Pegged — [Fdom] [msub] [D/s] [Pegging/Strap on]

…continued from “Pleasing Miss”

He laid in the crook of her shoulder, relaxing while she played with his hair. He loved being held like this after he had pleased her. It made him feel secure and wanted. He smiled as he took in her body; he never got tired of looking at her.

She scratched his scalp. “Pet, you did very well. I came hard, thanks in part to you.” He beamed. “I promised you a reward, didn’t I? Remind me, what did I promise you?”

“You promised me that I could cum on you, Ma’am.” He could feel his cock start to stiffen at the mere prospect of being able to so, much less on her naked body.

She chuckled. “Did I promise you anything else? Or just that you could cum on me? Do you even think you deserve to get me all messy?” He loved when she peppered him with questions like this even though he sometimes felt like he was walking a tightrope with his answers. She had a way of interpreting responses in ways that suited her. She was so giving and yet so selfish sometimes.

How We Started Sharing My Wife (Part 2) [MF]

More pictures of Lana and Curtis for reference (note that some are from other encounters): [https://imgur.com/a/hdyOFoB](https://imgur.com/a/hdyOFoB)

While they were finishing up their second round in the master bedroom, I sat in the living room. I was flipping through channels endlessly, anxious to see her come back downstairs. And she did. About 10 minutes later both Lana and Curtis made their way down. Lana was wearing a floral nightgown, and Curtis was in his underwear. On the main level of the house, my loving wife reached into a small closet and pulled out some sheets and pillows for Curtis, who would be sleeping on the spare bed in the basement.

I watched her walk down the steps leading into the basement, her nightgown barely covering her supple body and seemingly flowing in the air. Curtis followed her downstairs. I turned back to the TV and tried to focus on something.

A short while later, Lana came back upstairs and wrapped her arms around me, sitting next to me on our sofa.

“I really like Curtis you know. He’s done an absolutely wonderful job so far, don’t you agree?” She asked.

Sucking off my ‘straight’ mate for the first time [MM]

Hey guys, just thought I’d share a story about the first time I ever sucked a guy off and wondering if anyone had any similar experiences?
Anyway, here goes…

So a good few years back when I lived in south Yorkshire (UK) me and a good mate of mine used to hang out quite alot. We’d known each other for about 3 years… He was 20 and I was 19. He used to take the piss because I was a pretty skinny guy compared to him. He wasnt massive or anything but had broad frame and was quite big built. His dad was a local tradesman and he worked quite a bit with him hense the bigger body. He had that sort of chavvy, unkept rough look about him but without the arsehole cocky attitude lol. Plus he had absolutely no shame whatsoever, belching and farting whenever he pleased which I felt was weirdly attractive in a sort of jack the lad type of way?

From Writing Prompt: To save his lovely cleric companion from a lust demon curse/possession, a noble paladin must fuck the vile spirit out of her.

She was so innocent, so sweet. How could this happen to her? She was so confident about being able to contain the magics of the unearthed talisman, knew it wouldn’t corrupt her. Was eager for the boost to her skills it was promising. She said she could hear it’s whispers as she held it, that should have been enough of a hint to throw it to the ground and destroy it! Any cleric should have had the sense to discard such vile filth. Perhaps that’s just my paladin training.

As soon as she placed the cursed object over her head, allowing the amulet to sit atop her bosom, her robes began to burn. She shrieked, reaching her hands up to her head as light emitted from what little skin was exposed from her modest garb. More and more light blinded our group as her clothing burned, and our group was knocked to the floor by a sudden concussive blast. I had to shield my eyes from the bright light coming from where our cleric stood, still screaming as the relic consumed her.

” The call” is my first post/story and it is about a spanked wife

**The call**

Back when my wife was 32 years old and we had been married for 10 years I got a call from her work. She worked in a medical facility and had to work with meds. They had very strict procedures on how the meds were handled and processed. Obviously for good reason.

One day I got a call from my wife’s boss to say that my wife had been skipping procedures and it was not the first time. He said that they were all fond of my wife at work and they didn’t want to lose her but something had to be done or she would loss her job. He said he was calling me to see if I thought some corporal discipline could help?

I know my wife and that is one thing she is so against. I had, had fantasies of spanking her but knew it would never happen. Once I got her to bend over a table for a light tap but she completely refused to let me pull her panties down even a little. It was such a let down.

