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.

Connor’s Treat [MF][exhibitionist][public][footjob][mild femdom]

So I got into a write-off with someone on DKP – figured I'd post it. Fantasy: Footjob under table in restaurant and bathroom surprise Word limit: 3000 EDIT: Formatting

Stephanie and Connor were wrapping up their lazy Saturday afternoon with some Netflix. Connor sat, naked, on a pillow at her feet, resting her head against her legs. Meanwhile, she slowly stroked his hair. As the episode quieted down, Connor’s stomach growled loudly, startling him out of his half-awake state.

“I guess we’ve been sitting here for a while, haven’t we?” Stephanie laughed, as Connor’s face turned bright red. “Are you hungry?”

“Yes, mistress,” Connor said.

Stephanie leaned over and kissed the top of his head. “You’ve been such a good boy for me this week. You haven’t cum in so long but you’re still so patient. How about we go out to eat? I’ll give you a treat while we’re there.”

“Thank you, mistress, I would like that a lot.”

“You may stand.”

Connor wobbled slightly as he stood, and shook the pins and needles out of his legs.

“What should I wear, mistress?” Connor asked.

Letting some stress out (femdom)

This story took place a few weeks ago so I'm definitely forgetting / fudging some details…. Also this is my first time writing an erotic story and I suspect it shows.


Sometimes I get a craving. This was one of those times.

I fired off a text to my husband, "hey, are you okay with being tied up tonight?"

Then I went to get dressed up in a proper outfit. Black dress, black stockings, starker makeup than I usually wear. Not for the first time I wished I owned a proper pair of fuck me heels.

I still look fantastic though. I love my body… Time to stop groping myself while spacing out at the mirror.

Husband texted back "sure, but I'm kind of tired, so nothing too long, okay?"

Damn. Well, I don't care. I'll have fun anyway.

When he comes home I greet him with a smile.

"You look fantastic," he says, and swoops in for a kiss.

I duck away.

"No touching without permission," i say. "are you hungry? Do you need to eat first?"

The Daughters of Welliver [mf] [weird fantasy] [fdom]

Andrei made his way along a crumbling roof that ran parallel to Welliver’s brine-lashed seafront. The rooftops of Welliver were very steep, and decrepit, and were it not for the multitude of horrors that stalked the narrow streets beneath their eaves they would have made a poor choice of thoroughfare. But all very present those dread legions were, so the creaking rooftops and the precarious old planks and ropes running between them presented the lesser danger.

Many of the shingles of the seafront roofs had come loose from their seats or were missing altogether, allowing the passage of rainwater and sea-spray that corrupted the supporting beams and caused the ridges to sag between the solemn stone chimneys like a miserable row of bunting. The remaining slates were heavy with moss and tufts of tall grass and hearty mats of ivy seeded by gulls, more slippery and treacherous with each passing winter. Beyond the rooftops the grey water of the harbor was thick with the barnacled masts and ragged sails of ships, all abandoned, dashed and sunk long before Andrei was born.

What Happens in the Locker Room [mffff][Str8][Bi][Group][Oral][Mast][Fdom]

Coach Klein blew the whistle, signaling the end of practice for the day. Ryan finished his lap in the pool and pulled himself out, glancing around the indoor pool complex. He noticed the rest of his team gathering over in the far corner of the pool, and jointed them.

“Okay guys, good practice today,” Coach Klein said. “Now I don’t have to tell you all about how important tomorrow’s meet against McLane High is, you already know that. So get a good night’s rest, make sure you eat a healthy dinner, and pack some healthy snacks for the bus ride there and back. The bus will get here around 9am, it’s a two hour ride, and the meet starts at 1pm. Everybody clear on that?”

“Yes coach,” the team replied in unison.

Coach Klein nodded. “Okay then, you’re dismissed! See you tomorrow, guys.”

As the team got up and made their way over to the men’s locker room at the far end of the complex, Ryan made his way to the coach, taking off his swim cap and shaking the water out of his short brown hair. “Hey, coach, you got a sec?”

Blackmail Bitch Part III [fdom] [bi] [blkmail]

Three weeks later…

Samantha is sitting on a bench eating a banana. For once she is not wearing her cock. A tiny little thong and a short skirt with a nice loose swirl felt good. Purple silk top open enough to show off the pretty purple lace bra. Black Boots that reached up to her knees completed the outfit. She was a combination of classy and slutty. Normal for her.

She is waiting. The two girls sitting across the table for her are babbling. Explanations. Excuses. Blaming the system. Their parent's expectations. People are so dull she cannot help but think. Finishing the banana she tosses the peel on the table and pulls the pocket recorder from her pocket. She waves it in the air and the other stop sputter to silence.

"Yeah. Blah blah blah. You two blew and fucked the guy who came here to administer the SAT. Getting test booklets from him you took them home. And wow! When you gave them back to him and he tossed the ones you pretended to take on the actual day… what a shock you kicked ass!"

She puts the recorder back in her pocket.

Blackmail Bitch Part II [fdom] [bi] [blkmail]

4 hours later….

"Hiya Unca Frank." Samantha waves as she walks in the big office.

Frank Jenkins is the CEO of the security company her father owns. He is not really her uncle it was just a little joke between them.

"Sam! Good to see you. I bet I know why you are here." he smiles back at her.

He is a big man. 6' 4" tall and built like a linebacker. He was one in college and he still kept in shape. Frank worked his way up from the security teams to CEO of the company and he was still a top contender in the yearly combat trials. He did not have to participate but it was a point of pride that he not only could but did well.

Sam walks across the big room. Moving around behind the desk she puts both hands on his shoulders and pushes him back. His chair rolls away from the desk as she perches her round teen butt on it.

She flashes a big smile as her hand slowly starts to move down her body. Running slowly over the curve of her left breast.

Blackmail Bitch Part I [fdom] [bi] [blkmail]

It is noon, 5th period….

Samantha Osborn has a secret.

It is not that she is a rich little bitch. Her family is possibly the richest in Boston. She goes to the best private high school, dresses in designer fashions and drives a Ferrari.

It is not that she is a lesbian. Everybody knows that especially the poor boys who are foolish enough to flirt or try to get close to her. Her acid tongue leaves them in smoking little piles in the hallways of her school. Most people have seen that happen at least once.

Certainly not the fact that she knows far more about a lot of people than anybody should. Her father owns a large security and detective firm. It is no secret that she has daddy wrapped around her well manicured little finger. What the princess wants she gets it is as simple as that.

No the secret hangs between her legs.

Jennie’s Pet [MMF] [Fdom] [Bi]

Watching Jennie get dressed in the morning was one of my greatest pleasures. Whenever I could, I would stay in bed and enjoy the sight of her gorgeous body. After she dried off from the shower, she’d come back into the bedroom and walk around nude while she picked out her clothes for the day. Sometimes she’d even try on different outfits and I could watch her dressing and undressing for longer. Seeing her lovely body moving and slipping in and out of her sexy clothes was incredibly arousing to me.

Jennie hadn’t allowed me to touch her or even touch myself for over two weeks. I wasn’t supposed to be keeping track of the time; Jennie had told me that she would decide when I should cum again, and that I shouldn’t be thinking about when it would happen. But not thinking about it was impossible. For the first several days, I’d been hard all the time and my balls had ached to cum. Now, the effect was much more on my mind than my body. Any time, really all the time, I was easily distracted by the thought of Jennie, her gorgeous body, and my desire for her.