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Let Me Edge You [M/F]

Let me edge you. Fully clothed. It doesn’t matter, you chose the ensemble after all. Let me touch you through your pants, feeling how hard I know I make you, bringing you right to the brink of expelling every last ounce of that infatuation down your inner thigh.

Let me edge you. In my expensive lingerie. Black lace stage curtains against a pallid backdrop. Sheer stockings and ridiculous heels. Beautifully objectified. The embodiment of teenage angst in a coupling of adulthood, grinding inappropriately through our underwear. Short blonde locks a tangle in one fist, trim physique a crutch for the other.

Let me edge you. Naked. On your lap, my hands wrapped around you, top to bottom, covering every single inch with precision until you’re dimly aware that you’re about to erupt. Your balls heavy with cum, tiny beads of fluid seeping from the tip of your fully erect cock that is throbbing in anticipation of my lips around it.

Your body a god before me, and I your dutiful servant. Pleasure from obedience. Getting everything I want, a goddess of exploitation. Practiced good girl manipulation.

Let me edge you.

First time pegging [FM] [Fdom] [Gentle femdom]

It was planned, of course. Planned and fantasised over and masturbated to ad infinitum. Despite the planning it had still been postponed and rearranged more than once. Such is the nature of these secret, filthy, life-affirming trysts.

It started with the usual, longed-for, achingly passionate kisses, which rapidly turned into tearing off one-another’s clothes.

Eventually they managed to drag themselves apart enough for her to grab her bespoke lace strapon harness. Excitedly ordered many months ago. Tried on and teased, then put away carefully just for today. It still fit perfectly, and she asked him, “Which dildo am I using?”

Greedily, he offers her the biggest one he has. Purple and tapered, curved upwards, and broadly similar to his own cock. The taper making it thicker at the base though, something he’d struggled with alone.

With her hands on her hips, she stands over him. “Suck it,” she commands, and he wastes no time. “I can see why you like this,” she smiles down at him and runs her fingers through his hair.

He looks up, fighting back his gag reflex with tear filled eyes, and feels joy at pleasing her. Read more »

[M]e, the lame incel who got catfished by an [Fdom]: [1st] [bd] [cbt] [goth] [rape] [deepthroat] [throatpie] [post orgasm torture]

Hey folks,

This story can either be read from a male (incel) or [female [Fdom]](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/vr3jix/i_fucking_love_catfishing_pathetic_incel_men_fdom/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3) perspective. Pick your poison.

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My fingers fly across the keyboard, eager to meet another like me in this cruel world.

**Celtrotify:** *Have you ever thought about looksmaxxing?*

**Betafish666:** *Plastic surgery isn’t an option rn cause $$$. Plus, I’m a heightcel. Nothing can change that.*

His response makes me chuckle.

**Celrotify:** *True, comrade. Short men are doomed. Lol. Hardcore blackpill over there. R we still meeting 2nite? At the tavern on Hill St.?*

**Betafish666**: *Bet.*

This is the first time I’ve met someone from the “community.” I’m trying not to get too excited but, knowing there’s someone out there who understands makes me feel less insane.

The rest of the day drags on until I finally find myself at the peeling paint of the old Flashy Cat Tavern. I’m surprised it’s still standing.

Cracking the door open, I peak my head in and see two withering drunks slumped over a pint, bumbling on about this-or-that. Scanning the room, my eyes catch on some Stacy-lookin’ goth thot. She smiles and beckons me to come over with her long black nails. Her glossy trench coat parts and briefly reveals an elegant fishnet-cladden thigh. Read more »

Banana Man

The email read: “Hi, I saw your ad and have a request. Can I eat a banana out of your ass? I know it seems really kinky, but I’ve always wanted to do that. I like bananas that are still real firm and kind of green still. Would this be a problem? I understand if you say no.”

Sincerely,

Clark******

I replied with this: “Hey Clark! I would be happy to let you eat a big, firm, kinda green banana out of my ass. I’m free the week of Valentine’s Day. My usual fee is $xxxx and I meet you at a hotel in Dallas. I handle the cost of the accommodation, but you must treat my photographer and I to lunch at the restaurant in the hotel. Oh yeah, I pay for the banana too! Let me know if that week works for you.”

