A lost wager and a blindfold. [MF, Bondage, Consenual, Long]

Hannah lost the bet, she knew it wasn’t something she could get out of. Hannah and Sam’s relationship had only just started and to get to know each other they decided to have friendly wagers on different things. At first it started out as small stuff, who ever won would have to cook or something like that. Lately though since their relationship had become more sexual the bets did too. She didn’t know what Sam had cooked up for her, she only knew that she had to do whatever Sam said till the end of the night. At first she was nervous about what that could entail but she trusted him so she followed when he told her to come up to the bedroom.

When he entered the room he turn around to her holding out a black band of cloth and told her to put it on. Hannah had a skeptical look on her face but decided to put it on anyway. Once she had it on Sam said “okay from now on there won’t be any talking, if you need to stop just say Pineapple.” Hannah couldn’t help but laugh and started to ask about what he was going to do but before she could speak he stopped her by kissing her on the lips before saying “remember, no talking.”

Aurora Park: Part 1

# Aurora Park

## Chapter 1: Moving

I would tell you it’s a typical day here in Scottsdale, Arizona but that would be a lie since I don’t really know what a typical day is like. I just moved here from New York City about two weeks ago and I’m still getting adjusted to the many different changes that come from moving across the country. After living in New York City my entire life, I was getting bored of the environment and having to put my entire paycheck towards just being able to keep a roof over my head. I told myself that once I had enough money I would get out of there, and I’m glad I was able to at the young age of twenty-two.

I moved into a small house, which only cost me about forty percent of what I was paying in New York City. I also had enough money saved to get me through about a year, so I had ample time to find a job. My daily routine has been the gym, job searching, girlfriend searching, and food. That’s not really the correct order though. I’ve been trying to prioritize the girlfriend searching over anything, including food, since I’m at the point in my life where I’d like to bring someone else into it. I also have a year before I’ll run out of money, so the job searching can wait a bit. At least that is what I told myself and I was fine by that.

My first story! Enjoy :) The Ex. [Femdom, bondage, cuckold, dom/sub] [fiction]

They met one day while your wife was out. They began talking and decided to add each other on Facebook. You became concerned because you had a bad history with your ex. She was controlling and manipulative, and played mind games with you. Your wife insisted that she was very nice and wanted to keep talking with her. It is no secret that your wife wears the pants in the household, so you did not argue with her…but you were still nervous.
A few weeks went by and they were still chatting with one another. They would frequently go on coffee dates and get late night drinks together. Every time you asked your wife what happened while they were out together, she would give you short answers and change the subject. You also noticed that she put a password on her phone and laptop. What could she be trying to keep from you? Not only that, but you feel as though she has become distant. It can’t be a coincidence that since they have been talking, sex has become almost nonexistent.

A Close Shave [bdsm] [M/F] [shaving] [bloodplay] [knifeplay] [razorplay?] [consensual] [handjob] [NSFW] [hairy] [hairless] [soft bdsm]

Inspired by a writing prompt by a deleted account but I’ll link it anyway:

WP A4A BDSM/Bladeplay – A Close Shave! from DirtyWritingPrompts

I love a shaved undercarriage. That soft skin so smooth and bare and supple, it’s inviting and delicate and just wonderful on the tongue and lips. My partner, though, he’s never shaved. He said he did some grooming years ago, but prefers a “manly bush.” I’ve never outright nagged him about it, but I make it a point to bring his attention to my own bare pussy at least once a week, usually when it’s at its softest. He loves to lick and kiss it, says he enjoys how bare my lips are, but still never touches a hair of his own.
A few months ago we started dipping our toes into the BDSM lifestyle. He’s usually a dom, as I’m naturally submissive, but every so often we switch, just to try things out. Last week, he told me I could be his dom for a while and do whatever I wanted to him. Anything! I jokingly proposed taking care of his unruly bush, and to my surprise, he aquiesced. So yesterday, I got to it.

Boyfriends Bondage Demonstration Leads To Me Blowing His Buddy [MFM]

This story is a follow up to [another story I posted](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/4d9awd/my_first_time_was_a_bit_different/). That’s a decent intro to my relationship with this boyfriend I dated for quite a long time. Our relationship relied heavily on sex; naturally, we were quite kinky. He was very controlling in bed. One of our favorite things was bondage. Up until this point we had done basically done everything but sex with other people.

