You walk me around in a circle for a while. Occasionally tugging on the clamp on my hanging udder. When you have had your fill, you pull me up by my hair. You remove my shirt and pants, revealing my lacy bra and panties. Now you pull the other tit out and properly fit the clamp on to that one after a few customary slaps. You notice my panties being soaked. You want to fuck me right there but you restrain. We had talked about this. You had promised that you would make me cum atleast thrice before fucking me. So you make me remove the bra and panties completely. I am butt naked in front of you. You are very much fully clothed. You make me stand against the wall, straight with hands and legs spread like an X. You start exploring my curves. You start with my mouth. You kiss me gently and then suck on my lips. You have forbidden me from moving. So I stay there, my back aligned with the wall. You increase the urgency of the kiss. I want to badly touch your hair and pull you closer. I give in to the temptation and grab your hair to kiss you deeper. You swat my hand away and step back. Time for punishment, you say.
Tag: Straight
A cum covered dream…
I (M) am definitely bi but I lean more towards the straight side of the spectrum. I have a 13 year old friend (M) who is also bi but he’s a little more gay than I am. I find my friend to be very sexy. He is short, slim, smooth skin, not hairy, slightly fit, and good looking. I tend to fantasize about him a lot. Thinking about things like his dick size or his ass constantly make me hard. He doesn’t know this but i have busted many loads to just mere thoughts about him.
So now the important part of this post is my dream about him. So a few days ago, I was thinking about him, fantasizing and masturbating, and I came to the thought of having sex with him. I went to sleep that day and had a vivid dream that has not left my mind for 4 days. It goes as follows:
Chained and Spanked Mother, Ch. 9 [inc, M/s, BDSM, slow, mdom, spank, rough, oral]
Chained and Spanked Mother, by DiscipleN
. . . a fan prequel to Kathy Andrews’ 1984, raunchy novel, “Chained and Spanked Sister” . . .
Chapter 9
Robert told his mother to dress, while they ran to let their sister in. They stuck out their tongues after telling her, she was in trouble.
Peggy stormed in, ignoring her brother’s insults. The reason she ditched class was to meet a boy at the far end of the school grounds. He was a handsome jock who promised to make her feel good, but all he did was sniff her panties and tell her to suck his cock! She thought about biting it but marched away without a backward glance. Someday, she would find a boy who could realize her secret fantasy. Until then, she’d suffer grounding and extra chores. Her parents couldn’t stop her search for erotic satisfaction.
That night, her mother ripped into her, in front of her father, promising to send her to a boarding school! Peggy had never felt such malice from her mother. It was like her mother had taken anger pills. Her brothers sat quietly, somehow more content and righteous than ever. Being sent to bed without supper was a relief from their smug presences!
Weekend in St Louis [MF], [public]
Before the kids (and the responsibility that comes with them) came into our lives, it wasn’t uncommon for us to just decide on a Friday to go out of town for the weekend. Typically, when this happened, we’d go to St Louis. We’d call that afternoon for reservations at the Presidential downtown (which, sadly, isn’t there any longer) and head up after work.
St Louis was perfect. It was four hours from home, so it was close enough that we could get there easily in a night …and far enough away that no one knew us. We’d go home from work, throw a few things in a bag, and hit the road. We almost had it down to a science.
For the record, my wife is 5’2”, 110 pounds, and has the most gorgeous set of tits on the planet … period. And it was not uncommon for her to be nude by the time we hit the interstate for the trip. Sometimes she’d wave flirtatiously at the truckers as we passed them … sometimes she’d lean over to get a coke from the back seat, pushing her ass towards the moon roof …and sometimes she’d prop her pedicured feet on the dashboard and take a nap. Once in a while she’d get herself so worked up that she had to get off, but she usually tried to keep the tease going as long as possible. Regardless, it was normally a show all the way to East St. Louis, Illinois.
Please [FM,Fdom]
She told him to get on his knees and put the leather collar around his neck to symbolize his willingness to do all she said. She didn’t need to look to know he had done as she had told. There was no question in it, a simple demand and he would comply. She led, he followed. Each step on this path was her choice, each step he took with her was a gift given and a gift received.
She said to pull down his pants and show her his cock. He did so with ragged breath coming faster and she knew his desire was at a peak as his hands trembled to do as she demanded. The others that come before her had tried to lead, had him dance and play and spin in circles round and round until he was dizzy. She too could direct this dance, this reel of give and take, and like a trained pet he would jump through every hoop she put there for him should she wish to play those games. But she wanted more, she wanted it real, tonight she wanted complete surrender. Not games and parlor tricks, but pure lust and wanting for this moment. All of it under her control.
