Meditation Archives — NSFW story

private story about the public incident

I’m Jimmy [M48] married, 2 kids, a comfortable, safe life, that I hate. I work too much mainly to avoid going home. I don’t really like work either, it’s a sacrifice I make for my children. I hate work-from-home the most. My annoying wife is there. So I catch the train to work in Sydney CBD most weekdays. It takes 45 cathartic minutes which is fantastic alone time to meditate, read a book, listen to music, or just sit and think watching the world go by.

One of my favourite things about catching the train is the different women and seeing how sexy they wear their clothes. There’s this woman I particularly like I see every morning. We are always on the same carriage and every day we look at each other a lot. I mean a lot. We always smile at each other and she doesn’t mind when I look at her body and I let her eyes ravage me too. Her name is Kate, sometimes we have a little conversation, but I was comfortable leaving it on simmer, as she also wears a wedding ring. Sometimes she’ll turn her phone around and show me her nude pics or in some hot lingerie thing. Read more »

(True story) My (F20’s) first time at an erotic massage place

I write erotic fiction but, whenever possible, I try to draw inspiration from real life events.
[One of my stories was about friends accidentally going to an erotic massage](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/1054ioe/i_m30_accidentally_went_to_an_erotic_massage_and/) and I got quite a few questions on how much of it was real.
So I will fight the urge to go all fiction-writer with this one, to keep it 100% facts.
Here’s what happened:
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I really enjoy spas. Going for massages, skin care, saunas…
One day, I was trying to find a different type of massage (something new and unique I hadn’t tried yet) and I ran into this thing called a “tantric massage”.
I’ll fast forward through this part cause nobody wants to hear about Google Search. Or about how it inevitably became Pornhub Search. The end result is: tantric massage is an erotic massage with masturbation… and I was curious as fuck to try that out.
I looked up a bunch of places online and quickly found out 3 things:
1 – There are a LOT of scams. Places with low credibility that will pretend to offer a massage service but are actually just a front for prostitution; or just a flat out regular massage for 8x the price because someone chose to call it “tantric”.
2 – There are a LOT of people just trying to fuck you. Swing parties, sex clubs, couples looking for a third… all of these can disguise as “Tantric Massages”
3 – The actual true massages are usually given by therapists, and they are more in the meditation-try-to-know-yourself vibe than in the I-am-so-horny-right-now vibe. It’s a therapy in a sense, not a quickie.
The spa had a list of therapists with a quick description of their experiences and their photos (which I appreciated). I was 20, almost 21 at the time and I chose to have a male therapist as that made me more comfortable.
You set a time.
You show up.
It’s like a normal spa all the way.
The therapist comes, introduces himself.
He was very kind, polite and professional.
I was taken to the room where the massage would happen and it was all very… bhuddist? The decour, the smells, the background music. There was a mat on the floor (very cozy one) with pillows, but I was sat at a comfortable couch while the therapist explained to me what would happen.
I know I said I wouldn’t let the fiction writer take over, but if I promise to be as real as my memory will let me, would you forgive me for some dialogues?
“First” he tells me “You’ll have to take off all your clothes. This isn’t like the massages you’d normally have, where you can keep a bikini on or a towel over you. You’ll be naked for this. Then I will touch you. On your tits. On your pussy. And you will love it like a good gir…” nah, he didn’t say that.
That was my bad. Imagination got carried away.
Ok, I’ll behave.
I promise.
What he actually said was “You’ll have to take off your clothes. You can have a shower before the massage, if you want. Then you will lay down on that mat and the massage will happen in two parts. Part One is a normal massage all over your body. Part Two is the massage given to your genitals and I usually don’t recommend that for first timers… It’s better if you already have experience with Part One, previously. But if you’re comfortable with that now, we can do both parts”
Darlings of mine, I didn’t pay all that money and come all that way to have a sexual massage minus the sexual.
So I said:
“I’m comfortable. I’d rather have both parts”
To which he replied with some version of “ok”.
He shows me the oils he’ll use and explains he’ll have to touch me everywhere, and because he has to be clear he adds:
“That means your breasts and vagina, specially on the second part of the massage”
To which I replied with some version of “bring it on”.
The two last things he did before we started:
1 – He showed me the vibrator he’d use on Part Two.
It was a wired bullet powered by eight batteries. I have NEVER found that monstrosity in a sex shop anywhere in my life and believe me I’ve looked. Besides the real thing, that bullet was the best item to ever touch my body.
2 – He asked me not to use words during the massage. Moaning was encouraged, as long as it wasn’t done through words. Like “ohh” and “ahh” are fine. “Fuck, baby” and “yes, daddy, right there” are not.
I already showered before leaving home but by then I was feeling a little too self aware so I showered again.
