pour some sugar on me (pt 1/?) [MF][bondage][age gap]

**This story is not for everyone.** It features a big age and attractiveness gap and a sugar daddy/baby arrangement. Please refrain from commenting negatively; I’m comfortable with my choices, despite knowing they’re not everyone’s cup of tea. PMs are OK, but please keep that guideline in mind. **Thanks, and hope you enjoy.**

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After a few years at a high-pressure office job, I needed to escape the constant demands and regain some of my freedom. I took a short break from working and spent some time planning, then launched my own business. It paid the bills, but I wanted to keep meeting financial goals at the same rate I had before leaving a salaried position at a competitive corporation. I thought about selling soiled socks and panties; to do it well, I needed to invest money up front, and I couldn’t be sure of a profit. I explored writing Kindle erotica (and wrote several); the return was minimal compared to the time and effort.

I logged onto an old account on a site designed for mutually beneficial relationships. Being a very sexual person, hooking up with a guy who wanted to help with that *and* practical things was a dream.

An over-the-top [BDSM] sex tape [MF][BD][sadism]

The first frame of the video is Erik’s smiling face, a slight crinkle around his dark eyes as he looks at whoever’s behind the camera. He interrupts his own laughter to ask, “We rolling?”

He must get a nod, because a moment later he says, “Okay. Let’s play.”

The camera follows his decisive stride, turning a hundred and eighty degrees to reveal the room behind. It’s a large penthouse in a style that doesn’t suit Erik’s young wealth, but he does not seem the least bit bothered by that. He looks at ease in his slim sweatpants as he approaches the woman kneeling on the ottomon in the center of the room. She faces away from the camera with the intricate bonds that keep her hands fixed firmly behind her back on display. Erik rounds the ottomon and stretches his long arm out as he passes her, grabbing the twisted ropes running up the length of her spine to drag her with him as he continues by, pulling her roughly to her feet and turning her — wide-eyed and off balance — to the camera. He grabs her chin in his other hand, first slapping her pushed her cheek and then shoving her head back, forcing her to arch her back and stretch her body taut. He lets go of her face to slap one of her exposed tits.

An over-the-top BDSM sex tape [STR][GRP][long]

*This story is fiction.* I **love** to get feedback of any kind, so PMs are welcome.

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The first frame of the video is Erik’s smiling face, a slight crinkle around his dark eyes as he looks at whoever’s behind the camera. He interrupts his own laughter to ask, “We rolling?”

He must get a nod, because a moment later he says, “Okay. Let’s play.”

The camera follows his decisive stride, turning a hundred and eighty degrees to reveal the room behind. It’s a large penthouse in a style that doesn’t suit Erik’s young wealth, but he does not seem the least bit bothered by that. He looks at ease in his slim sweatpants as he approaches the woman kneeling on the ottomon in the center of the room. She faces away from the camera with the intricate bonds that keep her hands fixed firmly behind her back on display. Erik rounds the ottomon and stretches his long arm out as he passes her, grabbing the twisted ropes running up the length of her spine to drag her with him as he continues by, pulling her roughly to her feet and turning her — wide-eyed and off balance — to the camera. He grabs her chin in his other hand, first slapping her pushed her cheek and then shoving her head back, forcing her to arch her back and stretch her body taut. He lets go of her face to slap one of her exposed tits.

A fantasy of my wife [MFM] [MFF] [MF]

I didn’t want to post this on my main account so I made a new one for this.

Me: 36y man, 5’7″, a lean physique, dark short hair.
She: 36y, 5’8″, a normal physique, blond-brown long hair, sexy pronounced hips, B cup.
We are together for more than 18 years and are both our first love. This story happened in 2016.

I hope I did a good enough job off describing the evening. It was way harder than I thought, (and english is not my native language).

**Some background:**

A few times a year I take my time to really indulge my wife. I try to make her forget all the built-up stress of work and such. She really deserves this for all things she does for me and the kids.
We have a healthy sexlife and are very open about our sexual fantasies. I think we like to talk alot about this because we only had eachother as sexual partners. So there is a lot of wondering… “how would it be with somebody else… how would it be to have a threesome etc…”
During one of those ‘fantasy talks’ she said something that stuck with me. This is the story about how I did an attempt to make my wife experience the thing she talked about.

[MF] I tied my girlfriend up and she loved it

This happened a few years ago with my then girlfriend. For background I’m 27 and about 6’1″ and 180lbs with a muscular build. I go to the gym a fair bit. She was about 5’4″ and curvy in all the right places with huge boobs (E cup or a bit bigger). Think Ashley Graham but a little shorter.

Before me Katie had dated guys who were pretty vanilla as far as sex went. No guy had even spanked her until I did which she loved. She knew that I had done some bondage and a few other things in past relationships and wanted to try it. I agreed and suggested we start out small with something like wrist restraints and maybe a blindfold. You don’t break out the whips and ball gags for the first time.

After this I hit up amazon and some sex toy websites to see what I could find and decided to surprise her. What I got was this: https://www.pinkcherry.ca/under-the-bed-restraints-1 plus a blindfold and a flogger. Figured if using the whole thing was too much for her at first I could always detach the cuffs and use them separately.

