6of6 – Loose Ends

I remember how surreal it seemed. My head was stuck somewhere between the dark of night and the fuzziness of predawn. I was completely sober now and found myself recalling the unlikely events of that night. I shivered with a sense of shame, then warmed and blushed when I released my thoughts were more like fantasy than memory.

I had slid down onto the floor beside the bed. I sat naked and soar, with semann sliding down my back and onto the floor. I could feel it sticking between my buttocks.

Bill was laying on the bed again and breathing loudly. His presence began to annoy me again. His hairy, fat presence. I had done everything I could to get my husband off his ass, letting his brother bang, face fuck, and backdoor me. Bill had probably lived out every dorky, middle aged fantasy on me.

I turned back around to the bed and shifted up onto my knees. I found myself unexpectedly smiling in amusement. In the shadowed bedroom, I could see Bill’s limp penis lying flaccidly over his fat thigh. I suppose I had let myself live out a few fantasies too.

A Long Kinkster Story: How I Developed a Humiliation Fetish [F/M]

I went over Reddit's post character limit, so this story continues in the comments since I don't like breaking stories into parts.

Before I begin, I'd like to point out every single part of this story is 100% true. Consequently, there aren't any fantasy moments amongst the lines of, "She pulled my pants down and laughed hysterically. Then, she invited her friend to have a look. They both held out their pinkies and laughed while I shriveled up." So although this story has an erotica feel to it, there's no climactic over-the-top moments involved. Also, my dick is approximately five inches long – not too small really. But size queens will let you know: if it's not big, it's small.


Up until the age of twenty-three, I never thought about my penis size. Mainly, I didn't have to. Only a couple women had seen it until that point. Throughout high school, I was the third wheel. I'd watch as my friends picked up beautiful girl after beautiful girl. Perhaps I set my standards too high, but simply put, I wasn't getting laid until my early 20s.

When hiring two prostitutes to have a threesome, there are some points to consider. [MFF]

The absolute key thing to remember is to try and make sure that the prostitutes you hire don't hate each other. There are other factors as well, but that one is pretty key.

Let's call our big spending customer Alex. For the 6 months I'd been working as a prostitute he'd been a regular of mine, for the most of it.

He was a bit weird, and a lot of the other women at the agency didn't like him, but I got on with him pretty well. With me at least he directed a lot of his energies towards role play and light humiliation, rather than the more extreme stuff he often wanted with other women.

He was that key thing, a regular. Someone that would adjust his booking around your timings. He'd book me for two hours twice a month on whatever time was convenient to me, so it spared me having to fight for bookings with the agency.

Let's call my colleague Alice. Straight off Alice called herself an escort rather than prostitute. Despite the fact that like the majority of the women at the agency rarely actually did anything that included the social aspect of escorting with the clients. Rather than a descriptive term, I felt she used it as a kind of euphemism, for how she earned a living.

[FMMM] The Hardcore Show That Let Me Travel The Wold

Davey and me were having the best trip of our entire lives. We were 23, broke, and in love traveling all across Europe without a care in the world. Every stop was a new adventure, and there was no end in sight. We went cliff jumping in Croatia, Hitchhiking along the Amalfia Coast, and made love for a week during the sunsets at Santorini. It was safe to say we were having the time of our lives. It wasn’t just the adventures either, it was the wonderful people we were meeting. People didn’t live by the same life restraints as the people in the US. This one old couple had asked to stay with them within an hour of our boat porting in Istanbul. That kind of thing doesn’t happen in Atlanta. They even made us breakfast everyday, god bless them.

The Extreme Fantasy Business-Part One [FMM,BDSM,Fsub,oral,prost,sadism]

I made sure he could see up my miniskirt while he described his preferences. Most clients that we deal with are either insecure men and you can sense the sex crazed manic in them the moment they walk in. Adrienne was different. He was by all means a complete stud and could probably get any woman he wanted. Not only that but instead of being eager and excited like our usual clientele, Adrienne seemed more frustrated than anything.

“What can we do for you today Adrienne?” asked my boyfriend/boss Ian.

He shuffled nervously. “Uggghh… your flyer said that you guys can um… satisfy the most extreme of fantasies?” His nervousness made him sexy. “It said here that there is limit to what your willing to do to satisfy you..” he stopped talking and awkwardly awaited a response.

“Mr.Panouge” said Ian breaking the silence “Call me A.D.” Adrienne said “A.D. Fantasies Limitless is unique for a call girl service for one simple reason. We. Will do. ANYTHING to ensure our customer is satisfied. You see the girls our company employs have to fit a very specific profile. Every woman in our employment has what we call an “extremist” personality type. They are adrenaline junkies. Not only have the ability to go far beyond the limits of what even the most intense human would say is painful, but the get off on it.”

