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“Just Plain Hal” 3 [BD]

I commence moving my tongue in and out, rhythmically, as if I were fucking her with it. Then I move my attentions up and clamp my lips around her clit, sucking hard then nibbling on it. Anabelle cries out and violently twists her hips from side to side. "Oh, Hal! No, you mustn't. Stop, what are you doing?!"

I do not pay mind to Anabelles pleading, I know Im not really hurting her–I would never truly hurt my precious Annie, she is just unaccustomed to feeling these sensations. She tastes so damned good, sweet and tangy and irresistible. I can not seem to get enough of her. I enthusiastically lap up the juices that leak from her pussy and thrust my tongue deeper inside of her until I feel her cherry. I wriggle my tongue against it and Anabelle whines pitifully, struggling so wildly that I have a hard time holding her hips down. My face is mashed against her crotch as I use my lips, my tongue, my teeth on her. My nose is filled with the pungent scent of her sex and I wonder that I don't go mad with lust. I bring one hand up and thrust it in and out of her sodden pussy, not far enough to breach her hymen but enough to get my finger thoroughly bathed in her secretion. Read more »

“Just Plain Hal” 2 [BD]

My mouth has gone suddenly dry so I take another sip of tea. I stare transfixed as Anabelle moans again and her thick lashes flutter open, her vibrant sapphire eyes dazed from her drug-induced stupor. When Anabelles eyes finally clear, she notices me sitting there and springs up. Swaying with the after-effects of the drug, she puts a hand to her temple as she is momentarily disorientated.

"Easy now," I say, putting my tea cup down and going over to kneel beside her. I reach out a hand to rest on her shoulder, steadying her, and another to check the pulse at her neck. "Youll be fine. It will take a while for the effects to wear off but there will be no permanent damage."

"Where am I?" Anabelle asks groggily.

"Youre in my home, my dear," I answer. I watch her intently as she looks around the room with vague bewilderment.

"Why am I here? I thought I thought you were taking me to the recital "

I sigh heavily and put my tea down on the table. Then I take off my sunglasses and remove the thick wig from my head. It has begun to itch and I am glad to be rid of it. Read more »

Write to Excite Part II: He knew I must be punished.

SATURDAY MORNING

I did not sleep well that night. I wasn’t sure if it was the fact that I was slightly terrified I was going to inspire a Criminal Minds episode, that those pictures of me tied up and covered in cum were going to be immortalized in an evidence file folder after my parents identified me, or that I had ligatures on my wrists from the cuffs cutting causing me pain and awkward explanations later. I decided it was mostly because I was pretty sure I was going to urinate myself if I fell asleep at this point. I try to roll over onto my side to get comfortable. My pussy is still dripping wet and I feel like a good gust of wind could launch me into a mind blowing orgasm.

Around 7 AM the door creaks opens and I pretend to be asleep. The room is lighter now, with the daylight streaming in the egress window. I feel a large body spoon me and hands begin to explore my tits, playing with them and rubbing the nipples. Pinching them roughly. Feeling the warmth of his body and his springing erection, I know he is naked, and I love how his body engulfs mine as he rolls me over into the bed. He loves to touch my soft body. I don’t feel quite as afraid anymore. I open my eyes and turn to face him. Read more »

Left Hanging [M] [F] [bd] [oral]

As with my other stories, this is written for a specific person, hence the first person with wannabe second person leanings.

You stand in the middle of the room, arms over your head. Rope cuffs bind your wrists together; the ends run through a hoop in the ceiling, keeping your arms straight, and pool on the floor behind you. There’s almost no give. Even with the extra height from the heels of the long tan boots you wear, your arms are already starting to ache. You are forced to stand as rigidly, your feet wide and your chest pushed out. Exactly how I want you.

But you can’t see any of this, not with the satin cloth I put over your eyes.