I had a robe for 2 seconds, but then it was gone and I was naked walking around a room in front of a complete stranger, which (not going to lie, my friends) was a little hot.
I say “a little” because unlike erotica… sometimes when that stuff happens in real life you are so nervous that you can’t fully be turned on by it.
So in retrospect I find it very hot. But at that moment I was a little like “oh god, what am I doing?”
I lay down. Close my eyes and the first part of the massage goes by easy.
It was very different.
Massages usually involve a lot of pressure and squeezing, this one was… the opposite?
The best way I can describe it is: it’s a massage done mostly with fingertips.
Brushing by your body. Soft and slow. Like a tickle.
Like the therapist is trying to trick your brain into thinking about sex.
Here, I’ll help you picture it: Imagine you just fucked someone. You are still naked in bed together, trying to catch your breaths. Then you turn to each other with that sly intimite smile and you cuddle. You are in each other’s arms. Whispering softly, noses almost touching. You know that moment? You feel it? Now picture your hands. What are your hands doing at that moment? You are hugging them and your hands just… kind of… brush? Up and down. Casually. Comfortably. Feeling the warmth on their skin.
That’s a lot like what the massage felt like.
Like I was being caressed by a lover after sex.
Only… since I didn’t just have sex and my libido is just dandy, it started to turn me on pretty hard.
There was some preassure and squeezing to it as well, but it was very mild compared to what massages usually are.
Specially because that man was touching me everywhere.
Nipples, ass, nothing was off limits.
His hands were always warm and there was a lot of oil and I could feel myself getting very extremely turned on.
Then the second part of the massage came around.
I was laying on my back and he pulled my knees up before slowly letting them fall to the sides. Like a gynecologist would do, you know? If a gynecologist did her thing on a mat on the floor with an eight batteries dildo.
He started the massage with his hands and fingers.
And this bit… it was fucking heaven.
I know I speak for a lot of women when I say that clit action is far better than penetration for most of us, so take a second to appreciate what it would be like to have a professional playing with your clit.
And I’m not talking about a male prostitute who knows how to have sex… I am talking about a man who’s been specializing in the art of masturbation so thoroughly that people pay him for that alone. Someone who’s turned hand jobs into a form of meditation.
It was amazing good.
And that was before he started using the bullet.
Cause let me tell you: you can feel every single one of those eight batteries.
Now here comes the problem:
That was my first time having a massage like that. I was completely naked, legs spread open in front of a stranger… so it was a little hard to turn my brain off.
On one hand the massage was absolutely delicious.
On the other hand I was too nervous and self aware.
So that added up to orgasm denial real fucking quick.
I’d get more and more turned on. I’d feel my body going all the way to the edge and as I was standing there, waiting for that final push to tip me over… I’d get in my head and the orgasm would slip between my fingers.
But he was a pro with a powerful tool, so on I went again.
To the brink.
And back.
So many fucking times my body started to hurt. I was still a bit inexperienced at the time, I had no idea orgasm denial could hurt like that.
Like I’d just been in a fight.
And lost.
My stomach hurt. My muscles. My vagina. My breasts.
It hurt on the surface, like a bruise. But also inside, like a disease.
And then he unintentionally taught me the best lesson I ever had in sex: the importance of breathing.
It’s very common, right? You get really close to orgasm and you hold your breath. It’s so intense you can’t even think about breathing. Or is that just me?
So he encouraged me to moan.
Not breathe, mind you.
Moan.
And I did.
I kept moaning and moaning. Loud. Natural. In despair.
All that moaning controlled my breathing somehow, which helped with the nerves.
And that’s when orgasm hit me. I say “hit” because that’s what it felt like: a punch to the chest that robs you of all your breath.
A wave of relief so powerful that brings tears to your eyes.
“Moan, Violet, c’mon” he’d say, breathing out almost like he was moaning with me.
I followed him.
And… I orgasmed again?
At first, I wasn’t sure it was happening. I thought maybe it was just the first one still lingering. But I kept moaning and as soon as the orgasm was over, I felt another one overcoming it.
It was like a ladder. Every time one of the orgasms would be over, I’d feel another one building up and taking me higher than the one before, to the point where I had no air left in my lungs to keep moaning. So I just had my mouth open in a silent scream, tears running down my cheeks and these waves of relief taking over me getting closer and closer together until they sufocated me.
When it was over, I felt this absolute empty.
Not in a bad way!
My mind was void of anything.
My body felt like a shell.
I could barely move.
I couldn’t think.
He gave me some time to… survive it? Before I could get dressed and sit back on the couch so we could talk and he could make sure I was ok.
I’d heard about multiple orgasms before, but that was the first time I actually felt them.
Probably goes without saying that I became a regular client.
Next time I came around I brought a partner. That massage also involved a bath and was somewhat even more similar to the fiction I wrote. But that’s another story for another day!

