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My Weekend in Philadelphia Pt II [MF] [Bondage] [Femdom]

I was under the impression a blindfold was simply deployed to steal my vision and keep me on edge, to anticipate what was coming next, or where Miss Janet was in regards to me, or what toys she had at her disposal. It did all of that, of course, but it absolutely heightened my senses elsewhere with my sight gone.

They bit hungrily, craving the thin flesh of my hard cock and bound balls. All told, Miss Janet informed me that she placed 18 total clothespins on my head, shaft and balls. Her praise kept me focused, not wanting to complain verbally or groan in anguish.

She flicked the clothespins with her forefinger and giggled when I would moan or try to wiggle my cock and balls away from her strikes. The second I settled into a pain on one specific pin, another would get flicked or pulled. I didn’t care to use either safeword, even with the current pain, I feared it might get worse. Still, as if Miss Janet could read my mind, when something really started to burn, she would place a vibrator of some sort on my adorned cock and make me forget all about the decorations. Read more »

She’s Not Who You Think She Is, Or Was, Or Will Be [Str8][MF][SciFi-ish][Mind/Reality Control]

Yet another story prompt I took from another subreddit. Enjoy.

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***Officer Holly Stone: Conduct Unbecoming***

She slammed her locker open, once again surrounded by pinups and poorly photographed porn of women in various uniforms, most of them cops, but more than a few exceptions of firefighters, flight attendants, and military personnel. She’d just come off of midnight shift, her third month of it, with no end in sight, yet another ‘perk’ of being the first and only woman on the North Bering Police Department. She wasn’t going to give the other guys the satisfaction of tearing them down. The morning janitorial staff would do that for her, but the point was driven home: She didn’t belong. She wasn’t one of them.

The sound of a shower turning on made her jump, especially since she was down to just her uniform pants and bra. No one else was supposed to be in there while she changed. The NBPD was building a smaller women’s locker room, but it wasn’t going to be done for months. Read more »

Finding erotic literature.

Can anybody help me… I have recently been reading people like, Georges Bataille – Story of the Eye and Pauline Reage – The Story of O, Ive been looking round and found other authors like Anais Nin and Jean de Berg. How whenever I do a search for erotica or erotic fiction I end up with a big list of E L James style mummy porn, can anybody recommend Authors, Books, Blogs, Websites, Groups where I can find similar books or information on this. Ive looked through good reads but all the groups seem to be newer authors. Any help is appreciated.

College: [F]ingered with Dad in the roo[M]

[Repost from my previous account. I’m going to put up a few of my previous posts to fill in my history–leading into new posts about other experiences I’ve had.

A lot of my posts are going to be about me and older women–I just find those sessions sexier or easier to describe for whatever reason. Being with someone unexpected, I guess. With girls my age I guess it’s more your typical meet through friends or catch each other’s eye on a night or. And I of course have relationships with girls my age. The below is about the my most serious girlfriend and a memorable time with her.]

To just start with a little background, I was a tall, gawky kid growing up, with glasses and an overbite. Then I wrestled throughout high school, got contacts, and dental work fixed my alignment to where I’m actually a pretty good looking guy (I’m told I look like the senior in Sixteen Candles), but I still have the perception of myself as a gawky kid with glasses and can still be somewhat shy until engaged and alternate between overconfidence and no confidence. Read more »

Giving My First Blowjob and Swallowing His Load… in The Backseat of His Car [MF]

Just a few months ago, my boyfriend and I decided to go on a stroll in a local park. It was a nice day, but our stroll was cut short as we both grew too horny for our own good. He squeezed my hand and chuckled, “Babe, I’ve got a boner right now. How about we sit down?”

I could feel myself growing wetter as we sat down on a park bench. He grabbed my knee and began to trail his fingers up and down my thigh. Just seeing the bulge outlined in his pants made me drip even more. I would’ve loved to pull his cock out right then and there, but circumstances did not allow. We happened to be next to the park playground, where several children and parents were around. So, we made our way back to his car.