XOXOXO

Lyn Adams Read more »

My desired Saturday morning [MDom/Fsub] [BDSM] [Overstim] [Edging] [Bondage] [Everyday life]

Both characters are in their twenties. I haven’t decided on an exact number, but one of the rules for this subreddit is that ages much be specified, so voila.

You wake up early on a Saturday morning; an unusual occurrence given how exhausted you tend to be at the end of your work week. You check the time on your phone, still an hour and a half before your alarm goes off. You roll over to look at your Dom, who’s fast asleep. You think about waking him up, but you know he’s had a busy week. He needs the sleep. “I’m going to get in trouble for this…” you think to yourself. He knows you have trouble sleeping through the night and insists on waking him up when you can’t sleep, but you still feel self-conscious about being a burden, no matter how many times he tells you otherwise. No, let him sleep. Read more »

Rites of Passage [M/F]

Black silk slipped between her cupped fist top to bottom, rippling against the white button-lined cloth. “You look so..convincing this way.” Her other hand toyed with the tiny plastic circles concealing the torso beneath. “So pure.” Her mouth cocked at one corner as she tugged the tie toward herself. His neck and head were forced to follow suit.

He wanted control in that moment. He wanted to grab her, throw her down, strip her bare and take every repressed frustration from his former life out on her body. But he didn’t. The ultimate display of abstention. A good little Christian’s forte—self control. The disciplined student. He knew what she was doing, what she wanted. “I can’t believe you made me wear this.” Her bony under-surface dug into him uncomfortably, causing a slight ache in his left hip that matched the ache in his groin, but he didn’t flinch, he just laid there, savoring the mild irritation, relishing in the heat emitting from the apex between her thighs and the pressure of her body on top of him. Read more »

Workplace Harassment Pt 4 (MF, impact play, con-noncon)

Thursday morning was a distracted nightmare. I could tell all my coworkers would be murmuring, “is that girl all right?” to each other all afternoon. Having him stand next to me to open the safe was nearly impossible and he seemed to not notice there was a human near him, forget a human shaking with fear and desire. In a terror I had picked a light colored skirt, and then realized I couldn’t wear any of my ‘sexy’ undewear with it, because it was all dark. I instead put on one of my usual dark tailored ones, cursing the tightness, but relieved at least that it had a kick-slit so I could run. Ordinarily I wear stockings with skirts, but I didn’t want to picture the angry yank and rip if I wore them today. Obviously I couldn’t go completely bare – I couldn’t totally throw caution to the wind – I would have been very uncomfortable anyway. Read more »

Mindfuck Ch. 05 — [Asian] [Cheating] [MFF] [Magic] [Horror] [Humiliation]

[Chapter 1](https://old.reddit.com/r/sexstories/comments/uxkffq/mindfuck_ch_01_mans_reach_exceeds_his_grasp_asian/)

[Chapter 2](https://old.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/uzv1q5/mindfuck_ch_02_asian_magic_cheating_horror/)

[Chapter 3](https://old.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/v3oe3i/mindfuck_ch_03_asian_magic_cheating_horror/)

[Chapter 4](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/vlcaif/mindfuck_ch_04_asian_cheating_magic_horror/)

“Selena I swear — I fucking swear — I’ve never thought about your sister in that way.”

Ed sat awkwardly in a small, cramped wooden chair next to the television, finally silenced after its earlier, war-shattering blare. A deceptive calm settled over the room as the sunset spilled into the room, covering the walls and furniture in a warm orange hue.

Ed might have found the ambiance calming if not for the immense abyss swallowing his insides whole.

Across from Ed sat Lina and Selena, each sitting at the foot of their own queen-sized bed, each staring deep into Ed’s soul.

The sound of Selena’s effusive voice bounced off of Ed’s ears like rubber. She was talking but he could no longer hear her. His eyes were still transfixed on the pregnancy test waving in Selena’s hands and the two solid lines that suggested the unthinkable.

A deafening silence roused Ed back to reality. Lina and Selena tilted their heads forward, intently waiting for him to speak. Read more »