I’m sitting behind you, enjoying the view. My gaze starts low, at your feet. The boots hug the contours of your legs all the way to your knees. I continue upwards, over your trim thighs and rest on your naked backside. Your cheeks beg to be pulled apart, to be caressed. I can’t linger here, not without becoming distracted. Your pale back is arched slightly to minimise the strain in your arms. Your hair falls like a dark waterfall to the middle of your back, begging to be played with. I relish the thought of running my hands through it. Finally your head is held defiantly high. Read more »

Tied [MF,bd,mdom]

It was happening again. I was in over my head. Literally this time- he has taken a liking to watching me struggle, and so has rigged a contraption I have never seen the likes of before. I am upside down; completely vulnerable to whichever direction his desires take him today. My arms are tied, and my eyes are blindfolded. My legs are spread of course, something he takes great pleasure in doing. Despite his outward appearance of control, I know he loves seeing me like this, stretched out, juices already dripping down my body with anticipation. You can smell it too, the sex, the desire.. The room is thick with it, and I eagerly breathe it in, knowing he is as well. I can't see what he is doing, but I can sense him watching me, enjoying the jerks my muscles make and the cute sounds that come out of my mouth when the ropes dig into my skin. I can hear him groan occasionally, especially when I arch my back trying to gain a little length in my arm restraints. Read more »

Dont know if this is allowed but im trying to decide what i want to write next or what ideas to totally throw away. so i was going to post here and see what people thought about some of my ideas. [M/F] [BDSM] [Fantasy] mostly.

Ok so I'm always getting ideas and some are more like just quick scenes i would like to do while others are more hashed out. I'm currently working on two and plan to post them soonish along with the next rebirth of krypton chapter when ever i get to it ( imagine Powergirl, Supergirl, and lots of pleasantly shaped crystals)

Any ways i thought i would write out some of my ideas and get feed back on them or get them out there so someone can see it and maby get inspired. Also it seems like it takes me forever to write, like it takes an hour to get 1500 or 2000 words out when i try to write a fanfic or litfic. Read more »

[M4F][Str8][bd][Mdom][feather][candle wax][ice cube][orgasm] …here’s Squirming Handcuffs

I wonder just how many goosebumps can be generated by slowly running a feather, from your chin, between your breasts and all the way down to your ever swelling mound, as it gets warmer and warmer. Then circling your breasts, in turn, running the tip of it through the crease that's made when breast joins chest. And then I wonder how much you'd wriggle as I produce the Ice Cube of Joy. Not to amateurishly smear it around. Oh no. Just hold it in my fingertips at first, just above your nipple. Letting it drip. Watching it stiffen. Then, and only then, would I lazily drag it across your skin, all around, from the pulse in your neck, to the heave of your breast, down to the soft skin just by your hip. I wonder if this heinous activity would produce such filthy words to be uttered from you, as I take what's left of it and terrorise your poor little kitty. And the beautiful thing is, you can wriggle all the fuck you like, but you are utterly powerless, and loving every second… Read more »

[M4F][Str8][bd][Mdom][Handcuffs] …here’s Happy Handcuffs

I still remember that friday night, when a bottle of red was demolished with ease, as we both relaxed after the demands of the week, and such a long, long week it had been. Sipping the next red, we both relaxed and sighed again, as you nuzzled into my neck, lazy hand rubbing my chest, my right arm around you, holding you closer. And then, as the music played, in your little quiet voice, you said something, I'll never forget.

'Have you ever had a pair of handcuffs?'

'Excuse me?'

You smiled, 'Have, you, ever, owned, a pair of handcuffs…'

I stretched a little, so I could turn slightly, and catch your eye, to see you smiling warmly. And I knew that smile. It was mischief, personified. So I said softly,

'Would it surprise you if I said, yes?'

Her fingers tightened a little on my chest, in response, and she giggled, softly, feeling my heart race a little, the red wine loosening her tongue.

'Mary told me a story today…'

'Oh really…'

My thoughts were in disarray. Was she about to say what I think she was going to say? Read more »