EST: The Outlaw Chapter: 6 Drinking Part 6/11 (MF FF Violence)

The touch of my finger tip to the bulb of inspiration. That sudden gasp that I feel every time I touch it. Taking a deep breath as my finger tip starts to rotate around my clit. Letting the meditation comfort me in my time of need. Speeding up as my breath is getting weaker. As my gasps becuming more sporadic. As I felt like my holes, both of them are going to cut off anything trying to escape from them!
Shivering as I cum down from my sexual high. Cuming down back into my body, back into… Opening my eyes as I peered out towards this person who has cum for my advice, my tender loving relationship that I know will involve her… “Just what in the hell am I saying?” Scolding myself on confusing my old self, my teenage self who used to sneak out after dark to fraternize with the town after lights out was called for by the temple.
“Um” chewing on my bottom lip. “What do you want with me…” leaving the question hanging in the open air. My finger tip is still working on round two cause the first round only brought us closer together.
The feeling of her hand. As our tits touched. Not a mere meeting or a brush against butt a definite touch. One that I am waiting for again and again. Looking into her eyes. So deep did I travel. So far down into her soul that the only thing I could see is the way her kiss. Not some peck on the cheek. Butt a full deep throat moment!
Recoiling from my surprise, from my fear of being called a heresy by my temple sisters. Recoiling because all I really wanted is to be bedded by this goddess persona and brought to utopia where an orgasm cums every second. “May I help you” looking over this goddess bod. Using my eyes to feel her. To feel her every breath. To feel her softness of those breasts. To feel the firmness of her inner thighs!
As my eyes clear I must be the only one who would believe this nonsense about there being only one. I mean look at this society of big tittied women who would rather bring that moment of happiness to your life. Shaking my head as she touched me!
It felt like a dream on top of a dream. To feel her touch, to feel her warmth, to feel her… Just then, realizing what this must look like. Me a temple priestess recoiling as this lady puts her hand on my upper arm. Looking at the ground, now unable to look into her eyes. Struggling with my next sentence as it squeak out. “I. I am sorry for my behavior” taking a steading breath.
That moment of horror. That moment of abandonment struck me like the fool that I am. Butt her feet? They are still standing there right in front of me? Should I look, should I lift my head? Should I run in terror back to… Where?
Trembling even worse now. I could feel it, she could see it! “Oh Goddess give me strength to look into this woman’s eyes” I silently muttered. After my plea to one of the many Goddesses. Maybe, yes, maybe one of them will take pity on a soul like mine.
Lifting my head to face this unnerving woman. This creature who can smell my fear and is ready to take me down! Lifting my head, sweeping my eyes up her body. Taking pause on her pussy butt only for a brief moment. Dragging my eyes the rest, rest of the… “My Goddess” I swore! Reaching out to touch, going against everything I was taught just so I could make myself believe.
Cupping the side of her breast. Using my own fear against me as my hand embraced her tit! From this point I could not feel anything that was not touching her boob. I could not even feel her hand as it touched my face. Pulling my eyes up to hers. Pushing her lips to mine!
No this could not be happening!? Could it? My life had just begun as a temple priestess and right now I could not care less about the path that was laid out before me.
Inhaling her scent. Taking her lips against mine. Opening my mouth just so I could feel her tongue! Opening my mouth so I could get entangled with her tongue! Holding it, bare skin against bare skin. Feeling the drip of her own saliva as our tongues intertwined around each other.
“What could be any better than this?” Read more »

