Tag: Fisting

Trout and Ohtani’s Bromance Grows (courtesy of r/Baseball) [mm][fanfic]

Ohtani raised his hand to his forehead to curl back a strand of hair. Bumping his injured thumb, he winced.

“May I see?” Trout asked. Ohtani offered his hand, cupped down, for Trout to gently inspect.

“You know, in America, there’s a saying. ‘Have Daddy kiss it to make it feel better.'”

“Mike! You’re on deck!” Sonic the Hedgehog shouted from the other side of the dugout.

Trout starts to leave the dugout, but Ohtani blocks him from leaving by pinning Trout to the wall with his arm and body.

“And in Japan I’d be glad just that a senpai such as you noticed me.”

Ohtani releases Trout, who firmly slaps the younger man on his toned ass on his way to the on-deck circle.

“I’ve watched his deadlifts and squats, but there’s no substitute for a physical inspection…” muses Trout as he notices his cup becoming a bit too tight.

Ohtani was first out of the dugout as Trout rounded first, fist in the air, smile on his face. ‘Another opposite fielder?!?’ Shohei wondered aloud, as his gaze carried itself from the right field wall to the shortstop spot, and settled on Trout’s famed backside as he trotted toward third. ‘Someday…’ Ohtani thought. This time not out loud. Read more »

Under the Harvest Moon (Fiction)

I stand at the edge of the woods, my skin prickling with unease. There’s a chill to the air. The summer has fled quite quickly this year. I pull my shawl tighter around my shoulders, attempting to ward off the dropping temperature.

I’m not sure if I should go.

Curiosity has gotten the better of me one too many times.

I never admitted to being logical.

I step foot through the line of trees, and it gets seemingly darker within an instant. It’s not quite dusk, but the cover of trees causes an eerie shadow to fall around me.

What are you thinking? I ask myself incredulously. When has it ever been a good idea to step foot in these woods?

I know this is where HE disappeared to. I saw him vanish within these woods.

Him? More like “IT”. I scoff audibly as I continue to trudge through the brush, moving branches away from my face as I go.

It had been only a few days ago that I had seen this thing-nay, this…creature, as I bathed in the stream behind our tiny cottage. It had been a very large wolf. Larger than anything I had ever seen in these woods before. Read more »

[FM] Romantic and fun evening

You send me a text telling me that when I get home I’m to run a hot bath, put bubbles and rose petals in it as well as light candles around the bathroom. You will be there at 5:30 and I will have the door unlocked and am to be kneeling in the bathroom with only boxers on and a blindfold. I can hear you open the door and my heart starts racing the click of your heels down the hallway echoes in my mind. I hear you stop right infront of me, my breathe is racing and heart pounding. You tell me to turn around and don’t say anything, as turn on my knees I feel you handcuff my hands behind my back. You tell me to open my mouth and I feel a ball being forced into my mouth and straps being secured. Then you take off the blind fold and you slowly get undressed infront of me throwing your bra and underwear at me as you sink into the tub with a wine glass in one hand. You start to tease yourself after a few minutes and you look at me and moan as you arch your back, but I can’t see because of the bubbles. You drop a loofa into the bath and pretend you can’t reach it. You tell me if I can get it to you then you’ll let me give me a blow job right there. But after I try with my nose and fail you giggle and splash a few bubbles at me. You continue to bathe yourself forcing me to watch the entire time unable to do anything. Once you are done you unlock my hands and stand up and step out of the shower. You tell me to dry you off and put lotion on. My cock is throbbing eager for attention as I rub your body with lotion making sure to rub it all in. Once you are satisfied you put on a Robe and tell me to finish picking up the bathroom. After I finish, I find you in the living room watching tv and sipping your wine. As I walk over to you, you lift up your foot and point to it.. I know what to do as I kneel down and start massaging your feet while you talk about work. After your satisfied and thoroughly relaxed, you slowly slide your robe to the side and pull my hair bringing me within inches of your pussy. I try to kiss it but can’t with the gag on. You laugh at my attempt and pull on my hair softly, to tease me. After looking up at you pleading you undo my gag and tell me to please you. I immediately begin my upmost best to pleasure you, with my warm breath and tongue teasing your clit. I feel your legs on my shoulders and I step up my work until your legs wrap around me and you grab a fist of my hair and moan. All the while I continue to try and focus on your pleasure, listening to your body, but never stopping. Finally after what seems like an hour you finally climax, waves of pleasure flowing through you and onto my face and mouth.. As you come down from your high you invite me to sit next to you on the couch. Reaching over you run your hands on my groin softly, teasing my cock as you watch tv. Deciding to take some pity on me you get down infront of me and open your robe exposing your breasts and start to stroke my cock. Every time I get close to the edge you smile and stop. Finally you start to massage my balls and tell me to cum for you and am overtaken by a wave of pleasure, most of it landing onto your breasts. Looking up at me you clean your fingers off with your tongue and then wipe off the rest.. Both of us being exhausted by the evening activities we go lay down for the night. As I crawl into bed to lay down you tie me down, my arms up and legs apart. I can’t move very well, if at all. Finally your work done you curl up to me naked, knowing I can’t do anything. I can feel your warm from your breasts to your pussy, a stark contrast from the remains of your wet hair against me. Pushing up against me you reach down and wrap a hand around my now deflating cock, and whisper in my ear “this is mine.” Giggling and smiling you nibble my ear and give me kiss on the cheek. This is bliss. Read more »

[MF] On display on a Manhattan rooftop

Quick intro note: I’m a handsome, vaguely articulate, well-educated, married and generally successful 39 year-old, pervert. I have a long history of dirtiness, and there’s something about the year and a half of basic confinement that has had me reminiscing about my past and some of my hottest experiences. I’ve decided I’m going to start chronicling them here, to keep them from disappearing altogether. Let me know if they’re enjoyable and feel free to say hello. I like penpals.

