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You Want to Play? Let’s Go [MF]

**Co-Op Mode**

*Companion Story to [Solo Mission](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/4kt7er/dont_do_anything_watch_me_touch_mf/)*

Hayato felt better than he had in weeks. Even before the move, he’d felt like their stress-levels—both his and Max’s—had been too high. It was hard to feel sexual when you were too annoyed with the world to deal with anything. Hell, it was hard to feel friendly at that point.

No wonder Max had retreated into her game. It was an escape. From the move. From the world.

And, yeah, sure, from him. From all the expectations and the questions. *Where should we put the couch? Do you want to buy a softer or firmer bed? Do you want to keep your coffeemaker or mine? Can we fit all our things in one closet or should someone take the downstairs one? Did you go grocery shopping or should I?* There were a million little, mundane decisions that used to be easier and more routine when they lived apart that now needed to be discussed and adjusted for now that they were sharing a space and a life. It was just a lot at times. Read more »

[M/M] Married man expands his bi-sexual horizons by becoming a sub “sexual object” [Married] [Bi] [Cheating] [Sub] [CBT] [BDSM] [Teasing] [Orgasm Denial]

I’m on a “date” *with a guy*. Me, the kind of shy, almost wall-flower type guy who, although he knows he shouldn’t (heck, I’m married and all), has agreed to go on a “date” with a guy who obviously wants to “dominate” over me sexually… it’s the kind of scenario in which this other man knows somehow that deep down in this somewhat quiet, nervous guy (me) is the need to be fucked, and fucked well, and if he plays his cards right, he can play off of this married-guy’s need/desire to feel like he’s being dominated and receiving sexual attention/pleasure.

This arranged meet-up and “date” is such that there we are having a drink, and yet underneath the table-cloth covered corner we are sitting at, the dominate man starts to make a move; he grabs my crotch to feel the goods hiding there, and I, I’m just turning beet red, but also not telling him not to do that either. He knows that as long as he is patient, and gentle (at least until I can “take it”), he’ll be fucking my tight married ass before the night is over… Read more »

[MFF] [Oral] [Blowjob] [Not your usual BDSM] All the power

“He is here!,” someone shouted.

The entire Nordish royal family, along with a stream of several dozen local nobles and officials, streamed out to the castle gate. Tetenia, the princess, walked briskly alongside her father, the king, and her mother and brother. Her friend Katda, daughter of a high-ranking local lord, was close behind, as were the rest of them.

Someone opened the gate and His Supremacy entered. He was wearing a simple, albeit luxuriant, red robe, and was flanked by two of the ten Queen Priestesses, as well as probably around twenty concubines, with officials and military officers and other members of his entourage behind him. There were a lot of them.

Tetenia, the King, and the rest of the Nordish royal family assembled nobles and others, bowed down before him. His entire entourage – Queen Priestesses, concubines, officials, and whoever else there was – bowed down behind him. He stood, surveying the courtyard for a minute or two.

He was handsome, Tetenia thought – lean and muscular, though not too muscular, and fairly young. She noticed a slight bulge in His robe. And He certainly knew how to make an entrance. Read more »

Should I continue? (BDSM, Orgasm denial)

My back arched, as the whip cracked down hard against my glorious ass. Most likely bruised from the tantalising neglect being given to me by my Master.

I have been strung up for almost 20 minutes, the ache in my arms and vibrations coursing through my body are mind shattering. The rope holding my arms ;high above my body,is fierce , biting into the flesh. A harsh tug to my clamped nipples sends electricity coursing through me.

I’m going to cum.

I can feel myself dripping down my naked wet thighs, Following tracks of the now hardened wax from earlier. My master greedily soaking up my essence with his piercing eyes.

“Please” I beg “let me cum”.

A hard and fast crack of the whip ensures my worst fear… he’s not going to let me cum.
I hear a flick of a switch and the vibrations are set to full power. I can’t handle this, it’s too intense… please.

I beg but it’s too late. Ive hit my peak and im about to cum…

When everything comes to halt.
“No please” I beg. Read more »

[BDSM] [Teasing] [Orgasm Denial] Inhale

“Inhale”

“Remember, you’re not allowed to cum”

You look at me as though I had forgotten something.

Earlier you told me you had never cum.

You said you could feel the tension building. You could get incredibly wet. But you could never get there.

You would just get frustrated, and your fingers would start to cramp, and it would be gone.

