She sat at the end of the bar playing with a half-melted ice cube inside of a rocks glass. She checked into the hotel earlier, but was still wearing the sweats she had been wearing on the plane. She had flown into Chicago for an industry trade show, and knew she had a few busy days ahead. She alternated between people watching in the lobby and watching the Cubs play the Mets on the lobby TV – anything she could do keep from picking up her phone and scrolling. She always loved business travel, it gave her a chance to feel free again. It had always been that way for her – there was something about that moment she passed through the security gates at Newark Airport that felt freeing. This was only heightened over the past few years as the work-from-home culture had taken hold at her company – she’d only been to the office about 20 times in 24 months, a far cry from the four days per week she was used to pre March 2020.
Tag: Female Dominant
Theme: Graffiti. [Femdom] [Non-con elements] [Neon] [Ferocious Sex]
[Features: Rough sex, ferocious sex, non-con elements, femdom, art, post-orgasm torture, over doing it, graffiti.]
There was paint on the walls. I don’t know why but that’s what stood out to me at first. It took my brain an extra second to kick in why that was what I noticed. The paint was neon, bright, someone had spray painted it all around the wall and completely haphazard. Sure, that was all normal in say, an alleyway, but this was inside a building.
It was the incongruity of seeing something outside on the inside that had gotten to me.
My friend Dave was already schmoozing along, talking to everyone he saw like they were an old pal and more than a few were giving him happy looks and nods and fist bumps. Which would all be normal, somewhat, at other places but not when everyone looked like they had decided the 80’s and the 90’s needed even more rockstars.
Dave had taken me to a rave, even though he kept saying that it was “less a Rave and more just a club with bright lights.” If this was his idea of a club, we needed to have a talk.
“Bar Blow” (bondage, cum drinking, soft femdom)
It was a weekday. The kitchen had been closed for over an hour but my tab remained open. I was watching you clean. We’d been flirting for weeks. After our little jokes and secret glances, the interest was there. But, leaving my number on a napkin just wasn’t my style. Everyone had gone and the cleaning was nearly finished. I could still feel the heat from the ovens emanating from the kitchens. The bar smelled like cleaner and simple syrup. As I swished around the last of my warm beer you turned to me.
“Are you ready to close out?” You asked.
I straightened in my chair and continued to swish.
“Sure. I’ve been waiting though.” I responded, smirking.
“Waiting for what?” You asked.
I turned to face you but kept my eyes low. Slowly I traced up your body, pausing at your midsection.
“For you to let me give you more than 20%.”
I let my eyes continue to wander up and stopped on yours. You’d been returning glances all night and now you looked hopeful, patient.
“How much more?” You asked.
Begging Ashley’s Forgiveness [FM][Fdom][mc][humil]
I was stretched out on a lounge chair next to Millie’s pool, trying to tan, when I felt something block the sun. Her idiot brother, Nick, was standing over me. I forgot he had moved back in with his parents after dropping out of college. Nick was saying something to me, but I couldn’t hear him with my AirPods in my ears. I took one out, even though I had no interest in listening to him stumble through making a pass at me.
“…you lately. What have you been up to?” he was saying. Nicholas was not subtle about checking me out. His eyes scanned up and down my body and it was honestly so creepy. For a minute, I wished I had on like a full fucking jumpsuit, instead of my tiny bikini. Then I decided I would rather just make him leave so I could get back to tanning without being leered at.
“I’m sorry?” I asked, not even trying to hide how much I loathed him.
15 Years Later Ch 10 & 11 [M/F] [Mdom] [Fsub] [Cheating] [Fdom] [Belittling]
Ch 10 Moving On With Life (Rachel)
It’s a little hard to say no to a man when his cock and cum are inside you. Especially when your pussy is throbbing in ecstasy. Not that I would.
“You’re so bad, Kyle. Taking advantage of having your big, thick, delicious cock in me.” I shudder as my own words send a small tremor of an orgasm through me. “I expect a very public proposal as well at a nice restaurant, but yes. Of course. I’m not spending another day of my life without you.”
He turns me to my side and lays a kiss on my lips that I gleefully reciprocate.
My hands press against his chest for a moment before slipping around him to grab him by his back. His kiss lowers to my jaw and then my neck. When he reaches my breasts, I let go of him and press the girls up for him to enjoy. Even sucking on my tits, rubbing his face in them and my light moans of encouragement, his cock doesn’t harden. I can hardly blame him.
Will (M) and Chloe (F) [FDOM] [Non-con]
This is my first story ever. I’ve never written anything before. I wrote this in a google doc and tried to copy/paste the whole thing here. It was better organized, such as Will’s thoughts being italicized, but when I pasted it here it was just one big wall of text and I had to go through and separate everything and couldn’t be bothered to italicize those bits again. Sorry.
