Ewa had been in Moscow for a couple of months, settling in to the subtle and not so subtle changes in culture. She was immersed in summer, now, and the days were long, hot and dry as a bone. In the evening, the heat hung in the air, not cooling but thickening. From waking up to falling into bed, she spent the day glazed in sweat and would duck into a shaded cafe, bar or awning like it was a pool of ice water. That day, Ewa was wearing a light, summer dress with thin shoulder straps. The straps sat neatly in the groove of her strong shoulders and the dress was tucked in the back, so it hugged the dramatic curve of her spine and the muscular curve of her hips. She’d walk around naked if she could, but it was a compromise between comfort in the heat and inviting stares and cat calls in the street. This happened anyway, of course, and she did her best to shrug it off. Somehow, cat calls in Russian retained enough novelty to mask the buzzing nuisance. By contrast, she didn’t mind the attention she got from other women, who, she noticed several times a day, couldn’t help but glance at the sweat running from her collar bone, down the gentle valley between her small, firm breasts, or at the way her skirt hung off the round shelf of her ass, the hem clinging to her thighs when she walked.
Tag: Meditation
The Witch’s Apprentice – Part 4 [MF] [fantasy] [magic] [succubus] [gentle femdom] [affection] [acceptance] [oral] [blowjob] [titty fuck] [facial] [ongoing story] [Msub]
Before you read this, consider reading;
[The Witch’s Apprentice – Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/bpqrk6/the_witchs_apprentice_part_1_magic_ffm_femdom/)
[The Witch’s Apprentice – Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/bprqmh/the_witchs_apprentice_part_2_femdom_fantasy_magic/)
[The Witch’s Apprentice – Part 3](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/bq1086/the_witchs_apprentice_part_3_magic_mf_femdom/)
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**The Witch’s Apprentice – Part 4**
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Days passed. Markov and her apprentice fell back into their regular routine but with a new familiarity that hadn’t been there before. Markov no longer avoided him. In fact, she was closer to him than she had ever been. It was not unusual now for her to touch him casually; a hand on his back as she squeezed past him between the library shelves, or a brush on his wrist when he handed her some component or other. She did, however, refrain from making another overt advance on him, coming to the conscious decision that if he did want her, he would come to her on his own.
[F]ollowing my primal instincts with my bf’s roommate [M]
Ok, first just for some background info, I’ve been with my boyfriend for more than 3 years now and we actually have a very stable and developing relationship that we both feel completely secure in. I don’t even believe in soulmates, but feel like he is my soulmate if that concept existed. I love him more than anything in this world and would never do anything to hurt him (PLEASE keep this in mind). I repeat, I would NEVER do anything to hurt him. So with that said, I also have to mention that part of our development and growth in our relationship has been working on ourselves. Ever since we both went to a meditation retreat last year, we made an agreement to never give up on our self development, and in turn this would lead to not give up on our relationship. It basically relates to the old as time concept of “If you can’t love yourself, how the hell are you going to love anyone else?”. And speaking of love, our idea of love has been transforming ever since that retreat and our daily practice of meditation.
NEW POST Office Politics/Blackmail – Chapter 38 – Almost there!
Chap 37 – [https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/becj4g/new_post_office_politicsblackmail_chapter_37/](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/becj4g/new_post_office_politicsblackmail_chapter_37/)
Jono took from his pocket a small ‘bullet’ type mini-vibrator. He told his property “You seemed to like getting filmed today. Lift your skirt, and..” He checked traffic and took a left turn onto the city’s bypass, then continued. “Sorry change of direction. I want you use your phone to film yourself using this vibrator. But…do not use it on the clit, and do not fully insert it, *yet*.” He slowed, and made another turn onto the old highway that lead from town. Gripping her knee hard he added, “And woman, whatever do, you damn well better not cum, understood?”
Sherry was beside herself. Here she was, totally without shame. Her skirt lifted, feet flat on the dash, and using a vibrator to play with herself…*and not allowed to cum.* The cruelty of that was unreal! She had felt her Master’s cock pump her multiple times today. She had carried little metal balls in her pussy today, during a business meeting, yet. And now, in the presence of her Master once again, in the underwear, clothes, and car HE provided…and *not allowed to cum*?
NEW POST Office Politics/Blackmail – Chapter 36
Chap.35:
[https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/bdxdv3/new_post_office_politicsblackmail_chapter_35/](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/bdxdv3/new_post_office_politicsblackmail_chapter_35/)
Sherry did as instructed. It was erotic to be sure, but the clamps looked a bit large. She would have normally enjoyed the way that He caught her areola between his thumb and pointing fingers, but as He gingerly placed the clamp on her nipple, she grunted. It was painful. Not intense, but certainly there, and when He attached the second one, she realized how self-concious she felt.
“Now this is the price you may have to pay, lover. “Jono said with his wicked smile. “These are called Clover Clamps.” Between them was a chain, and Jono made sure it was hanging in front. “Note when I tug them..” and reaching over, he gave the clamps a tug, “they get tighter” he said as he held the chain out from his property, wathcing her wince.
