The Nights not Over Yet[FF][Celeb][BDSM][Sequel]

This is a sequel to The Night has Only Just Begun, so if you haven’t read that one then I would recommend you do so first (which you can find on my profile). This story is heavily focused on how Poison Ivy punishes Harley Quinn for seducing her. Once again, I do not own these characters or have the rights to them. If you enjoy be sure to Heart and Reblog!

Ivy was furious, and she planned on making sure Harley Quinn learned her lesson. Moving quickly she reached under the bed to pull out the ropes that she knew was secured to the footboards. At the end of each rope there were handcrafted leather cuffs, which were deftly attached to each of Harley’s ankles.

“Hey now, what are you doin Red? Getting all feisty on me? Is this because of the crack about you being a delicate flower earlier?”

“No, this is about me saying I didn’t want to do this again, and you seducing me! ME, the queen of the Gotham underworld! So now, I’m going to teach you a lesson, and it’s going to hurt….”

Stories of Maggie [MF] (long) Vol. 1

The story of Maggie is wide spanning with lots of great material to write about. If anyone enjoys I’ll write of our notable encounters in future posts.

Some backstory: I’ve known Maggie for 20 years. We were together for the first 5 of those years and remained number one on each other’s booty call speed dial up/fuck buddies list for another year and a half or so after that. The greatest sexual stories of my life were with Her.

The good: Maggie was the embodiment of perfection as far as my radar goes. She was (is) funny, loved to have fun, loved to travel, incredibly career driven (almost to a fault), VERY intelligent, spoke 3 languages (Spanish, English, french), she was a pistol, would never hesitate to snap you back in line, and was/is off the charts sexy.

Descriptors (me): I stand 6’ even, dark hair, olive complexion, slim, fit but not muscular or hard bodied but not at all lanky. I’m a grower not a show-er, certainly not in the 7” reddit army of delusion. Average length, 5-5.5” but 6“ girth. I’m 60/40 ass/boob man (respectively) in sexual preference and have a foot/toe fetish and prefer short women and small feet. I can’t be with someone with ugly feet, yes I realize the scale of vanity there. I love beautiful toes and a high arch. I love to give foot massages and get rock hard in doing so. I love sucking on toes, foot jobs, cumming on toes.

[F] About the bath I just took, reading GWS!

Hi, Cindy here :)

I thought I would write a quick post this time, just to talk about how I spent the last 30 minutes in a warm, blissful state of peace and happiness. I’ll give some credit to the warmth of my bath, the aromatic salts, the aromatherapy candles, the music (any Coheed and Cambria fans?), even the glass of wine. But most of the credit really belongs to u/joehanson112 and u/rachel_gws_throwaway. Here’s why:

I sank into the tub, as always, with my phone in hand. I placed it delicately on my little plastic bath caddy, on its side and angled up so I could watch netflix while relaxing under the thick lavender bubbles. With my hair pinned up, I was careful to resist the temptation to sink all the way under the comforting water, to immerse myself in a cocoon of warmth… but it wasn’t easy. Those first few indulgent, delicious moments in the bath are one of my favorite things about being alive.

[MF] A One Night Stand With A Girl I Met On Twitter (Part One)

Hey guys, long time lurker, first time poster here (although I often post on dirty penpals and the Celeb DPP). I’m just an average guy from south east England. My sex life has rarely been much to speak of, unlike many posts on here, but I do have a couple of very hot stories. This one is the story of the best sex I’ve ever had. Apologies in advance as this story is rather lengthy, but for those of you who stick with it, I think you’ll agree that the story is worth it.
The girl in question is still active on Twitter, I don’t know if she’s ever used Reddit, but I’m leaving her name out of my recount on the off chance.

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Back in 2011 I was scrolling through Twitter, I used to scroll through the trending hashtags to find people who I had things in common with. Truth be told not much has changed. Anyway, if I recall correctly it would have been around the time of the Reading & Leeds festival. I’ve never been myself, but I often watch the TV coverage. Anyway, I saw this girl on Twitter who had tweeted asking who Them Crooked Vultures were. I replied and explained that they were a supergroup formed of members from QOTSA, Foo Fighters and Led Zeppelin. She thanked me in her response and somewhere down the line we followed each other’s accounts. I didn’t think much more about it at the time.

Lending a Hand, Part 1 [MF] [Long]

Long-time reader, first-time poster. Hoping to make this a regular thing so long as people enjoy! Standard “good stuff starts here: _______” disclaimer applies.

(Upfront admission: this happened long enough ago that some aspects—a.k.a. dialogue—have gotten a little fuzzy. As such, I’ve taken a few liberties to make things read a bit more naturally. But rest assured, the recollections themselves are all true.)

I was in my senior year of university, and my course load was light. Being the go-getter that I am, I decided to get a job—specifically, one that would look good on my CV. After turning over a few rocks and talking to a few friends, I wound up getting a gig with the students’ union. Good work, cool people, and decent pay. What more could a 22-year-old want?

