Adventures in Key West, Part 1 (Femdom) (bdsm) (sm) (M43/F44)

It wasn’t the first time he’d gone down this path, but this time felt different. It started as a way to play to his submissive tendencies online, but it had never gone this far.

It all started just a few weeks ago when he started logging back in to his Fetlife account. It had sat dormant for more than two years while he tried to tamp down all of his submissive desires during the Covid-19 Pandemic. Overnight, he went from seeing his Domme on a regular basis to that one-hour commute to the city being a journey that became impossible. Life truly got in the way for a long time, but recently, the path became remarkably clear.

In March, his divorce was finalized. It was better for both parties, and a long time coming, but all of the stress of the process had taken its toll on him. In his head, he was mentally ready to move on from the past 13 years. One month after the divorce, his luck seemed to be getting even better as the company he had joined only a year before was acquired by its top competitor triggering an automatic buyout of all of the shares he’d gotten when he signed on. It was made even better that due to the timing, none of that income could be part of his divorce settlement. For the first time in his life, he was left with absolutely no commitments to anyone, and enough of a financial cushion to just take a step back and relax.

I thought I was a huge brat but she humbled me [23M/22F] [fdom] [sm]

Some people have a certain look in their eye that spells all kinds of deviance. Alexis was one of those people. The first time our eyes locked, I knew it and she definitely knew it. She looked at me in a way that one could easily mistake for contempt; like she could’ve killed me there and then. She obviously didn’t want that… kinda. I’ll get to that.

I met her at a house party and we instantly hit it off. I won’t get into that because that story is as old as time itself, but I will say that she flirted differently to anyone else I’d ever met. She was far more degrading than I’d ever experienced. I never told her this – mind you, it’s safe to say she figured it out for herself – but I’m a switch, usually sub-leaning, but that night I was feeling more confident than usual, so I was definitely in a dominant mood. She was a perfect complement for that too: much shorter than me at about 5’2, and a thinly-veiled sluttiness bursted at the seams of her tight, wonderful curves. We’d both had a bit to drink, so that definitely helped. I gave her back just as hard as she gave to me, and we escalated until practically every single person at the party was just about sick of the sexual tension we reeked of. People looked at me with eyes that said: please just take her back and fuck her. That’s exactly what happened, except… not quite exactly.

A Father’s Struggle 52 – One Kiss (fiction, family, bond, m/f, con, torture, exhib, teasing, Spying)

Ever have that *AH HA* moment?

More specifically that *AH HA Gotcha* moment?

Well that was me as soon as I got into my office and logged into the video surveillance system. I navigated to the videos and there in multi colored goodness was my *evidence* as I nearly proclaimed *AH HA!!!! GOTCHA BITCHES!!!* as there staring me in the face was my *tags* in beautiful brightness.

There read:

Tag(s): 2a-2, 2a-3, 2b-0, 2b-1, 2b-2, 2b-3, 2b-4, 2c-1, 3b-0, 3b-1, 3b-2, 4

User(s): User 00, User 04, User 05

S.A.(s): SM-01-01; SM-02; SF-03; SF-04-00; SF-04-01; SF/M-07-00; SF/M-11-00; SF/M-12-00

Now *mind* you I hadn’t memorized all the *tags* nor specifically all the *S.A.s (Sexual Acts)* but there sure as hell wouldn’t be so many *tags* if something didn’t happen.

I looked at the *tags* and immediately thought *those lying little…* before I stopped myself and called my daughters any lewd names though the *thought* was there ready to finish itself.

I shook my head and thought *MAYBE* just *MAYBE* nothing actually happened but knew that something did happen.

And all I had to do was the watch the footage.

A Second Chance [M/F] [con] [sm]

The day after it went down, she refused to talk to me. I left work to the silent treatment; not even eye contact. I thought about it at work all day. I had made a huge mistake. I couldn’t help it. I had a fetish. I just didn’t know how to communicate it to her, so I just did it. It was wrong and I felt horrible. Honestly, I didn’t mean any harm. I felt like a freak and now, as I trudged home deep in thought, my marriage was over.

I walked into a house that felt empty. The lights were off and it was deathly silent. I signed audibly. Slowly I ascended the starts to change – heck maybe I’d need to pack. The door to our bedroom was closed. I didn’t realize it until I pushed it open, which was odd. There she sat on the edge of the bed. My Emma. She was dressed in a blue and white paisley print shirt. Her dirty blond hair was down, which was such a turn on for me. Emma was a petite woman. Everything about her was small and fragile. I suppose that was part of the allure, especially considering I towered over her. She looked at me with those big blue eyes and full lips. Emma’s cheek bones where high and angular like a swimsuit model. Seriously she said, “Let’s try again.”

Making you angry for fun! (M,F) (mild sm) (oral)

I was annoyed last night, you came home drunk and tried to get me to fuck at 2am. You were ‘out of it’ that you collapsed in bed next to me and snored so loudly that I moved to the spare room for the night.

Morning sex definitely wasn’t happening today so I got up and left you a note. “Your breakfast is in the dog”. Then I went for a long walk, knowing you would wake up without me and you would probably be pissed off.

I came home to find you had left for work and “childish cow ” was scribbled underneath my message. If you thought that was immature just wait, I whispered to myself.

