Never Ending [Femdom] [Blowjob] [Bondage] [Love] [Sadism] [Facesitting] [Kissing]

Kissing you is delightful. You’re such a gorgeous man… strong, seemingly dominant. But you crave giving into a woman like me. It took a while for my lips and tongue to tame you… you writhed and groaned so loudly. Frustrating, isn’t it? To be restrained… that cock desperate for more sensation. But instead I am gentle with you. Steady. Kiss after soft kiss. For hours. I simply can’t get enough of your desperation — your face of pleasurable agony.

Your cock is so gorgeous… smooth, throbbing, so eager for my body. I want to swallow it up but I know it’s exactly what you want so I deny you for a long time. Instead I kneel before you. I admire your naked, shivering body tied to the chair — it’s cold in here, isn’t it? I’ll warm you up eventually. But first I want to torment you.

I gently hold your cock and kiss the tip. As I slide down the shaft with my lips, I breathe heavily so you can feel the warm air and so I can be filled with your scent. It’s pulsating so much, tensing like wild. I understand. I’ve been doing so much to you. Gently rubbing it, blowing on it, running my nails across it. And now I’m kissing you there. I use my tongue just a bit. Down to where it meets your balls and back up again.

A Simple Game Night [FM] [Mast] [Mutual Masturbation] [Fdom] [Msub]

A couple friends invited me over for some drinks and board games. Usually I decline these types of invitations due to my schedule, but I finally had a night free. I agreed to show up with some baked goodies in hand. They told me they were inviting a few new people that the met at work, people I’ve never met. I jokingly asked if they were some cute guys and started feeling a little nervous when they said yes.

A couple hours before the get together, I began feeling anxious like I had to dress to impress. It was a brisk fall night so I went with a body tight black turtle neck that accentuated my large breasts and a pair of skin tight faded blue jeans. Even though I dressed modestly, my breasts and voluptuous bottom would steal anyone’s attention if they were interested. Satisfied, I made my way over.

IMAGINE [JOI] [Femdom] [Cuckold] [CEI] [BBC] [SPH]

How Does It Make You Feel to know that right now my pussy is filled with another man’s cum.

Yes, I know that you love it, but tell me though, how does it make you feel?

No, horny or turned on isn’t good enough.

“Reclaiming” me isn’t the reason you crave this. That can’t explain the hunger that I see in your eyes as you feed. There’s more to it, isn’t there?

I know you love me. Yet you sit there, watching other men fuck me into submission. You sit there and watch as they take what was supposed to be yours, but you just knew you weren’t enough. You knew I needed these other men, didn’t you? You knew it even before I did. That’s why you let me have men on my own now, while you stay here, **imagining** what it is we’re doing. **Imagining** what he’s doing to me and how much I’m loving every second that I have with him.

You get so hard just thinking about it, don’t you? Look at you, you’re so fucking hard right now. Let me crawl up and sit over your face.

A Stay at the Inn (femdom)(throatfucking)(MM)(FM)(Cowgirl)(Oral)(BDSM)

Author’s Note: Hi! This is the second chapter of an ongoing story, so if you haven’t read the first chapter here’s the link [https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/j0z0e7/a_noble_and_his_escort_strange_meetings/](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/j0z0e7/a_noble_and_his_escort_strange_meetings/)

That being said I hope you enjoy and would also like to give a huge thanks to my Mistress Louise for helping me edit this chapter.

Before Cornelius knew it sunlight was pouring into his tent and slowly he began to stir. His eyes blinking open as he began to look around the tent, he stretched, and felt his jaw ache, reminding him of what they had done last night. “It wasn’t a dream then,” he thought to himself. He heard movement outside the tent they had shared. Someone was approaching, and he instinctively moved to cover himself as Hareleth re-entered the tent. The large orc guard smiled as she approached Cornelius and was soon kneeling beside him. She had a sack bundled under her arm and she began to rummage through it.

[F4F] [Ramblefap] Where are you, my little slut? [FDom] [Fsub] [Longing for you] [Cunniligus] [Fingering] [Talk of/description of [Fantasy Rape]] [Pretend Non Con] [Mistress/willing slave] [Strap on] [Begging] [Rough Sex] [Pussy Worship]

I didn’t intend this to be so long when I first started writing it, so I thought I would try my luck and post it as a sort-of short story. This is my first story submission, so please be kind. And if you like what you read, please be sure to tell me about it. If I get enough positive feedback, I might try and submit another story later! ?

This is me just rambling as I touch myself, wishing to find the perfect little slut for me…

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My pussy is aching… It’s been so long since I felt a tongue eagerly licking up every drop of my sweet honey… It should be criminal.  Certainly should be punishable. 

I guess I will just have to punish you, my soon to be slut.  How many lashes would it take before you broke down and begged for my forgiveness?

Forgiveness for what?

Well, for taking so long for me to find you.

I’ve been waiting, checking my various dating accounts where I spend each day searching for you.  I send out countless emails to possible matches… Yet, still, I’ve had no luck.