We got into the car (thanks tinted windows!) and let our horniness take over. Our lips met, and our tongues intertwined in a hot makeout session. Meanwhile, our hands roamed all over each other’s bodies. As he squeezed my ass, I teasingly massaged his bulge. I could feel my pussy gushing out juice at his every touch.
We needed more of each other. He hungrily eyed my breasts before pushing aside my bra. My nipples immediately hardened under his touch, and I squirmed as he squeezed each one. Read more »

Awkward Dwarf [F] plowed by Giant [M]

Its one thing for me to get flirty-flirty with boys on apps while my vagina plays catch and release with all the fun ones, its another thing entirely when someone who’s known me for years tells me they want to fuck me. Suddenly I’m nervous, bashful, shy even? Fuck you, I’m Wonder Woman! Please don’t notice me blushing or avoiding eye contact, it will only embarrass me more. It becomes glaringly apparent I’ve been missing their cues and body language the entirety of knowing them. “How did you not know…” uh, I’m autistic? How about you use grown-up words and just out with it! I’m not great with subtlety. On apps it’s just assumed; if a man is contacting me, he wants in my bitch-wrinkle. So here I am, minding my own business on social media, and someone I’ve known for 7+ years says flirty things following some comment I made. Reasonable, rational me says “it’s funny because he’s not into you, don’t look too deeply into it,” but succubus me is screaming from the back row “message him your address and don’t let your dreams be dreams!” I did not pursue it. Even though I’m down 46 lbs, I just assumed since he’s known me so long and attraction has never been apparent… I’m not his type. He’s… uh… attractive. Gigantic, kinda scary looking, ink and scars. He’s my head of security if I ever get famous. Back up though, because how we met is great. Read more »

The Donor [MF]

I couldn’t help but notice that she was showing a lot of cleavage for a nurse. It took an extra second or two to sign my name at the bottom of the donation form as my gaze danced across the smooth skin of her breasts and the stress marks of her tight blouse between them.

Sara, her name engraved into a tag pinned to that stretched fabric, looked at me with her big, brown eyes and smiled. Her dyed-blonde hair fell over her shoulders and led my eye back down to her breasts. She leaned forward winked at me.

“Are you finished with the paperwork, Mr. Jameson?”

I felt my face flush as I looked back up at her. “Um, yes. I’m finished.”

Sara took the forms and disappeared into the file room for a moment before emerging again. Her walk was sensual, a full figure that swayed and bounced as she moved. She knew how sexy she was, and the way she looked at me and smiled yet again told me she knew that I noticed. Read more »

Emma Watson Was Late for the Golden Globes [Str8][celeb][blkmail][voy][reluc]

I actually found this prompt via another subreddit, but took a little too long to get around to writing it. Enjoy.

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*Prelude*

“Bloody hell!” Emma Watson hisses as she walks into the gas station convenience store. She was late for the Golden Globes, currently in the process of missing the red carpet, and if her driver didn’t route them properly, she might also miss the award she up for, not that she had any hope of winning, but that, at least, she was resigned to. And now she had to sue the loo, desperately so, which was how her driver somehow got turned around, off the highway, and into area that could barely be called a neighborhood. The place was basically deserted, but the lights were on.

She glanced down at her white dress, short for an awards gown, but still presentable. Thw white of the dressed gleamed in the flourescents as she clicked in her heels over the pavement toward the entrance. Her breasts bounced with each step, free under the front of the dress, tied with a big bow at her collar. The dress was more or less backless but for a narrow stip of fabric that prevented her ass from falling out. She couldn’t have worn a bra if she wanted to, and the designer was adamant that nipple tape would show through the fabric. Instead, as she walked into the shop, her nipples hardened in the blasting AC, and in the brighter light, you could almost see her nipples. “The paparazzi are going to love that.” She thought, grimly. Read more »