It was the same with the boys you had been with before. If you were lucky, they’d try for a while. But sometimes you wished they wouldn’t. Their egos would get so wrapped up in trying to make you cum, and you’d start worrying about them.

Or your poor ex-boyfriend. One day after he had been trying for hours you just sort of.. faked it. He was so proud. And not wanting to tell him, you kept faking it until you two broke up.

But that was in the past. Right now you’re on your knees in between my legs, as I sit on the couch. There’s a black bag on the couch next to us. You’re in just a bra and panties, and I’m teasing you as we talk. Read more »

Playing With My Partners [MMF][BDSM]

**Stuck**

Cara Temple sat on the short bench, nervous—but not for the usual or obvious reasons. No, her nerves had nothing to do with the fact that she was alone, naked, and blindfolded in a private room in the back of Donovan’s. Nope. It was a strange and lucky twist of fate that had her claiming that state as, if not run-of-the-mill in her life, certainly not odd.

No, the thing that had her heart fluttering was the electric current running live and wild throughout the room. The immense implications of what would soon happen, the heavy weight of play.

She heard the door open, a loud creaking sound as the hinges squealed painfully. The sound tingled up her spine, making her want to squirm and turn sightlessly toward the sound.

“Don’t move.”

The voice was commanding—not angry, not distant—just sure and strong.

Cara turned back to sit passively on the bench, waiting. Anticipating.

She heard—felt—him circle her, studying her slowly like a predator with already-caught prey. His heavy footsteps were loud against the room’s tiled floor, a clomping clack as heel and toe landed. She resisted the urge to track him, to turn and follow the sound of his approach, as he rounded her. Read more »

I took advantage of (m)y drunk (f)iance last night.

I’ve been with my girl for 4 years. Our sex life is great although we’re going thru a bit of a dry spell due to life stress and planning a wedding and money and all that crap. Lately I’ve been feeling sexually frustrated and so last night I decided to put an end to that spell.

So my lady is 5’5″, brunette, olive complexion, with perky B tits, hour glass figure and big booty that still drops my jaw. I mean this ass is so damn gorgeous, I can’t keep my hands off her. Maybe I can convince her to let me share a pic with you but she’s pretty self-conscious so probably not. For this story I’ll call her Bettie, after Bettie Page.

Last night we invited our couple-friends over for dinner, I was pretty tired from work but I put on my happy face because they put her at ease and temporarily relieve some stress… Plus we usually get drunk, smoke some weed, play cards and have a great time, so why not? Read more »

[MF][BDSM][SM][MC]A Really HARD Day – Based on the Prompt By u/lovelyladylover

**[Ed]**

“Ugh.” Ed moans as he slams his alarm clock. “It’s time for class already? It felt like tonight was such a short night.” He brought his hand to his head in an effort to stop the throbbing. “Did I.. party last night? I don’t remember going to a party. But I feel so… dizzy.” Ed stood up, thinking nothing of his rock-hard erection. It’s just another typical morning with an apparent black-out drunk hangover. Though, he was grateful he didn’t have to worry about the nausea. Still, he had to remember what had happened. The college freshman walked into the bathroom and stared at himself in the mirror. He looked like a mess. “Must’ve been a hell of a party,” he bemoaned, starting the shower. He took off his boxers and noticed that he was still pretty erect. “Well, I guess there’s no problem with a morning jerk off. I’ve got time.” Read more »

In His Secret Room [MF][BDSM][oral][mast]

When I accidentally found Shane’s hidden torture chamber, a fifteen feet by fifteen foot room of raw cinder block lit by a sputtering fluorescent light, I froze in horror. A wide vinyl dentist’s like chair with thick leather wrist and ankle restraints took up the center of the room. A dental light was twisted and propped over the chair and a steel dental tray holding little stainless steel instruments of torture glittered beside it. Manacles hung bolted to a wall. Photos of scantily dressed women covered a cork board on the wall. On a rolling table sat a machine with meters and dials and electrode wire leads with pincers like jumper cables. Were the splatters at my feet blood or paint? It’s all so frightening. So why do I trust him and am so ready to indulge his fantasies? That’s the power my client has over women. As Shane and I walked down into the basement, to his secret room, I began to have second thoughts.

“Please don’t hurt me,” I said.

“I’m not going to hurt you. Come on.”

I timidly followed him down the stairs, ready to bolt at any moment like a cautious doe. Read more »