“Cum here my little kitten, I promise I’ll just lick (licking the door, from the floor to the handle) you” Clarissa purred. Even through the door Angie could feel her self getting wetter by the second. “Pretty pussy please..” going from seductress to the pouty princess in just as many words. Pressing her ear against the door because it got quiet in there, eerily quiet.
“She won’t let me please her” digging through her night stand drawer. “Okay fine I will quit playing butt (slapping her own ass) only till I find..” tossing magazines over head until. “Yes yes.. … yesss I found them” turning into a younger Clarissa. “My girl gave me these present and said they would be my best friend before to long (sucking one vibrator into a deep throat, gagging) Ahh and how right she was” taking the slim smooth head pressing it against her skin. “Mmm, just what (a sharp deep breath as it made its way down) I ordered” balancing on her head and shoulder, knees thrusting her ass in the air with her hand just waiting for the other one to be thrust deep inside her pussy. Sucking on the tip of the vibrator, pushing the orgasm aside that threatened her asshole. Smiling as the soft carpet reminded her of her first sexual experience with Derick, “Oh yes, yes babe just fuck Mmm (sinking her other vibrator so deep in her pussy), fuck me, (cranking both vibes on high)fuckkk Mmm Ooo yesss Ooooh fuckkking OooohOooohOooohOoooh” pressing both vibes directly on her pleasure spots. Clarissa’s hips bucked down then up hard as her official orgasm rolled through her body. Seeing her cum running down her arm, “Oh fuck me, so fucking hot” she mumbled with the thrusts leading to the second more powerful orgasm. “Yes.. yesss.. Ooo yesssssssss” turning her head down into the carpet. The feeling of her stomach dropping even though she knew that if she could suck it in any further it would becum her backbone. “Ooo I’m cuming.. … Ooooh fuckkking yesssssssss OooohOooohOooohOoooh..” announcing it to the world just like her first orgasm. Only third seconds into Derick’s deep dive into pink waters. Her screams where earth shattering.
“Thanks for call me Ang, what’s up” Cy inquired surprising Angie who still had her ear pressed against the door. The look of terror on her face answered all butt one question. “How bad” Cy still pressed his curiosity. “Bad, she tit jerked a jock then kept it up after he exploded in her mouth, didn’t think jocks had that much cum in the first place butt dam he exploded again and she still wanted more” the look of defeat was written all over Angie’s face. “I’ll take care of her, don’t worry” a clasp to the shoulder and Goth X entered the room looking for Clarissa.
Thrusting each vibrator in and out, watching the cum, her cum run down her arm only wishing that her tongue would grow so she could lick the cum before it dropped off her arm to be forever lost in the soft carpet. “Oh how I wish.. …” biting the carpet as her hand hit the floor. A sharp spank echoed from a strike to her ass. “Do you like being ass fucked” the vibrator help open up her tiny hole cause when his cock squeezed inside her little asshole, pressing down her pussy. Clarissa started to quake.
Tag: Bondage
The Hard Goodbye CH2 – Broken Promises [MF] (bondage | non con | breeding)
(This is a non-consent fantasy and nothing more. Keep it in your imagination, folks! That being said I hope you like it and if you do there may be more on the way.)
A few weeks later, on a rainy night, Ben texted me. I was curled up on my sofa with a book and a glass of wine. I checked my phone and my eyes went wide, what did he want? I had almost forgotten that he intended to see me again. The last time … well I had tried my best to move past it. My mind didn’t really know what to make of it. I had a girlfriend who I loved and I put myself in that situation with him. And then it went too far and part of me felt guilty that I had let it go that far. Part of me felt afraid of Ben after how he had acted. But even so, I responded to his text.
Ben: Are you at home?
Me: yes
Ben: I’m on my way over. Put on something sexy.
Me: ok
[M]e and my ex [f]iance spent years together putting on an act of innocence, while lying about our age difference and that we were living together, fucking like rabbits the entire time.
Edited for quality and repetitiveness.
My fiance and I broke up about 2 years ago, and although I’m much happier now that we’re split I think constantly about our sex life. In that respect, we were basically a perfect match.
A large component of our relationship was her love of my writing and her wild imagination. It was never a surprise to me how much I ended up enjoying reading similar stories online after she and I broke up, it’s very reminiscent of the dynamic we shared. Maybe I can get some catharsis or just some base enjoyment talking about it now.
I’ll do my best to make sure that everything I choose to write is as accurate and as close to the real events as possible. I fully admit that I’m going to gloss over some of the more mundane details and nuances of our relationship. I’m not looking to dissect our dysfunctions. I just want to reminisce about the years we shared.
To most people we were this very innocent, very polite, picturesque white picket fence couple. Nobody really had a clue what we were really like behind closed doors. Certainly none of our family members had any idea that we were even living together.
[M]e and my ex [f]iance spent years together putting on an act of innocence, while lying about our age difference and that we were living together, fucking like rabbits the entire time.
Edited for quality and repetitiveness.
My fiance and I broke up about 2 years ago, and although I’m much happier now that we’re split I think constantly about our sex life. In that respect, we were basically a perfect match.
A large component of our relationship was her love of my writing and her wild imagination. It was never a surprise to me how much I ended up enjoying reading similar stories online after she and I broke up, it’s very reminiscent of the dynamic we shared. Maybe I can get some catharsis or just some base enjoyment talking about it now.
