Tag: Bondage

After the party [MF] [piv, bd, oral]

After a night of flirtatious glances across the room, and the party beginning to wind down, I follow you into the cloak room, the lock making a loud click as I shut the door behind us. Striding across the room, I grab your wrists, pushing you against the wall, kissing you along your collarbones and up your neck, whispering in your ear, “I want you. Now.” Giving you a nibble on your earlobe and biting down your neck, I raise your arms and grasp both wrists in my hand, the musky scent of my cologne filling your nostrils.

Roughly stroking your cheek, tracing my thumb over your mouth and down your chin to your neck, circling your breasts, caressing the bottoms and sides while I kiss you deeply, my tongue wetting your lips before parting them and massaging your tongue with mine, my hand moving lower, stroking your side and over your hip. Read more »

Kathy [FFM]

We lived a mostly vanilla life for the two years after we left Norfolk. Our house was leased by the Commanding Officer of a Cruiser for the next three years and during the next decade after that several other officers rented the place thanks to Renee’s contacts she made in her last job. 

I left my ship with a heavy heart, I was going to miss that gal and would never be on a Kidd Class Destroyer again. I couldn’t even look back as I hopped on my bike with my seabag tied down behind me and headed south to get back with Reneé. We hadn’t seen each other in three months.

She found us a nice three bedroom cottage across the street from the ocean in Fernandina Beach. It was almost halfway between our bases, we had a half hour drive each. I had to take the Mayport Ferry every day to work, it was all four lane highway for her.

She gave me the lowdown on what was going on at the Sub Base. It seemed there was a huge swinger scene both on and off the base. We didn’t get involved for a few reasons, mainly because some people talked openly about what went on. It wasn’t really a secret.  Read more »

Down in the park [MF] [exhib, bd, oral, piv]

Arriving at the dog park late one spring evening, you bring your pup through the double gates and unhook her lead. As soon as the clip is released, she scampers off like a shot, kicking up dust in her path as she weaves through the trees, barking her introduction to the other dog sniffing around in the grass at the far end. You gather the leash in your hand, taking a seat on the slatted bench across from the entrance.

I toss a tennis ball to my dog and let her return it, scratching her head when she drops it and then launching it back into the grass, watching the dogs chase and tumble through the gravel. Your dog pounces on it as it bounces and guards it, growling when mine comes near. I leave the dogs to play and rinse my hands by the spigot for the large metal bowls filled with water for the animals. I stride over to you with a smile and take a seat on the bench next to you. Read more »

[MFM] [MF] First time at a swinger house party part 1

So last night Master and I went to our first swinger house party and it was amazing. It was at this house in DC that was really nice on the inside. Upstairs was all set up for play to happen. Lots of tempurpedic mattress pads laid out on the floor, 2 mattresses on the floor and then one regular bed. The party was for couples and single ladies so we brought our friend Melinda with us who we have played with before. We got there around 9:45 and were just hanging out and chatting with the people who were there. As it was last week everyone was very friendly and welcoming since it was our first time there. Dan and another couple we had met at the gloryhole party were there so it was nice to see them again. I also got to meet someone who had messaged me on Reddit after he read my gloryhole story, his name is Sean. Everyone was talking downstairs and people were asking what everyone was into. I said I was super submissive and Sean said we were going to have a lot of fun tonight, he had brought his toy bag. His girlfriend, Steph, also said that I would have a good time with him. Read more »

Seela Carter and the Little Deaths of Baeladees (Part 1) [MF][FF][ENF][Exh][Fantasy][HP Wizards]

[Editor’s Note: This is a piece I wrote on commission, but was abandoned by the original requester after one round due to it being non-canon HP fiction. I was clear that I wouldn’t write about characters I grew up with banging each other (I have *some* scruples), but it is what it is. I offer it to you all, gratis.]

