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I’m too young for sex :( pt. 6 [ff][Mf]

“Okay, the sheets are in the dryer,” Bethany said to interrupt the tense moment I was having with Mark. I reached out to pull her closer because I needed her support just then. She slipped her arm around my hips before asking, “Are we still swimming?”

Mark frowned like we were a puzzle he couldn’t figure out, then he nodded. “Come on then.”

Bethany got our towels. I locked the house on the way out. Mark was silent as he led us the two doors down to his house. The last time I made this walk with Mark I thought he might care about me a little. But if he cared about me he wouldn’t have refused to be with me again. It’s not like I’d have called the police on him or anything. And plenty of girls dated older guys.

I knew his girlfriend. She was just some bimbo that laughed too loud at jokes that weren’t funny. I’d met her a handful of times at swim parties or when we got together with Mark’s family for cookouts. She had huge boobs. I glanced down at my puffies and frowned. Maybe that’s why he really refused. Read more »

A Close Shave [bdsm] [M/F] [shaving] [bloodplay] [knifeplay] [razorplay?] [consensual] [handjob] [NSFW] [hairy] [hairless] [soft bdsm]

Inspired by a writing prompt by a deleted account but I’ll link it anyway:

WP A4A BDSM/Bladeplay – A Close Shave! from DirtyWritingPrompts

I love a shaved undercarriage. That soft skin so smooth and bare and supple, it’s inviting and delicate and just wonderful on the tongue and lips. My partner, though, he’s never shaved. He said he did some grooming years ago, but prefers a “manly bush.” I’ve never outright nagged him about it, but I make it a point to bring his attention to my own bare pussy at least once a week, usually when it’s at its softest. He loves to lick and kiss it, says he enjoys how bare my lips are, but still never touches a hair of his own.
A few months ago we started dipping our toes into the BDSM lifestyle. He’s usually a dom, as I’m naturally submissive, but every so often we switch, just to try things out. Last week, he told me I could be his dom for a while and do whatever I wanted to him. Anything! I jokingly proposed taking care of his unruly bush, and to my surprise, he aquiesced. So yesterday, I got to it. Read more »

Fucked on the table — [anal] [mf] [bdsm]

“On the table,” he said quietly. I obediently followed his instructions, climbing up and putting myself on all fours on the wooden table. He wanted to fuck me on a stage? That wasn’t too unusual. I thrust my ass out in the air as he came up behind me, my asshole and pussy open wide to receive him. I was determined to give him the best fucking of his life.
Slap! The sound of flesh against flesh echoed throughout the room and I gasped in pain. My left ass cheek burned red-hot like it was on fire.
Slap! I let out a little squeak. Now my right ass cheek was hit, and it burned even more painfully than the first.
“Is there a problem?” Rothman asked pleasantly, caressing my burning ass.
“No,” I grunted, trying to ignore the pain of his spanking.
“Good.” Slap! Slap! Slap! Three spanks in swift procession, alternating from one cheek to the other. He spanked me hard and the pain only worsened; but after maybe ten or eleven I felt a little rush of pleasure mixed in with it. My body shuddered with every slap and my pussy began to get wetter and wetter the longer the spanking went on.
“You are the only…” Slap! “girl in the office…” Slap! “for me to fuck today…” Slap! He grunted in between spanking. “I’m going to…” Slap! “make you…” Slap! “scream!”
I let out a short moan in response, and as if he was waiting for it, he ceased his spanking. “You liked that, didn’t you?” he asked. I nodded slowly, my pussy so wet I was almost dripping onto the table.
“Your ass is a nice cherry red now.” He paused. “What was your name?” he considered this for a moment. “I suppose it doesn’t matter.” Now it was time; he was going to plow my asshole or my pussy, whichever one didn’t matter. It was almost over.
Rothman climbed up onto the table and positioned himself behind me. I heard him unzip his pants and mentally prepared myself for a rough fuck. Something found its way into my asshole; I frowned in surprise—it was tiny. It couldn’t have been his cock. All of a sudden a second something joined the first. I knew then what it was—it wasn’t his cock, it was his fingers.
“Not incredibly tight, as assholes go,” Rothman said softly. A third finger poked its way in, more girth than I usually felt. A good anal session was unlikely to arouse me usually; I had been fucked in the ass more times than I could count, so it was kind of ordinary for me. But when he inserted his fourth finger in I felt myself squirm in pleasure. I hadn’t been properly stretched for a long time now.
“You like that, don’t you? We’re only just getting started.” Rothman shoved his thumb in next, and his entire hand followed. I moaned in pleasure, but still he wasn’t done. He hand closed itself into a fist inside my ass, pushing against the walls of my anus so hard that I moaned even louder. With his entire fist in my asshole he placed his free hand above my ass and began to thrust in and out. Slow at first, then building up momentum, he began to fist me with all his strength.
I squealed. I couldn’t help it—it slipped out. It was high pitched and loud, and the fisting slowed for a moment, to my relief; then it sped up again faster than before!
I had never been fisted like this in my life. I couldn’t take it—my pussy was wet, my knees were wobbling, my mouth was open in a constant moan. I put my head against the cool table and closed my eyes, riding the pleasure and pain.
All of a sudden something entered my pussy. It felt beyond good; it was orgasmic. With a fist in my asshole and a cock in my pussy I climaxed hard and screamed in pleasure. Rothman wasn’t finished; he didn’t cum straight away, but pounded me until I orgasmed again, then released his sticky load into my cunt. I wanted nothing more than to be fucked as hard as humanly possible; never in my life had I felt anything like it.

