Tag: Fisting

[MF] Purple Soles

The event I describe occurred when my next-door neighbor and I were both teenagers in high school—I am 18, she is 16.

First, the basics. Shelley (her real name) and I live next door to each other. She is a pretty, petite brunette with dark eyes, olive skin and an awesome body. She is smart; she has a great sense of humor; and, she has a coquettish streak in her that confounds me. We’ve known each other for around six years. We’re very good friends, though I have developed a secret crush on her since I was 15. Both our parents are divorced, and we both live with our mothers, both of whom are also good friends. Her mom trusts me implicitly.

Shelley and I talk constantly. She tells me about her friends and shares her stresses and interests with me. We do homework together. She and I date, but we never date each other. We often hang out together and we sometimes pretend to be a couple just to be silly. When Shelley and I are together, one of our moms is almost always in the vicinity. We sense both women watch us–meaning, “me”–carefully, and so I behave myself… always. Read more »

[FM] Couple. He made my fantasy come true.

So my husband and I are both new to this and I recently told him about my rape fetish and he has been totally up for everything I have thrown his way! :)

He’s working night shift tonight and we’ve already discussed our rape fantasy for when he comes home and I cannot wait. I a literally too excited to sleep!!! Read more »

A trip to the (nudist) beach [FM]

With a short lull between conventions, uni finished, and life at home being decidedly boring, earlier this week I found myself browsing some of Craigslist’s more “interesting” areas for the first time in ages – I wasn’t really expecting to find anything and wasn’t motivated enough to post myself, but I figured there are worse ways of spending half an hour or so with nothing better to do.

Amongst all of the usual affair, one advert stood out and caught my eye – a man looking for someone to accompany him to a nudist beach. This isn’t something I’d ever even really thought about before, but my exhibitionist curiosity was piqued and so I found myself sending a message. I quickly received a response, and after some e-mail back and forth we moved our conversation to another online app. Frankly, we hit it off straight away – he was intelligent, polite and funny, and as a guy in his late-40s his penchant for younger girls matched my interest in older men. We talked extensively and eventually made arrangements to meet on the next sunny day to head to the beach he knew of, only to find the day we were hoping for good weather turned out to be rather less sunny that hoped – thankfully, the next day turned out to be good weather, so the plan was on. Read more »

“MRS. LEFEBVRE & I” [mF, Hypno, Teacher] (Revised; 3,700+ Words)

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**ONE:** *Bad Influences*

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The year was 1995; late Spring, almost early Summer.

The way I remember it — with rose-tinted glasses firmly affixed atop my nose — that was the first truly gorgeous day of the Summer season. *And I was missing out on all of it…* I should have been outside with my friends, either skateboarding downtown, or swapping boot-legged cassettes, or maybe just smoking a little grass; but instead, I was stuck inside, suffering through the longest detention sentence of my life. *(Two and a half hours, to be exact.)*

Now, I know what you’re thinking: *What was my crime?* The one that landed me with two and a half hours of miserable detention time. Don’t forget, this was in the hay-day of Bart Simpson; plenty of rebellious teenagers my age got suspensions because they tried the ol’ cherry bomb in a toilet gag. Well, let me tell you… Read more »

“MRS. LEFEBVRE & I” [mF, Hypno, Teacher] (Revised; 3,700+ Words)

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**ONE:** *Bad Influences*

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The year was 1995; late Spring, almost early Summer.

The way I remember it — with rose-tinted glasses firmly affixed atop my nose — that was the first truly gorgeous day of the Summer season. *And I was missing out on all of it…* I should have been outside with my friends, either skateboarding downtown, or swapping boot-legged cassettes, or maybe just smoking a little grass; but instead, I was stuck inside, suffering through the longest detention sentence of my life. *(Two and a half hours, to be exact.)*

Now, I know what you’re thinking: *What was my crime?* The one that landed me with two and a half hours of miserable detention time. Don’t forget, this was in the hay-day of Bart Simpson; plenty of rebellious teenagers my age got suspensions because they tried the ol’ cherry bomb in a toilet gag. Well, let me tell you… Read more »

“MRS. LEFEBVRE & I” [mF, Hypno, Teacher] (Revised; 3,700+ Words)

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**ONE:** *Bad Influences*

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The year was 1995; late Spring, almost early Summer.

The way I remember it — with rose-tinted glasses firmly affixed atop my nose — that was the first truly gorgeous day of the Summer season. *And I was missing out on all of it…* I should have been outside with my friends, either skateboarding downtown, or swapping boot-legged cassettes, or maybe just smoking a little grass; but instead, I was stuck inside, suffering through the longest detention sentence of my life. *(Two and a half hours, to be exact.)*

Now, I know what you’re thinking: *What was my crime?* The one that landed me with two and a half hours of miserable detention time. Don’t forget, this was in the hay-day of Bart Simpson; plenty of rebellious teenagers my age got suspensions because they tried the ol’ cherry bomb in a toilet gag. Well, let me tell you… Read more »

Sex with you

SEX WITH YOU

That moment when you slide your cock into me is my favourite thing in the whole world. The feeling of resistance before my pussy accepts you. Pleasure, friction, an uncomfortable fullness.

I am never as sensitive as those first moments, I never feel you as keenly as on that first thrust. It’s like you are forcing your way into my soul, I have no thought but where our bodies meet. And then you start to move. Fuck. 

You know that I love it hard, and deep, the harder the better. So you go slow, your cock gently slides in and out of me. Finding a rhythm with you is easy. When we go slow like this my mind drifts, to fantasies so filthy I would never admit them.

You sense my mind wandering and you slam into me, your pace fast, erratic, punishing. A fist in my hair and a handprint on my arse.

Its an assault on my senses, the difference in stimuli is what keeps me sharply in the moment. 

I need the pain, the pleasure, the delicious combination of the two. One without the other is like food without salt.  Read more »

His pet, an abduction story

     She woke up bound.  Vague memories of the night before slushed around her brain.  The bar,  a man,  some great fucking sex.  She definitely didn’t let him tie her up, though.  That shit was reserved for,  like,  the tenth date. The walls in front of her were solid concrete,  gray and stained.  The floor was the same.  She could feel the circulation of air,  almost infuriating pleasant,  on her cunt. Legs wrenched apart by rope, knees aching from kneeling on the hard floor, her back arched as he arms were bent,  hands pulled up bound behind her.  Her heartbeat thumped hard i  chest, leaving a lump in her throat,

“Help! Somebody!”

     Footsteps.  Heavy and measured.  Her head was yanked back,  his hand grasping her hair solidly.  Their eyes meet,  but she had recognized him instantly. 

   “Good morning,  pet,”  he tapped her cheek,  smirking.
 

    “Ted, she remembered.  The man from the night before.  “What the fuck.  W-why, Ted. We,  I thought we had a good time. ”
 

    “You don’t call me Ted anymore. I’ll let this one go,  but from now on you can stick to sir. Sir or…. Master. ” He smiled.  “I like that one. Master. ”
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Island getaway (MF)

So this story begins on a wonderful vacation, off in the islands somewhere. After a full day of sun and surf, the kids are all already snoozing away in the adjoining hotel room. Not enjoying the heat, I’m taking a cool shower to get more comfortable. Strolling out of the bathroom, a towel slung low around my waist, I call out babe once or twice as I pad across the thick carpeting of the suite. I hear you call “Out here” and finally find you out on the attached deck, watching the waves lap against the sandy beach as the moonlight rolls across the water. Read more »