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.

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.

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.

[24M][24F] Finding the finish

The holiday had been a disappointment. An overpriced hotel that could barely keep me cool, a crowded pool, and being stuck a week longer than everyone else because I had needed the cheaper flight option. This wasn’t what I had hoped for. Best of all, I was too burnt to even go outside and enjoy the one constant positive of this place, the hot sun. Instead I found myself lying naked on the floor of my room’s bathroom with the lights off. The cool tiles just about broke through the sting of my burns and allowed my mind to focus on more than the fuzz of pain. Not that there was much to focus on, lying and staring at the ceiling. If I moved, even by an inch, then a fresh wave would break across my body and inevitably my meditation would be corrupted yet again. I was hardly present, drifting in and out of thought and wakefulness.

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.

[M]y $300 handjob from a [F]riend

I’d been on a lunch date with Lana and it was good conversation. No electric chemistry but we both were clearly just looking for something easy and fun. She’s 46, 5’2″, white, redhead, curvy ass, very much a MILF body type. I’m 34, 5’7″, athletic build, bearded with dark hair.

She invited me over for takeout and chill the other night, so I hop in my car and promptly get stuck in absolute standstill traffic for 2 hours because of a wreck with no way to get out or take another route.

Being stuck in traffic sucks, being ragingly horny on your way to a booty call while trapped in a car is another level of torture. Lots of meditation, attempts to clear my mind, resulting in marginal levels of success.

But finally, traffic moves and I get there. We eat tacos, talk for a good while on the couch, and for a few reasons I decided that full on sex isn’t something I’m wanting to do this night.

The Nut Spill [M26/F35] [Erotic massage, edging, huge load, breeding]

I sat in the lobby of the carpeted massage parlor in a comfy chair and waited for my name to be called. I wouldn’t say there were porn magazines laying around to look at, but some of the content I found in the lobby was fairly sexual.

I was intrigued by a sex therapy magazine, and I was flipping through it when a thick but fairly short brunette (MILF) in white scrubs came to the door and interrupted my reading by calling my name. “Bryan,” she smiled.

I followed her back to a room in the back, watching her voluptuous ass bounce from side to side as her hips rolled and beckoned me to follow.

She led me into a small darkly-lit room (lit completely by candlelight) where meditation music played softly, and the woman introduced herself as Elizabeth.

“Go ahead and get undressed,” Elizabeth said. “Lay face down on the table with this towel over you, and I’ll come back in a couple of minutes.”

Elizabeth left the room and I undressed completely. I folded my clothes neatly and laid them on a chair beside the padded massage bed. (My boxer briefs lay folded neatly on top.)

Became someone’s own little whore! [FM]

Like many girls on this sub, I grew up religious. Modest. Covered elbow to ankle. Not allowed to touch a man. Repression breeds perverted sluts. No two ways about it.

By 18 I’d only slept with my high school boyfriend. Nothing special. I pretty much only interacted with people in my cultural and private school communities.

Yet I was obsessed with beautiful, frilly lingerie. Spent my paychecks on Agent Provocateur. Changed with the windows wide open since 16 to give my neighbours a little treat. Bought latex Vivienne Westwood heels.

At 18 I was a size 2, 5 foot 7, runners body with disproportionate F cup tits that were so perky a pencil wouldn’t even stay under them. Narrow, boyish hips. Tanned, big brown eyes, huge lashes. Unique beauty. I always wore skanky look at me outfits, and still do, even though now, at 25, my tits are a little softer, cheeks a little more prominent. I’m a 4 and H loves me more than ever.

Company Owner Makes New Employee Obey God’s Will (non-con/christianity and witchcraft/power imbalance)

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