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Have Yourself a Kinky, Little Christmas: Part Four [MF][BDSM]

Tugging Reins: Part Four

“Okay,” she finally squealed, “enough of that. Move on to something else, Chuck.”

“Chuck?” Chris asked, confused. Why couldn’t she just say his name like a normal person?

She nodded upward to the speaker, now playing some wordless tune that seemed familiar but he couldn’t quite place. He paused, running his sweaty hand over his close-cropped hair and scratching his scalp as he tried to recall it.

“It’s the Charlie Brown Christmas song,” she laughed. “You know, from the TV special that they play every year.”

Oh. Yeah. He guessed it was.

“I know I shouldn’t,” she admitted softly, “but I kind of love that goofy, bobble-headed movie.” She shrugged and laughed to herself. “ ‘And, lo, the angel of the Lord came upon them, and the glory of the Lord shone round about them: and they were sore afraid,’ “ she intoned, imitating that blanket-carrying character.

Sore afraid? Were those the words? Really? And who would have thought the Grinch of Cover To Cover would even know that?

Chris just shook his head and smiled, marveling at her. He’d give her sore afraid. Read more »

Have Yourself a Kinky, Little Christmas: Part Three [MF][BDSM]

Tugging Reins: Part Three

Chris paused, his hands freezing mid-swipe, feeling his world stop. For a long moment, the only sounds that registered were some has-been star singing like Bing Crosby and Danielle’s words echoing over and over in his head.

Had she just said what he thought she’d said?

There was a long pause.

“It’s cool, if you don’t,” she said as she climbed up the tall, sturdy ladder to put away a box. “I just thought—”

“I do,” he insisted, his voice cracking on the words. He coughed and slowly, thoughtfully, carefully put back on his glasses, sure that once he did his world would make sense again. “I mean, if you’re offering…” he hedged. He swallowed hard, still feeling off-balanced and out-of-place. “I mean, when would you…”

“We could do it now,” she said with an excited smile as she turned to sit on one of the ladder’s rungs, “if you want.”

Now? “How?” He didn’t have any toys with him. Hell, he didn’t even own any toys. He pretty much had a pair of old handcuffs that had come with a hand-me-down magic set his aunt gave him when he was ten and that was it. Read more »

[MF] “Cum now”

Last week I (male) went on vacation with a female friend of mine from college. Because we are broke-ass college students we shared a room with two of our friends. At the onset of the vacation we were just friends and had never hooked up, although we knew we were both into BDSM (I'm a switch while she's submissive). Our two friends each had a bed while the two of us shared the pull-out futon bed.

For visuals, she's incredibly hot, although not my usual type. Short, bigger tits, a nice ass, and blonde hair – a former model, too.

On the second night, we begin cuddling half-asleep. Suddenly there's some hip gyrations going on reminiscent of 9th grade dry-humping. I feel her tugging at my shirt and within seconds we're both nude. Read more »

that time I lost my virginity to a sex worker (I mean like two weeks ago)

Virginity is a bit of a weird concept. I'd never had actual sex before a couple of weeks ago — I grew up shy and had bad body acne for the longest time (the two not unrelated) — but I've been known to hang out at BDSM clubs, and I've had lots of e-mail sex with a long-distance ex — we got off to each other's stories many times. (Unfortunately we broke up before trying anything in person). She had a lot more experience than me, and gave me a lot of feedback on what would or would not actually work. I guess this made me a bit of an odd virgin.

I've never had serious moral objections to sex work, in principle, done with full consent, but I'd never really considered it, because I figured it would be difficult to tell if a sex worker was exploited or coerced, and I want no part in that. Read more »

Vivian Comes Back [m/f]

A few of you may remember this two-part story that I wrote a while back about the first time Vivian and I had sex, or a few more of you may have read this one that she wrote about her first girl-girl experience. Well, here’s a much later sequel that she’s been after me to write for months—hope you all enjoy!

To recap, Viv and I met over the summer in China, and we had discovered we had incredible sex. She left to head back to her final year of college in California, and I stayed in China to finish my last year of grad school. It was all going to just end and be one of those summer flings you reminisce about, until her last day, a few hours before she left for the airport. She looked up at me, took a couple deep breaths, and squeaked out “I love you.” I responded in kind, but I was floored, and about two weeks later had a mini-crisis about things and broke up with her—no surprise, given my last relationship and what I had expected from this one. Of course, this wasn’t the response she wanted from the first guy she’d ever said those words to, and she in turn had her own miniature crisis, of which I was not really a part. After a few weeks of back-and-forth to get my head together—and the advice of a mentor figure who had dated his wife for ten years long-distance—I was willing to try to make things work, despite the pain I had just suffered at the hands of my last LDR partner a couple months earlier. I realized that I couldn’t stop talking about how awesome this girl was, and how bummed I was to break it off with her. She’s got it all—devastating beauty, world-class brains, a good heart, similar interests, and a killer sex drive. Thank God she was willing to take me back. Read more »

Move to a new city, join the swing set. ([m/f], [m/f], [m/f], observed [m/f/m] and [f/f])

A little more than 24 hours ago, I made a life-changing decision and had the best night of my existence. Enough that I want to write about it and share it. And I already want and need more.