At first, I was sweet on one of the execs—a tall drink of “please sit on my face” named Tessa. Beyond being cute and easy to talk to, she was also the one I worked with the most. But after a couple of weeks, I found myself getting on really well with one of the other VP’s: a curvy redhead named Janice who was as bubbly as she was cool. Played in a band, told funny jokes, and rocked a delightfully tight and faded Velvet Underground t-shirt like it was going out of style.

[M]y fun night [W]ith a stranger in Venezuela

[Back Story]

This all takes place last year when I was staying at a nice resort hotel in Caracas Venezuela. The reason for being in Venezuela of all places is because I’m a professional baseball player and for those of you who don’t know, it’s a job that can literally take you anywhere to earn a paycheck. In Venezuela, Americans are often looked at as rich and possibly being a way for girls to escape poverty. The women there treated me as if I was a celebrity right away, pretty much the opposite of how I get treated back home. Now, I’m not the most attractive or confident guy but I would say that I usually have pretty decent luck with women, that is when I actually have the balls to talk to them. To paint you a picture I’m six foot, blonde hair, blue eyes, and have an athletic build. (Also, I’m 27 years old.)

Ended up sleeping with a semi-decently known person of minor “celebrity” status…had no clue she was, and didn’t find out until hours later, shortly before we did the deed (she was surprisingly deep too, philosophically-speaking) [MF]

Here’s something that I never thought would happen to me ever. Half of you probably won’t believe it, but I saw this sub and figured that it might actually be an interesting place to write it, so, here you go. Not every day this arbitrary stuff happens, and, frankly, I actually think that it is one of the funniest things that has ever happened to me in my life.

Anyway, so, yeah, I slept with this girl who turned out to be of some prominence, although, despite technically being subconsciously aware of her existence for years (never knew her name till then though), I literally had no idea who she was upon introduction, and did not until shortly before I sealed the deal. She probably liked the fact that I was not a fan and treated her like the average person you’d just strike up a conversation with. Since she is semi-somewhat “high profile”, I am not going to give out her name. The story is all that matters. It is likely that many of you, as I did not, haven’t ever heard of her, but I’m not going to be a dick. (I assume she is really only prominent in the younger teen demographic given what she does).

Alone with Ashley, Day 4 [mf][inc][mast]

“What’s up?”

I tossed my Popular Science magazine aside as Ash entered my bedroom and sat on the edge of my bed. Her friends were still hanging out downstairs probably wondering how to get me to come back so they could embarrass me further. Ash had her hair tied up in a messy bun and was wearing sweats and an oversized t-shirt. But damn did she look cute.

Ash began asking me about the type of girl I like and although she said it was because her friends were quizzing her, part of me wondered if she was asking for herself. At first I said she was my type, but in a sarcastic way and I’m glad that’s how it came out because at that exact moment her friend Simone passed by my door. I doubt she heard me, but still, I didn’t want our secret to become public knowledge. I guess I must have satisfied Ash because after I described my type she perked up, kissed me on the cheek, and dashed back downstairs. After she left I got up and closed the door, locking it behind her. I lay back on my bed, my dick already stiff and closed my eyes, remembering our time together the day before.

[MF] A Cold Summers Night

It had been a long, hot day when Ethan got back into the house. This was to be expected – after all summer in Queensland is typically on the wrong side of 35 degrees for comfort. He brushed the dirt off his boots and took them off and placed them on the patio. The patio was well weathered, in desperate need of a coat of paint, but had that country charm that is so often associated with older houses of its generation.

“I’ll add paint the patio to the list” Ethan murmured to himself as he ran his rough hands down the grey, splintering column next to his boots. “And probably a good sanding too.”

Looking out across the front paddock that stretched to the main road at the end of the long driveway, he could just stand there and smile. It had been a good season so far with plenty of rain and corn was over head height with a good chance of getting a decent yield for once. Turning towards the front door his nose was the first thing to turn off from the day – alerted by a smell of fresh bread drifting out of the kitchen. Ethan walked down the hall, his mismatched sock covered feet making little noise on the polished hardwood floors. Halfway down the hall, walking past dozens of photos hanging on the wooden walls put there by three generations, Ethan turned the corner into the study, or as Emma called it – her “Sanctuary”.

I thought she was 18 [mf]

I’m writing this at the risk of catching a lot of negativity from it. I’ll say that I’m very open minded and comfortable with myself and am not writing this for approval or disapproval. I know that I never seduced this girl in any way, and am not conflicted about what happened. I didn’t know how old she was, but she knew how old I was. This is a true story I’ve only told one other person and not in such detail. If something like this makes you uncomfortable, you don’t have to read it.

I was 36 at the time. I’d say I’m a pretty good looking guy and in excellent shape. And I only mention that because people might wonder how I pulled this young hottie. Anyways, I’m a professional photographer and single dad. I do the dad thing half of the week and the other half I like to party. And with my job and circle of friends I end up around a lot of young girls who model. About a year and a half ago, I had sex with a girl I thought was 18 but turns out she was actually 16. She had been telling people that she was 18. And in case you’re wondering, the legal age of consent in Hawaii is 16. Which I did not know prior to this occasion. So for anyone who claims this is against the law or that I’m going to jail, it’s not, and I won’t. So please hold off on those comments as well as any hateful comments that simply spew your immediate disapproval.