I [F] interrupted a [M]editation with my moans

As last summer wound down, I wanted to do something wild before school started again. There was an event at a swinger resort a few hours of driving from me, so I took a friend, Henry, and set off.

I was pretty shocked when I got there. So many naked bodies everywhere! But it only took about an hour before I was completely naked and comfortable. That first day was so much fun and filled with so many activities that by the time Henry and I collapsed into bed, we were too exhausted for sex.

When we got up the next morning it wasn’t long after breakfast before we were both horny out of our minds. We had the great idea to bring a blanket down to the small lake at the resort and have sex in the shade of a small grove of trees nearby.

We had also totally forgotten about the meditation session scheduled for the same time. There were about a half dozen other people down by the lake with a resort leader working through some guided meditation. A few of them left soon after we got there, but there was still one young couple and the guide. Read more »

Air B and D Part 1 [F33][solo]

This was supposed to be a relaxing long weekend getaway. Away from the city, the noise, the daily bump and grind traffic into an office where I sell my soul to Big Corp International. To be fair, work isn’t all that bad. I get to suck Rodney’s cock in the mailroom when no one’s around. But even he can get annoyingly loud, grunting and pulling my hair when he’s about to explode. Sometimes a lady needs her peace and quiet.

I’d booked this place online. “Private. Perfect for writing or meditation.” It’s a quaint cottage with an English garden, one of a few little retreats spaced far apart on an estate. Tall oak trees surrounded it save for a stretch of grass that extended up the large property. I look past it and see the main house not too far away. It’s big and old, like a Rockefeller mansion.

I love finding gems like these online. Best of all, I don’t have to talk to anyone. There’s a combo lock on the door and the emailed numbers work fine. I open the door and the smell of cedar and a long extinguished fireplace wafts past my nose. Inside, it’s decorated simply with a muted palette on the curtains and walls. No distractions. The bedroom is no different. A full size bed takes up most of it but there’s room for a mirror, dresser, and a side table. Read more »

My [M25] experience with a “tantrika” [F]

So this one’s weird and different, other than I was on a road trip traveling to various festivals after a break up. Took three weeks off from work and road tripped/camped and hiked. I was meditating and doing yoga quite a bit, doing the occasional psychedelic and had a perfect roll… and having very intimate experiences and beautiful friendships formed but non sexual with people which was very helpful for me to move on from this breakup. This is two weeks on the road and after having awesome drug-experiences, meeting beautiful women that were giving me attention… I had a lot of brimming energy to say the least.