The price for watching Miss Polly [FF][Exhibitionism/Voyeurism][Dom/Sub]

This story follows on in a general sense from [Isobel’s Pink Panties](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/4l49dq/isobels_pink_panties/) – but works by itself too.

All comments and feedback gratefully received. If you have a fantasy you’d like to become a story, PM me and we can chat.

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Ben and Isobel have a place by the ocean. You plan to go there together, the three of you. But something comes up. They’re going to be delayed a couple of days.

‘Watch out for Polly,’ says Isobel as she waves you off, ruffles your hair in that way of hers. ‘She’s trouble, that girl.’ You wonder what she means. You will find out soon enough.

**1. Observation.** (In which Polly opens her legs).

You reach the bridge to Fig Island as evening draws in. Ahead, the silhouette of land, dark and rugged with trees. To either side the horizon is a stripe of peach, deepening to blue and black, specked with stars. The narrow road curves along the coast, past grand weatherworn mansions. Some look old enough to be colonial. Lights come on: click, click, click, a welcoming orange against the night. Read more »

Sunrise (23M/18F), the end of my 2015 trilogy.

Like most guys, waking up early in the morning and having to piss was a zombie-like habit. Secure in the comfort of my old bed, during my house sitting stint I would toss and turn constantly just trying to get the feelings of having to get up to ebb away, but at some point in time between ten minute periods of falling back asleep, I would have to force myself to roll out of bed, lumber across the hall, empty my bowels, and swan dive back under the covers. Some of THESE times found me with a dry mouth, which obviously had to be sated by pulling a water bottle from the downstairs refrigerator and downing it.

So when Monday morning rolled around after a night of thunder and ass claps, my zombie-time was both a constant and a variable. During my shamble to the rest room I was way too dead tired to think about how Paige had spent the last day and a half. As I pulled out my dick to piss, I was too exhausted to think about how warm and fit it felt in between her tight thighs, and as I meandered to throw the fridge door open and chug a bottle of water, I was too out of it to remember just how sweet her pussy tasted on my lips and tongue. Read more »

Isobel’s pink panties

**Three days**

You lie on white sheets, dozing in the blue light of dusk, trying to recall the sensation of Ben’s cock, of Isobel’s tongue and fingers. They are still with you, distantly, those feelings. The memory is wrapped in cotton wool, lit with golden glow. Her dark head is on your shoulder, his leg across your middle. The warm sweet smell of sex lingers as does the stickyness on your bare, lithe, body.

**The first day**

It was a coffee that started it. Across from the Jefferson Arboretum was an alley to a little courtyard and a glass-fronted shop. It was raining, big drops spattering from a lead sky.

You go in to get out of the weather. The tables are old crates from Cameroon and Honduras. The seats are stuffed jute sacks. The walls are decorated with photographs of cloud forests and burros lugging baskets of red berries and a guy with a square jaw and a big smile and swept back dark hair hanging out with farmers. There is only one customer, a woman, a little younger than you. She is sitting in the corner, her drink resting beside her on the window ledge. She looks European in a way you can’t place. Maybe its the razor-sharp bob of her hair. Maybe the battered red hardback book. Maybe the double espresso. Read more »

(F)un with a (m)uch older coworker F/18-M/30, cheating, semi-public

Hey guys! This is my first post so feel free to post criticism/if you want me to write more lol.

A little background – my name is Katie, I’m 18. 5’10” and 120 lbs, very slender with shoulder-length wavy dark blonde hair. I have a nice booty and bust for someone of my build.
Let’s call him Luke. I actually don’t know how old he is! He’s most likely in his early 30s. Luke is 6’1” with an athletic build, also with a dark blonde undercut. He’s very charming and always knows what to say.

We both work at a pretty busy restaurant. He’s a waiter and I’m a hostess. When I first started working there, I was 17, but I look older than I am – I look about 20. Me being pretty and tall and new, I got a lot of attention from the older male employees at the restaurant, most of which died off after they found out my actual age lol.
I turned 18 about a month into working there. Luke and I didn’t really interact too much in the beginning. I thought he was attractive, and he was pretty nice to me, but he acted that way towards everyone according to my coworkers, who also let me know that he had a long-term girlfriend. Read more »

Playing With My Partners [MMF][BDSM]

**Stuck**

Cara Temple sat on the short bench, nervous—but not for the usual or obvious reasons. No, her nerves had nothing to do with the fact that she was alone, naked, and blindfolded in a private room in the back of Donovan’s. Nope. It was a strange and lucky twist of fate that had her claiming that state as, if not run-of-the-mill in her life, certainly not odd.

No, the thing that had her heart fluttering was the electric current running live and wild throughout the room. The immense implications of what would soon happen, the heavy weight of play.

She heard the door open, a loud creaking sound as the hinges squealed painfully. The sound tingled up her spine, making her want to squirm and turn sightlessly toward the sound.

“Don’t move.”

The voice was commanding—not angry, not distant—just sure and strong.

Cara turned back to sit passively on the bench, waiting. Anticipating.

She heard—felt—him circle her, studying her slowly like a predator with already-caught prey. His heavy footsteps were loud against the room’s tiled floor, a clomping clack as heel and toe landed. She resisted the urge to track him, to turn and follow the sound of his approach, as he rounded her. Read more »