ve been fantasizing so much about a third person in the room that she wrote me this story and asked me to finish the second half! [MF] [MMF]

We check-in to our hotel room and find our room on the 27th floor. We carefully unpack silently while sizing up the kind bed, the slots in the headboard (perfect for restraints), and the uncovered floor to ceiling windows overlooking NYC. It’s dusk and while we both enjoy the view we are especially excited about the exposure, our exposure to the world. I hang up my clothes in the closet and set up the sex toys side-by-side on the bedside table. You methodically untie and inspect the rope, running it carefully between your fingers and slowly twisting it in a figure 8. Next you pick up the leather whips one-by-one carefully running your finger over the edges and inspecting them carefully. You flash me a sinister smile and sideways glance when you quickly crack each whip against the table to remind me why we are here. My breath quickens and heart beats faster with each snap of leather against wood. After you inspect each piece you place the toys in the drawer to hide them from the massage therapists who are due in our room shortly.

Meeting my Dom and his sub while blindfolded [FFM]

When I imagined how the first meeting with my new Dom would go, I never considered I would spend time “watching” American Ninja Warrior while blindfolded and naked, with pussy juice still drying on my face.

I should rewind just a bit. I had been single for about 6 months, after a 16 year vanilla trending to celibate relationship with my now ex-husband. I spent the first few months just getting my sexual footing back, following my own rules to say yes to anything that seemed safe. I had lots of fun experiences that will be the subject of other stories, I’m sure. 

My life before marriage had been kinky, I had been involved with BDSM since my teens. I had interviewed with Dom/mes but never found the right fit. In the mid-to-late 90s living in a fly-over state, it was hard to find the scene. But FetLife came about while I was married, and the joys of the internet helped my single self find exactly what I had been denied in previous decades.