The Parlor – Part II Interlude

[Part One](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/goy94e/the_parlor_fmm/)

10 Minutes after setting down. I laid on the bed restless, every ounce of energy had been left in the Parlor and my mind could not escape it’s confines. Naked, I rose from the bed and grabbed the mask off the dresser. I reached under the bed and pulled out a velvet shoe box. I carefully placed the mask beside the black stilettos and finally closed the lid on the evening.

My husband arrived home later that morning. Casually, he set his work bag down on the armchair and walked into the bathroom. Through the cracked door, I watched him stare blankly at himself in the mirror. With both hands gripping the corners of the sink, he struggled to make sense of his experience. He wondered why he was singled out. He wondered who was behind the mask.

Morning passed and we found ourselves conversing over the kitchen island. In my unflattering pajamas, I slowly sipped the oversized cup of coffee which I held to my mouth with two hands. A few times I had to use the cup to hide my smirk as my husband lied about his painful conference.

After Class [W][m][f][huml][reluc]

Neither Adam nor I had any idea what would happen to us in the next half hour as we sat at our desks in the empty classroom.

Mrs. Werner had left us together alone in the room. She had to get something, she said.

I knew we were in trouble. She caught me peeking at Kyle’s test.

Kyle sat at his desk, bouncing his leg. He looked nervous. I was nervous.

The door opened and Mrs. Werner stepped inside. “Of course you two…this means that I will have report this and you will be suspended. You will fail this course, and you will be placed on academic probation.” My heart dropped. I wanted to beg, but held my tongue. This couldn’t be happening. This was a nightmare. I desperately wished I hadn’t tried to cheat, but I was barely holding onto a C.

I looked over at Kyle, to my surprise he had tears in his eyes like he was about to cry. He sat there, fidgeting. Finally he asked quietly if he could use the restroom.

Confession: Sex with my friend’s wife [MF]

**Like I’ve said in previous posts. I figured it would be fun to go back to my promiscuous (man-whore) days and recall some of the stories from back then. I’m generally considered a good-looking guy (6’3”, dark hair, blue eyes, swimmers build, workout regularly), so that enabled me to have quite a fun sex life. These stories are 100% true and not embellished in any way. I think that a straight honest story even if not as exciting at times is a bigger turn on, so that is what I will continue to try to give.**

I figured this contest is a chance to confess something I have kept to myself for years. I was 21 at the time. I had been friends with Tim for a few years. We met through a mutual friend and bonded over our affinity for underground music. We had one of those hot/cold relationships where we would hangout a lot for stretches of time and then become distant for others. The distant stretches were usually caused by our tendency to get into heated arguments with each other. We were both passionate people and admittedly a little immature at the time. After time apart we normally slipped back into our normal routine as if nothing had happened.

Dinner at the Heathman – A Fifty Shades Fanfiction [FF] [Fanfic]

Here’s another piece of fiction I wrote a while back. This time, it’s a fanfiction of the second book of EL James’s Fifty Shades series, and a lesbian one at that, between Anastasia and Elena. I do hope you enjoy this one as well:

**From:** Lincoln, Elena

**Subject:** Lunch Date

**Date:** June 13 2011 10:15

**To:** Anastasia Steele

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Dear Anastasia

I would really like to have lunch with you. I think we got off on the wrong foot, and I’d like to make that right. Are you free sometime this week?

Elena Lincoln

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*Holy Crap – not Mrs. Robinson!* How the hell did she find my e-mail address? I put my head in my hands. Can this day get any worse?

A/N: End of direct excerpt from the book.

Based on Writing Prompt: To save his lovely cleric companion from a lust demon curse/possession, a noble paladin must fuck the vile spirit out of her.

She was so innocent, so sweet. How could this happen to her? She was so confident about being able to contain the magics of the unearthed talisman, knew it wouldn’t corrupt her. Was eager for the boost to her skills it was promising. She said she could hear it’s whispers as she held it, that should have been enough of a hint to throw it to the ground and destroy it! Any cleric should have had the sense to discard such vile filth. Perhaps that’s just my paladin training.

As soon as she placed the cursed object over her head, allowing the amulet to sit atop her bosom, her robes began to burn. She shrieked, reaching her hands up to her head as light emitted from what little skin was exposed from her modest garb. More and more light blinded our group as her clothing burned, and our group was knocked to the floor by a sudden concussive blast. I had to shield my eyes from the bright light coming from where our cleric stood, still screaming as the relic consumed her.