Tag: Meditation

Sexual servant to your Queen [M/F, Denial, servitude, chastity, femdom] (Part 1?)

My court is full of finely dressed nobles and royalty from across my realm and neighboring empires. We don elaborate outfits of silk, leather, linen, and fur, clothing that is the envy of the realm. Then there is you, fully naked and on display for all to see…

It is deemed a fantastic honour to be in service to the Queen, and her sex servants are the most highly regarded of all. Those servants are granted many privileges, they are free to roam the grounds, have meals prepared by the royal kitchen, use the library, attend theater and and festivals, and even has access to the royal baths and spas.

You are an orphan who had been trained and tested since you were a young boy. I’ve never personally attended the training, but I’m told it can be quite intense. There is a strong focus on mindfulness and meditation to endure the pain and intense stimulation, ultimately designed to guide the boys into men who can suppress and control their own needs as a testament of the Queen’s power and control. Read more »

Lost [MF][Gentle Dom] [submissive][romantic]

It happens so quickly.

One moment I’m kissing him, my fingers tangled in that gorgeous hair of his and the sound of his tiny sighs and light moans dizzying my senses.

In the next, I’m bent over my bed with my legs spread, ready to be his toy.
The motion is so fluid that it almost looks rehearsed; pulling away from me and smiling, the hand stroking my hair suddenly tightens, and with his other hand on my low back, I find myself bent over the bed; after my hands are crossed at my low back, he reaches down, inserts his hands between my thighs, and with a gentle shove, opens my legs for him.

I feel positively giddy as I wait to see what he will do with me.

Things have been stressful lately; he is doing more than fucking my brains out—the opportunity to fully absolve myself of responsibility is a gift, and one I intend to show proper gratitude for.

A gasp emerges in a swift gust as I feel his fingers on my clit, then slowly, torturously slowly, moves to my entrance. Despite my efforts, a longing moan escapes my lips; never able to pass up an opportunity to tease me, he moves away, despite my whine of protest. Read more »

Lovin’ in the Apocalypse Ch. 12 [Apocalypse, survival, romance, NON CON, manipulation]

Last time on, Lovin’ in the Apocalypse!

Rachel does not seem to be able to control herself! While Tom does the thing with Kelsey, she seduces Cameron and spends most the night making out with him. With the web growing more complicated by the day, Rachel continues to spin.

Who else might fall into the trap? Find out now!

Chapter 12: The Calm Before

Rachel woke in a state of confusion. Her pussy ached, she felt sticky and her mind was telling her that Cameron was the one who left her like this. But as she looked over, she saw Tom’s sleeping face. The real details of the night slid into focus and Rachel remembered everything as it actually happened. It had not been Cameron that fucked her raw but she did tried to fantasize that it was him. She was not successful at convincing herself with the fantasy. Tom was rough and used her like a toy. Last night, she was tied up, gagged with panties and being fucked like a slut. That did not seem like it would be Cameron’s style. Rachel imagined he would be slow and tender, for a while at least. Read more »

Apartment 303 – Chapter 6: Secrets, More Secrets [MF]

*Author’s Note: Man, Tracy is quite the tease. Will Kelly see what’s under her lace lingerie? Visit* r/KellyBoomErotica *for previous chapters, other stories, and erotic material. Enjoy, and as always DMmeYOURpussies.*

**- Chapter 6: Secrets, More Secrets -**

Tracy was browsing the different jars of pasta sauce while mumbling something to herself. I was standing next to her in the grocery store aisle holding our basket that was halfway filled with items. I guy rounded the corner into our aisle pushing a shopping cart, the wheels squeaking loudly which pulled my attention away from trying to process what the hell just happened in Victoria’s Secret. Tracy didn’t bring it up at all after purchasing the lingerie, or while we walked over to Trader Joe’s. She had chit-chatted about random stuff. I wasn’t really paying attention, too confused to engage properly. What is happening to my life. Now all three roommates have shown me their bodies. *Was Tracy fucking with me? Is she trying to spark something physical like the other two did? Or is she really just that casual and only wanted my opinion? Fuck!* As the guy came close I saw his eyes lock onto Tracy’s ass as she bent over looking at the bottom row of sauces. His eyes darted to the Victoria’s Secret bag in my hand, then darted up to meet my gaze. He gave me a smirk and slowly nodded his head in approval as he passed by. I opened my mouth to say something, inform the random guy he had the wrong impression, but then I thought, *Oh who gives a fuck what that guy thinks.* Read more »

Alexander Thorsson: Telling the Story. No. 6 “Long Form”

The Testament of Tracy

My name is Tracy Swift. I am the girl in Zebulon, North Carolina, the happy girl Alexander pumped in the ass on his first visit to North Carolina. At the time, Billy Nordquist was looking to join the Sacred Followers Lodge in Zebulon. Tina and Susie were both initiated Followers before Billy and I came into the Lodge. Susie told me she sucked Billy for a long, long time that first time Billy joined the Rituals. That sucking was going on while Alexander was inside me. I could not help myself. I had fallen in love with Alexander within one week, and I needed to have him in my booty. Pumping me from behind, as I lay across the High Altar. Other forms of sex were not good enough for me, with this beautiful, tender, elderly gentlemen, and his wacky sex cult! Read more »

Alexander Thorsson: Telling the Story. No. 5. “Jack It For Me.”

