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Stalker Part Two (CNC/RP)

Marie POV:

A swish sound escaped the knife as it swung open, I flinch. He places the blade at the top of my wrists where the tape starts and drags down, freeing my arms from each other. I let them fall to my sides, my muscles tired from being stuck in the same position for so long. “Get up” he snarled at me. I had to regain my composure, I was so confused. Nothing he had said was making sense. I didn’t even know him. He was just a guy I’ve seen around town a few times, he’s married even. What could he possibly know about me? Nothing, there is no way. He’s bluffing. I get up and glare at him, “fuck you, get out of my house.”

He barely responds, his face remaining stoic. He pulls out his phone and starts to tap around on the screen. He then turns the screen to me and shows naked photos I have taken and kept on my own phone. My stomach turns and I imagine the look on my face is as stupid as I feel. I turn and walk to the drawer to get the key and see a different key in there as well. I grab that instead and give it to him, knowing that at least that way he’s unable to get back in. He walks over to the door and opens it, then turns the lock so the door is in the locked position but he can still stick the key in and places the key in the hole. Read more »

[F] Tricked Into Hot Webcam Sex

A few months ago, I was in the worst position of my life. The bills were stacking up, my job wasn’t paying enough even working full time, and I absolutely hated the idea of working for someone else for the rest of my life. I saw a lot of videos scrolling through TikTok that talked about selling feet pics, panties, nudes, etc and it seemed like an easy opportunity. I got to work on my instagram uploading pictures and it wasn’t long before I had guys in my DM’s.

Some guy named Jimmy (I doubt that was his real name anyway) started messaging me asking if I’d ever thought about doing porn/self pleasure or adult modeling. When I finally had the courage to respond back, I was really only open to doing the modeling and maybe self pleasure. After some questioning and “proof” being shown, Jimmy told me he would need to do a pre-interview over webcam. He said he had to make sure I was comfortable taking my clothes off for someone else and that I could be sexy when under pressure. Seemed legit enough to me so, I agreed and told him I would message him when I got home. Read more »

Anal Training & Prostate Milking

My name is Riley, and I am an anal addicted slut.

Anal Training & Prostate Milking

Why anal training?

“Anal training serves several purposes which are not only essential for your success, his emotional well-being but his health as well. Anal Training can also be referred to as prostate milking although in our case will be called anal training because is more than just prostate milking. Anal training is a necessity if your male is locked up for a week or more otherwise his prostate can get clogged up and his chances of getting prostate cancer increase. Milking not only causes a release of semen clearing out the prostrate but, will provide him with none of the satisfaction of a regular male orgasm. A male is usually even more frustrated after a milking than before because he has been stimulated similar to an orgasm but not allowed to have it. However, over time he will relax and the feeling of frustration will disappear. Milking also helps to prevent nocturnal or spontaneous orgasms which can happen if he is locked up long enough without being milked or allowed to cum. You can look at prostate milking through anal penetration or prostate stimulation as a necessary procedure. When you penetrate your hubby, you must not release him from his device or he may be tempted to stimulate his penis and all of your hard work up to that time will be ruined. Read more »

I’m sorry mommy pt 2

As Lorin stood to leave her son Sean’s room, she became all too aware of the dampness in her panties. ‘How??? Why am I so turned on? I just watched my son cum all over me. My own son. I should not be aroused by this… but my god it’s been forever since I’ve seen a cock. Let alone watch one shoot a hot load or feel it on my skin.’

Lorin looked down at her shirt. Drops of her baby boy’s cream soaking into the material. Feeling that all too familiar tingle of arousal growing into a burning need to masturbate, she quickly walked to her room and locked the door. Stripping off her clothes she didn’t wait to lay on the bed and let a hand start rubbing her clit in small circles while the other began toying with one of her nipples. In her mind all she could think about was her son Sean’s hard cock and his look of blissful confusion as he turned to look at her. His body so much more mature than she had previously paid attention to. The way he called her mommy… Read more »

Things get heated when my [F] husband [M] figures out what “I’m feeling cute” means

