Tag: Fisting

Making new friends in a Barcelona bar [MF]

Surely I can’t be the only one stuck at home right now, horny as hell and reminiscing about the hot hookups of pre-iso days. And not even necessarily reminiscing about the raunchiest or the kinkiest of the hookups, rather, just some of those really passionate, really fucking enjoyable hookups that still stick in your mind so vividly. Those memories that allow you to lie back in bed all those months or years later and mentally live through each moment agan, like you were still right there.

For example, throwback to that memorable work trip to Barcelona. With a hectic four days of conference schmoozing finally over, I still had two more days to myself, to let my hair down in this gorgeous city before I needed to head home. That evening, after stuffing myself full of delicious tapas and Spanish wine, my tipsy self stumbled across an English comedy show in a cute little bar, down a random alleyway in the heart of the Gothic quarter of the city. The show was down in the bar’s basement, and by the time I’d arrived, the area around the tiny stage was already packed with people, and there was only standing-room remaining. I ordered myself a beer and claimed a spot for myself, standing just behind the main seating area with a decent view of the stage. Read more »

Binding Grace: An excerpt

For some reason, my other account can’t find it access r/Erotica. So, this is not a stolen story. I am the author of it. This is a small excerpt from a Novel I am working on. It has not been edited at all. I am trying to get a feel of what readers think about where they story line should go. Any input is welcome. This is the first book I have written and I’m looking for all constructive criticism. TYIA! Best always, Fae

Xxxxxxx

Pulling the SUV in to the lodge Cruz smiled as he watched Grace admire the celebration in main room. The floor to ceiling glass windows throughout offered a picture show of the men and women laughing and dancing while beats of music slipped through the cracks of the door and into the early evening air.

“You want to go in? I can drop you off and go park the car,” Cruz asked stopping the car just before the parking area of the lodge while stroking her hand with his thumb. Grace leaned over and placed her hand on Cruz’s gorgeous face. She studied his persimmon lips and high strong cheekbones then licked her lips before gazing in to the almost cobalt blue eyes that have come to be her kryptonite. Read more »

Susan and Joan

Non-fiction. This happened to me awhile ago, but I still think of it and remember it well.

I wrote this sometime after it happened, but recalled it all. I can still see the pictures it left in my mind, the places, the women…

The year was 1979. I was in my late 20’s, working for a large Telecommunications company in the Metro area here, major Midwest city. I was a circuit designer and PCB layout guy. I worked in a group of all of these engineers, some near 30 people. There were a few women here, mostly men, however. I ended up having a set of affairs with 2 of them, as the group was all pretty friendly. We’d go out to lunch a lot together. Those were the days when you could drink at lunch and still easily go back to work. Read more »

Coed Cumbuddies 03 [MF] [Public] [Creampie]

*Author’s note: You don’t have to have read the other stories to enjoy this one. Sit back, relax, and enjoy!*

*- Vivica*

“What can I get you?” the acne-riddled teenager behind the counter asked. Aubrey looked at me, waiting for my response.

“Whatever you want, go nuts,” I smiled.

“We want a giant bucket of popcorn, a bag of Sour Patch Kids, a small diet Coke for me and whatever he wants to drink,” she said.

“I’ll also do a small diet, please.”

“So that’s one big bucket, one Sour Patch and two small diets?” the cashier asked.

“Make it one large diet,” Aubrey said. I turned to her and smiled. This was only our third encounter, our first ‘date’ if you didn’t count the two crazy sex sessions before this. Sharing a straw was pretty tame compared to what we’d done to each other, but it still suggested a level of comfort with me. And that was exactly that type of flirtatious confidence that drove me wild about her. She looked at me and shrugged.

“No sense wasting extra cups.” Read more »

The Nurse

A little something I wrote after a recent stay in hospital. Enjoy!

She tended to me every day. Clean my wounds, bring me food, bring me pain meds. She was there when I took my first steps again. She’d laugh at my jokes, tell her own, cheer me up with only a smile. She encouraged me to take a walk around the hospital, pulling my IV drip along so I didn’t have to. We’d walk to the entrance to the old wing, where she would take a shortcut to other parts of the hospital. It had been closed to patients since my accident, the supposed renovations having ground to a halt. I wandered in there once, old rooms with old beds just sat unused, sunlight leaking in through dust covered windows.