I’ll get to it, but trigger warning I paid for a high end tantric massage so if that stuff isnt your thing stop reading. I have no regrets paying for this experience, keep reading to see why. Also if you don’t know much about deep states of meditation or trance states this might not make sense to you.

Anyway, I get to a new city, realize in my hotel while meditating that I was extremely in-tune with myself, and could get turned on from meditating and letting myself be in a slightly different mode of consciousness. Read more »

Saturday Afternoon

I spent the better part of the morning splitting firewood and running a few rifle drills. I came in and found her working on her newest baking project in the kitchen. She had on shorts and one of my tshirts under her flour doused apron. She had her manicured fingers dug into a huge ball of dough. So I slipped up behind her, my chest against her back. One hand slid around her throat tilting her head back for a deep kiss. The other slid under the apron and inside her shorts, knowing she was defenseless. She also wasn’t wearing panties. She squealed into my mouth as I found that magic button, taking what was mine. If she hadn’t beeen wet before, she was sopping now and I had no resistance slipping two fingers inside her. My tongue in her mouth, my fingers in her pussy. Mind flashed back to her birthday when my buddy Frank and I tag teamed her. I didn’t need a video camera, that beautiful scene in the mirror was etched in my mind. Her moans and groans as we took her to orgasm after orgasm will forever ring through my mind like a symphony.
It only took a moment and she was shivering g through an orgasm in my hands. I held her till she got her knees back. I kissed her cheek and panting softly she reminded me that I smelled like a goat. I left her to go shower. She joined me about halfway through. We bathed each other slowly and methodically. It was soft and sensual. It wouldn’t be for long.
We finished. She went to the dresser to find clothes. I touched her back and whispered that she didn’t need those, to meet me downstairs. Her cheeks flushed with excitement.
I left her for several minutes waiting, building the anticipation. Then I went downstairs to join her. She was kneeling on the round meditation rug as she’d been trained. Her blonde curls were in a ponytail behind her head.
“What color are you Pet?”
“Green Syre!” She said, shuddering with enthusiasm.
“Good girl”
“What happens if you need to pause?”
“I call yellow Syre”
“Good girl!”
“And if you need to stop?”
“I call red Syre”
“Excellent”
I moved over to the rigging.
I had custom built two posts, five feet apart. They were built to support 2000lbs so as never to have to worry about it falling or failing me.
At the ceiling between them was a hanging rig
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that I had repurposed. At several points along the inside of the posts, I had mounted eye-bolts for rigging. I patted my thigh. “Come” and she crawled the floor to me. She stood between the posts.
“First we are going to discuss discipline. It’s Saturday. What is the clothing rule for you in Saturdays?”
“None Syre”
“I had to work for what is rightfully mine.”
“Syre I”
“Rules are rules Pet” I interupted her.
“Yes Syre” she was starting to glow with excitement.
I tied single columns on her wrists, ankles and thighs, just above her knees. I then secured her to the posts spread eagle.
The cane snapped across her pale flesh leaving pink stripes across her gorgeous bubbly ass cheeks. Then I picked up the paddle and placed three solid seats across each cheek.
“Now this is for fun. “ I switched to my paracord flogger. It was twenty strands, knotted on the ends so as not to cut or damage the skin, but to leave an sting along every contact point. I took my time working t
It up and down the backs of her thighs and her bare back. I moved in front of her and stoked it in overhand circles over her tits, swiped side to side across her stomach and then back to overhand circles over her pussy. She squealed beautifully, her moans and yelps a symphony to my ears.
I put the whip away and and slowly ran my fingers over every inch of her body. There would be some lovely bruises but no broken skin. I was pleased! I took a small amount of my homemade edible tiger balm on my on fingertips. I walked to her taking her left nipple in my mouth and sucking hard. Then applied a tiny amount of the balm. On her wet skin it would take a few moments to activate but it would leave a stimulating tingle. Then the right nipple. Hearing her suck in air and pant was music to my ears as I sucked hard.
I untied her thighs and untied her from the posts. I put a collar around her lovely throat and secured her wrists behind her neck. I put the mat on the floor between the posts and had her lie down. This was a new activity that I was surprising her with and it wound be a wonderful surprise.
I clipped the lift to her ankles. Then triggered the remote wench and she was slowly lifted by her spread ankles, off the floor, dangling.
I stepped in front of her.
“Now we try something new. I’m going to put my cock in your mouth. Do you remember the rules?”
“Wetter is better, Syre. Go deep or go home, Syre. No teeth, Syre”
“Well done. And Pet?”
“Yes Sy..mmmph” I interupted her by slipping my hard cock into her mouth as she spoke.
