The Barbarian Prince | 2 [gentle femdom] [smothering] [dubcon]

[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/biaddp/the_barbarian_prince_mf_gentle_femdom_dubcon/)

The sun filtered through the wide windows over the barbarian prince’s pale body. He groaned awake, his grey eyes suddenly fluttered open when he realized he was still chained to the bed. He looked around the room, suddenly panicking. Everything that happened just the evening before was completely *real*. He looked down, there was still dried cum on his stomach. It really was real.

“Good morning,” it was that velvet voice again. He turned his head and saw his princess, dressed in a thin gown, this one more formal than what she wore last night. He blushed as his mind wandered thinking of her naked body. She sauntered over to him, “We’re not ready for that,” she said playfully. Ophelia plopped herself next to the naked boy.

“I thought you said I wouldn’t have to be chained up,” he said.

She smiled, “I said next time we fuck, you won’t be. Are we fucking now?”

“No…we’re not,” he said softly.

A [F] shoves a big dildo up [M]y bisexual ass

I really love anal sex and I’ve given it and received it. (I’m a bisexual male). One past anal sex partner of mine we’ll call “Rosie.” Rosie was a short, white woman who wore think, but stylish, glasses and had brown, straight hair. Her body was average sized but she had a really thick ass that I noticed when I first met her through a mutual friend. What I learned being with Rosie from the time we spent together was that she was a very openminded woman, sexually speaking. Rosie once told me she wanted to anally penetrate a man, and I willingly volunteered to be her victim while we were hooking up. Rosie was delighted and pulled out a large, black and red dildo and a bottle of lube.

I got up on Rosie’s bed, undressed and faced her nightstand and a mirror that was hanging behind it so I had a full view of my face and Rosie as she crouched down on her knees behind me, putting lube onto the dildo as well as rubbing some on my butthole, which took me by surprise. Rosie applied a generous amount of lube on me and the dildo and then said “Are you ready?” I took a deep breath and said “Yes,” and the next noise I heard was the dildo turning on, vibrating as Rosie held it in her hand. The dildo was black and was large. I remember thinking to myself “I hope my butthole can handle it.”

Getting what she wants [MF] [Premature]

Jessica was ready for tonight. Ricky had broken up with her a few weeks ago hadn’t been easy, but she was sick of moping around the house feeling sorry for herself. When her best friend Katie invited her for a girls night out, just the two of them, she knew that was exactly what she wanted. Her finger and toenails were all crimson to match her favourite tight dress that zipped up from the side, complimented by a hidden matching lilac underwear set. She’d taken longer than usual to get ready, checking herself out in the mirror at every angle to make sure she looked perfect while sipping white wine. After finishing her glass she made a final reapplication of her lipstick as the horn of the taxi outside rang through her window.

Sheer Joy

My name is Hakura and I have a way of bringing sheer joy into the lives of all the gentlemen I meet. Take a look at some of my photos and you will see quite clearly for yourself why men fall in love with me on our first date. However, there is so much more to me than good looks because I have a beautiful personality too. Let me tell you about a date I had recently with a very pompous middle-aged man who thought rather too much of himself and believed that women should be in awe of him; at least, that is, until he met me.

We had a splendid lunch at The Ivy in Chelsea, during which he talked incessantly about himself in exaggeratedly glowing terms. I just smiled and nodded in agreement once in a while; after all, he was paying handsomely for my company. By the time we were having coffee, he ran out of things to say about himself, thank goodness, and actually began to show interest in me. I have a way of looking at a man which makes him feel like he is almost falling in love with me, and although this man was harder to get through to than most, he started to look back at me in a way that told me I had got the result I was looking for.

So grateful to be fucked and filled perfectly by him [MF] [long]

This is my first post here, and I really enjoyed writing it! I originally shared an incomplete version a few days ago, but went ahead and decided to really finish it and post again. For a bit of background: this happened about two months ago with my boyfriend of about a year. We met in a bar one night, had what was supposed to be a one night stand, and then…never stopped. We’ve both had our fair share of sexual partners (I’m 26 and a “reformed slut” and he’s a pretty normal 32) but agree that no one else has ever come CLOSE to having this level of chemistry. What you’re about to read about…is pretty normal for us. I feel unbelievably lucky every day. ALSO we are both monogamous and STD free, and I have an implant. We have discussed in depth what our limits are and have a safe word/hand signals. Practice safe, sane, consensual sex, people! Hope you enjoy.

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We’re laying on my bed, on top of my sky blue comforter, talking about things that don’t matter.

[M]y life after moving into a share house with two beautiful women…

This is the story of breaking up with my girlfriend, moving cities, and starting a university degree during which I would entangle my life with two beautiful girls living in a small, intimate share-house.

This is the story of my life at Lamington Avenue.