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**Seela Carter and the Little Deaths of Baeladees (Part 1)**

Here I was a First-Year—in university, this time—but a First-Year nonetheless. Magical university, I would learn, was nothing like and *exactly* like magical grade schooling, all the hassles, the fun, the trouble, but maybe the stakes were higher, this was my future, after all. Much in the sense that I wasn’t good enough to get into Hogwarts, I also wasn’t good enough to get into the university-level version of it—a university so elite, it’s not even possible to utter its name unless you attend or graduated from it. So, I went to Burrlumps through my Eighth Year, and now I was in northern Scotland at Baeladees. Read more »

The office visit [MF] [job, bd, oral, piv, exhib]

As you finish another seemingly interminable phone call, the last in a long line of frustrations, your arms are suddenly restrained, the receiver clattering to the desk. You exhale sharply as two strong hands cup your breasts, thumbs rubbing your nipples as the fingers gently lift and squeeze your full bosom. As your body is enveloped by the figure behind you, your hands fall to your sides and your breathing quickens in anticipation. The hands working over your breasts, sliding up your chest and across your collarbones, thick fingers gently squeezing your nipples as they stiffen from the attention through your bra. As they slip down your chest again, your shirt is parted around your shoulders and tucked under your bra, exposing the sheer black fabric. The hands caressing you move up your neck, to your to your chin, to your jawline, behind your ears and grasp your flowing hair, giving a forceful tug. Fingers trace your back, finding the clasp, unfastening your bra as your breasts relax and spill further out of your top. A few of your coworkers notice your increasing state of undress and arousal, as your moans, quiet at first become more audible over the murmur of the office. Some of your coworkers are watching from afar, in curiosity or shock. You look up and see their gaze transfix on your increasingly naked form, as your bra lifts over your head and falls to the floor. The cool office air causes your nipples to tighten, becoming hard nubs on your soft, supple breasts. Young and old, the crowd increases as the men duck behind cubicles and the women shift uncomfortably, wetness forming between their legs. Moist fingers pull on your nipples and release, letting your breasts fall, jiggling and tugging on the surrounding skin. The hands moving from pawing at your chest to spread your legs, opening them forcefully, causing your skirt to ride up and display the damp spot in your panties to the crowd . Then, as one arm supports your breasts, the other would rub your thighs, making sure your legs stay open for everyone to see. Two fingers massaging your slit through the thin fabric, making you even wetter as it pushes the material between your lips. Another tug on your hair snapping your head back so I could kiss you, running my tongue over your lips before forcing its way inside and circling your tongue, a faint clicking of my piercing against teeth seeming to echo inside your mind. Lifting your skirt, my hand sliding between fabric and flesh, a finger entering your soaking cunt, bulging against the lacy cloth as I built a rhythm, slipping in and out of you, rubbing your spot as i lift your shirt to your bicep, until it was just a band under your heaving breasts, holding your arms to your sides. My palm traveling down your chest, between your cleavage then to the bottom of your breast, up the front, then crossing over and down the other side, giving both breasts the attention they crave. Swirling my finger inside of you, the steady back and forth replaced by small circles against the top, causing you to tingle as your muscles tense and a flood of cum soaks your underwear. Spinning your chair around and dropping the back, I’d kneel, lifting your legs over my shoulder while removing your skirt and underwear, tossing them to the gathering crowd to fight over. Lowering the chair, my zipper traveling down with you, letting my hard cock spring free and let you start to stroke the shaft, rubbing your thumb over the top to coat it in my juices. Your shirt tightening, lifting your breasts higher, brushing them against the tip of my stiff shaft, slapping the head against your soft flesh then rubbing the tip on your nipples in tight circles, causing a sticky rope of precum to stretch like a chain between them. My hand moving to your neck, pulling your head closer to my thick, throbbing cock, which you readily devour. Sliding your hot, wet lips down my shaft, pressing against the bottom with your tongue. Tasting my desire, sending you into a frenzy, bobbing your head back and forth as your suck on me, your hands rubbing the stickiness on your tits into your skin and pulling them with your whole hand. Grabbing my waist, pulling me closer so you could get nearly the entire length into your mouth, causing the men in the crowd to cheer for your wanton abandon. Pulling my throbbing cock out of your hot, wet mouth, circling the head with the tip of your tongue, feeling your hot breath over wet skin, I then watch you lick from the base up to the tip before wrapping your mouth around my shaft and drawing me into your mouth again. Alternating between these motions until my cock was swollen, almost too large to fit in your mouth. Looking up at me, demanding, “Fuck Me.” Read more »

The Holiday Party [FM+F+] [bd, exhib, job, oral, piv, rough, bi, dp]

Arriving home from visiting your parents, you find an outfit laid out on the bed: a black leather dress with crocheted lace above the bust, a red balconette bra and matching string bikini panties, a black garter with sheer red thigh high stockings, and a black lace choker. Your phone buzzes with a reminder that my holiday party is that evening.