Hello everyone. Back again in what feels like forever. I have fought with guilt over not posting more regularly. I feel like every time I post I say “this time I will post more”, and it is months before I post again. It really seems to hit me in moods. I am tired of blaming myself for that. I will post when I post, and I hope everyone will bear with me in this! I hope the posts are worth the wait!
So today’s post is not a highly descriptive story of a particular event. I am trying writing something smaller and faster to get it out before I get distracted and don’t finish. This is a compilation of a new and deeply satisfying game I have begun playing with/on my husband (much to his approval).
For context: due to some extreme violations of trust in a past relationship, I have a literal phobia of nudes (don’t want to discuss but suffice to say a church youth group was involved). No matter how sexy and riled up I feel, how in love with my smoking hot body I get, just the idea of a naked picture of me kills my mood. Hard. My husband is more than I ever deserve. He has been cool about this since date one. But I always have felt bad about missing out on that lovely tool of foreplay. The anticipation, the naughty heat of “knowing but not able to yet act” that comes with dirty pics and texts.
All this changed one day last month. Setting the scene:
It had been a rough week for my husband. I wanted to give him one of my “evenings of relaxation” that rarely fails to help him de-stress. A massive load of stress relief if you will. I always do my best work if I am also horny and craving him. So while I was waiting for him to get home, I got one of my vibrators and some sexy undies to get myself going. But laying on my bed, vibrator lazily teasing my labia, I just could not get the hamper of dirty clothes out of my mind.
So I switched to my wearable vibrator (the one with the remote). I pulled on some sweat pants and one of hubby’s shirts and took the hamper to the washer, enjoying a few cycles in between of some of my favorite settings. As I finished and was coming back to the room, I stopped infront of a mirror.
There I was, seemingly innocent besides some extra color in my cheeks. A light sweat on my forehead. My hair slightly a mess from laying on the bed. For a moment I forgot about the growing fire in my loins. I looked cute. The perverted voice of my personality whispered: “so innocent, if only they knew what you were actually doing”.
It clicked. I pulled out my phone and hesitantly took a selfie, bumping the vibe up to my favorite setting just before the shot because I am a cruel mistress even to myself.
I scoured the photo for any sign of indecency. Nothing. Perfectly innocent. With my heart racing, ragged breathing as the vibe raced and my body craved him, I sent the photo to my husband, with “I’m feeling cute”.
Back on the bed, clothes disheveled and edging myself mercilessly, I got the reply. “So cute, can’t wait to snuggle my cute wifey”
Something about how close he was to knowing, but so far. How he didn’t know just what he meant, it was accelerating my already out of control libido.
When he got home it took every. Ounce. Of. My. Will. To. Stay. Clothed.
As he got changed, I couldn’t help myself. “Did you like the photo?” I asked.
“Yeah, your hair looks great today.” He replied. God I wanted him to grab my hair in that moment.
“I was wearing this when I took it.” I gestured to the clothes I was still begrudgingly wearing.
“Yup.” He replied with a touch of confused awkwardness. Ever since the groceries incident, he has been more aware of when he is missing something important. “Lazy-chique, I like. Is it a new line from prada?”
I had no time for his adorably lame jokes. I moved in for the kill. Now hugging him from behind.
“I don’t think you fully get this. I mean, I was wearing all of this. This shirt, these pants. This… ” I clicked the remote in his ear, and softly ground myself against his ass so he could feel the now grumbling vibe still buried in my hot and aching womanhood.
“….ah” he replied. I shit you not, I could feel his ears redden. I couldn’t hold back anymore. That evening I ravished that man. Taking him a bit too quickly so that I could greedily get my needs fully and throughly satisfied.
And that was where the games began. He caught on quickly enough. I taught my poor man to associate key phrases I never typically use to hidden acts of ever escalating pervertity.
“feeling cute” became code for “I have a vibrator driving me crazy with desire”. This one he even played into, sneaking in replies such as “glad you are feeling up to things” or “happy you aren’t as down as earlier” to give suggestions on vibrator settings.
“Feel free to ignore this” became code for “I am not wearing underwear under this dress
“Thinking of you” was code for “I have been reading/watching porn and am craving your hard cock filling me up”
And my most daring I almost didn’t send, “a bit tied up at the moment but wanted to share”. Readers of previous stories can figure out what this one meant.
I was worried that after he knew the game it would loose its fun for me. I was SO wrong. It has become this fun way of creative flirting. All the delicious evil delay of gratification I was craving from nudes.
And then it happened. My husband sent a text on my way back from the pharmacy yesterday. I opened it pulling out of my parking space. It was a picture. A smiling picture but a full one. He normally only takes selfies of his head/face. The caption was “don’t forget to plug in your phone on the way home”.
Confusion came first, I began driving as I disregarded it. Then, wonder. Doubt, cautious wonder. Surely he didn’t mean? That would be so unlike him… but what if? I spent the next 10 minutes in a delicious agony of growing horny thoughts. As I pulled into our driveway my phone connected with the wifi, and another picture came in from him. I grabbed my bag and saw a picture from our honeymoon. It was of a glass of water with a “do you?” Sticker on it. The caption was ” came up on my feed. remember this? I do.”
You guys I sprinted into that house. To find a ready and willing submissive husband who handed me a remote control. I teased that man for HOURS. And we had some of the most intense sex in months.
All this to say: non nude nudes can be extreamly effective with a touch of creativity.
I am sorry this is less detailed than my past stuff. I hope doing less means I will write more often. I wish everyone good vibes, good feelings, and mind blowing orgasms. You deserve them all!