I’ll do my best to make sure that everything I choose to write is as accurate and as close to the real events as possible. I fully admit that I’m going to gloss over some of the more mundane details and nuances of our relationship. I’m not looking to dissect our dysfunctions. I just want to reminisce about the years we shared.
To most people we were this very innocent, very polite, picturesque white picket fence couple. Nobody really had a clue what we were really like behind closed doors. Certainly none of our family members had any idea that we were even living together.
[M]y [F]iance, “Bunny”, and I fucked like rabbits for years before we broke up.
EDIT: An additional detail I didn’t mention before that sticks out to me is how to the outside world, we were this very innocent, very polite, picturesque White fence couple. Nobody really had a clue what we were really like behind closed doors unless they were very very close friends, and certainly none of our family members had any idea that we were even living together.
I’ve been lurking this sub and enjoying the stories for a long time now. I’ve gone back and forth time and again on deciding whether or not I was going to share any of my stories.
My fiance and I broke up about 2 years ago, and although I’m much happier now that we’re split I think constantly about our sex life. In that respect, we were basically a perfect match. Maybe I can get some catharsis or just some base enjoyment talking about it now.
When we first started dating and could not keep our hands off each other, we were in bed fooling around and I told her that people misunderstand the phrase “fuck like rabbits.” Obviously rabbits reproduce very quickly and numerously but people don’t fluently understand why.
Kristina’s conundrum [cnc]
Kristina threw her vibrator across the room in agonizing frustration. She absolutely wanted to scream. She was stuck in a rut and had no way to find her way out. She had tried everything, premium porn subscriptions, magazines, erotic fiction, you name it. One night stands, fuck buddies, friends with benefits and even a threesome and none of it worked. She just couldn’t cum any longer. Her elusive orgasms server to raise her to a height of frustration only two ex’s and her mother ever had. She could not fathom what was wrong with her body. Kristina had even begin to suspect it was something psychological, as nothing would help her orgasm. Sure, she got horny enough, and felt the natural urges. She was turned on by seeing attractive men like anyone else, but that was about it. She’d get turned on, then nothing. She’d quickly grow tired of the sex if having it, hands and fingers would cramp if she took matters into her own hands. She’d wear down batteries quicker than a kid at Christmas and she had managed to desensitize herself in the process. Some days all her attempts to orgasm seemed only to result in making it more difficult. Kristina ran her fingertips through her hair and yanked until it hurt, screaming again for good measure. Her pussy left wet, throbbing and unsatisfied.
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Meeting the Birth Mother, Part III [incest][son/mother/sister/sister (MFFF)][anal]
If you haven’t done so already, you should go back and read Parts I & II of this story before continuing. This story starts immediately after Part II ends.
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MEETING THE BIRTH MOTHER
Part III
I had a twin sister. A wave of chills ran over me.
I had always felt like something was missing, like a part of me wasn’t there. I attributed it to my being adopted and thought it would disappear when I met my adopted family.
I had never suspected that I had a twin.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” I asked, once I found my voice again.
“I was going to,” my mother said, “but I haven’t had a chance yet. You’ve only been off the plane less than 36 hours and you’ve already had sex with me what, four times, five? And you’ve given Cora the work-over too.”
“Tell me about my sister. Where is she? Who is she?”
The Afterwork tease [MF][bd]
Does anyone else like the feeling of having small secrets? It can be naughty thoughts you don’t tell anyone, secret messages with someone at work or wearing sexy lingerie under professional clothes that no one else can see. Wearing special strings and bras became a new hobby of mine. The feeling of having something for my own that people wouldn’t expect makes me happy, makes me feel like I can do whatever I want.
I wish I could show you my current favorite! It’s like a smaller corset, with a lot of black and dark violet laces and it gives my boobs this perfect, round shape. You can almost see through the fabric, but only if you are really close. The thong is tiny but the laces fit my butt perfectly. “A pity no one will see those tonight,” I told myself as I put on my black, silk stay ups and a black dress with only buttons on the front. That day we had planned an After Work and even though I didn’t plan on someone seeing them, they gave me confidence and a feeling of freedom…
[MF] [Slavery] [Noncon] [Spanking] [Squirting] The Auction – Part Three
[Part One](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/jneelz/mf_slavery_noncon_the_auction_part_one/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3) … [Part Two](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/jo19n3/ff_slavery_masturbation_the_auction_part_two/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)
***Note:*** *This will be the last Neasa chapter for a while. Judging by the number of upvotes and comments, ongoing series don’t fare as well as standalone stories. I’d like to dip my toes into stranger kinks and move beyond the dom/sub material, but Neasa will be back once my commissions die down and I get my fill of “omg” fetishes. Thanks for reading and reaching out! You guys are great.*
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It had been four days since he’d looked at her. Four days since she’d fondled herself in the parlour while her master watched, and four nights spent wondering what she’d done wrong.
Looking back now, the ordeal felt embarrassing. She had been wet and ready to take him and he’d walked away without a backward glance. Had it been something about her body? Despite Charlotte’s reassurances that their master would ask for her company again, Neasa couldn’t help worrying that she’d wasted her single chance to impress him. It had taken mere hours for him to lose interest in his newest slave.
“Should I apologize?”