The vacation flight [MF] [oral, bd, piv, exhib]

We board the plane and take our seats in the back of the left aisle. I take your coat and carry on, stowing them in the overhead bin, next to mine. I take my seat against the window, searching around for my safety belt and clicking it in place. Taking your hand, I clasp my fingers over yours and lean in to kiss you.

I hold your hand, glancing over at you body shifting gently in your seat, my gaze falls onto your chest, seeing your breasts defined through your light shirt, the cool air causing your nipples to poke against the thin cotton. We mostly ignore the pre flight briefing, lost in the look in each other’s eyes.

The plane taxis out to the runway and begins its quick acceleration pushing us into the seat, our stomachs in our throats. We soon reach altitude, and the flight attendants begin distributing drinks. As one passes, I request a blanket, spreading it over your legs with a mischievous wink.

My palm brushes against your cheek, falling across your body, over your breasts and down your tummy to rest on your thigh under the blanket. Our lips separate from a kiss as you gasp, my fingertips stroking up and down your inner thigh.

Library Rendezvous [MF] [bd, ds, exhib, piv, rough, sm]

I notice you as I’m working on a project in the library, sitting across the common area at another table. I find it hard to concentrate, your partially unzipped hoodie keeps opening as you lean over your books, revealing your cute patterned bra underneath.

As you stand up in search of another book, I quickly scribble a note and wrap it with a long red ribbon, leaving it on top of your notebook. Returning to your seat, tucking your hair behind your ear, you look around and see me engrossed in copying more notes. Opening the letter, you read my words: “I want to ravish you. Tie the ribbon around your neck and meet me in the reference section. Leave your underwear behind.”

You stuff your books into your bag, and I glance up at the noise to see the red ribbon looped around your neck and you finish it in a bow over your throat. I watch you reach under the table and lean back in the chair, your arms shifting under the table before you leave. I wait a moment before I quickly follow up the stairs to the stacks. The floor is abandoned, with low lights illuminating every other row. I check row after row, eventually locating you in a dark aisle near the shelves of encyclopedias.

Afternoon in Eden Wild [FSub][FDom][FMMMM]

This is absolute madness. My throat became dry as I left the ride share to climb the steps to her townhouse on Manhattan’s Upper East Side. Here I am, a woman in my late twenties who left work early on the pretense of a dental appointment to play in Eden’s house on a sunny afternoon. I was waxed and washed, my make-up in place and dressed in a short champagne colored satin slip under a trench coat and impossibly high heeled strappy sandals as Eden had directed. I feel like a virgin…a virgin marching up the side of volcano to be flung in as a sacrifice to the gods.

After running my fingers through my hair to fluff it in place, I rang the doorbell. I resisted the urge to bite my lip as not to ruin my red lipstick. The door opened and Eden appeared in all of her dominatrix glory.

Perfectly beautiful, her slim body encased in a black leather bustier, tight black leather leggings, and sky high black leather heels. Her hair was pulled back into a severe bun and her make-up was impeccable with her lips topped with blood red lipstick.

My pets reward [MF] [bd, ds, sad, anal, Msolo, pett, rough, toys]

