Requested by a Redditor: Sasha’s Submission [FMMMMMMM][Probably some more Ms][BDSM][Gangbang][reluc][mdom][huml][oral][anal]

Finally got my ass in gear and got to work writing this. A request for a redditor, here's hoping they enjoy it. It's been a fucky month, but I'm back in the game. I would love any and all feedback from you lovely people! The full story can be found here. Thanks for reading!


Sasha blinked at the bathroom mirror. The harsh lights gave her smooth, olive skin a harsher, waxier complexion. The woman in the mirror vaguely resembled a ghost dumped in paint–But I l don’t look like that in decent light, Sasha reminded herself. She sighed and checked her phone for the thousandth time, immediately shoving it back into her pocket when it came up blank. As it hit the bottom of her pocket, it finally buzzed. Sasha yanked the phone back out of her pocket and pumped her fist as Jake’s name lit up the screen. Her face burned as she read (and reread) his message.

“I’m finally home. It’s been too damn long. I have a surprise waiting for you tonight. ;)” Sasha shivered, the shaking spreading from the core of her back to the tips of her fingers. The screen reflected her dark brown as eyes as she replied, thumbs flying over the keyboard.

Curiosity Screwed the Girl [MF, Public, reluc, exh, Mdom]

You shouldn't have done it. You knew it was silly, trying to squeeze into the old kiddie playhouse, especially through the window. It's been years since you were in there! Of course it'd be small! "The boxy house wasn't designed for your curvy figure, don't do it!", your conscious yelled. But curiosity got the better of you, and now you realize you should of listened to the voice in your head.

Katrina in Thailand (FMm exh reluc)

Much of this is fact, some is fiction, I will let you decide. The pics are posted, fact. If you enjoy this story please comment and I will consider writing the sequels detailing my compliant wife's exhibitionism. Enjoy.

On holiday in Thailand, we were out late, drinking. Katrina wore heeled sandals and a short, blue denim, front-buttoned dress. She looked great.

Katrina likes a drink and can get wild if the mood takes her. This particular evening, the mood most definitely took her.

We were talking. A group of three guys started being very suggestive towards Katrina. “Show us yours tits" was the typical crude request.

After a while I heard her say, quite matter of factly, “If you want to see my tits, go to the beach tomorrow. I'll be half naked there."

She seemed a little annoyed at the event, and more so when I suggested she should show her tits. We were both getting progressively drunk. I ordinarily would not make such a suggestion.

The three guys eventually got bored and left. Soon afterward, five other guys came into the bar. Four were in their forties or fifties and one was younger. We all got to talking and it was all very friendly as the talk progressed from risqué to just plain rude.

The First Time I Met My Future Wife [ffm, fiction, str8, bi, some reluc, oral, voy, mast]


This is what went through my mind the first time I met my wife. It's entirely fictional, just my fantasy, except me walking in in my bath towel with my then girlfriend and her friend, my actual future wife. I've been some version of a fapstronaut for about a year and a half, but will sometimes, well fap, thinking about my wife. This is one of those fantasies I have, and thought why not write it down this time. For whatever reason, the whole thing is generic third person pronouns, he/she/her, etc. I dunno why. Also I made up a couple words. Not sure you needed to know that either. Anyway, hope you like it and without further, uh, ado(sc?)…

Edit: So tabulations don't work in Reddit.

Edit: Actually they do, it means turn the text into some kind of typewriter text. I really don't understand Reddit's CSS coding crap at all… wah.

Edit: I'm not convinced that's readable Reddit. wtf. Excuse me while I now inject extra spacing everywhere.

Edit: Let me get this straight Reddit. One actual space = no space. Two spaces = one actual space. Three spaces = two spaces. … I give up. I'm not editing this any more. For better or worse:

The new housekeeper, part 2. [Fdom][M][Fsub][huml][reluc]

The girl wakes up in a small room, with a monitor displaying the text "One cup steamed milk, two shots espresso. 6oz steak, sliced. 6oz of mushrooms, 6oz of bacon and two eggs. Prepare one toasted plan bagel with cream cheese. Wake up the master at 9:00."

It takes her a moment to remember why and where she is, and to puzzle out what, exactly, the cryptic message meant. Then it all comes back to her. Ugh. I guess in this economy, any job is a good job. She tries to put on her best customer-service smile and looks about for some clothing. Oh yeah, it all got ruined. she opens the door a crack and looks around. Hanging on the other side of the door is a well-made, but rather skimpy french maid uniform. This clearly did not come from a Halloween discount shop. Sighing, she puts on the humiliating garb. She looks at herself in the mirror that is hung on the door, and feels a little tingle, in spite of herself.

