Tag: Meditation

An offering at a milking table

It started with a cryptic message from a friend of a friend. “Dom requires subjects for milking. Discretion mutually assured. Enquire direct to 0409 ### ###”. Needless to say, my curiosity was piqued.

A flurry of messaging followed, and proof of life submitted, in exchange for a time and an . Instructions as follows: knock twice, enter, second door on the left, no talking. The date was in four days hence. I existed in a heightened state of anxiety and arousal in the meantime. What was I getting myself into?

The allotted time slowly arrived and I walked up to the front door of an suburban household.

It was a very quiet neighbourhood with everyone out tending to their business. The hair on the back of my neck stood on end as I knocked, and then turned the door handle and opened the door silently. My footsteps rang in my ears as I walked down the hallway. Was I being setup? I stood in front of the second door in the left. This one was painted differently to the rest, black in a piano gloss. I hesitated with my hand resting on the door handle. Read more »

[F] [mast] [caution] Maggie, Poor Clare

Maggie. Maggie had always been the odd kid, the loner, the one who stood out in the crowd. And yet she yearned nothing more than a life of peace. Of meditation. Of contemplation and prayer.

For, you see, Maggie felt the calling. The vocation. She was called by God to a higher purpose. She was to become a nun.

She jumped with glee every Sunday at the thought of going to Mass. She’d sit in the front row, eagerly listening to every word of the service. She’d be first in line for the eucharist. As soon as she was allowed online, instead of heading for porn, she headed for monastery websites. How do I become a nun? she’d type into Google, hoping to find an answer, hoping to find someone who’d listen to her call. And, finally, she found what she had been looking for. As soon as she turned 18, the Poor Clares invited her to visit the facility. Off she went, to Great Falls Montana, where she’d finally achieve her dream: the nunnery. Read more »

Abstaining from sex makes me a cock hungry slut

My husband and I are happily married, in a Hotwife marriage. Whenever I have a date with another guy, we have this process, this preparation to get ready.

We are traveling to Los Angeles in a little bit. He has a business trip, and I’m tagging along. We hope to piggyback on this trip, to have a little playdate on the side. So in preparation for the date – and this can be applied to any date really – my husband will start to withhold sex from me. Completely cold turkey. Now coming from having sex 3 or 4 times a week… to nothing, can be very excruciating.

This is part of our kinky, devious ritual, our preparation if you will. This withdrawal builds up this inner sexual energy, this lust, this anticipation within me. Like a spring compressed to its fullest, I’m just waiting to be released and unleashed. During my abstinence, my mind and personality start to change. Normally, I’m this kind, polite wholesome woman. But towards the end, I’m a complete mess. I turn into this cock hungry, cum driven rabid slut. When a man gives me any attention, I instantly think of how fast I can drain his balls. What position he would prefer me in. I imagine his head inbetween my legs. By the time when the playdate arrives, I’m like this starving animal, desperate to eat, to survive. But no, I have to save myself. Save myself for the playdate who would reap the spoils of my patience. Read more »

A Sexual Religion Draped in the Colors of Ivory and Red [fm]

My soul always unravels when my cock enters Ivory for that first time, when we are together once more. I am the only person on the planet that dare calls her ‘Ivory’, for she hates her skin, the tone of it, and the impossibility for her to get even a hint of a tan. To her it is her biggest flaw, even more so than the disappointment she has at her breast size. I have called her Ivory ever since, not to mock her, but to remind her how much I enjoy the shade of her skin, its alabaster glow. How she literally shines like some supernatural goddess when we fuck in the moonlight.

But, as I was saying, my soul always unravels when my cock enters her that first time being together again, each and every time! Cock and cunt intimately familiar, yet not. The attraction, with a dash of resistance. Absence makes the cunt grow wetter and the cock grow harder and all of that. Regardless, that first time rejoining with her after weeks or months apart always feels like the very first time being in her. Every damned time! It is a divine moment. Read more »

Rendezvous

Shelly let my cock slip from her parted lips, a thin strand of white, glistening cum escaping her wonderfully lush mouth with the slip. She playfully licked what she could of the cum from her chin, the rest she gathered up on her finger, sucking it off in even a more playful way, and yet still reminding me just how damn nearly innocent while sexy she was all the same. We are both completely spent, seduction and arousal making way to comfort and playfulness. Shelly always preferred to end a rendezvous with me with my cock in her mouth. She claimed she enjoyed it because it seemed to give me a more tortured pleasure, because the pleasure lasted so much longer. She also claimed she really enjoyed the gentle intimacy of it, of tasting us together after a final, long session of sex, and laughter, and intimacy that the rendezvous always brought. She also claimed it had as much to do with balancing out how our rendezvous usually began. Read more »

The subspace [D/s, Mf,pic]

Don’t tell Daddy no

It starts with a tone of voice; the shift of perspective so clear that I might as well be Alice, suddenly looking at the underside of the table, wondering how I got so small.  That tone pierces through all the barriers I’ve put up and what’s revealed is the soft murmur of a brain that’s starting to slow down. The silence is yet to come, but the constant whirring has a catch – a pause – to it now, something that has interrupted the usual cycle.

