I was never a ladies man. Even though I work out and keep my hair cut and my facial hair well trimmed and clean, I just don’t seem to rub girls the right way. I still find myself thinking of that day when Gina dumped me. She was a beautiful half-Colombian brunette. She was sweet, she was loving and, most importantly: She was kinky like me. She had a thing for being tied up, and she told me several times that she fantasized about being trussed up in a straitjacket and locked in a padded cell. I developed my fetish at age fifteen, when I walked into my mom’s bedroom and caught a glimpse of a character in her favorite soap opera being tied up in one. Gina had a similar story, but it happened when she was eighteen and she saw it on her abuelita’s favorite telenovela. Seriously, what is it with daytime TV shows and straitjackets?
Tag: Fantasy
The Weekend Retreat Ch.02 {BDSM/fsub/mdom}
[Chapter 1 is here :)](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/i5asyg/a_weekend_retreat_chapter_1_bdsm_female_sub_male/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)
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Mia sank into the huge chair by the window. The extra £25 for a first class ticket was definitely worth it. The carriage was clean and modern, and most importantly empty.
She then opened up her emails on her laptop. There was a few things from work which she needed to reply to. Then, she checked her email confirmation once more. Lastly, she gazed into TWR chat rooms. The organisers posted pictures showing them setting up the conference. Most rooms looked like typical conference rooms with the programmes on the corporate chairs and nibbles on the side of the room.
However, some rooms did not at all look like a typical at all. There were different rooms from an office room, a doctors room, a romantic getaway, a nursery style room, a classroom… Each room was completely unique, and Mia was impressed with the level of detail in each room. The only similarity between them was the blacked out windows for unsuspecting vanillas. She particularly liked the fact the rooms were so creative, it took some of the cringe out of role playing.
Ladies – Pleasure instructions
Lock those doors and turn on some music (optional)
Tie your hair in a bun cause we’re about to get moving,
Get topless
If you’re feeling uncomfortable to get topless, then remove your bra underneath your clothing,
Grope your breasts and massage it,
Give your breasts a good shake,
Run the tip of a finger around your nipples ? (.) but not on your nipple for 4 rounds in a circling motion ? ,
Grope your breasts and give them a good squeeze while you Put your nipples between two ✌ fingers and squeeze them,
(think of it as lips sucking on your nipples)
Bet your nipples are hard and erect by now…
Hitch your dress / shirt up / slide your shorts / pants down ,
Keep your panties/thong /g string on (referred to as panties hereafter ) ,
You must have only one item of clothing covering your crotch,
Spread your legs wide and identify a potential comfortable humping item or vibrator (referred to as cock hereafter) ,
Let my high school crush take my anal virginity! [FM]
Hi, friends :) I’ve been active in this community for a while, I’ve even posted once or twice but ultimately took down my posts for unknown reasons. So hello!
I’m 22, 5’2, cute and curvy, with a thick ass and some big ol titties :) I’ve got long red hair and freckles all over! My names Amelia ? hope that helps with the visual :)
This requires some backstory: I lived in Colorado for a spell during my sophomore year of high school. I met this cute guy named Aaron in between classes and we exchanged phone numbers during the year. He would call me and we would stay up late talking about anything and everything, I loved talking to him. We quickly figured out he lived about a mile away from me in the neighborhood right next to mine. One night, he called me and asked me to come over, and that quickly turned into me going over there once or twice a week in the middle of the night.
The Lonely Tinder Wife [MF] – Part 1
I matched on tinder with this lonely lady stuck in a bad marriage q while back. I asked quite a bit of her over a multiweek period, and afterwards, asked her to write out everything she felt. Nothing is sexier/kinkier than raw authenticity.
*I can’t remember how long ago it was when we first talked. I remember that I saw your picture and knew immediately that I wanted to know you. You’re the only person I initiated a conversation with on tinder. You’re the only person I pursued at all. I remember you were an asshole, a lot of the time. And sometimes that made me laugh, and sometimes it pissed me off. But you stayed in my mind. I wanted you to talk to me. I wanted you to boss me around a little.*
The Sharp Edge of the Veil – Ch 1 [MF][Urban Fantasy]
## Chapter 1 – In the Beginning There Was Darkness
The fist hit my nose like a malformed sledgehammer. It hurt. And when I say hurt, I don’t just mean in the physical way. It hurt my pride more than anything. The fist was withdrawn once more and the face of the ugly man wielding it showed through a swimming of stars.
