The Morning Started Off with Birthday Sex…….

What’s better than Birthday Sex? Ruined orgasm birthday sex. Poor Adam – what can I say? I destroyed the last 364 days – what was one more day? I couldn’t help myself. Heath ( yes like the candy bar) and I had planned this special day for weeks. Double trouble! We wanted to destroy his ability to have an orgasm on his special day – Happy birthday bitch!

Adam woke up to the smell of bacon and fresh brewed coffee. Perfect breakfast in bed, followed by birthday sex with his wife. Nothing could be more perfect, so he thought. Til he heard two voices and giggling coming from downstairs. Heath and I went out for the evening before and caged Adam’s poor little cock. Little dick humiliation. The anticipation was building and he wanted to be released. Getting all excited – he couldn’t help himself. Oh My God! he thought a birthday threesome. Who could ask for anything more? His cock painfully stiffened inside the cage. His hopes of being “released” rapidly decreased, as he recognized the other voice.

Getting humiliated and made jealous by two goddesses [fffm][huml]

My name will be… John. I been talking to two ladies lately I met in a coffee shop. Both very sexy they approached me and got my number. I go out to the movies with both of them, they both ask me who I like more. I feel effin awesome, like finally I get to interact with attractive women after being lonely for years.

One of the ladies is named Rosana, she is brunette, long straight hair, olive skin with green eyes, the other is named Stephanie brown reddish hair in a ponytail tightly pulled back with nice eye brows and big innocent eyes.

I finally find the nerve to invite them both over. They tell me to be ready incase things get dirty and asked me if I ever had a threesome before. I cant wait, I cant believe this is happening! They come down the stairs to my basement. I am sitting in a chair, the basement is kinda cold. I been waiting for them for an hour. Finally they are here. They are both wearing leggings, Rosana has grey leggings, steph has black yoga pants. Both have super nice asses, especially Rosana. They are wearing thin white T shirts casually. They smile and walk over to me. They ask how im doing, I say good now that your both here. Steph says “Awh your so cute”

[mf] Loss and Longing

I've had a lot of vanilla sex in my life, and I've loved it, it's been important and uplifting, but when I try to remember just exactly what it was like, with this one or with that one, I find it elusive. What did her bits look like close up, smell like, taste like? What did we talk about in bed, before, during, after? It tends to all blend into a generalized memory of, "this is sex".

But.

The peak moments.

The occasional debasement or humiliation, the shocking and surprising, disorienting act by someone you thought you knew.

The tormented longing of knowing that one you thought was yours is being enjoyed by another man, that she chose him, actively prefers him, over you, in this moment. The thrill when she comes back to your bed for a few short weeks, only to leave again. You roll over onto her pillow, still where she left it, to smell her hair, her sweat and lay hard on your unfulfilled longing.

Whored out for tuition money [fm]

This happened last week and I didn't know if I wanted to post it. I forgot to do my fafsa corrections so my student loans didn't process. If my tuition wasn't paid by last Friday, my classes were dropped. I'm also unemployed with no real money. I called up my "sugar daddy" and explained to him everything. He knew I like groups and humiliation play and he went with it. I got used.

One night last week, I drove to the hotel he was staying at. I was told to walk in the lobby in only a teddy and panties with heels. I did as was told. Took the elevator to his room and he had the door slightly open. I went into the room that only had a light on in the corner and was blind folded and pushed onto the bed face down. He told me to relax. Then my panties come down and my butt hole is being rimmed, I moan to let him know I'm ok with it. He stops. Someone got on the bed and turned me over and put their dick in my mouth. After he was done, someone else but this guy was really long, I gagged.

My ‘bucket list’ weekend.

Hi. It was suggested that you folks here might enjoy this…so here is the synopsis of my weekend!

It was all actually first written as a PM to a female friend, so it has many little aside comments that might detract from the story…but, anyway, I left them in, so here it is!