I Bully and Humiliate My Obnoxious and Hot Roommate via an Unwanted Spanking While Everyone Laughs. [spanking] [mmf] [huml] [nc] [Mdom]

[This is a work of fiction but may bring to mind what actually happens sometimes all around the world e.g. in India (often in far more extreme form) so girl-tourists should use caution in India. Nobody herein described is meant to resemble any real person alive or dead. This text is not to be construed as a guide to appropriate behavior and condemns gender-violence of any kind. It's possible that the reader will get off to this. If he does not, he may get off pondering its moral message. Trigger Warning: hipsters, contempt, ACAB.]

Two policemen rode together in a police-car to what they thought was a crackhouse but was in fact your law-abiding, sovereign home. Due to a minor error in transcription, they'd been given the wrong address. As they drove, one policeman ranted the following to his partner shortly before bursting through your front door and killing you and your whole family.

Wrote another story! Please give me feedback! HALEY BULLIES CANDY (18+)

Candy Alenso was a short, tan, brown haired girl. She had always been shy and quiet around other students at her school. It was senior year, and the petite teen couldn't be anymore excited to be done with highschool. It wasn't the amount of homework, the drama, or the boring classes. The real reason candy wanted to be done with school was Haley. Haley was tall, athletic and beautiful. Candy was always a little bit jealous of her. But the worst part was the way she bullied her. Since the 6th grade, when they had first met, Haley repeatedly humiliated her, teased her, and even occasionally pushed her around a bit. But none of that could prepare candy for what Haley would do next. The childish name calling and wedgies would seem like nothing compared to the abuse Haley would cause her this year.

25[F] [Str8] Bus encounter with a perv [voy] [huml] [mast]

[Fiction]

I'll let you in on a little secret. I have what I assume is a rather unusual fetish for a woman. I love flashers. I love perverts. And I love the idea of non consensual surprise penis. Let me give you an example.

So as you can probably surmise at this point, I'm quite the voyeur. I love the thrill of seeing a penis in the wild. At first, I had to make do with the occasional cock outline in a swim trunk, an underwear-clad bulge showing through the leg of a pair of shorts, perhaps if I got lucky, the swaying of a cock behind a loose pair of sweatpants. But on one special day taking the train, my wildest dreams came true.

I was taking a long train, about an hour and a half. Being a Monday afternoon, the car was fairly empty. I settled in by a window seat with my bag on the floor. I spread out, and enjoyed some window-gazing. A few stops into my trip, I notice a guy walking down the aisle. I don't think much of it at first. The car is still very empty, so I did not anticipate him taking a seat next to me. Except that's exactly what he did. "Excuse me, is this seat taken?" I make note that it's a man in dress pants and a coat. Brown hair. Otherwise nondescript. In the moment, all I can think to say is "sure, no prob."

Going to the dick exchange – Part 1: testing the waters (f/M and other people)

First off: some parts of this might come off as a little braggy. Let me assure that that's not what this is about, it's just how that experience came to be.

So this is about my wife and me and how we started swinging. We are in our early 30s, have been together for well over 10 years and are both presentable looking people but no models. She has long red hair, is quite busty (D cups) and has curves in all the right places. I am a worker, so muscles but not very defined, sadly.

We have a good thing going on in the bedroom (among other places), we know what the other likes, dislikes and outright refuses to do and we respect each other. But as the years go by, things start to slow down and even the most fun part of our relationship became quite the routine.

So we both start talking about it. I'd like to spice things up with other positions, places and techniques, she also has her wishes. "I'd like to have a really rough fuck one day!" was one of the more blunt statements issued during one of out post coital talks. "I can to that, you naughty little thing!" – "Well, there's the problem: YOU can't."

Submissive girl worships evil villainess [FF][bdsm][Fantasy][Fsub][sm]

I scurried through the brothel to the secret room underneath, an inconspicuous base of operations for the rebels fighting against the Queen's tyrannical rule. They had welcomed me in months earlier, but now the trap was ready to be sprung. Having convened an urgent meeting, duping them with lies about having critical information, I found the rebel commander Jake, surrounded by his officers, waiting for me. Excellent, I thought to myself. He was tall and fit, a self-righteous crusader on behalf of those oppressed by the Queen's reign of evil. Even his sanctimonious presence filled me with loathing and annoyance.

"Ellen, where have you been?" Jake asked me.

Backstabbing your ugly face, I wanted to reply, but instead I gave a lie about sleeping in.

Suddenly, screams broke out from outside the room. The thought that the Queen would be rid of these contemptible pests because of my betrayal filled me with excitement. Her minions surrounded the brothel, killing anyone who resisted. They stormed through the door and closed in on us. We were encircled. I looked at the crass faces of the rebels, they were in complete disbelief. Satisfaction. Finally, these stuck-up hooligans will get the punishment they so deserve.