(Bi) (mmf) How I met Bill and Lindsey
It was ten years ago. I placed an ad on Craigslist. This was back when they still had the personals section. I placed an ad looking for a date the night before my birthday. I was looking specifically for out of town married men who could be closeted bi/gay. And that was how I might Billy. I was living in Chicago at the time. Billy was in town for two months. At 52, he was a retired army general and now worked as a civilian private contractor. He was married for over 25 years and have two grown daughters. He was open to the idea of meeting a young bisexual Asian male, looking for a married man to celebrate a birthday after the stroke of midnight. We exchanged lots emails, a few pics and quickly spoke on the phone. He had a soft comforting voice when we spoke. He was the kind of man I’m familiar with. A man that knew he was gay all his life, but did the act of what straight men had to do. So he enlisted in the military once he turned 18. He married a woman because that’s what straight men do. We agreed to meet at his hotel room first and later head to our dinner reservation.
[MF] Quickie with the wifey
New here, first post. Hope you all like it.
Julie, My wife, is a damn sexy woman. She resembles “Mary Margret” on the series “Once Upon A Time” if Any of you know the show. A cute, fit, and curvy brunette with a pixie hair cut. She is a head shorter than I, petite with cute little breasts, a trim waist and beautiful curves. A few tasteful tattoos grace her body including one, smallish tramp stamp above her butt.(her first tat at 16) Her hips are sexy as hell and perfect hand holds to grip and she possesses two, delicious, round handfuls of ass.
When we first started dating we couldn’t keep our hands off each other and would fuck like rabbits at every opportunity afforded to us. In the bed, on the table, our tent, our car, behind the dunes at a beach or against a rock at some high vista point.
Now in our thirties with a son, a busy life and all it’s complications have served to make opportunities for loud, long and lustful sexcapades less frequent. Here and there we manage to wrangle a sitter to get out for a night of music, drinks and loud passion but mostly, the times in between are relegated to the “quickie” category. This category has come to be one of my favorites because of its very nature of squeezing hot passion into a short, random time slot of an otherwise regular day.
A True Hotwifing Story: Vixey and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Birthday [FM]
*Disclaimer: All names and identifying factors have been changed to protect my stallions.
Don’t let the title fool you. There were some definite ups to my night (wink wink). But I also feel it’s prudent not to sugarcoat things. Fantasy is not reality and as hopefully seen, I’m here to write reality.
The day had already started out bad. It was one bad news and situation after another but I was determined to make the best of my night. Looking forward to my time with Armando.
So let’s start with the hotel. My husband and I had gambled on a new place we had not yet scoped out because the holiday season had swallowed up our preferred sleeping sites. Unfortunately, it wasn’t in the best shape. No problem. I could adapt and if Armando wanted something else, he was free to arrange something else.
I think it’s important to note that I had built up a lot of expectation. This may not have been fair but I couldn’t really help it after our time in the truck and his hints at a birthday surprise. I texted him that I arrived early, hoping for a repeat of our prior hotel rendevouz. He couldn’t. He was getting ready for the holiday event.
Chasing Anna: Day 6
[Day 1 Morning](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/a7dbyr/chasing_anna_day_1_morning_mf_nosex_slow_start/)
[Day 1 Evening](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/a7nt69/chasing_anna_day_1_evening_mf_noncon_slow_start/)
[Day 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/a7yh3x/chasing_anna_day_2/)
[Day 3](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/a8bh57/chasing_anna_day_3/)
[Day 4](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/admmc8/chasing_anna_day_4/)
[Day 5](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/aeadmo/chasing_anna_day_5/)
# Day 6
Anna’s sleep was troubled, The visions of the past 5 days played over and over, a girl running, being caught, held down, fucked roughly, The cock stretching her virginal tunnel painfully as she struggled, then succumbing to her captor. Just like every other girl she had watched, by the end the girl was embracing her rapist, pushing back against the cock violating her, urging him deeper. She watched in the dream as the girl turned towards her just as her attacker came. Anna saw her own face, looking back at her. The belly of her doppelganger swelled as the torrent of cum flowed into her. The girl wearing her face bend over, now gravid with child, begging her mate to take her again. Milk filled breasts swaying as she accepted the father of her child over and over.
*No!* She thought, *No, no, no, no i won’t, I won’t accept it.*
Our first FFM
Skye had graduated from university, she was finally qualified. Finally she was finished and could take a break from studying.
I had been introduced to her family as her boyfriend 6 months prior. She had gotten sick of them telling her to settle down. Our arrangement suits both of us. She is my fuck toy and my mistress. I satisfy her needs. We push each other to try new things.
We do love each other, so in a way I am her boyfriend. She introduces me as such.
Before her graduation, we agreed that she should be rewarded. I already knew a few of her fantasies, having known her for four years. She had always been interested in being with another girl, but had never had the courage and the opportunity at the same time. I recruited a friend of mine, who knew of Skye and our arrangement, but had never met her.
We hatched a plan.
Skye had an elaborate fantasy. How I discovered this is a story all of its own. tl;dr version – I tied her down and teased her with a vibrator, asking her what she imagines when she masturbates.