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Caroline and I met, very briefly, smoking a cigarette outside of a bar on Bleecker Street. She was on her way out, I was on my way in, and she asked for a cigarette. She was tall, blonde, and truly beautiful, in a way that was immediately intimidating. I’d imagine that she could count on a single hand the number of times she hadn’t been the prettiest person in any given room. You might expect a person like that to be entitled, bitchy, and cold. And in this case, you’d be right. Read more »

And the Willows Did Weep (Chapter 1) [M/F] (Crime) (Mystery)

This is the first of an intended three-part story.

Thibodaux, Louisiana – Sunday August 1st, 1984

He knew the path. He’d traveled it many times before, once a year, at least, to pay respects to his ancestry. Even though it was dark, his feet found the way, sure enough. His flashlight cut through the last memorials to the dead, terrible geometries of granite and concrete, like a surgical incision as he made his way to the back of the graveyard, where new death met old.

“Detective Pitre?” asked the officer who had discovered the scene.

He turned his thoughts to police procedure to fight the churl in his stomach. It hadn’t been long enough for death to set its stench, but the unforgiving knowledge that it was soon to come roiled him. “What to do first,” he asked himself silently. “What SOPs exist for crimes that are anything but standard.”

“Detective Pitre?” the officer asked again, this time with a more interruptive tone.

The sound of an outside voice shook him back to the present. He could tell from its intonation that its owner was awaiting instruction.

“Where’s Leblanc?” Read more »

Cumgrrl #2 – Sub Eats for Free [gentle femdom][cumfetish][cumplay][cumswap]

I had just sent Mike on his way. Even though my pussy was still filled with his cum, I was feeling a bit empty. Rather than deal with that, I had a glass of wine and sent a text to Peter.

“My pussy is a mess, come help me.

”Peter was a sub I liked to play with once in a while. This time it had been a while so I was not sure if he would be up for it. Fortunately, he only lived a couple miles away and judging by his terse response, he was free and would be right over.

“Yum.”

By the time he knocked on my door 15 minutes later, the gusset of my cotton, Calvin Klein panties was soaked. I opened the door wearing nothing else and his eyes went from my eyes, to my tits, to my wet spot.

“Where do you want me?” he asked. I put my hand out, he grabbed it and I pulled him towards my bedroom flinging the front door closed behind us. Read more »

Working Girl: Chapter 2 [big tits][sex for money][degrading]

On the drive back home with Tanya I didn’t bring up what happened. If she found out I was getting topless for a client to jack off she would probably kick me out of her house. I would have to keep this a secret between Peter and I even if I was eager to talk to someone about it.

When we got back to the house Tanya was in a rush to get ready. Her boyfriend Dan was coming over again and she wanted to look her best for him. When she stepped out of her room to show me the outfit I was stunned, but not just by her incredible body. She was practically wearing lingerie, a very short mini skirt and a lacy top that barely covered anything. “Are you sure this is the look you want tonight?” I asked timidly, trying not to be judgemental. “This is what Dan likes” she said with a matter of fact tone. “We’re just staying here anyways, so it will be just you and him that see this” she added after seeing my stunned face. Read more »

His Personal Slut

Every few weeks or so, I’ll get a message saying he’ll be in town soon. He never asks if I want to see him, because it is a given I will be available for him to use. No, the only thing ever in question is if I’ll have time to get a new lingerie set to wear for him.

The next week dragged by while I waited. I picked out a new outfit, charged my vibe, pulled the restraints out I had tucked away for our use and each day prepped myself a bit more for him. Our sex was always so involved and rough I wanted to make sure every inch of me was pleasing to him.

Finally, the day arrived. Putting on the red, see through bodysuit and black fishnets with garters I’d bought a few days ago, I checked the time. He would be here soon. I unlocked the door, then settled on my knees in front of it as he had ordered. After what felt like ages, I heard him coming up the steps to my apartment, then he was in front of me.

“Hello my beautiful slut. I missed you. Come here and suck my cock.” Read more »

[MF] I [M19] receive the most intense handjob of my life on a packed train from my gf [F18]

This story takes place roughly 12 years ago when I was 19 or maybe 20. My girlfriend was a year younger, we had been together since I was 18. I was in the British army at this time and based in the south of England. We both came from the north. She was still living up there recently had moved into a flat with her friend.

I was due two weeks leave so we both decided she would come down and we would visit London for the weekend before taking the train back up north together. The weekend was full of debauchery which you would expect for a young couple in a hotel room together for a weekend but that’s a story for another time. This story takes place on the journey back up North on the train. Read more »

Attempting to work

Resting my chin on your head bare chest pressed against your back.. the heat of my body warming you and making you weak.. nibbling and biting you ear.. my tongue grazing your neck.. while you sweat nervously..

You shoo me away to finish the video call and turn the camera back on.. and with a huff I sit on the floor and crawl on my hands and knees over to your legs.. trying to keep out of sight.. I sit up and reach for your pants.. trying to unbuckle your belt and unzip your pants..

You shoot me the what are you doing eyes.. and chuckle nervously.. sorry about that.. where were we?.. the boss keeps talking as you get back to it I sit up reach into the pants pull you out.. rubbing your shaft and balls.. instantly relaxing you.. I squeeze to get your attention.. you try not to get noticed.. but what I’m doing just feels soo good.. you start sinking down in your chair.. your boss calls your name.. you kick me.. so I squeeze the balls tighter causing your voice to get higher.. after clearing you throat you keep talking.. Read more »