I was well aware he told a few of his friends all about our sex life, showing pictures and delving into extreme detail. If we were hanging out with just them they would always bring it up someway or another, and my bf just encouraged it. It was embarrassing but I kinda liked it. I wouldn’t say much since I’m pretty shy, mostly just smiling and playing along. There was a stint where we hung out with these guys all the time, like several times a week. My boyfriend grew ever more bold when they were around, slapping my ass, telling me to fetch drinks, having me wear skimpy clothing, calling me slut… All this in front of them and we loved it. For us this turned into an extension of sex, he started to act just as controlling when they were around as he was in bed.

[M/M] Married man expands his bi-sexual horizons by becoming a sub “sexual object” [Married] [Bi] [Cheating] [Sub] [CBT] [BDSM] [Teasing] [Orgasm Denial]

I’m on a “date” *with a guy*. Me, the kind of shy, almost wall-flower type guy who, although he knows he shouldn’t (heck, I’m married and all), has agreed to go on a “date” with a guy who obviously wants to “dominate” over me sexually… it’s the kind of scenario in which this other man knows somehow that deep down in this somewhat quiet, nervous guy (me) is the need to be fucked, and fucked well, and if he plays his cards right, he can play off of this married-guy’s need/desire to feel like he’s being dominated and receiving sexual attention/pleasure.

This arranged meet-up and “date” is such that there we are having a drink, and yet underneath the table-cloth covered corner we are sitting at, the dominate man starts to make a move; he grabs my crotch to feel the goods hiding there, and I, I’m just turning beet red, but also not telling him not to do that either. He knows that as long as he is patient, and gentle (at least until I can “take it”), he’ll be fucking my tight married ass before the night is over…

T’s Instructions (part 2) [MF][Oral][bondage][anal] Feedback welcome!

**Please read [Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/4jrld0/ts_instructions_mforal/) first!**

T sat up on the bed and swung her legs beneath her ass. She picked up the collar that M had placed next to her.

“That felt… incredible,” she sighed “should I be putting this on?”

M took the it from T’s hand. There was a small ring at the front of the collar which M clipped a short length of chain to.

“Please do.” M replied giving it back to her.

T wrapped the collar around her neck, and cinched the buckle tight.

“I’ve been dreaming about this for a long time.” T said coyly. She looked up at him with her deep brown eyes. “Can I see it? Please?”

“Not quite yet. Turn around.”

T swivelled on her knees on the bed.

“Put your hands behind your back.”

T did as she was told. M removed his belt from his jeans and bound her hands together at the wrists. He then pushed T down so that her ass was up in the air, with her holes exposed to him. Her pussy was still pulsing from the first orgasm, and her juices had matted her pubic hair slightly. Her moist asshole glistened in the light from the lamp on the table.

Stories of a creampie whore [F19/M20]

I love getting creampied and ever since I got my IUD in a over a year ago, my boyfriend has been more than happy to oblige my fetish. Background: I’m Asian, 5’5, curvy with a nice hourglass and my boyfriend is white, 6’0, thin and lanky with probably an average size dick that fits absolutely perfectly in me. We’ve been together for a while now so we know each other’s bodies really well and exactly how to get the other person off. We have a d/s relationship too – I’m the sub – and love playing around with bondage and toys. This story happened about a few weeks ago.

The Addams Family Chronicles CH 2 A Grand Idea (PT 2) [Taboo] [NSFW] [Masturbation] [ Fan Fiction] [Voyuer]

Meanwhile elsewhere in the house, others were waking. In her bedroom Wednesday’s eyes parted slowly. She was naked save for a pair of black panties and as she sat up, her pigtails fell over the orbs of her pallid, peach sized breasts. Swinging her legs over the side of the bed she rose and examined the room. Clothing was still scattered across the floor and the candles beside her bed were burnt down to piles of wax.

She looked down and examined herself. Running her finger along her inner thigh and looked dispassionately down at the drops of viscous white cum slowly drying on her leg. Silently she crossed the room to a long shelf that ran along the wall covered with glass vials. She selected an empty one, uncorked it and proceeded to drag it up her body, collecting as much of it as she could. Holding the bottle up to her face, she saw it was about half full of mingled semen and vaginal juices. That’d do.

Beta Test – Part 3 [F][nc]

Ahhhh, but vows can be fickle. After spending the rest of her Friday night pampering herself with a long hot bath and a quiet evening in bed, Erin woke up Saturday morning feeling restless. She had spent basically all of her free time the last three evenings playing the game, and she had been really looking forward to playing all day Saturday. She would have been able to make some real progress at the academy…

Erin was still pissed as hell at Hayworth for what he did and at the box for abusing her. If she had any idea how to contact the game makers, she would have screamed at them last night and threatened all sorts of law suits. But her anger had cooled, and she also started questioning herself. How dumb and slow had she been to let Hayworth beat her like that? And, if she had kept her wits about her and just ordered the game to stop, would it have let her go?