“Give me one reason why I shouldn’t hit you again.”
I blinked the tears out of my eyes and worked my mouth, trying to form words. It went all right.
“You shouldn’t hit me,” I mumbled, blood running down from my nose into my mouth. “Cause your girlfriend’s pussy tastes like salmon.”
The last word came more like sermon due to a broken lip. But he got the drift. The fist hit me again.
The probelm with fucking your students is that things get messy…[Mff, Taboo, Anal, Professor]
The unraveling
“So, what *is* the charge of iron, then?” Dominique groaned, running her fingers through her hair.
Metals didn’t like to play by the rules. At least, not ones intro chem students understood regularly.
“It’s all dependent on oxidation states,” I explained. “That means you have to look at what the element is reacting with and—”
“Oh, my God! I can’t do it anymore!” she screamed, setting her head down. “I’ve only been coming to these stupid sessions so I can—uh. I really like you. It’s almost the end of the semester and I’ve made like—no progress.”
Dominique looked both ways and popped her tits out of her shirt, right in the middle of the atrium. I gasped and reached across the table to stop her.
“What the fuck are you doing?” I asked.
There were only a few days left in the semester. Our final was Thursday. It felt good to be in the last week of classes. Laci and Vanna were quite confused as to why I’d stopped interacting with them, but I couldn’t exactly say it was because I was dating Emilia. We would announce after the class ended.
The Festival of Shooting Stars [MF] [fantasy] [plot] [wholesome] [public] [long]
The three young men talking over their beers were merchants, foreigners from far away. You could obviously tell it by their looks, their clothes, and their accents – but also, by the excitement in their voices.
“Yeah, I mean, I’ve heard the stories, right, but you know the stories you hear in port towns…”
“All made up—”
“Yeah, yeah. So I was hoping that what I’ll see here will live up to a tenth of the hype, that would already be something… but no, this whole festival is really pretty much as they say!”
Their talk was loud enough to carry over the sunny inside of the inn. Two tables over Iden, his hand on a flagon of pear cider (blissfully cold thanks to those heroic blocks of ice that persisted in their straw-filled cellar even now in the dead of summer), smiled in an unexpected little surge of pride.
Kontaria tended to make a very deep impression on anyone who visited. It was a fairly small country, and at a glance an unassuming one – a mess of lakes and ancient woodland by a cool sea, dotted with villages and pasturelands, no stone cities or castles or anything impressive like that. Yet even so, it did have its definite claims to fame.
Here’s a dark one for you [32M:29F] adultary, abduction, nonconsent, BDSM, and more…
I had met this amazing woman in college. She was insatiable. She was a gateway to kink. No matter how hard I tried I could not find boundaries; she wouldn’t say no to anything. There were some things I didn’t even want to try but ended up doing for just to see if she would call my bluff. She never did.
To me she was a drug. The way she smelled, the way she felt, the things she could do, the orgasm she could give me me with her was a high unlike anything else. And it went both ways. Enough time apart and we craved sex with each other. While a real relationship would never work for us, it took nothing to end up in bed, or a backseat, or a church, or a mall changing room… We had an off and on again relationship for years that probably could’ve set a world record for “best sex.”
It was a shame when she told me she engaged. This was in bed after some acts I knew her fiance would never be bold enough to do to her. I scolded her for not telling me and she confided that he just couldn’t satisfy her in bed. And even if she could cum, it never was as good as it was with me.
Straight dude with some pretty gay fantasies [Gay|Blowjob|Anal]
I’ve used a dildo before, but this time I fantasized that it was real. A real penis of flesh and blood.
I wanted to touch it. To hold its weight in my hand. To play with its skin.
I imagine a scene for myself.
When I try to picture the body of the penis’ owner my thoughts don’t fully crystallize, just loose thoughts of muscle and skin.
I’m fixated on the groin. On the shape of this penis. It’s beautiful. It’s majestic and grand.
My mouth waters at the sight of it. I want it.
I’m nervous.
I visualize I’m kneeled down. I tremble before him, offer myself to him, ready to obey his every command.
I want to be owned by him, to be embraced by him, to feel him inside of me.
I want him to listen when I tell him to take it slow. I want him to ravish me when I let him.