Human Prisoner Dommed By Big-Titted Orc [MF, fantasy, monster girls, vaginal, bondage, lactation]

THE STORY THUS FAR: Moonfire is a female Orc warrior whose bosom has grown huge thanks to the magic curse of a rival shaman. In the aftermath of a battle, she captured a human noble for ransom, and travels with him in tow through a mountainous wilderness.

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“I thought you said you were on the outs with your clan,” the bound human said. Liam was slightly on the small side for his kind, maybe around five foot five, with a slim wiry build. He sported dark auburn hair raked casually over brown eyes, capping a short fringe beard. At best, he was maybe in his late twenties. Not much older than Moonfire herself.

The Orcess was a sharp contrast to her prisoner in almost every way. She normally towered over him at six and a half feet in height, boasting brawny muscles and a curvy figure even aside from her immensely augmented bosom. Like all Orcs, she possessed rich green skin, high pointed ears, and small twin tusks jutting out from her lower lip.

They lay under an upended wagon canted at an angle against a giant granite Sunder Wall, sheltering from the raging blizzard just beyond.

How I helped Katie get her groove back [MF]

In my younger years, I used to keep more of my dirty writings and photography online, and kept up with social media more, as well. One of the eventual perks of this was having a group of “mutually appreciative artists” where the relationship was definitely more than a friendship. Now that I don’t live in the Valley any more (or the State of California, for that matter) I’ve focused my photography elsewhere, but one of my regular friends was someone who posted a lot of her own erotic pictures named Katie. She’s an Englishwoman who had really made the most of her workout regime, and kept her middle-aged body in just stunning form, and made a point of using it as the most frequent subject of her photography. We would trade a lot of comments back and forth on how what techniques we were using and how to improve our shots, but you couldn’t deny her fine taste. While we did certainly flirt now and then (given everything else we did, it would have been more surprising had we not!) it never got very serious, or into any sort of role play.

Rush Part Two [4Some] [Exhibitionism/Voyeurism] [BDSM] [Fetish/Kink]

“You changed your hair color.”

“So did you,” She teased as she put the almost empty glass of champagne down on the table and sat down in the chair next to mine.

“Wig.”

“Dye,” She shrugged. “The color wasn’t appropriate for my next campaign, so I was told to dye it.”

“So you are…”

She lifted her index finger with a perfect French-tip nail up to her pouty matte nude lips. The blush colored gold and lace mask that donned her face accentuated her new honey blonde curls and reminded me of those unique colored curls she had that night. The layered gold choker necklace that wrapped loosely around her delicate neck, drew attention to the plunging neckline of the revealing gold sequined halter top; a small gold disc laid just between her perfect sun-kissed breasts. A micro mini skirt that barely covered her toned ass and tanned long legs shimmered with each movement as gold strappy heels adorned her French-tipped manicured feet. She looked every bit the model I knew she was that night.

“No names. Once we put our masks on, our outside identities are left behind for the night. This gives us the freedom to indulge in who we want to be or who we truly are.”

The best way to end an argument [FM]

So my husband and I had exchanged nothing but civilities for 48 hours. He was annoyed about…well, I’m not really sure what he was annoyed about, but I was bored of it and also very, very horny.

I’d just ran myself a bath && he mentioned something about ordering trainers online. Things were starting to thaw apparently so I took a shot. As I was pottering about I sent him a link to a most delicious looking (mild) bondage set and told him if he was ordering stuff anyway then he can get this for me. I heard the ping of the text and about 3 and a half seconds later he was standing in front of me.

I tried to look surprised, to look innocent, but it had been 5 days, I can only hold out so long. Next thing I know I’m being dragged to the bedroom, conveniently naked prior to my now forgotten bath. I laughed as he threw me on the bed and stood next to it, taking off his shorts, tshirt already on the floor.

[MF] Joyful Struggle

My SO and I have light bondage kinks. She loves to build me up and completely ruin my orgasm. But I love to tease her endlessly until she’s begging me to cum in her.

One day, we had just finished bathing together. No sex, but just complete skin-to-skin intimacy while enjoying the lukewarm temperature of that is our apartment’s crappy water heating. Beggars can’t be choosers right?

Anyway, since it was a rare free Saturday, I didn’t bother putting on my clothes after drying myself – and she felt the same way.

While peacefully clipping my toenails, I hear the buzz of some sort of gadget. As seconds went by, the sound became more familiar, and louder as the source approached me.

“Babe” said my maniac of a SO. “The jungle has grown too large”

With the most horrifying smile, she marched towards me with my shaver. I was scared at first, but I built my resolve and stood in defiance against her. She ran towards me, raising and waiving the shaver in attempt to deter. But as her hand entered my perimeter, I easily disarmed her and disabled and threw the shaver towards the bed.

Happy 8th of March [group]

Not much of a writer, but I just experienced something rather hot and amusing, so I decided to make my first GWS-post.