I slipped your favourite football shirt on and took a selfie, naked from the waist down. I sent it to you, with the caption “I’m just going to clean the bathroom in this”

I was disappointed when you didn’t reply I was hoping to annoy you. That’s when I heard the front door slam!

I turned around to see you standing by the entrance, I knew I’d overstepped the mark. I could see by the look in your eyes that you were angry! “get that off” you demanded, pointing at your shirt

Primal Urges [MF] [bd] [Mdom] [SM]

Her long, lithe body waits for me on her bed, body relaxed but toes dancing in anticipation. I pause to drink in the sight of her slim calves, strong and delicate legs, flat stomach, and supple breasts. Naked but for the ropes that cross-cross her body, she is my prey. She offers herself to me. I will devour her.

I start at her toes, lightly kissing her painted nails. I run my fingers up her calves and under her knees. I pause. I look up and whisper, “You know I take what I want…” Her breath quickens, her teardrop breasts rising and falling in steady time.

“And do you know what I want?” I continue.

“What do you want?” She asks with a slight tremble in her voice.

I tell her, “I want you. I want the animal inside of you. I want you to release her. I want to have my way with her…”

My fingers continue up her thighs to her hips. I lightly kiss the clean-shaven skin just above her bare, rope-enveloped pussy. I look up again. “I want to feast on every inch of your body. I want to make you moan, purr, growl, whimper…”

A Special Date (2) [M/F] [Mdom; bd; sm; ds; cons]

Even so, I could not contain my longing even one more moment. There was no hesitation, there was no second guessing, only the throbbing sensation in my chest and private parts remained. He stood up, eyes still on me, and extended his hand. I took it silently and before I could fully stand, he pulled me up and towards himself. Clutching his hand harder I stopped myself from falling onto him. Though the thought of just letting my body collide with his crossed my mind for a split second. Would he catch me? Would he just let me stumble and fall? There was no finding out, because he had clutched my waist with his free arm before anything could happen. Now I was resting against his arm with my hand still holding onto his, eagerly awaiting his next move. “Be careful, I might have to tie you onto the next best piece of furniture if you stumble around like that. For your safety, of course.”, his words struck a particular nerve. “Sorry”, I mumbled in a low, shaky voice, “I will try to do better now.” A brief smile graced the corners of his mouth. He pulled me in closer, close enough for our loins to touch. I felt the heat of his hard cock pressing against my lower abdomen. My lips parted as I inhaled sharply. I wanted him so much right now and knew that he would take his time. Yes, he would toy with me because he knew that this only made me crave him more. He knew that a firm hand would get me to be his pet entirely.

A Father’s Struggle 37 – Cryogenics (fiction, family, bond, m/f, con, torture, exhib, teasing, Spying)

I’m glad last night happened.

Granted **A LOT** happened last night.  Things like these girls can’t be trusted with a secret like my obvious wanting to take them to bed without them running to my daughter’s for protection.

Then my **Sweet** and **Shocker** bookworm daughter pointed out the fact that **ALL** the girl’s essentially broke the rules by giving me ***their*** number meant that **they** gave free range for me to go after them.

Yeah Abby shocked all the girl’s and made them think that it was only a matter of time before I came a calling.

Even Mackenzie, or Savanna, I couldn’t tell **which** of my daughter’s said it but they told Reagan that she was essentially **fucked**.  Or was it Natalie?  

No, pretty sure it was Reagan.

Either way it definitely made me smile.

Then during my down time I thought of a *possible* way to get my daughter’s to *agree* to me having fun with their ‘*friends*’ and I *think* I can get **most** of them to essentially *let* me have a go at their friend.  The only outliners that were my **biggest** obstacles were Nicole and *maybe* Mackenzie.

(F)How i made sure the guy i’m seeing with isn’t cheting on me or make a the side chick

i’ve been seeing this guy and he’s kinda cute and i really like him sm. we’ve been having sex almost everyday during our early dates but lately whenever we have sex he keeps calling someone else’s name.. so what i did was one night after we had sex i wen and grab my undies and hide it in his pocket cause i know that guy doesn’t check his pockets.. i thought if he was cheating that panty wouldn’t be there but if i was the side chick that guy be beaten to death so either way his ass is getting kicked

Cheating with my New Neighbor’s Daughter | 8: Family Day [male pov][older man][younger woman][age difference][neighbors daughter][cheating][drama][series][slow build][sfw]

**8: Family Day**

After a few more minutes, Charlotte was done and got in the shotgun while Liz and the kids sat in the back.

We’ve been joking about how Charlotte caught Charlie’s cookie stash in his room with him saying he stole it from the pantry while sleepwalking when Liz suddenly uttered, “Cookie aside, you guys honestly should clean your car windows from the inside.”

“Well, I thought we did. Right, honey?” Charlotte calmly asked me.

Confused, I furrowed my brows and glanced at Liz through the rear view mirror saying, “Yeah, I make sure of that. Why?”

“There’s some hand prints on this one. It looks gross. Kinda looked like Charlie’s hands that just been licked after eating some cookies,” Liz spoke teasing Charlie again.

My heart dropped after realizing it must have been Paige’s hands when she was having an org*sm earlier today. We both completely forgot about wiping the windows.

I tried to laugh with them as Charlie denies touching the windows—but of course it came out more of a nervous laugh.

“I swear, that’s not me,” Charlie swore while giggling.