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[XP] Hate fuck [ff] [bdsm] [fdom] [fantasy]

“Bed so soon, sweet one? Or did you want – something else?”

The pillow soared through the air with a swish, and hit the tall woman true, right in her dark pink-skinned face. As the pink, frilly throw fell to the ground, it revealed a wicked grin playing over her ruby red lips, her glittering emerald eyes framed by jet black eyebrows falling hungrily on Alice. With a throw of her long, lazily curling hair, she stepped up to the bed, narrow hooves on the end of long, slender legs clicking against the hardwood floor.

“You would like it rough, is that what you are trying to tell me?”

When she grinned, her white teeth shon like pearls between her pillowy lips, and the way she crinkled her button nose made Alice want to hit her with a brick.

“What I’m trying to tell you”, Alice said with all the patience she could muster, “is that I would _like_ for you to _fuck off!_” Read more »

Adventures in Aquamarine [Mdom] [fsub] [bdsm]

The whisk scraped harshly against the side of the bowl, echoing throughout the still house. Rain pattered on the windows, in the typical northwest fashion, with a steamy haze on the windows betraying the chill in the air outside. Within these four walls however, all was toasty and warm. Emma hummed to herself as she poured the last of the filling into the pie shell and began to weave together the strips of crust on top.

She wore teal panties which clung to and revealed glimpses of her pert ass within the twisting straps and a simple white apron that did little to keep her bosom from bursting forth, confident that her actions in the kitchen would rouse him from slumber soon enough. Aside from those two items, she only wore her collar, a simple leather affair, designed for play more so than fashion. The house was filled with the scent of cinnamon, with just the slightest hint of brown sugar making itself known. Flour coated her hands, with little puffs of powder along her abdomen and thighs where she’d been careless in wiping away excess. Her long hair was bound up in a simple ponytail to keep it out of the way. Read more »

Adventures in Aquamarine [Mdom] [ fsub] [bdsm]

The whisk scraped harshly against the side of the bowl, echoing throughout the still house. Rain pattered on the windows, in the typical northwest fashion, with a steamy haze on the windows betraying the chill in the air outside. Within these four walls however, all was toasty and warm. Emma hummed to herself as she poured the last of the filling into the pie shell and began to weave together the strips of crust on top.

She wore teal panties which clung to and revealed glimpses of her pert ass within the twisting straps and a simple white apron that did little to keep her bosom from bursting forth, confident that her actions in the kitchen would rouse him from slumber soon enough. Aside from those two items, she only wore her collar, a simple leather affair, designed for play more so than fashion. The house was filled with the scent of cinnamon, with just the slightest hint of brown sugar making itself known. Flour coated her hands, with little puffs of powder along her abdomen and thighs where she’d been careless in wiping away excess. Her long hair was bound up in a simple ponytail to keep it out of the way. Read more »

Sleazy Prose 2 [bdsm]

I hear you through the ceiling and track your steps as they move across the floor back and forth and back again. Your body is restless, helpless, and your mind racing. A familiar habit I can vividly recall. You, your wife and child moved in three weeks ago. Our eyes met as you unpacked the wagon. We glanced and everything went black. The last time we saw each other was before the war. I sat on your lap in tears, wondering when and how the world would continue to turn without you. The South hadn’t burned and the sun was close, warm. Life has changed since then and I am not and could not have prepared myself for seeing you. I moved to Oregon after the fire. I assumed you dead. I’ve met her (your wife) smile on my face and a big “hello.” No one knows about the past and no one ever will. It would be too much of an unnecessary hurt in this life. The night you were dragged to hell permeates and lingers inside me. I’ve purposefully withheld and resisted the urges to be close to your body, to touch, and be touched. Mostly because you asked and well, how can I deny you? We were good. Loyal. Connected. Honest. And what good would it do? Give a moment of glory and ruin the things we’ve made happen since you were taken. The unknown is vast and dark – once we fall into the abyss there’s no returning to this life. Read more »

Deep Cuts [bdsm]