Okay. So. In short a bit of backstory because I think it's the sort of extra detail you might want to know. I met Jeff and Matt at my gym. There is a regular crowd at certain times of the day/week and you get to know the usual ones. About maybe four months ago I was using some of the equipment in the weight room and they came in and one of them made a friendly comment to let me know my thong had ridden up and was showing 'whale tail'. Not a big deal but it happened to be a shocking pink colour and was hard to miss. It was a bit risky for him to say anything at all as the gym has a super strick policy of any sort of harassment, but I took it as the helpful comment it was intended to be and as both guys were super fit and quite studly I joked back that maybe next time I wouldn't wear any at all to avoid that problem.

Pig In A Blanket Party

Teeny Weeny Pig In A Blanket- Small dick humiliation is like second nature to me. So when my friend Jessica thought of throwing a sex toy party, my little wet pussy tingled with excitement. She invited all our girl friends and told us to bring a guy. Not just any guy, but a guy with a little thumb fuck of a dick. We were going to have our version of a “pig party.” (who ever would bring the ugliest girl to a fraternity party would be the winner.) The invitations read “Pig In A Blanket Party.” Cocktail weenies on a platter. Serve up your little dick fuck to be eaten alive by a bunch of bitches. Bring the guy with a teeney weeney to win the door prize.

Do As I Say [nc] [huml] [Mf] [fsub]

Isabel could hardly breathe as she took a seat in the second car of the train, working up the courage to remove her shirt. She flinched when the earpiece hummed. It did that every time the man was about to speak. She stiffened at his even voice, tinged with the slightest hint of unidentifiable accent.

"Don't just sit there, Isabel. Take off your clothes."

Isabel squeezed her eyes shut, pressing her back to the chair and breathing hard. She reminded herself that he wasn't lying. The man who had left her the mysterious box this morning – the one with the note, videotape and earpiece – had identified himself as Viktor. He had two things with which to force her compliance: proof and her sister. The video had shown both those things. "Unless you want me to show the world what you did, you'll put in the earpiece and do as I say. Don't ever call for help or try anything smart. I'll remind you that I have your sweet sister in my care, and I'll be caring a little less for her with every time you displease me."

On office sluts [huml]

Every office worth its salt has a resident slut. It's usually a secret closely guarded by the handful of men that get to share her. The office slut is, thus, a kind of secret handshake signifying real corporate power, the kind of passed between the lines of employment contracts and org charts. An office slut can't be hired – she must be first identified for her need to drop to her knees and worship a powerful cock at a finger snap's notice, and then bred into a position of nominal authority that conceals her actual function as a token of male supremacy.

As a mere outside salesman, I've urinated into a CFO's mouth, as directed by the men holding actual purchasing power just to prove a point. I wasn't allowed to derive direct pleasure from this encounter – a status-asserting move itself – but it was nevertheless a disconcerting lesson on the real political structures of capitalism that prepared me for later experiences. At any rate, if I didn't enjoy the urination (I wanted to fuck that bitch right in the face until she choked on my ejaculate), I did like seeing her cry, knees trembling on the floor.

“Sweet Tooth”, Vol. 1 [MF, BBW, BDSM]




SWEET TOOTH, Volume One: "Samantha's Surprise"

An Erotic Tale About Discipline, Dominance & Confectionary Treats





PLOT SUMMARY



A voice spoke suddenly, echoing toward her from the darkness:

“Blow out your candles, Princess…”


Sweet Tooth is a suspenseful and taboo tale about a woman, who – with the help of an eccentric younger man – finally overcomes her life-long 'sweet tooth'. Expect a surreal, playful story about a unique Dom/Sub relationship, told in thirteen gloriously messy chapters. Sweet Tooth is intended for readers looking for a long-burn with an explosive climax.



AUTHOR’S INTRODUCTION



Before we start, a quick word; just between you and me, dear Reader. If you intend to read Sweet Tooth, then this will be the first step of a long journey which we’ll be taking together; so lets stop now, briefly, and talk.

As is probably all too obvious from the amount of formatting I've put into this post, Sweet Tooth is somewhat of a passion project for me. I am dedicated to fixing any spelling/grammar mistakes brought to my attention in the comments and I will do my best to incorporate your critiques of this first volume into following instalments. Please don't be too shy to share your opinions, either positive or negative, be it through the comments or through PM. Every response is appreciated.