After I finished high school, I remained in my hometown after getting serious with my high school girlfriend. We went backpacking and travelled and led a idealistic life of two blissful 18 year old with non-existent responsibility. We worked when we wanted and travelled as we liked. Money didn’t bother us as wherever we stopped we worked in exchanged for free board and food, spending very little. In a way, it was pure; the essence of adventure of two free spirits.

But we were volatile.

It fell apart when my girlfriend fell ill. We returned home so she could heal but during this time she slept with an acquaintance within my friend circle. So, it ended.

Harsh. And hard.

But we weren’t meant for each other. We were just to young to realise.

[MF] How I learned to stop worrying and love the choking

In one moment, my mind was scattered in many directions – the warm water rinsing my hands, the stubborn grease on the plate, the soapy bubbles frothing where the sponge met the plate’s glossy surface. In the next, all I could feel was Ben’s hand wrapped around my neck. Squeezing and tightening as I tried to inhale and failed. My legs wobbled, and the edges of my vision began to grow dim. I felt another hand reaching into my shirt, finding my breast and ruthlessly pinching my nipple. A wave of pleasure coursed through me, and I would have moaned if I could.

***

Two nights ago, he’d noticed the unease on my face as he rolled to the side, his cock sliding out of me. “What’s wrong?” He’d asked, and I had mustered the courage to break it to him. That recently, our sex had become so routine that I had started zoning out as we did the deed. That despite how much I loved him and how perfect our live-in relationship was in every other way, the slow deterioration from passionate love making that left mementos of our sex all over the apartment to a few minutes of lazy humping on the couch had left me dissatisfied. After a flash of hot shame, he quickly agreed, and we decided we would work on it together.

The time a woman on the subway groped me [MF]

This was back in 07, early summer in Toronto. I was in my late 20s heading back home from a teaching internship. I transferred at Yonge and Bloor heading north for what was supposed to be only a few stops.

I’m about 6′ and nad 175lbs with an athletic build. I was wearing warmup pants and an under armour shirt which I’m guessing she liked cause she gave me a quick double look as a grabbed the middle pole for balance.

I didn’t give her much thought as she moved over to grab the same pole. I was stressed about my internship, my supervisor was a lazy ass who only cared about his basketball career and not teaching. Anyway,

She resembled Clementine from Westworld. Had long curly hair and was braless wearing a tight baby blue sleeveless top with jeans. This train wasn’t the smoothest ride and kinda rumbled along the tracks. At the first bumpy part I felt the back of her hand bounce off my dick as it went into my groin. I chuckled to myself and thought about how that must be embarrassing for her. I just kept thinking about school as I stared at nothing.

[FF] My First Time With A Girl Was With My Best Friend’s Older Sister

People often ask, “Did you always know you were a lesbian?” And the answer is a complicated no. I had always been attracted to girls, but I thought it was a normal level of attraction that all girls experience. I could appreciate a nice set of tits or smooth legs leading up to a nice ass. The female body is inherently attractive. Everyone can appreciate it. I would ask my girlfriends about it and they’d be like, “Oh yeah, totally normal. I check out girls more than guys, but it’s not sexual.”

I thought it was the same for me, but deep down I knew for me it was a little sexual. I had one boyfriend in high school. We kissed, had sex, etc. It was okay, I guess. It felt good, but I was the only one who could make myself have an orgasm. We broke up after high school because he went off to college and I moved to Oregon to join a band with my best friend, Laura. My name’s Victoria, by the way. I just realized I hadn’t introduced myself. I’m mixed (dad is mexican, mom is white) so my skin has a kind of natural tan to it. I’m 5’3, 115 lbs, a handful of tits and a very nice ass, at least that’s what I’ve been told. My nose, ears, and belly button are pierced. Sometimes I like to put a bit of purple in my black hair to make me feel like the badass I am not.

Swinger friends [MF] convince us [MF] to join them [Group] – Part 2

(If you’re just joining us, [Part 1](https://old.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/bi0yuh/swinger_friends_mf_convince_us_mf_to_join_them/?) consisted of making an agreement to get together for everybody to fuck. My wife Elizabeth and I just finished having some phone sex.)

I could only laugh at her reaction, because I’d been aboard the Edging Train long enough to know exactly what she was talking about. Unfortunately for me, I had neglected my job for long enough that I couldn’t really do anything about my own situation at the moment, so we finished our conversation with the promise of me taking a video of finishing myself off in the bathroom for her later viewing pleasure. Even with the delay, once I finally did get the opportunity to take that video, I was still worked up enough that it took maybe a minute for me to come.

Once I got home we talked over the whole situation again, shared our respective texts (and my video) and, like the good husband I am, I fulfilled her fantasy of straddling her chest, fucking her eagerly awaiting mouth, and unleashing an absolute torrent of cum down her throat. (I kinda have to ruin that here, because she ended up spitting it out, but I’m happy to report that instead of a firm “never again” she concluded that she just needs to “work on it” – I guess we’ll just have to practice!) There was just something about the illicit, near cheating-like quality of the conversations we were having about fucking this other couple that was keeping us both in a constant state of arousal.