Ally was the absolute vision of beauty, as she stood in the doorway. Her navy sundress clung perfectly to her tight body, accentuating every curve, yet, somehow revealing nothing. Her silken, coal colored locks bounced lightly as she swept over to embrace me, only to sway gently in the breeze that caught her as she stepped back. It was so difficult not to think this was a movie. I almost had to pinch myself to remind me that this was real life. “What did you have planned for tonight, sir?” Ally teased me with devilish smile, her eyes on the crotch of my pants, awaiting my body’s near automatic response to her words. Damnit, she knew how to turn me on so quickly with so little effort. “Dinner” I paused for dramatic effect “and dessert,” I finished, purposely making a show of undressing her with my eyes. Now it was Ally’s turn to have her body betray her, as she bit her lip in an attempt to swallow the moan that had let itself free from her throat. Her throat…
Tag: BDSM
He tied me up on the first date [MF]
Today is my BF [23 M] and my [23 F] one year anniversary, so I thought I’d post a little something to honor where our physical relationship began.
We’d been texting for a month or two before we starting dating, and definitely got racey via dm’s. We’d touch ourselves to others word porn. And to make it that much better, we hadn’t seen each other physically for a year prior due to covid. So literally, our words and intellectual connection was enough to get us both horny and riled up. We’d been talking from across the ocean, so finally, he decided to move up to my city last summer the same week my parents were out of town for a wedding. I took this chance to stay with him in his new apartment a literal DAY after he moved into town.
For how serious we both were about dating each other, we were both equally excited (and nervous) to get inside each other’s pants. I remember facetiming my bestie the night before and practice hugging and kissing a pillow raised 1 foot above my head for practice – I hadn’t been intimate with anyone in quite a while, and he’d told me he was 6’ 2’ – a whole foot and three inches taller than me. I didn’t want to fuck up the whole date by giving him an awkward first hug! What if it spoiled the vibes and then I didn’t get laid after dinner?
From passion to pain [m][f] (agegap) (bdsm)
“I still can’t believe this is real and happening to me.” I muttered aloud, in the solitude of my bathroom. “This doesn’t happen to guys like me… I’m not rich and famous, how…?” Despite being together for weeks, everyday seemed almost like a dream. Somehow, at 31 years of age, I had managed to attract the interest and attention of an 18 year old. My relationship with Ally began as more and more relationships seem to start in the 21st century- the internet. Somehow, we had gone from flirting to staying up half the night talking about everything and even nothing. In a few short weeks we had gone from internet strangers to… lovers? No, that’s not the right word. Or is it? It’s so hard to tell nowadays. Whatever label you do or do not want to place on our relationship, it was unexpected and, honestly, pretty beautiful. I looked in the mirror, still trying to determine how we had gotten here. At six feet tall and 210 pounds, i wasn’t exactly an Adonis or anything. My job being physically demanding meant I wasn’t “fat” but, I always wanted to lose 10 or 15 pounds. Apparently, though, that made me “cuddly.” A smile crept across my face as I recalled Ally’s description of me. The mirror returned my smile and I shook my head. Of course, the disarming smile – that had to be it. I was blessed with a straight, decent looking smile, despite never having worn braces. My face, similarly had the gift of a pleasant symmetry and balanced structure, framed by light brown hair and punctuated with deep, brown eyes .In spite of these facts, I’ve never enjoyed being photographed. I rubbed my beard, bringing myself back to reality and out of my thoughts. I padded the couple of feet from the sink to the toilet, dropping my shorts as I stopped in front of the porcelain seat. After lifing the lid, my dick was released from my boxers and the morning hard on was relieved, my bladder thankful for the release. I’m not going to say that I have the biggest member of all time, but I’ve never had complaints. In fact, I’ve been told it’s a good looking cock by all the women who’ve witnessed it erect. I couldn’t even begin to understand what that means, I’m just glad they never felt the need to call it hideous. Putting my penis back into its cloth prison, I closed the lid, flushed and padded back to the sink to wash my hands. Time for breakfast, then – time to shop.
Huntress and Prey (MF, BDSM)
It’s been a long night and this event is starting to annoy me. Most here are friendly enough but not my usual interest. I make my way towards the door when my eye connects with a gentleman dressed in a nice suit. Holding eye contact only for just a few seconds, his posture instantly tells me he is prey. And just like that this event has become something of interest.
I walk around the room making casual chat with people I know. For now things are kept to the weather so to keep polite but interesting. I stalk my prey with my eyes as conversations with some people are becoming boring. He’s still watching me here and there with glances as if he wants to run but curiosity has gotten the better of him.
I shake the hand of someone new and pay attention to his investment information. He’ll be interesting in projects to come but I don’t find his bold boastfulness interesting. I make sure to introduce this person to the right people in my business and move on. I can’t be impolite while I stalk my prey now can I.
New Life As A Lewd Futanari Succubus (CH 293-295) [Futanari][Futa/Female][Futa/Futa]
**Synopsis:** An old man dies, torn by regret. Due to his high karma, he has “near-limitless possibilities for reincarnation”. He chooses to reincarnate in a fantasy world as a voluptuous futanari succubus with big tits and an irresistible smile.
Erotic fiction that contains: Futanari/Dickgirls, Genderbending, Futa on Female, BDSM, Nymphos, Masochistic characters, Threesomes, Orgies, Facefuck, Deepthroat, Dom/Sub, Taken by Monsters, Corruption, Game elements, etc.
