Tag: Bondage

The story of how my newly kinky girlfriend sprung sex with a guy for the first time on me as I helplessly listened to Complicated by Avril Lavigne. [FMM]

This happened a week ago. I recent started dating my best friend of 3 years. I finally got the balls to ask her out and she agreed and its been going great since. There is a bit of a story there, but I will leave that for another time. She is pretty fucking kinky, as am I. We don't share a lot of fetishes, but we have always been happy to assist each other with them, even before we started dating. I have always told her that I wanted to try sex with a guy some day, and she always tried to get me to do it, but the stars just never aligned I suppose.

Fast forward to day one of our relationship as a couple. We know each other about as well as we are ever going to, so touchy subjects are not really a big deal to discuss. I have always told her that I would want a monogamous relationship if I ever "settled down" some day, and she was always the opposite, so this is clearly an issue. Before I asked her out I decided that there is no one I trust more, so I could get past the "open relationship" this as long as I was always involved, I told her that was a must, and she agreed on that. Read more »

Bound For Pleasure [M,F] [BD]

“Hey Aaron, we’re heading out for a beer, you want to come?” Aaron looked up from his computer screen, squinting into the darkness at his coworkers. “Nah, I’m good. I really need to finish these reports by tomorrow.” “Suit yourself.” Aaron watched in disappointment as they filed out of the office. It was late, well past midnight on a Friday, and he was stuck at the office yet again. He rubbed his bleary eyes and settled back into his chair, looking numbly at the spreadsheets in front of him. He didn’t notice the dark shape creeping out of the shadows towards him. Aaron leaned back in his chair, barely stifling a yawn, when a hand clamped down hard over his nose and mouth. His first instinct was to scream, but the hand pressing against his face held a thick rag, muffling his voice. A sickly sweet smell invaded his nostrils, and Aaron clawed at his attacker’s arms, trying to pry them off. Their grip was surprisingly strong, and Aaron felt the strength slowly draining from his own muscles. He tried to say “Just take my wallet,” but it came out in a sloppy slur of words as he dropped out of consciousness. His attacker released her hold and Aaron slumped forward onto his desk. “Fifteen years later and you still don’t put up a decent fight,” she marvelled. In the cool light of the computer monitor, her golden blonde hair was a perfect platinum. She pulled a thick coil of rope from her jacket pocket. “Tonight you and I are going to have a little fun.” Read more »

Becoming Lydia, pt. 1 [f] [mast] [internet chat]

It had been a month since Lydia had slept with her boyfriend for the first time ever. At 19, she knew how late a bloomer she was – her friends at worked teased her all the time, and she was certainly one of the last girls among them to lose her virginity – but her boyfriend Max appeared to have been patient.

As a matter of fact, he hadn't been. Max had been desperate for sex, knowing full well that he was "falling behind" his friends who bragged constantly about their triumphs over girls – a fact that only got tougher as they entered their first year at the state college, where all it took was a little liquor to get lucky. One night, a few months before, while Lydia was busy working at the seafood restaurant in town, Max went alone to a party near the school. Frustrated with Lydia's seeming disinterest in anything sex-related, he took home a high-school girl and lost his virginity to her in his dorm. When Lydia finally gave up her own virginity to Max a little later on, she was confused as to why he seemed so bored, being completely oblivious that Max and the girl from the party had been hooking up for months. Read more »

[mf,anal,scat] The Momento

I can't remember exactly when it happened, but we graduated at some point. We went from the shy limits of new lovers to naughty children alone in an attic. Not every time, by any means, but when we had time on our hands, do you remember how we used to go from sweet, gentle vanilla loving to that urgent, adrenaline buzz fest as we pushed each other toward the land of taboos, soaring high as kites on the filthy wonder of it all?

I was very much in love with you, and nothing about you ever put me off, once we got to that deep place. Even if I walked into the room unexpectedly after you'd just passed wind, I wasn't repelled. I mean, I didn't exactly like it, but I did like that we remained polite and didn't talk about it, both accepting that this had happened and that it was OK. Actually, as I recall it now, I really liked how you'd come to me for a reassuring hug, that strange little smile of embarrassment on your face and your eyes kind of wide. We'd just stand there in each others' arms, and let things be, the smell would leave us and we were so content together! Who would have thought that a fart could actually be romantic? Read more »

Jennie and Taylor, Part 2 [MFF] [Fdom] [Les]

Taylor and I had been seeing each other off and on for about a month. Taylor is a short girl, but very curvy. I’m small too, thin and kind of flat chested, but still a little taller than Taylor. I have pale skin and shoulder length dark hair, and people tell me I’m pretty in a girl next door kind of way. I don’t get any complaints, understand, but sometimes I envy Taylor’s sexy curves and the effect her gorgeous tits and ass have on men.

We had gone out to a move that night, and the movie was ok, but we were really more interested in touching each other. I’d spent most of the show with my hand on Taylor’s leg, and she’d had her head on my shoulder, occasionally nuzzling my neck or ear. We were excited to get back to my apartment and enjoy some more private time together, so Taylor was disappointed when we got home and my husband Rob was there.

“But I want you to myself,” Taylor complained.

