Tag: Fisting

[Str8][fMMM+] My Bondage Fantasy

Full Tags: First Person Female [Bondage, Exhibitionism, Anal, Throat Fucking, Spitroasting, Nipple Weights, Leash/Collar, Cock Slapping, Size Kink, Butt Plug, Sex Slavery (ambiguous), Creampie, Throatpie, Hair Pulling, FMMM+, Ball Sucking, Choking]

Description: This was a small challenge to myself to write something that hit on a few of my kinks! I hope you enjoy it. Feedback welcome.

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I was wearing shackles on my wrists as a man led me by my leash out to a bondage device. He pushed firmly down on the back of my neck, leaning me over the lightly padded surface which was only wide enough to support my midsection and hold my ass up in the air.

My neck was locked into what I knew was called a stock and my arms were then pulled up behind my back and bound with a rope around my elbows, knotted in the same fashion as my ankles now were to the bolts in the floor.

I couldn’t move other than to brush my hands at my side, wiggle my ass, or lift my head a couple of inches, so I decided to take in my surroundings. Read more »

My friend at the gym had me fuck his fiancee [mf] [hotwife] [cuckold]

Before quarantine, I went rock climbing a lot. Every day, if I could. I’d spend three or four hours at the gym, take a yoga class, read between routes, etc. I even subbed as a yoga instructor a couple of times, just for fun and because they needed a fill-in. I wasn’t really there to meet people, but I did get to know a few of the regulars over time. Matt and Alli were the couple that I saw the most. Matt struck up conversation after noticing a few of my Zelda tattoos, which were on display in any of the tank tops I’d wear. I wasn’t *trying* to show off– I’m just hairy and tanks have always felt more comfortable– but I can’t say I didn’t enjoy people being able to see my body. Average height, but in the best shape of my life at 30, and some women dig the tattoos and the beard. Read more »

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. Read more »

Don’t Wast a Drop: A Happy Hucow Breakfast!

Joe Troyer, part time stud and full time farmer was getting a late start to his day. Clarabelle had been particularly… needy. Alright, he should have had more self control, but these things happened. He was weak first thing in the morning, and he was starting to realize the cow’s were catching on. And most of a good farmers work was done in the morning! He shook his head disgusted with himself as he walked down the hallway.

His home was rather large. The majority of it was a single story, wouldn’t do to have a bunch of pregnant cow’s going up and down the stairs all the time. So it looked odd from the outside, being large but low built. He made it three doors down when one opened and a voice cleared. He of course knew who it was, he knew every occupant very well.

“You know that’s why Clara isn’t s’posed to get you last. She takes advantage.” He rolled his eyes. Wasn’t his fault that Missy had bet away her time slot over a softball game of all things. The cow’s were always getting into it with each other and finding way’s to screw each other over over. But overall he was still in a good mood after making it out of Clarabelle’s room so he smiled anyway. Read more »

Adventures with a family

***Sameer was just an ordinary guy who had moved in to his new apartment..his next door neighbour was a widow with three gorgeous daughters..he lusted for the widow but when he got involved with her,the three daughters came to him as a bonus!***

A reminder for all the readers, this is a part true and part fiction story…names and places have been changed without deviating from the main plot…this story contains a lot of sexual encounters and I have taken time and words to build up that suspense and give u the utmost jerking thrill possible….its not the usual story wher the main character sees the right opportunity and bounces on its subject and everything happens and ends in a flash…I want to build up the anticipation…the lust…the trust…and grip you to the encounters, you have never experienced…its like virtual reality!! Believe me!

If you like arousing stories that have plot and character development too, you don’t want to miss it.

It takes some time at the start of the story to develop the characters and plot, but the payoff later is a story that’s emotionally satisfying as well as very arousing. There’s also humor, romance, and deeper themes. The plot naturally appeals to men, but many women and couples have enjoyed it too. Read more »

The Princesses in the Tower – Chapter 3, Part 5 – Roberta [Maledom] [Male supremacy] [Les][Spanking]

*Probably the last character added as POV*

**Roberta**

My nose is no longer belonging on the face of Brunkow, who was born with it. I press it into Sylvia´s flesh, her soft belly, licking it shortly. She, thoroughly relaxed, raised up leg upwards and moved the bottom on sofa´s largest cushion, opening the victorious way. The pussy is trimmed, I gave it insatiable kiss. The long one! Sylvia sighed and I brought her juice to the crevice between breasts.