My vitals: straight male, mid-30's, mid-divorce. 5'9", about 250. If I were into men, I guess you could say I'd be a bear. I've had some experience with kink and non-monogamy, but since getting divorced and moving near a major northeastern city, I've decided I want to explore these more. I know I'm a dominant person who isn't all that big on physical monogamy, but in terms of actually playing, I haven't done much.

As it turns out, my ex-girlfriend from college, Carrie, had also gone on the same journey (divorce, sexual exploration). However, she joined a couple of swinging groups in her area (which was closer than I expected) and has blossomed big-time. A while ago, she mentioned that she was going to be dancing in a stripping contest at one of those groups. Back when we dated, Carrie wasn't exactly repressed, but she's gone headlong into kink, so I desperately wanted to see her in a new light. And have some fantastic sex, of course. Read more »

I Want to See You Naked [MF][BDSM] “How do you like to be touched? Tell me. How would I touch you.”

On the Line

Chris Carey sat in front of his computer, trying like hell to take notes on the article he was reading. But his mind was on the phone—sitting silent—on his bed.

It was 9:13.

Danielle usually called at 9:00.

She was probably busy. He knew that. She had a heavy class load this semester. And she was about half a year behind schedule at a school that cost more per semester than his entire four-year college education. Not to mention, she was also president of the kinky youth program for all the local colleges. She was busy. And he should leave her alone.

But she usually called at 9:00.

He snuck a look at his phone again, the blank screen dark.

Biting his lip, his shoulders slumped in on themselves. Should he call her? She always called him. But, if she was busy, it might have slipped her mind.

But, if she was so busy that it slipped her mind, did that mean that she was too busy for him? Read more »

20F Forbidden Desires [MF] [bdsm] [oral] [Fsub] [Mdom]

I have this burning desire and I just have to write it out.

Some backstory: We are officers. I am 20F and he is (I'm guessing) mid-30s. He's my superior. He's also married and has a young child.

I'm an average girl. Some would call me boring. I don't do drugs, I don't drink and I don't party. I'm not wild. I've also never hooked up with anyone before. I've only been with one guy before. I get flustered easily, I'm shy with romance. Don't get me wrong though, I'm not unattractive nor do I have a weak sex drive; I'm just more conserved and shy.

It's late and I'm tired. Work is almost done and I'm definitely ready to go home, relax and sleep. I head over to the office where we report at the end of our shift. Two supervisors await us as we all gathered in the room. In my tired state I look up and I see an unfamiliar face. "I haven't seen you around here" I thought to myself. It is not unusual, as the the roles of our superiors and where they are situated change from time to time. He was tall, built and had a handsome face. That was the first time I remembered seeing him. The next couple of times I saw him he showed up when I was working. He works the night shift so I would see him at the last couple of hours I worked. It was like a treat for a long day of work. We started to talk and I found that not only is he eye candy, he's also easygoing, funny, and great to talk to. Read more »

That time I flew a sub in for the weekend (M/f) (Bdsm)

Long time lurker, first time contributor.

In the late 90s I was in my early 30s, newly divorced, living in a small town with an almost non existent population of single women. My ex was awarded our friends in the divorce and I felt bored and trapped and had little to do beyond driving my kids everywhere they needed to go on the days they were with me and when I wasn't working.

I was a temporary IT guy and spent a lot of time in front of a screen both at work and home. In my need to connect with anyone I discovered chatrooms, messenger, ICQ, online backgammon and long list of other places where lonely people went online. I lurked in chatrooms and did things that you do when you are anonymous, bored, discovering for the first time what other people thought about sexually and able to type 60 wpm with your left hand. At night I could be found typing away trying to keep track of multiple messenger conversations, a backgammon game or two and illegally downloading pictures, videos and stories of an adult nature. I trolled for (a fishing reference not the creature under the bridge) what I certainly hoped were women in chatrooms with titles that told you what the kink du jour was. Read more »