Slut gets an unexpected initiation. [Mdom/fsub][bdsm]

"How do you like Amber's tongue in your pussy, slut?" I ask her as I roughly pinch her nipples- watching her face contort with every flick of her swollen buds.

"Mmhmmphmphugh," she moans in reply. Saliva and cum dripping from the sides of her mouth as she tries to voice her pleasure.

Of course, she couldn't verbally answer me, as I'd ring gagged her so I could shove my cock down her throat whenever I pleased, and blindfolded her for good measure. Not that it would matter anyway. My questions were all rhetorical- and whether she liked it or not, I would do whatever I wanted to her. This time though, she definitely liked it. I was slightly surprised at how turned on she was for her first time with another woman, but then again sluts love all sex.

Mother Mary O’Malley of Saint Fitzgerald’s Sisters of Boundless Mercy Sanatorium for Proper Mental Hygiene [Ff, Fdom, reluc, sm]

Subtitle: Eve Goodheart’s, Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad, Most Extremely Difficult First Day

Copyright under pen name Anais Rim. Critical feedback thankfully appreciated. Approx 7500 words.

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Once, not long ago, poor Eve Goodheart had been a sad little orphan girl. Raised in an institution much too overwhelmed by a mass of needy children to recognize her special qualities, she had been surrounded by mean spirited and depraved ragamuffins. These harsh rascals pushed and shoved and wrestled her violently about for but mere crusts of bread. The girl regularly went to bed hungry.

But Eve had one spectacular advantage. Something everyone there envied, even the adults. For Eve had been a very pretty little girl who grew up to be a remarkably beautiful young woman. And though demure and humble, as the onset of puberty brought transformation, she became well aware of the effect that good appearance had on those around her.

Shutterbug: The picture book [m/f] [exh]

Krystin and I had been friends a long time. Longer than I can remember. I've always thought she was beautiful, but I've always thought she was a bit out of my league. Yeah, we hang out all the time, but I never though she could ever go for a guy like me.

We were hanging out at her house one night. Drinking, smoking. You know, what dumb kids do. And she tells me, she says, she wants to be a model and asks if she's pretty enough. I fiddle with the idea in my head. "Yeah, you're beautiful," I say, "but it's more about how well you are in front of the camera."

She gets up out of her chair and hands me her phone. The camera function is already on. "I'm going to strike a pose," she tells me, "take a picture, I want to see how it looks."

So she bends over the couch and once she says she's ready, I take the picture. I show her and tell her I think it looks amazing, and she agrees… partially. I ask her what kind of model she even wants to be. "Victoria's Secret or something like that," she says "women's fashion, you know?"

Voluptuous Indian Cousin Blackmail (Chapter 2) [MF][blkmail]

In actual fact, Arun had got several text messages and together they painted the picture of what Narinda had done. All that Arun needed was a bank statement (no doubt somewhere in her private files in her house) to have the missing piece of evidence he would need for a "good and proper blackmailing".

He needed to get access to Narindra's home again and have a good rummage around. That was the next step…

Luckily he got his chance that weekend when Narindra's older sister was over from America. It was Narindras older sister with the big tits, who had the distracting penchant for not wearing a bra under her nightshirt, VERY distracting seeing those "pokies" over breakfast let me tell you…. Anyway, this meant that his uncles house was full so Narindra kindly offered to let Aruns' family stay at her house.

Voluptuous Indian Cousin Blackmail (Chapter 1) [MF]

sorry, forgot additional tags, cannot edit title so posting here:

[anal] [blkmail] [huml] [mast] [oral] [reluc]


Arun had a cousin that he lusted after. She would be in his fantasies quite a bit. He would always imagine doing things in a rough way with her. Not quite raping her, but having her engage in unwilling sex with an element of blackmail in it. It really turned him on to think of grabbing a handful of her lovely thick hair with one hand and stuffing his think, throbbing shaft in her wet, unwilling mouth in the other.

"Uhhh, uh, ugrrghhh Narindra… fucking bitch… I'm gonna cum on your pretty face you dirty slut!" he would groan.

"Urhhhhghh you… fuckkkkkking… biiittttcccchhhhhh!!" he moaned as he unloaded fresh hot cum onto his hand while thinking about her.

Then one day – he got his chance and fantasy became reality!