The blindfold erases my sight, but I’d already stopped seeing what was around me the minute I was ordered through the door.  I focus to hear the slightest noise and tingle in anticipation while waiting to feel the pressure on skin that will give me my next direction.  We call it play but it’s anything but – it’s communication on an entirely different level. It’s telling each other things we can’t or shouldn’t say out loud; it’s an exercise in trust that amazes me every time. Read more »

The Categorical Imperative of a Short Plaid Skirt [mf, oral]

I met Victoria on the other side of a 4 month descent into despair.

You’ve probably figured it out by now, but I’m not like most guys. I can be rough and manipulative, but my strongest sexual attraction comes from my heart. I fall in love quickly and deeply. Google “limerence.” That’s me–I get incredibly high from feeling like I’m in love. It’s an all-encompassing desire to posses, to become one with another. Idealization makes the marginally attractive worthy of obsession. And that’s when I want to fuck.

At the time of this story, I was 18 and did not have this kind of detached self-assessment. I only saw potential partner after partner fall away as I was mystified by rejection from the college girls who were not looking for anything approaching my intensity. And who can blame them? From far away, that kind of attention must look curious. Up close, like sunlight focused through a magnifying glass, it burns.

By the time second semester rolled around, I had reached an uneasy peace with myself. I gained something near closure with the former object of my affection after months of silence and started to pull myself out of the deep depression that the sudden end of that relationship launched. Read more »

[FEEDBACK WANTED] Panties and Other Stories About Panties (W/T) Introduction [Fetish]][Bondage][BDSM][TS] (x-post from r/erotica)

Hello r/eroticliterature,

**LONG POST ALERT**

I’m working on my first erotica novel (really my first long-form writing project since term papers) and I’m looking for feedback—constructive or otherwise!

I’m nearing the 100 page mark and for some reason I thought that would be a good milestone to go back and edit the totality of the rough work for I have so far. As you might imagine, there’s A LOT of cringe in there, A LOT of purple prose, A LOT of thesaurus writing, but there’s also A LOT I’m extremely proud of and I think my concept is still strong even if some of my execution can’t stand on its own.

That’s where you guys come in! I need a competent editor(ial staff) to give me their unvarnished thoughts and most merciless criticisms to break me of my terrible habits. I am 100% in favor of compensating you (I can’t do it monetarily at the moment, but even though I’m not a Lannister I always pay my debts).

The major questions I have with the work are as follows:

Does it turn you on? Is it too much? Do the descriptions bore? Are you not (otherwise) entertained? Read more »

Willingness at the [m]assage parlor

The morning that my massage was scheduled, my partner wanted to practice her handjobs again.

She’s a quick and willing learner.  In 20 years of sexual activity, it was a skill she had never developed, focusing instead on her love of sucking cock.  And god, she is a talented cocksucker.

We’d gone lube-shopping some weeks before, looking for the ultimate blend of slickness and staying power.  The silicone lubes were working great, perfectly complimented by her spit and the wetness that always develops in her pussy when she’s pleasing my cock.  She’s a slut who loves to earn my cum, and I can’t believe my good fortune, because she’s *my* slut.

She spread the lube all over the head of my cock, and all up and down its shaft.  She knows, now, because I taught her, just how to work my head to make me squirm and moan and build the solid base of pleasure that she then uses to escort me so expertly to my orgasm.  I was so focused on the pleasure, but I couldn’t help thinking about her. I wanted her to do well, and I was excited for her to take her new skills and share them with other men. I thought about how turned on I would be when she reported back to me after those times that she was a good girl and she earned their cum, too! Read more »

“Sleeping with [My] Ex-G[F]’s Roommate

I want to share a series of my most memorable sexual encounters. Some are passionate, some are primal, and some are just funny (at my expense). I’m going through them temporally so, here’s the third story, in this case the one of my first time with Shannon’s housemate, Mandy:

So if you didn’t read my previous story, I just briefly noted that my first girlfriend, a gothy girl named Shannon, cheated on me and put a “curse” on my love life. Anyway, Shannon had a housemate, Mandy, who lived in the other bedroom in the house we all rented. I never officially moved in, but I helped pay utilities since I was constantly over there visiting Shannon. Sometimes when Shannon was off at school or work I’d be there alone or sometimes Mandy would be home too.

I’d be exercising out back in the yard, or eating in the living room and Mandy would come talk with me, usually about some nerdy show we both liked, college stuff, or about her boy troubles. While I was physically attracted to Shannon for her pale skin, black hair, giant tits, sultry eyes, etc we fought a lot about dumb shit. I found that besides when we were fucking, I actually enjoyed being home with Mandy more. Read more »