A few weeks ago, I came across this petite, beautiful girl on fetlife. I do rope bondage, so I sent her a message, asking if she wanted to meet up for a coffee or something and letting me tie her up if the chemistry was evident. She complied, we met up, and the chemistry was indeed evident, so I invited her home to tie her up. After a few rope sessions, we ended up fucking, and decided on a fuck-friend type of relationship.

Now, this girl is a hardcore feminist. Me, I’m not much of a feminist. I’m all for equality, but I think feminists go about it the wrong way, so their views don’t really get along with mine. And towards the society, I act like a chauvinist, as I seem to get the best reactions doing so. So in this girls’ mind, I was a chauvinistic pig who happened to be an amazing lay.

Which brings us to yesterday.

[M]y incredibly hot semi-public encounter with a [F]lirty backpacker (Part 4) Hotel Room Adventures

**Day 2**

We had been in each other’s arms for what seemed to span an age. I wouldn’t and couldn’t let her move even if she wanted to. Just us intertwined, her soft skin against mine till she woke. We had never actually spent a night together and it just felt so fucking right.

I think secretly we were both awake but such was the moment we were experiencing we were both just enjoying each others touch and presence, neither of us wanted to be the one to spoil it. As the sunlight started to begin to creak through the curtains and the noise of traffic picked up outside. We eventually and somewhat reluctantly unwove our bodies and made out some more before I lead her to the shower.

We smelled of pure sex, the room we were in smelt of a previous night of intense passion and hotness. It was getting actually me going on pure instincts, she was getting me going such was her beauty and amazing body. She looked so fucking good sex hair and a bit bleary-eyed, but so fucking joyful, smiling and tempting. Her lips plump, her natural beauty still radiating. I glanced at myself in the mirror I looked like some kind of neanderthal vagrant, thankfully she did not seem to mind so much.

Sub M.O.M.S. – Jessica, Part 1/2. [Mom/son, inc, slow, oral, solo, M/F, anal, satire]

Sub M.O.M.S. – Jessica [Mom/son, inc, slow, oral, solo, M/F satire]
by DiscipleN

*For extra context, please read my first, “S.M.O.M.S.” story. (“The Origin” is not the first one. This story breaks-out from the first. All are self-contained.)

“My name is, Jessica Mayhew, and I will have been under my son’s control for one year, five days from now.” I despise every one of the needy cunts in the room. They try not to stare at my nearly naked, shaved body. More than one are probably bi. I’ve heard their stories. I’ve watched them listen around the circle of chairs in the dim light of one candle. They soak up each other’s guilt and grief and shame. They need reassuring, that their suffering can be eased by sharing with other victims of the same weakness.

I am neither weak nor ashamed. My son, Patrick, pays for his transgressions. My husband has caught us on several occasions, and I may have hinted the possibility to Ron beforehand. Remembering the first time we were caught still gets me off when I want alone time. Ron sent Trick to the hospital. The police were called. Trick told them his father had actually saved him from a beating by a mugger. We were a tight-knit family, getting along on a knife’s edge. Patrick has his mother’s genes for strength and arrogance. Ron is simply a bastard.

Spitroasted like a good little slut [MFM]

So last night I went on another slutty adventure. I met up with my body builder play partner, Jeremy, and my Master had decided earlier in the week that he would join us because I had been craving having more than one cock at a time. I am really craving a gangbang but that takes time to plan and organize. Hopefully soon!

So I met Jeremy at the hotel room that he got for us. Master was going to meet us there in a bit after he got out of work. After settling in we decided that he would give me a massage. We had talked about this before meeting up because he likes giving massages and knows how to give good ones. I never turn down a free massage! He brought coconut oil to use too! I stripped my shirt and bra off, and laid down on the bed. He climbed on top of me and started rubbing my shoulders. It felt really good and it was a nice, relaxing way to start our session. He spent probably around 10 minutes massaging my shoulders and my back. When he was done with the massage we decided that I should put a plug in my ass to help me prepare for DP later on. I grab the plug, lube it up, and slide it into my asshole. I love having that plug in my ass because I feel so full with it in.

An Unexpectedly Kinky Second Date With [M]y [F]riend… [exhibition], [public], [kink], [light bondage]

Context: Last weekend I (20, 6’2, 6.5″, average build) went out on a date with a {f}riend (19, 5′, 36B, fairly slim) for the first time. All throughout the day she did everything she could to tease me. Before we left she got me to hold a jumper that she was going to change into, which she did right in front of me revealing that she had no bra on. Throughout the day she would bend over in her short skirt showing me her lacy underwear. When we were sat down she would “accidentally” have her hand against my crotch. And so I of course “accidentally” found my hands against her boobs, making sure to rub the fabric against her nipples. At the end of the date she gave me a hug and whispered in my ear “Maybe next time” with a wink, making sure to show off her body one last time. This is the story of that next time…