I became obsessed with her. The way she smiled as she pulled back my curtain. The way her nose wrinkled as she read my notes. The way a piece of hair would always fall from behind her ear as she changed my dressings. The way she tucked it back, joining the rest of her hair in a long blonde ponytail. The way she poured water from her bottle into her mouth, the plastic never touching her lips, just water cascading in. The way she smelled. The way she wore a uniform a size too small, it outlining her curves, struggling to contain her breast, showing just enough of her thighs…. Read more »

Lusty Adventures of Jace and Trix, Pt3 – (MF), Public Sex, minor bj

Let’s set the scene. I was at work, at a staid call center job. I worked the 2-10 shift, and that day I had chosen to wear a dark teal calf length crushed satin skirt with a green and gold lace shirt. I was sitting at my desk, headset on when my phone buzzed at me.

J- You busy tonight?

I raised an eyebrow.

Me- Working until 10, but I get my lunch hour at 6? I set my phone down and finished with my call.

J- Want to meet me at the mall? For .. lunch?

I felt a punch of heat in my stomach.

Me- I may be so inclined. What would this entail?

I heard my phone buzz while I took another call. When I looked, my eyes widened.

J- how about you, and me, in my car. Preferably all over each other. Because I can’t stop thinking about how it feels to be inside you. So hot. And wet. And tight.

I swallowed.

Me- I maybe am more than inclined. Guess what
I’m wearing?

J- Hopefully a lot of nothing. Read more »

The Meaning of Pain [Str8] [M/F] [nc] [fist] [Mdom]

I could smell her through the painted door. An enticing combination of fresh berries and lavender seeped under the doorframe cracks, reaching my expectant nostrils and fuelling the impatient bonfire crackling in my pants. My neural synapses emitting sparks of concentrated desire, my brain lit ablaze by a deranged pyromaniac spreading flares of smoke that licked the back of my eyes, scorching them, leaving only two slanted, charred holes. Now was the time. Behind this door lay my plaything. The coaxing fumes that might extinguish my lust. Who she was didn’t matter. Her past, her preferences, her personality had no place in my realm. For I reigned over an obscure corner of humanity, where primal instincts stood supreme and the law of predator versus prey dictated all. And that’s exactly what she was, an innocent gazelle for my inner lion to feast upon, a target for my repressed convictions. She may have thought she held the reins of her life, but I was about to snatch control from her and leave her ruing ever having taken her life for granted. I was going to show her the value of life, then leave her in a hapless chasm devoid of any. I was going to show her what it meant to feel pain. Read more »

Slave [M] sent to be trained by lesbians [F]