As she sucked me slowly, bobbing and dangling, I snapped the leather sap over her thighs and pussy. She struggled yelping and squirming as I snapped the leather over her sensitive skin. After a few moments I gave her skin a short break. I wrapped my hand around the back of her scalp and slowly guided her mouth down over my cock, fucking her mouth. With her suspended like she was it was just a simple bump in the back of her mouth and right into that tight wet throat. The groaning, the moaning around my cock, sliding in and out, moving her head like a pendulum. I slid my other hand over that pretty bald pussy just dangling in front of me. She jumped at my touch, her body twisting and swinging. I gripped her ponytail like a handle and slid her back and forth. After several minutes of enjoying her mouth and throat, I decided it was time to change up. I took my cock out of her mouth. She reached and strained, suspended, to take it back in her mouth. I hit the button on the wench and slowly it lowered her to the floor. Her breath was ragged, her eyes were teared up. Her skin was bruising nicely. She lowered down to the mat on her shoulders and I stopped it. I moved in “under her”, and slowly eased her down. As she lowered, I pushed her legs over, rolling her ‘in half’, Her shoulder blades touched the mat and as I pushed, her toes touched it as well. I reached into a pouch on the side of one of the posts and took out a lube injector. I eased the plunger, squirting a small dabble around the outside of her ass, then slid the injector in. Her eyes widened and she let out a moan at the slender device. Once it was several inches in, I applied pressure to the plunger, emptying the lubricant into her as I eased the syringe like device out. She let out a breath slowly as I eased it out. Her relief wasn’t long lived. I tossed it aside and pressed the tip of my cock against that pretty pink hole. It winked at me, tempting me, challenging me, as she breathed. My cock was raging hard, so as I pressed, her entrance gave and I slipped in with a slight pop. Her legs lifted up in the air at the intrusion. I allowed it, but not without consequence. As her legs lifted up into the air, I grabbed the backs of her knees, guiding them down over my shoulders. As she relaxed against me, I wrapped my hands around her gorgeous thighs and held her to me as I pushed forward, sliding my cock in all the way. I gave her every inch slow and deep. She moaned, she waled, she wiggled, she gasped. She kept expecting the intrusion to be over, but I kept pushing till I was all the way in. My hips pressed against her bare ass. I almost lost control, but I managed to maintain. She could handle a lot, but releasing the wolf at that moment, would have had dire consequences. I held her tight, as she wiggle and moaned, my cock buried in her ass. I counted to ten.
When I was done, I began fucking her tight ass deep, firm and slowly. Her eyes wide, her nipples hard as rocks, I made sure to tweak and pinch them as I went.
“What color are you Pet?”
“I’m green Syre” she spat between moans.
I grabbed her ankles, over my head and spread her legs wide as I fucked her harder. I could see her pussy flenching and quivering as she began to spray all over us. It affected her, causing her ass to tighten and quiver around my cock. I did not let that deter me. If anything it drove me closer to letting go. I wrapped my arms under her back and squatted, lifting her up into the air, my cock impaling her ass. I reached over, pinching her nipples, fulgruming her up into the air, as I began pounding into her. She moaned louder and louder. I felt her grinding her clit against me as I slid in and I felt her ass tighten as I slipped almost out. I didn’t allow her the reprieve of taking it out. I felt her clench down on the tip. I gripped her hips and drove back in. I unclipped her wrists and she wrapped her arms around me, I eased her back to the mat on the floor on her back. I reached behind me and released her ankles from the spreader bar. My cock had slipped out of her ass and in a hase, she rolled over and moved to crawl. I slapped her naked ass hard and loud with my hand. She fell on her belly on the mat the wolf took over. I was on her. I forced her legs apart with my knee. I didn’t ask her what color, I didn’t fucking care. She was mine. I took what belonged to me. I laid down on her back. She panted, she. moaned. Her head turned back and forth but she wasn’t able to form words. Didn’t matter. I wasn’t listening. I pressed my cock back between her cheeks and found that treasure. I popped the tip back in her ass and this time I drove deep and began pistoning in and out, every inch over and over. My left forearm across her shoulder blades. My right hand gripped her ponytail, pulling her head back to look in the mirror across from us. She had to see the beautiful image that I saw as I fucked her over and over. Her body was covered in a sheen of sweat. her nipples “tingled” from the balm. Her pussy quivered in orgasm after orgasm and I continued fucking.
I was getting close. I could feel the tension building, the sensations rising up my body. I gripped her hips and lifted her up to her knees, her face laying flat on the mat, her mind completely overtaken by subspace. I slid back in and I pounded into her. She groaned and wailed through all of it, taking it completely. There was cum everwhere. The volcano was about to burst. i let her hips go. She pushed away from me, rolling over onto her back, her eyes wide, her breathing shallow, I stood, taking my cock in hand, stroking it, I exploded sending gobs of cum all over her. i splattered thick white cum on her face, her tits, her stomach. It was one of the longest lasting orgasms I had ever felt. I thought my knees would collapse under me. I eased down to the mat to catch my breath. We spent the rest of the evening naked, cuddling on the sofa upstairs, reading, I made a light dinner and lots of dark chocolates.