With a small regret I sticked my tongue whole just to the mouth of her own. Our figures met in the harmonical pairs. Lips on lips, tits on tits, mound in mound. At last, our hands touched, we booth crooked forefinger and straightened the thumb to make together the heart shape. Sylvia won our stupid wrestling, so she inserted two fingers to my vagina first. Up and down I squeezed my eyes in the marital satisfaction. I allowed her repeat it four times and then the pleasure wasn´t all mine, I reflected it upon her. We are fawns, enchanted by … Artemis (im)possibly. Pussy suggestions collide with my atheism. Read more »

[MF] Finally going on a date with my [18M] best friend [18F] and former high school crush

She came downstairs wearing a loose leather jacket, a short skirt and she had an intoxicating red on her pillowy lips. it had only been a few weeks since I first kissed her. She had been one of my best true friends in high school. I had feelings for her for a long time but never expressed them until I did. It was awkward after that. I didn’t feel all too comfortable getting between and her new relationship, so I backed off.

It was a while before things went back to normal. She invited me to the new Star Wars movie, we reconnected, and after a few awkward hangouts following her breakup, she kissed me. I felt emotions I had never felt before, I knew that I wanted to be with this girl. She was so amazing. Passionate, caring, everything I ever dreamed for in a friend and a partner. We constantly stayed uo for late night phone calls and I spent all the time in the world learning whatever I could about her. It was the most fun I had ever had. Read more »

[M]y unforgettable first BJ from 23yo GF when i was 18

First of all, I’m not 18 yo. This happened 20 years ago but is so delicious to remember that I really wanted to share with all the both of you reading it.

She was my first girlfriend and many of my “first” experiences. She was five years older than me and
quite experienced, specially since I was a virgin. Today I know i was very lucky she got interested in me in the first place. she was a very beautiful brunette with long hair, huge eyes, slim tight body and could have any of the guys from the group we hung out. When we were dating I never really though about it but now, older and less naive, I think that she enjoyed being the one who introduced me to these new expericences and probably got off from it.

I just realized this is actually a two-part story bc I didn’t got to cum when she first blew me. I had to wait a few days so she could finish the job. Read more »

[FM] I [F22] got woken up for anal 3 times last night by my boyfriend [M39]

First time writing here, but this happened last night and I can’t wait to share with you all!

For context, I’m 22, 5”3, brunette with shoulder length hair, very petite body with B cup tits and a big ass for my size. My boyfriend, Dan, is 39, 6” blonde long hair, great dick. We’ve been dating for about a year in what started as just weekend fuck friends from Tinder. Our sex life is killer. The age difference definitely gets both of us off, plus he’s incredibly dominant and I’m more submissive so it really just works.

Anyways, last night we were hanging out with some friends in our backyard drinking. At around 3am I was beyond drunk and ready to turn in. At that point two other guys arrive and everyone starts making plans to get coke. I don’t particularly like coke anymore after a bad night, but Dan stills loves it and I have no issue with that whosoever. So Dan walked me to the door, I wished him a fun night (or morning) and he got some drunken kisses and mild groping in on the patio. Read more »

Pretentious fiancée blackmailed, coerced to strip, and groped [02] [FF, M] [Bondage]

[Episode 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/j2bszr/pretentious_fianc%C3%A9e_blackmailed_coerced_to_strip/)

Setup level: long af.

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## The Text Message, Sunday

Ten hours remained until Eileen and Mark’s evening plans which were to begin at 7. She sat at the kitchen table in his house alone because he had become impatient about the laundry and went to the laundromat. A boquet of flowers set in the center which Mark had given Eileen the week before cast a shadow on the table. Regions of the marigold she had not noticed, seeing it only in the evenings at dinner, had browned and contracted into wrinkles.

Eileen thought for the fifteenth time about where she might have placed the lingerie after returning home. She tried to comfort herself with imagined memories of having rooted through her bag on the way home, so that it might have fallen out in the car. Horrifyingly, the bag had no holes in it and it sealed well. In truth she did not open the bag on the way home. She set it down in the entry way when she got in and spent the rest of the night in pajamas. For the fifteenth time the conclusion was unavoidable: Eileen had left the lingerie in Angela’s bedroom. Read more »