I command you to strip and kneel before me, hands behind your back. I begin pacing around your naked and exposed body, examining your sexy curves, adjusting your posture, accentuating your breasts.
Once I complete the examination of my pet, I grab a collar and affix it around your neck, just tight enough to allow one finger between the rough leather and your soft skin. I then gently stroke your head, running my fingers through your hair and trailing off down your spine.
I crouch behind you, affixing velvet lined cuffs to your wrists, the catches dangling against your palm, allowing you movement, but knowing your obedience to Sir will allow you none. Rising, I affix a chain to the loop at the front of the collar, draping it down in front of you, letting the cool metal graze your skin and coil in your lap.
I slide a blindfold around your head and pull it down over your eyes, darkening your vision as your other senses heighten. The chain feels colder, the rustling of my clothing, louder, as I move around you, even my breaths become roars inside your mind. I direct you to put your hands on the floor in front of you, then tug the chain. You obediently lift your bottom, rising to all fours. I push on the back of your neck so you raise your ass into the air.
I then draw my finger tips down your shoulder blades, crossing over the small of your back and reversing the same route over the other side of your flesh. Grasping the chain, I pull against the collar, bending your head back, facing straight ahead. My other hand seeking your ass, caressing your soft bottom, rubbing in slow circles over your cheeks. My fingers barely grazing the bottom of your slit as they cross from one side to the next.
Still holding your neck taut, I smack your ass, a cupped hand striking directly in the center, a warm, stinging feeling rising up to the skin. Another blow lands on the right, an open handed strike, and then a flat slap to your left cheek.
I step around you as I lift you by the collar so you are on your knees, biting roughly up your neck to your jawline as I grab your hair and pull your mouth to meet mine, kissing you passionately, my lips closing over yours, only stopping my forceful embrace to suck on your bottom lip and nibble lightly.
I direct my attention to your breasts, your nipples stiff and exposed. My free hand cupping them in turn, flicking my thumb over your tight buds. Pinching them between my forefinger and tugging, before releasing them to fall back to rest, jiggling slightly. I give them a few slaps, the piercing sensation reverberating across your flesh. One… Two… Three… Four… Five smacks alternating across each breast.
Resting your head on my shoulder, as my hands slide down your sides, following your hip bones and onto your thighs, spreading your legs into a triangle with the floor. Following along your wet slit with the pad of a finger as my other hand caresses your chest, soothing the sting and comforting you after being rough.
Tapping at the top of your lips, sending pulses to your clit as my finger becomes sticky and splashes the juices leaking out of your cunt onto your inner thighs, dripping to the floor. Again, forcing you down to your hands and knees as I stand above you. You comply, obediently, then cold, slick liquid drips down your ass, sliding between your cheeks, swiftly followed by a stiff bump pressing against your flesh and rubbing around your asshole. Slowly working its way in, the cone stretching you, filling your ass with solid metal, until you had taken the entire plug. I tug on it a few times, making you struggle to keep it in place.
Holding your breasts, squeezing them and pulling on the nipples as a whirr rattles behind you. Pleasurable waves begin pulsing over your clit, parting your lips to press against your swelling bud. Grabbing one arm and pulling it behind your back, you struggle to stay up on one hand, then I sweep that behind you, letting your face fall onto a pillow. I attach the cuffs together, binding your hands above your ass, then increasing the intensity of the vibrations. The pulses coming in strong bursts, letting you feel the side and top of the pulsing head on the wand as I raise and lower the end of the shaft.
Turning the vibrations as high as they will go, grabbing your thigh to keep you from pulling away, then lowering the speed until you begin to moan again, I continue working the head against your wet cunt. As you cry out from the sensation, I resume tugging on the plug as I bring the head of the wand back almost to the plug then forward, returning my attention to your clit.
Pulsing across your flesh, pulling on the plug to fuck your ass with it, the sound of liquid pumping out of your ass barely audible over the humming of the wand. Pressing the plug into you, the solid edge indenting your flesh, as the wand continuing its incessant drone on your skin. Removing the metal plug, replacing it with a softer pop plug, the ball on the end pushing deeper inside you, stretching you even further. Rolling you onto your back, parting your cunt with the oval egg on the end of a g spot vibe. Letting you adjust to the fullness before I turn it on, and press it against the soft, swelling mound of flesh inside of your cunt.
You hear the squeak of tape being pulled and ripped before I wrap it around your leg, securing the wand to your thigh, the head still in contact with your clit. Bringing your hands to your front and reattaching the catches, draping them over your breasts, I command you to massage your breasts before I finish the other loop around your leg, then bringing them together and binding them with more tape at your ankles and knees. Lifting your legs, I turn on the vibrator on the pop plug and restart the wand, now stuck between your thighs, directly on your sensitive flesh. I slide the g vibe back and forth inside you, each toy humming at a slightly different speed.
In and out, back and forth, over and over I move the toy inside your soaking wet cunt. Paying attention to your moans, finding what spots drive you wild, teasing you by pulling away before resuming the intense, pleasurable sensations. You hear the sound of a zipper descending and then of skin brushing against flesh repeatedly coming from your left. I watch you build toward release, struggling to surrender to pleasure as your fingers move over your breasts. Caressing. Tugging. Squeezing. Pinching.
The toy resuming its strokes inside you after a moment the swish of skin on skin now coming from your right side, quickening, faster, matching the thrusts of the toy inside your pussy. Redoubling my efforts, fucking your cunt with the vibe, pressing against your swelling spot, the wand pulsing over your clit, and the ball of the plug shaking inside your ass. The sibilant swishing now sounding more like squishing, as drops of pre cum splash onto your tummy.
I groan as I release with you, spurting my cum over your chest and stomach and neck. You rub the sticky fluid over your breasts, your fingers slipping off your now slick nipples. Your howls of ecstasy long and loud as your body quivers and shakes, finally receiving permission to cum. Turning off the toys and releasing your bonds, removing the plug then the vibe. Scooping the cum that pooled on your tummy and dripping it into your mouth, letting you taste your sweet reward for being such a good pet.
Rubbing the remainder of my cum onto your breasts, commanding you to lick them clean. Kissing your forehead as I cradle you, my arms holding you until you catch your breath and stop shaking. Then, finally, removing the cuffs and collar, allowing you to relax in my arms.

[M]assage therapy never [F]ails

Going along with this sub-reddit, which i enjoy, I’ll share some more stories from the archives, REAL stories, some may find appealing, some may find, “eh.”

It is a cold fall night, and i am bored and just bored, not mention i am horny as ever. This is before i began feeling comfortable going out to the bar by myself, which now i do, i mean shit the first time i did i got lucky. But that is not this case. Usually i like to go to a public area and just see who is around, or who i can talk to, like the casino or grocery store (yes i’ll actually play games or do some bs shopping). Tonight became a different case, for where i live, which isn’t far from a popular strip of prostitution (wasn’t going that route tn), I went online just scrolling my night away until my eyes shut. Everything seemed hopeless until a female i grew up with had posted, at like one in the morning, she wanted a massage. For the sake of this story, I’ll name her Tiana.