The Call of The Darkside (Starwars, aliens, F)

I was bored, totally bored.
Quietly roaming the halls the of Jedi temple, I looked for something to do.
Having finally finished my padawan training and was now a full-fledged Jedi Knight, I currently had no assignments.
With nothing to focus my thoughts on, my mind wandered.
I took a moment to breathe as I felt the urge come over me. Thinking to myself I wondered if this was a temptation of the dark side or just an innate feeling.

I decided to head to one of the meditation chambers. I was already walking that way, and focusing my thoughts on the force would surely help. Being a Twi’lek I felt very lucky to be part of the Jedi Order.
Many of the women of my species are slaves, prostitutes, simply objects for male use.
It was lucky the Jedi took me from Ryloth and raised me away from the rest of the world.
It’s no secret to me that I’m very attractive, even for my species. So it’s all the more lucky I wasn’t exposed to the world like my sisters. Read more »

Thorough Lover [C, extreme object insertion (ATWT)]

*All characters in this story are 18+. It contains consensual but EXTREME object insertion. Like all-the-way-through extreme. Otherwise, it’s very wholesome.*

Becca was meeting her boyfriend after his shift in a little black dress barely longer than her jacket. She literally could not contain her excitement and left traces of wet pleasure on the bus seat wearing no panties that could have absorbed her liquid anticipation. He worked in an alley, stopping cars from using it as a parking lot. He was never too tired to see her, though, and she was sure he would love today’s surprise.

It was early enough for the sun to still shine between the buildings but late enough to for the shops to be closed, leaving the alley well lit yet deserted. Perfect. She was ready for him, finally after so much excruciating training with a baseball ball. They wouldn’t need to settle for kisses and boob-jobs anymore; she was going to mount him right there in the alley in front of his jealous coworkers. Read more »