“Sweetie, you won’t even know he’s here if I ask him to stay out of our way,” I explained to her. Rob is very submissive, and was waiting patiently to see what I’d do. Read more »

Mystery man [MF] [bd] [bdsm] [nc] (x-post)

I don't know what my lover's face looks like. Hell I don't know what any part of his body looks like. I don't know if he is old or young, thin or fat, strong or weak, ugly or handsome. I don't know what race he is or where he comes from.

What do I know about him? I think, from the way he sometimes places his arms on my shoulders when he is deep inside me, that he is tall. But that's not a very exact way to guess a man's height is it? I could be out by a couple of feet in either direction. I know how his hands feel. I guess, from his prowess and the slow measured pace of his breathing, that he is middle aged and in good shape, but this is pure speculation on my part. In the height of passion I have heard little gasps from him, but not enough to tell you what he sounds like. Romantically I like to think that if I ever met him I would recognise him by his smell, but even I do not really believe that. Truthfully I could not tell you what he smells like. I think he uses an odourless antiperspirant. Read more »

My ‘bucket list’ weekend.

Hi. It was suggested that you folks here might enjoy this…so here is the synopsis of my weekend!

It was all actually first written as a PM to a female friend, so it has many little aside comments that might detract from the story…but, anyway, I left them in, so here it is!

Okay. So. In short a bit of backstory because I think it's the sort of extra detail you might want to know. I met Jeff and Matt at my gym. There is a regular crowd at certain times of the day/week and you get to know the usual ones. About maybe four months ago I was using some of the equipment in the weight room and they came in and one of them made a friendly comment to let me know my thong had ridden up and was showing 'whale tail'. Not a big deal but it happened to be a shocking pink colour and was hard to miss. It was a bit risky for him to say anything at all as the gym has a super strick policy of any sort of harassment, but I took it as the helpful comment it was intended to be and as both guys were super fit and quite studly I joked back that maybe next time I wouldn't wear any at all to avoid that problem. Read more »

Taken by the Troops – the Wedding [bondage, MMF, anal worship, 12-inch cock, exhibitionism]

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The morning of my wedding to General Pierce, two days after the sessions of wild orgies and fucking and sucking and licking that had marked my arrival at the base, I awoke to the lazy, rolling licks of two rough Army tongues tickling my clit and taint and asshole.

“Mmmmm….good morning men,” I moaned, stretching out in the silk sheets of my private barracks on the base and spreading my legs wide to give the two young soldiers plenty of room to stuff their tongues and lips into my clit and anus.

The sun was streaming in through the window and I stretched and grunted with pleasure as the young men went to work on me.

In the two short days since I’d first arrived at the base of Kansas’s 88th Artillery Division, I had experienced more sexual bliss than I’d ever known in my three decades on this planet.

And now – a dream come true – I was set to marry General Pierce, and his rock-hard, enormous raging hot dick, to become his forever, and live with him on the base where his men would set about their mission morning, noon and night to pleasure their commander’s beloved little fuckball. Read more »

I Taught His Girlfriend A Lesson [bi] [mf] [ff] [bd]

His girlfriend was already in bed. After good food and a few too many great drinks, 10:30 P.M. seemed early to me. We'd snuck off a few times earlier in the evening to touch and kiss, but I wanted more. A lot more, in fact. The warm buzz from the night's drinks turned to lust and bravery. I wanted to teach his girlfriend a lesson. She never kept him satisfied or even made an effort, and here we were in their living room, ready to ravage each other at any moment. I was hungry to please him. He made me feel brave and sexy and loved and I couldn't imagine how his girl, whom he chose to spend his life with, could be so selfish and ignore his needs, especially when he catered to her every desire. Read more »

[F]un with [m]y wife

My wife and I recently got into bdsm. We dabbled once or twice before, but I never understood how much pain she found enjoyable until just recently. This Sunday we had the house to ourselves. She asked for lunch, I told her I already know what I want to eat, which is my typical response, joking but not really. But to my surprise, she lays out spread eagle. I started by handcuffing her over her head, then pulling her shirt up to use as a blind fold. Surprise,no bra! I licked and teased her breasts, alternating pressure and sucking and flicking. My hand drifted down and grasped her crotch firmly, pulling up, rubbing back and forth.I proceeded to pull off her shorts and panties, stopping to inhale her scent. I LOVE a woman's scent. I prefer sex pre shower. I teased and licked but nothing too gratifying. The Wartenberg wheel was next on the menu, but I dipped it in ice water first, dripping some water onto her clit, then each of her nipples. I gently ran the cold wheel around her areola, gently and slowly, then up and over her now erect nipples. The skin of her breasts became taught. Flipping the wheel on its side I dragged it down the center is of her chest, leaving light red trails till I stopped at her pubic bone. I dipped the wheel in water again, rolling ever so lightly down her hood, over her clit and down her labia, continuing down her inner thigh, rolling back up and proceeding down the opposite leg. Sipping from the ice water, I proceeded to envelop her entire mound with my mouth, flicking her clit with my tongue, dragging it over her labia from left to right and back. Then I pulled back and slapped her sex. She snapped back and gasped. Read more »