Thanks for reading.
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Will was almost late. It was nearly 7pm and they had decided to meet half an hour before their 7:30 movie so they could go for a walk at the park and introduce themselves properly. He’d lost track of time between grooming himself in the shower (he’d been more optimistic at the time) and trying to find a pair of jeans that fit better than the ones he was currently wearing. Though he hadn’t been overweight, he’d wanted to tone up and the last several months of daily gym sessions had trimmed his waistline to the point of him having to constantly pull his pants up, he’d put off buying pants that fit better and now he regretted it.
I thought I was a huge brat but she humbled me [23M/22F] [fdom] [sm]
Some people have a certain look in their eye that spells all kinds of deviance. Alexis was one of those people. The first time our eyes locked, I knew it and she definitely knew it. She looked at me in a way that one could easily mistake for contempt; like she could’ve killed me there and then. She obviously didn’t want that… kinda. I’ll get to that.
I met her at a house party and we instantly hit it off. I won’t get into that because that story is as old as time itself, but I will say that she flirted differently to anyone else I’d ever met. She was far more degrading than I’d ever experienced. I never told her this – mind you, it’s safe to say she figured it out for herself – but I’m a switch, usually sub-leaning, but that night I was feeling more confident than usual, so I was definitely in a dominant mood. She was a perfect complement for that too: much shorter than me at about 5’2, and a thinly-veiled sluttiness bursted at the seams of her tight, wonderful curves. We’d both had a bit to drink, so that definitely helped. I gave her back just as hard as she gave to me, and we escalated until practically every single person at the party was just about sick of the sexual tension we reeked of. People looked at me with eyes that said: please just take her back and fuck her. That’s exactly what happened, except… not quite exactly.
Maria and the College Boy Pt. 1 [M/F] [Femdom] [Older Woman Younger Man] [MILF]
*Repost from old deleted account. Chats are open – let me know what you thought!*
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“Shit,” Maria said, hissing air through her teeth. “Really? Again?”
She spun the steering wheel sharply to the left, took a glance in her side mirror, and finished parking before letting out an exasperated sigh. Her 1999 Ford F-150 had lasted a long while, but this was the third time in as many months that the check engine light had turned on, and Maria was starting to lose her patience. This time, the truck had barely made it two miles down the road before letting her know something was wrong, and Maria knew she couldn’t afford another trip to the shop this month.
She slammed her fist into the dashboard, hoping maybe that some aggression might help whip the old beater into shape, but the yellow light shone on. Taking the keys from the ignition, Maria took a moment to collect herself before swinging down from the seat and heading towards the bar.
The Village Cum Dump [Pussy Licking] [Femdom] [Blowjob] [Vanilla] [M37/F40] [M37/F30] [M37/F32]
I am one of those guys that never left his home town. I just didn’t find any particular reason to leave. And yes, I like my small hometown where everyone knows everyone. I spent my whole live, around 37 years in the same place. Up to this day I write those lines I can’t imagine living someplace else. The furthest I got away was going to school in the next bigger town, a twenty minutes car ride away from home.
I once married a girl from my town. We went to school together, for fucks sake, we even played together on the playground when we were young. When we both were around 19 years old we began to date. We were in love back then. About three years later we married each other. In the following years our three kids came to the world. We still were madly in love.
But that love, the hopefully ever burning flame disappeared over the following decade. Slowly but steadily. Until we were at a point were we only kept our marriage up and running because of our kids. And to be the perfect family the rest of our town wanted us to be. But in the end it was nothing but a show.
First time pegging [FM] [Fdom] [Gentle femdom]
It was planned, of course. Planned and fantasised over and masturbated to ad infinitum. Despite the planning it had still been postponed and rearranged more than once. Such is the nature of these secret, filthy, life-affirming trysts.
It started with the usual, longed-for, achingly passionate kisses, which rapidly turned into tearing off one-another’s clothes.
Eventually they managed to drag themselves apart enough for her to grab her bespoke lace strapon harness. Excitedly ordered many months ago. Tried on and teased, then put away carefully just for today. It still fit perfectly, and she asked him, “Which dildo am I using?”
Greedily, he offers her the biggest one he has. Purple and tapered, curved upwards, and broadly similar to his own cock. The taper making it thicker at the base though, something he’d struggled with alone.
With her hands on her hips, she stands over him. “Suck it,” she commands, and he wastes no time. “I can see why you like this,” she smiles down at him and runs her fingers through his hair.
He looks up, fighting back his gag reflex with tear filled eyes, and feels joy at pleasing her.