## 293: The Special Prize
*Another volunteering?* Beatrice remembered how the last time worked out for all but one of the volunteers. She around and wondered who’d be stupid enough to fall for the same trick twice.
“Come now, don’t be shy! Two on one, three on one, ten on one—all perfectly legal! You have but one opponent! If Number Forty dies, everyone who fights against her advances to the next round while also keeping the weapon of their choice. And the one to deal a killing blow will win a special prize: one night with princess Mary!”
“*WHAT!?*” Ruby exclaimed.
Gossip instantly spread through the crowds.
“I know, I know, it’s a little hard to believe,” the announcer nodded and snickered. “After all, why would a princess lower herself to contact with some commoner rabble? Especially if she was already promised to one of the High Priest’s sex cultists. But worry not!
Freya’s Art Show (part 4, MFFF, BDSM, long)
Freya stepped back after putting the finishing touches on Selene’s outfit. She smiled at Master’s love for one of the more stereotypical fantasies of the maid.
The corseted top nestled underneath Selene’s breasts which were held up in a half-cup black lace bra, the puffed cap sleeves framing her breasts and making them appear as if they were on offer for whomever chose to partake. The brief skirt was barely tutu length and did nothing to hide the matching crotchless panties and garter belt that hugged her hips. White stockings clung the length of her long legs, capped at the bottom with low-heeled Mary Jane’s. Her hair was up in pigtails, suggesting innocence and on top her head rested the typical frilly maids cap. Mascara enhanced her lashes and a touch of lipstick grazed her mouth but otherwise no makeup covered her skin.
Selene blushed as she looked in the mirror, she liked being slutty, but this outfit had ‘whore’ written all over it. Her nipples were already taut from the cool air of the dressing room and she could feel her core beginning to pulse with the early stages of arousal.
The Fourth Night, We Explored Pain [MF] [D/s] [BDSM] [choking]
Note: This is fantasy! Do not fuck around with choking to this extent in real life, it is hella dangerous. That makes the fantasy all the more powerful. Enjoy!
Zoe closed the apartment door behind her with a definite ‘click’, and began her journey. Evening was just settling over the city, the light fading, the sounds changing–the outside cafes were filling up, and Zoe caught snatches of conversation. “… up to Tahoe, but it means he’d want to stop at his weird friends in Sacramento,” “… can’t be bothered, I really can’t, but then he was like, I’ll pay you double, so…” These moments, catching little waves from the lives of others, walking silent and smooth through the crowds, always appealed to Zoe, made her feel very herself. She felt like a camera in a movie, floating down the sidewalk and capturing these moments, not even imagining the beginnings or ends of those fragments, just capturing the feeling of the moment. After an arduous week at work, she was ready for her weekend transformation. It began with this walk, from her apartment to his. Or rather, it began by dressing for him, for herself, in the way they’d talked about during the week. This was their fourth assignation, the fourth time she’d set herself onto a path whose end she couldn’t see.
A Real BDSM Story Part 3
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We finished and I gave her water and cuddles for aftercare. I’d have given her a snack if we hadn’t just eaten dinner. She was floating on her cloud and loving it. I gave her compliments and spooned with her. During a scene I’m a hard ass drill sergeant, but during aftercare I’m as friendly as Mr. Rogers.
We got to talking and she said that she wanted to take a room in her basement and make it into a dungeon. I told her to show it to me. She does, and it’s just a small room that can be secured by a padlock so her kids will never be able to see the inside. No BDSM equipment in there yet. I got turned on thinking about where a St. Andrew’s cross could go. I loved that she wanted to make a dungeon just so I could use it on her.
I kind of wanted to fuck my sub in the basement, but in her words, there wasn’t a single place not covered in cat fur. So we went back to her bedroom.
A Real BDSM Story Part 2
[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/vcrg2i/a_real_bdsm_story_part_1/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share)
I untied her and had her lay on her back. It was time to give her tits the same attention as I gave her ass.
I began slapping my sub’s beautiful tits. She would cry out as I smacked them and would start to cover up with her arms. I didn’t like her covering up, so I yelled at her, “Keep your arms to your sides or I’ll have to tie you back up again. You have safe words. Use them!”
Of course, threatening to tie up a rope bunny is like threatening a kid with chocolate. It was inevitable that I’d have to tie her arms to the bed.
Arms tied to the bed and I’m back to giving her tits a beating. She still squirmed as I smacked them, but at least her arms couldn’t get in the way.
Eventually she gave in and screamed, “Yellow!”, followed by a defeated, “Yellow, God dammit, yellow.”
We use the traffic system for safe words, and “yellow” means to ease up on the intensity, but not stop the scene. I whispered in her ear, “Good girl” (I always make it a point to praise subs for using safe words) and continue with the beating at a less intense pace. Her screams started turning into moans.
“Oh baby, you don’t know what you want” – (dom/sub, face-fuck, anal, non-consensual, M/F, degradation)
Anyone taking part in any cnc/bdsm/rp scene should have a safe word and MUST respect it. This is a story, however, where that doesn’t happen.
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Ella had been a scared, indecisive girl as long as she could remember. It hadn’t changed when she became an adult, stuck in a job that she hadn’t actively chosen herself, where daily she got walked over by her peers that had more confidence in their ideas. She had never been impulsive, liking to think of herself as in control, and calculated, when in fact she had never really made decisions, just letting the universe make them for her. So when the guy she’d casually hooked up with a week or two ago suggested trying out something different in the bedroom she agreed, despite everything in her gut telling her that jumping into this was a bad idea.