When I first met my wife online and got to be more engaged with her and establish a relationship, I let her know I was into more adventurous sexual activities. She asked what I mean and I told her bondage, domination, humiliation, forced service, etc. She was like sadism and masochism?, I assured her, no that I did not want to inflict pain on anyone nor did I want to receive pain for no reason other than to take it. If I was to be disciplined then it must have a reason to endure the punishment and get a reward or accept guidance.
She did some research online though back in the late 90’s there was very little online about the lifestyle to be found and most was the more extreme versions. She also cautiously asked her girlfriends about any experiences they had in the area. Her friend Christine was excited and told her about various role-playing ideas (not my cup of tea) and creative uses for a weight bench Jeni had in the basement. Her friends Sue & Susan (a BBW lesbian couple) however told her they enjoyed it immensely and had many good ideas for her to try out.
After I moved to Iowa I tried to talk to her about my needs and desires in the bedroom, and she did try but very rarely and never with any serious effort. I grew more frustrated as did she. I pestered her at every chance to make me her slave and use me for her pleasure and to discipline me whenever I got on her nerves or upset her. She refused at every turn despite my efforts; however, I did not know she was planning to make all my fantasies a very painful reality.
It was mid-August and hotter than the 7th level of hell and humid enough for small fish to fly and the weather man said it would be lasting another week to 10 days at least. When I pulled in the driveway, I did not recognize the SUV that was parked next to Jeni’s van. I went inside and did not hear the kids anywhere. I saw Jeni sitting in the living room with her friends Sue & Susan. “Where are the kids?” I asked. “Oh my mom took them for the weekend” Jeni smiled back. “Sit down we want to talk to you “she said. I instantly started to sweat when a woman says she wants to talk to you it is rarely a good thing.
“I’ve been telling the girls here all about your dirty fantasies and how much you want to be a SLAVE and my difficulty in doing so. Well the good news is that they have offered to train you for ME! Isn’t that great? They do all the hard work and I get all the rewards, of course they will get many benefits from it as well they’ve told me.” Jeni said with a glint in her eye. “Now wait a minute here” I said. “Who said I would go through with this training?” I asked. “Well you got two options” Jeni said “Either you go through with this training by them to be trained as a proper slave for me and them (snicker) or YOU will never ever get ANYTHING kinky out of me again! Only missionary position sex and that rarely, or be trained as you’ve always wanted and get all the kinky sex and fun you’d wanted” Jeni said. The girls looked at me like lions eyeing some meat. “I uhmm uhmmm” I stammered. I wasn’t looking forward to being trained by the girls as I assumed being lesbians they would be extra hard on me. “Oh Jeni I think he’s too scared to serve us and be trained by us” Susan chided me. Of course, it had the desired effect. “I agree to the training!” I practically yelled to them all. They looked on with glee. “Good, good Jeni said why don’t you read over this slave training contract the girls and I have written up then we can all sign it and get Sue here to notarize it making it nice and legal” Jeni purred to me.
Susan handed me a document title “Slavery and Continued Training Contract” I started to skim over it.
I Jeni D. _______________________ do hereby give Susan Trapp and Sue Fox permission and right to train my slave/husband Michael in any and all ways they see fit, using any methods and discipline they feel is need and appropriate.
We Susan Trapp X___________________________ and Sue Fox ¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬X______________________________ do hereby accept slave Michelle/Mike as out slave to be trained in domestic, personal and sexual slavery. The following rules will apply to her/his training.
1. Slave will be trained from Friday at 8 am till Monday at 8 am
2. Slave will not have any contact with anyone other than the trainers and any friends they may invite over to assist in her/his training
3. Slave will do as told or expect swift and severe punishment and discipline
4. Trainers may invite over guests to assist or assess slave training and skills at any point
5. Slave may use safe word of “ballet” to end training at any time but this also negates the training and s/he will got no kink form Jeni ever again.
6. The trainers agree to the following limits only, no men, no kids, no scat, no modifications or permanent marks
7. Slave will return to the trainers farm twice a year for 5-10 days intensive refresher courses
8. Slave will be placed in locked chastity at the end of training
9. Jeni may send slave to the farm at any time for any duration she wishes
10. Trainers will be allowed to videotape and photograph all training sessions for review and humiliation purposes
I slave Michelle/Mike X¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬________________________ agree to be trained by Mistress Susan and Mistress Sue under the above conditions and agreements and enter into this arrangement of my own free will and volition. I know the involved risk and physical discomforts I may endure and sustain during the training.
Jeni X________________________________
Susan Trapp X______________________________
Sue Fox X______________________________________
Mike X_________________________________
Notarized by Read more »

A Quarantine Story [M,F, Mast]

I hear you sneaking into the bathroom, young man. Again. Come out here and sit for a minute. We need to have a talk. And you don’t have to hunch over and try to hide your problem from me. I know what your problem is. I can see that tent in your shorts. Come here. Don’t worry; it doesn’t bother me. It’s completely ok.

I know exactly what it is you need to do right now because you’ve been doing it two or three times a day since you got here. You think I can’t hear you in there? This is a tiny little apartment with thin walls. I can hear you in there panting and groaning. Now I want you to know—look at me, I am not mad, you are not in trouble—that it’s completely ok for you to do that as much as you need to. It’s completely understandable and it’s nothing to be embarrassed about. Read more »

My First 69 (My First Cock | Part 3) [Str8] [Mf] [Young] [Incest] [Step B/s] [Oral]

*You should read the first two parts if you haven’t already. The link to both can be found in the comment section.*

# My First 69

I was usually a pretty good kid. I did as I was told, remembered my manners and stayed out of trouble. But as I sat there, slumped into the couch with my arms crossed and an angry pout on my face, I was feeling ready to throw a full-blown tantrum.

“What’s up with you, squirt?” Joe asked as he entered the living room, handing my mom a cup of coffee.

“She’s sulking because-”

“I’M NOT SULKING!” I protested.

My mother glared at me for a moment before continuing. “She’s sulking because she doesn’t want to come with us up to your parents’ for the weekend.”

“Billy’s staying here.” I argued.

“Billy has to look after the farm.” I opened my mouth but mom already knew what was coming. “And no, you can’t stay with him.”

She sighed and sat down beside me. “Sweetie, I’m glad you love having a big brother so much, I really am. But you’ve been spending almost every spare moment with him and I think you forget that Billy’s a little older than you.” Read more »