[MF] Ryan and His Stepsister Part 4

A few hours after Maddy had spat in Ryan’s mouth, he was still thinking about it. His cock was raging in his pants and he desperately wanted to jerk off. It was becoming impossible not to touch himself. His hand would glide over his bulge and he would massage it very slowly because he did not want to nut in his underwear.

The taste of Maddy’s spit drove him wild with desire. He had never been spat on before. He had seen many porn videos where women had been spat on but had never really gotten turned on by it. It was never his kink.

But, now, he was wanting Maddy to do it again. He wanted to taste her saliva on his tongue and wanted to feel it on his lips. Would she do it again?

He went to bed with a raging boner that would not go away. When he woke up the next morning, his cock was still hard and his balls were beginning to ache. The pain was short and sharp and he grimaced as he walked towards the bathroom. There was dry precum all over his underwear and he gently touched his aching balls. Read more »

Chick Flick & Chill [MF] [masturbation] [mutual masturbation] [anal play] [couch sex]

“What are you doing for the rest of the evening” you inquire playfully in a distinct southern accent.

“Nothing too exciting. I’ll probably just go to my room and watch television since we’re snowed in here,” I reply with a chuckle.

The snow has been steadily falling all day, effectively making us prisoners of the Marriott. We’ve been sitting in a stuffy conference room all day listening to the CEO of our company and other corporate types with alphabet soups for titles drone on about mission statements, corporate earnings, and other items of varied amounts of interest. It would have been nice to get out and see the town for a bit and grab a bite to eat, but Mother Nature decided to be a frosty Bitch and snow us in.

“Why not join me in my room later to watch a chick flick and we can order a pizza from room service,” you suggest, sensing my lack of enthusiasm for being confined to my room all evening. I take a moment to ponder your invitation of what will probably be an evening of ‘When Harry Met Sally’ and/or ‘Pretty Woman’ versus being alone and watching reruns of Andy Griffith and reply, “I’d love to! No use both of us being bored and alone all evening watching the snow fall.” Read more »

Chick Flick & Chill [MF] [masturbation] [mutual masturbation] [anal play] [couch sex]

“What are you doing for the rest of the evening” you inquire playfully in a distinct southern accent.

“Nothing too exciting. I’ll probably just go to my room and watch television since we’re snowed in here,” I reply with a chuckle.

The snow has been steadily falling all day, effectively making us prisoners of the Marriott. We’ve been sitting in a stuffy conference room all day listening to the CEO of our company and other corporate types with alphabet soups for titles drone on about mission statements, corporate earnings, and other items of varied amounts of interest. It would have been nice to get out and see the town for a bit and grab a bite to eat, but Mother Nature decided to be a frosty Bitch and snow us in.

“Why not join me in my room later to watch a chick flick and we can order a pizza from room service,” you suggest, sensing my lack of enthusiasm for being confined to my room all evening. I take a moment to ponder your invitation of what will probably be an evening of ‘When Harry Met Sally’ and/or ‘Pretty Woman’ versus being alone and watching reruns of Andy Griffith and reply, “I’d love to! No use both of us being bored and alone all evening watching the snow fall.” Read more »

Anal slut to dom women

On one specific day, I had been in contact with a woman online on a kink app. Her profile stated she was a Mistress, I always, watched porn and ljked the femdom kink. So…, I thought I’d give it a go. She then let me willingly submit and started training me…, giving me instructions. One of thee first things I had to do was write my loyalty on a piece of paper. Rule number two I also had to text her with a message each and every morning. Rule number three, I had to spell her name correctly or otherwise I would be punished. After while, I was hooked, waiting for any message to arive from her. As after a nice walk through the snow back at home. I jumped back in bed and grabbed my toys. On of the occasional she made me perform kegels whilst watching on Netflix. And on one time after been a bad boy she told me to put ice cubes inside my ass (spikey ones). I owned a few prostate toys by then. And really Mistress pushed me… to explore ass play even further with me and instructed me to fuck my ass like a girl. The submission and the kink left me panting, sticky, and in anticipation of Her next move. We sadly lost contact. My goal now is to reach 90 days of chastity. Meaning I do not touch my penis or enter my hole. I am trying to rewire my brain and activate existing but never used neural pathways from my G-Spot (Prostate) to my brain. Touching my penis will make this rewiring very difficult, as it will overpower the new, subtle sensations. I am now on day 54. Every girl I see in my neigbourhood, I see as a woman that I need to serve. It is my true purpose. To a female led relationship (FLR).