Liliths Favourite

From something I am currently working on. Femdom for your enjoyment.

She stood next to the bed admiring the gift she’d wrapped herself. Bound in red rope complete with black cuffs that almost formed a bow above the perky diamond plugged arse they rested on. *Such a pretty gift* she thought to herself. It was no surprise to her that the best gift to ever come from a man was complete body autonomy over him. This little whore was no different. Happy Fucking Birthday to me she thought to herself as she opened the suitcase to her right. An array of whips lay perfectly next to each other waiting for her to bless one of them with her touch. She grinned as she chose one. She wrapped her fingers around the cool leather handle and ran her hand up and down it’s smooth, rounded edges before she traced the letters on the paddle. Each letter deeply carved into it so it would mark the flesh of the one lucky enough to feel it. S. L. U. T. she smiled to herself as she looked at her slut tied down and waiting.

Cruel [Femdom] [Bondage] [Sadism] [Vibrators] [Facesitting]

She loved to see him in a state of desperation. Coming home to it was such a height of her day — she never got tired of it. Being out, knowing her man was here, struggling, writhing, enduring the pleasures and pains she had left him with made her feel so good. Something about it… This sadism deep in her heart. As she opened the bedroom door and found him, it bloomed inside her chest and she sighed happily.

“Oh, you look beautiful,” she said.

He was some guy who had tried to pick her up one night. He had no idea what he was getting himself into… what sorts of desires were held deep within her soul. She took him home. Gave him a taste of her eroticism. And now… well, now he was completely hers. She didn’t want to break him. But… she couldn’t help it. He was addicted to her treatments now.

He was secured to her bed, his wrists and ankles restrained with duct tape. She loved to use it — tearing it off his skin and hairs was so much fun. Using smaller pieces of tape she had attached multiple egg vibrators to his erect cock. There were three along his shaft. One taped to the very tip. There was one on each of his nipples as well.

Just Friends [Gentle Femdom] [Loving] [Humor] [Facesitting]

He was her best friend. And now, suddenly, she was owning him like this. She had never been so… felt so… powerful. How did they end up here? How did she end up on top of him like this… rubbing him like this… moving her body in ways she never had before…? She had nearly forgotten through all the pleasures.

 

Darren had been her good friend for many years. Through high school. Through college. Now they were roommates with other mutual friends.

And through all of that time, Isabelle had repressed her feelings for him. She’s lost count of how many nights since the day they met, she masturbated to the thought of him. And her fantasies increased in intensity over time. She would often think of him tied up. At her mercy in many different situations. Many of them were dark… that she had stolen him away completely, keeping him locked up somewhere no one could find him. She felt strange… felt bad for thinking such things. After all this was Darren. The guy who helped her through multiple breakups. The friend who she loved to talk with for hours about life and video games and whatever other nerdy, mutual interests they had.

Claimed | Part 2 [Femdom] [Edging] [Sadism] [No Sex] [Teasing] [Masturbation]

The next day, I was at her apartment at five just as she requested. She must not have been expecting anyone else because when she opened the door she was dressed in the most gorgeous lingerie I had ever seen. I looked her up and down. Her bra and panties a deep black. Fitting her so well. The rest of the straps and stockings were just as dark and made her look dangerous in the most amazing way.

My Mistress was in her late thirties and her body was incredible. Of pure mature beauty. The night she approached me in that bar, the night she claimed me, I knew deep down she was desperate to have a guy like me. I knew exactly what I had that older women wanted. I was in my twenties, took good care of my body and was eager to pleasure women. Though, before I met her, I had no idea I was into this sort of lifestyle.

She yanked me inside and slammed the door shut.

“Welcome back,” she said, sauntering over to me. “On your knees.”

I did as I was told.

The Amazonians – Chapters 3-6 (futa) (pegging) (CFNM) (femdom)

[Chapters 1-2](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/iz9pwe/the_amazonians_ch_2_cfnm_femdom/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)

Chapter 3

Lepsa was the the first to request my services. She was perhaps the least desirable in the tribe. Lepsa is shorter and squatter than the others. Her dark, frizzy hair was often unkempt and it didn’t look like she tried. Her loin cloth was always misaligned and she almost never bothered to wear a top, allowing her lopsided breasts to sway freely. Back home, if she were to have a shower and set of decent clothes, she would be considered attractive. Here, she was practically homely.

First, she instructed me to clean her modest tent. The tribe didn’t have much in terms of belongings, but Lepsa found a way to litter her tent with trash. She watched me labor and sipped what I assumed to be an alcoholic beverage I often saw them drinking. This made sense, as she often seemed tipsy while she strolled aimlessly along the village paths.

I couldn’t be sure, since I can’t stare directly at them, but I could swear she was touching herself while my naked body sweat, bent and lifted in front of her. I’d catch glimpses of her biting her lip. While my back was to her, I’d hear her moan and groan.