You disrobe as you thumb through the clothing, rubbing your fingers over the different materials and textures. You enter the bathroom to shower, and makeup has been set out on the vanity counter, a matte red lipstick, a warm colored palette of eyeshadow, along with your usual eyeliner, mascara, highlighter and foundation.

Vibrating against the counter, your phone displays a text: “I just got out of work, I’ll be home in 45 minutes.” You pull back the curtain, gingerly stepping into the tub, letting the warm water cascade over your skin, taking the chill of the season with it down the drain. You lather your hair and condition it before soaping up your body, and finish cleaning your body with a razor before stepping out and toweling off. Read more »

[MF] When your FWB is a masochist [bondage][spanking]

Allow me to set the scene. In a darkened bedroom, a woman wearing only a pair of glasses and a very, very mischievous smile wiggles her butt in the air as she positions herself on all fours, spreading the weight to her elbows, away from her cuffed hands, asking for me to get a little rough. I swiftly pick up my belt off the floor and lightly pat her ass with it, teasing her.

“Ooh, a belt,” she laughs, “a little traditional but not bad.”

Normally, I’m not a very dominant person. I don’t exude that in-charge attitude naturally, in fact being in charge of everything in a relationship would drive me up a wall. No, I like strong equals as my partners. That said, however, after a certain conversation, the right words, and the right mood behind closed doors brings out a whole new me. A me that isn’t shy about giving instructions. A me that won’t hesitate to spank you if you’re being disobedient on purpose, just to test me. A me who will order you to beg me for something you really want. A me who might just deny you an orgasm if I don’t think you quite earned it yet. “Emily” was a girl who liked that me. A lot. Read more »

Hotel Tryst [MF] [exhib, bd, ds]

You follow the familiar route to our secret getaway, the path a blur of street lamps and red lights, until you arrive at the hotel. The valet trades your claim ticket for your keys, the engine purring back to life as the car disappears into the garage. You’re left slightly shivering in the cool evening air, before walking inside and entering the elevator.

As the lift lurches up each floor, you can feel the tug of anticipation welling up inside you, unsure of what awaits you. Leaving the elevator, you furtively scan the hallway, ensuring no one saw you steal away to our sanctuary. Slipping the key into the lock with a muffled click, you open the door and enter the suite, a rush of humid air escaping the room like a pleasured sigh.

Inside, a single lamp was lit, casting a glow on an envelope. Tearing the thick paper open, a small card flutters to the floor. On it, simple instructions:

“I’ve drawn you a bath. Warm yourself in the water. I’ll be along shortly. Wait for me.” Read more »

Pool Passion [MF] [exhib, bd]

Sneaking into the hotel pool after hours, we hang our robes and slip into the warm water, playfully splashing and enjoying the soothing heat after a long drive. As you stop to rest on the side, I swim over to you, stroking your hair as I pull you into a passionate kiss.

Turning your body towards me, I pin you against the wall as I nibble your neck. My hand slides down your side, tugging the left tie of your bikini, loosening the knot. Pulling the fabric to the side, I tease your lap with my nails. My rough stubble scratches between your breasts as my head sinks lower, grabbing the band of your top between my teeth and pulling it up, exposing your damp nipples to the cool air.

Kissing your lips, harder, breathing your desire as I brush rivulets of water from your face, clutching your hair to pull your head back. I lick down your jaw and across your collarbone, teasingly biting the flesh of your shoulder. Twirling you back around, bringing my hand from your waist to pinch and tug on your nipples, water dripping from my palm onto the deck. My cock stiffens from your gasping moan, straining against my shorts. The thick, firm length presses against your ass, parting your cheeks. Read more »