“Oww…hey Sir!” Sherry squealed, “This is *really* uncomfortable!”
“Kind of like how I was uncomfortable?” jono asked. Jono then turned his attention to the car. Looking straight ahead he said “MY property is not touch those clamps until I remove them, and she is to remain chest out, so anyone that looks in the front will see her.” At the next light, Jono pulled the chain out straight. At the green light, he then let go and started driving the car again.
NEW POST Office Politics/Blackmail – Chapter 29
Chap.28 – [https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/bbyuaz/new_post_office_politicsblackmail_chapter_28/](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/bbyuaz/new_post_office_politicsblackmail_chapter_28/)
When she returned, she was in the little black Chemise. It had sexy little criss-crossing straps at the top, and it stopped just over Sherry’s incredible ass.
Sherry was full of anticipation as she came back wearing the sexy lingerie. She liked that He had her meditate, and then felt how wonderful it was to have Him hold her, and match breathing. It was so wonderful, because she craved the familiar.
“First things first,” Jono told her, holding up the gag. Again, Sherry lay over her Man and allowed herself to be fully open to Him, enjoying as his fingers probed her holes. She even tried to be open to Him rubbing her butt hole, but she most especially enjoyed Him playing with her nipples. Soon, she had that panting going, wondering what was next.
Jono enjoyed playing with what was His. Her nipples were always so pert and perky, her body AND mind so willing. The business report over, Jono stood her up, not removing the gag. He then walked her to the main bed, and pointed to the drawer, watching as she got out the cuffs and began donning them. Stepping behind her, he tugged the cuffs and whispered in her ear, “is my property ready?” and she nodded. “Good…” Jono replied, and fitted her with a blindfold.
NEW POST Office Politics/Blackmail – Chapter 23
Chap.22 – [https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/baulfj/new_post_office_politicsblackmail_chapter_22/](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/baulfj/new_post_office_politicsblackmail_chapter_22/)
“OK Little one…you make me happy with this.” Jono said. The way his dick started poking her thigh, despite just having had sex, confirmed it. “So we will start, & are going to go over some basic procedural items that you will follow,” Jono told her. “They may seem odd, but this will aid you in keeping yourself grounded, mentally. First is one you have been doing, referring to me as Sir. You will do that here always” Leading her to the den area, Jono showed her to a small closet. Opening it, he said “Now Little One, each time you come here, you will first walk to this closet” Jono opened the door, on which there was a small erasable whiteboard. On the board was written ‘pink PJ shorts’ “I will have written on here what you are to wear for me. You are to change into this, then, you will also get this large pillow.” He said, and, pointing to it, let Sherry pick it up. “you are to place the pillow beside the couch. This is the only place you are allowed to sit, until I get home.”
[MF] What happens on the dropship stays on the dropship [Apex legends][Lifeline][Gibraltar]
It was dawn as the dropship broke orbit, leaving a trail of white condensation across the perfect blue sky. The legends sat in in the passenger area; it was too soon to go down to the jump bay. Some of them worked out, others meditated. Mirage made his thousandth fart Joke at Caustic who, for the thousandth time told him to go fuck himself.
‘Can you believe that guy,’ said Gibraltar to Lifeline. ‘Such an asshole.’
Lifeline was leant forwards making some tweaks to her heal drone. She glanced at Mirage who was now trying to convince Caustic to buy a baseball card he said was worth ten grand.
‘That guy likes the sound of his own voice so much,’ she said ‘I wouldn’t be surprised if he talked dirty to himself when he jerks off.’
Gibraltar slapped his leg – hard enough to shake the bench they were on – and laughed in his deep voice. ‘That’s an image I want to forget.’ He shook his head. ‘Ugh.’ He glanced down at lifeline. Where her tee rose up it revealed her lower back, and two perfect dimples.
Summoned for milking [mf brisbane]
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 Chapel Hill 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.
I’m so proud when I make a man cum. Let me explain… [MF]
[Link](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildaudio/comments/arx298/f4m_im_so_proud_when_i_make_a_man_cum_let_me/?) to an audio I recorded of this.
[Link](https://imgur.com/GV7Tqql) to my trophy fuck outfit.
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Whenever I’m with a man, I get this sense of pride whenever he cums. I’m not quite sure how to explain it. During the moments leading up to his release, his actual cumming, and immediately afterwards, all of these different emotions overwhelm me. This euphoria of achievement, validation, dignity, self-worth all consume me. This sense of accomplishment is something I seek, yearn for, even fantasize about. Every waking moment, every ounce of energy, is devoted towards achieving this goal.
For me, it is a such an honor to help bring a man to cum. It is because of me, that he was able to experience such an incredible orgasm. It is because of my body, that he was able to satisfy his primal urge to fuck. It is because of my thoughts/actions that he is in this nirvana of happiness. In a way, I feel so humble, so fortunate, so proud that he allowed me to give this gift to him. That he has chosen me to fuck. I dare not squander the opportunity to make another man happy.