[from the novel: An Elderly Gentleman and Four Lovers](https://sproutvideo.com/videos/119dddb71816eec898)

Jack it for me. Take of those pants and get comfortable. I am Olivia Taware. An Ethiopian girl, raised in France, and living in British Columbia, in the woods, in Canada. In the Meditation Centers of Saint Alexander, I teach oral sex. I teach fifty ways to suck, lick, kiss and caress miraculous erect cocks.

You. You, wherever you are, watching this video. If you are a boy. Take out your smooth, soft cock. And jack it for me. You are my novice. My initiate. My student. I will teach you a thing or two. I wish to see your soft flesh grow full. Full and hard. Ready to take into my mouth.
Squeeze your cock. Stroke your cock. Slap that little fellow around. As you watch Saint Alexander pump me from behind. He loves to hold my soft fanny, and slap against me. He loves to bury his aching cock inside my tight, warm, eager vagina. Read more »

Guided Meditation [mc] [inc] [FF]

Samantha pulled into the parking lot of her college dormitory, putting the car into park when her phone rang. She looked at the screen, nestled in its pink case, and saw that it was her dad calling. She sighed and accepted the call.

“Hey, Daddy!” she said. “What’s up?”

“I saw your grades,” her father’s voice intoned with his low, rumbling voice. “Yours and your sister’s. I’m disappointed in you two.”

Samantha rolled her eyes, her thin wrists resting on the steering wheel. “We made ‘B’s’, Daddy. It’s not a big deal.”

“Big deal,” he grunted. “What was it I told you girls when I paid for your exorbitant tuition?”

“That we’d better get either good grades or good husbands…”

“That’s right,” he said. “So I’m left curious as to what the situation with your suitors is.”

Samantha popped open the door of her compact car. “And nothing more romantic than talking about ‘suitors’ with my dad.”

Her father snorted. “Romance has nothing to do with it. I sent you to a school rife with prospective lawyers, doctors, and politicians. I had best not hear either of you playing at being the fraternity tramp!” Read more »

A Resolution of Bicuriosity (m4m)(savoring)(oral)

: What do you fantasize about? What draws you…here?

:: It’s hard to describe precisely. Probably a man’s arousal itself. How it fills a cock and makes it pulse, move, flex. The shape of a cock is beautiful. And every tiny reaction is mirrored in me. I know what it feels like. What he is experiencing. The shivers. The sighs. The amazing, amazing pleasures.

: Fuck. Your voice is hypnotic. All of those things are happening in me as you describe them….

:: Yes, I can see the beginnings of it in your face. The relaxing and the parting of your lips. Your slower breathing. Color coming into your face. It makes me imagine what it’s like to make you moan. How it will sound. The beautiful pleasure/pain of stretching, building, throbbing.

: Oh fuck….

:: I love how you just closed your eyes to savor the feeling you just had in your cock. That is perfect. Like a meditation. I want to make seconds expand into minutes into hours. I want slow licks to be like an entire lifetime with sensations born, evolving, peaking, then easing. I imagine the carnal dance. Your cock beginning to snap at the first contact, arrowing straight to the ceiling as your neck bends back and the longest, lowest, most exquisite moans erupts from deep in your chest. Read more »

Reminiscing: My college days hooking up with men twice my age [FM]

“I never thought I’d get so lucky to date a cutie like you.”

During our brief date, he licked his lips and looked into my eyes repeatedly — I liked the feeling of being so crassly desired. He was in his late 40s, possibly 50s, while I was a college senior. I thought I knew what he meant but, in retrospective, I didn’t. It’s just I was too horny to decide any better. My early adulthood was marked by hormonal episodes that made me crave sex permanently, and porn had ingrained in me the desire to be a slut. If I was going to put time into getting laid, I wanted to skip past the generic encounters.

The judgmental looks I got at the bar that day were part of the turn on: the women around me knew I would be giving my body to a man I had no legitimate business in dating.

I met him through one of my many postings on Craigslist.

As a moderately hot college student then, I have to say I had a surprisingly hard time finding sexual opportunities. Maybe I was too awkward, maybe I was too shy in person. He wasn’t particularly enticing; he just kept me engaged and followed through with meeting. Read more »

A Series of Unfortunate Events – Part 1 – Messing Around With The Receptionist Cost Me My 6-Figure Job [MF]

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What does losing my job and living below a rotting corpse have in common? Me. I’ll tell you about each separately.

So a few years ago, when I was 30, there were a series of unfortunate events in my life. They were double edged of course, good mixed in with the bad, but I would have preferred it without the bad, if you know what I mean.

Event #1 – Losing My Job

I was a fourth year associate attorney at one of the largest law firms in America. I was making really fantastic money at the cost of having no social life. We’re talking 80 hour work weeks here, people.

I hadn’t been in a serious relationship for about 3 years at this point, and hadn’t been on a date in 8 months. Then our receptionist quit. Read more »