I hear you through the ceiling and track your steps as they move across the floor back and forth and back again. Your body is restless, helpless, and your mind racing. A familiar habit I can vividly recall. You, your wife and child moved in three weeks ago. Our eyes met as you unpacked the wagon. We glanced and everything went black. The last time we saw each other was before the war. I sat on your lap in tears, wondering when and how the world would continue to turn without you. The South hadn’t burned and the sun was close, warm. Life has changed since then and I am not and could not have prepared myself for seeing you. I moved to Oregon after the fire. I assumed you dead. I’ve met her (your wife) smile on my face and a big “hello.” No one knows about the past and no one ever will. It would be too much of an unnecessary hurt in this life. The night you were dragged to hell permeates and lingers inside me. I’ve purposefully withheld and resisted the urges to be close to your body, to touch, and be touched. Mostly because you asked and well, how can I deny you? We were good. Loyal. Connected. Honest. And what good would it do? Give a moment of glory and ruin the things we’ve made happen since you were taken. The unknown is vast and dark – once we fall into the abyss there’s no returning to this life. Read more »

Deep Cuts [bdsm]

I hear you through the ceiling and track your steps as they move across the floor back and forth and back again. Your body is restless, helpless, and your mind racing. A familiar habit I can vividly recall. You, your wife and child moved in three weeks ago. Our eyes met as you unpacked the wagon. We glanced and everything went black. The last time we saw each other was before the war. I sat on your lap in tears, wondering when and how the world would continue to turn without you. The South hadn’t burned and the sun was close, warm. Life has changed since then and I am not and could not have prepared myself for seeing you. I moved to Oregon after the fire. I assumed you dead. I’ve met her (your wife) smile on my face and a big “hello.” No one knows about the past and no one ever will. It would be too much of an unnecessary hurt in this life. The night you were dragged to hell permeates and lingers inside me. I’ve purposefully withheld and resisted the urges to be close to your body, to touch, and be touched. Mostly because you asked and well, how can I deny you? We were good. Loyal. Connected. Honest. And what good would it do? Give a moment of glory and ruin the things we’ve made happen since you were taken. The unknown is vast and dark – once we fall into the abyss there’s no returning to this life. Read more »

Her New Beginning [MFF] [bdsm] [anal] [Mdom]

Rain fell outside, steadily pattering against the glass. Mary stretched her arms overhead and listened for a moment. It was all becoming a part of her new routine.

Rolling out of bed she stood before a mirror and admired herself. She was never vain, but He had insisted that she take pride in herself. After all, didn’t He deserve the very best? She was slender, with pert breasts, dark hair, and a smattering of freckles across her skin which He’d taken equal pleasure from kissing or striking with that infernal crop that hung next to the bed.

Her fingers found the one piece of jewelry she wore, the thin black strap around her neck. It was adorned with some simple twists of silver metal that stood for eternity, because that is the promise that He made to her, and she to Him. She shivered and reached down to the bedside table for her shackles. Thick leather cuffs for her wrists and ankles, with three weighty D-rings spaced out across their circumference. Read more »

Her New Beginning [MFF] [bdsm] [anal] [Mdom]

Rain fell outside, steadily pattering against the glass. Mary stretched her arms overhead and listened for a moment. It was all becoming a part of her new routine.

Rolling out of bed she stood before a mirror and admired herself. She was never vain, but He had insisted that she take pride in herself. After all, didn’t He deserve the very best? She was slender, with pert breasts, dark hair, and a smattering of freckles across her skin which He’d taken equal pleasure from kissing or striking with that infernal crop that hung next to the bed.

Her fingers found the one piece of jewelry she wore, the thin black strap around her neck. It was adorned with some simple twists of silver metal that stood for eternity, because that is the promise that He made to her, and she to Him. She shivered and reached down to the bedside table for her shackles. Thick leather cuffs for her wrists and ankles, with three weighty D-rings spaced out across their circumference. Read more »

A night off, straight up with a twist of revenge [orgy, str8, bi, femdom, forced bi, forced straight, bdsm, extreme bdsm, swing]

On the great list of understatements, you can find near the top, “Sasha O’Brien was mad.”

As soon as she left the coffee shop she worked at, she called her friend Rachel to cry a little bit. She told her about a few jackass customers, including one who asked her to suck his dick for a tip. It didn’t get to her until she told her boss about the customer. He grabbed her ass and said it was a good idea, because he wasn’t giving her the raise she asked for. She couldn’t quit; no one else within walking distance of her apartment was hiring. Her boss knew that, and he knew she was just saving up to buy a car to go work somewhere else, so he didn’t care about trying to keep her around long.

Rachel, being the great friend she was, just listened and listened. “I know we had plans, but do you want to go to The Club tonight?” she asked, when Sasha was finished with her angry, tearful rant.

“Honestly, that sounds pretty great right now. You could come with me this time…” Read more »