Around 2000’ish I dated a Catholic girl and her family were active church members. A very stereotypical American rural family of 3 kids on a farm and they lived 1 mile down the road from a mobile home I was renting at the time. I was Atheist and a city boy (I suppose I still am) so we really didn’t have a lot in common but I guess opposites attract. I took her virginity and it took several more times before she actually started to enjoy it but I knew that we weren’t quite right for each other so I always made sure to pull out to lessen the risk of pregnancy. At some point early on, she had confided to me that her dad was abusive and made me promise to keep it to myself. However, her dad seemed like the farthest thing from the type. Everyone in that household always seemed happy, they were always laughing and they often teased the dad calling him “Wayner” as his name was Wayne. Along with other observations, I hate to admit it but I had a hard time believing her, thinking that perhaps she was seeking some kind of attention thing from me that I didn’t understand. I was hanging out over there quite a bit and they seemed as normal, down to earth as an apple pie. But something later happened that made me wonder just because it was so baffling and out of touch with the norms. I can still get aroused just by remembering it. I’ve processed it so much over the years that even though I have no conclusions, it helped me to remember a lot of details.
Tag: Straight
Last Rejection (M2M)
Mr. Garcés didn’t say anything to me. He reached into his shirt pocket, taking out something that stayed hidden in his large hand. He made a fist and put his arm straight out towards me, then gestured for me to hold out his hand. I did so, and he lowered his fist slowly over it. He opened his fist, and I felt something drop onto my palm. My hand automatically closed.
“Look at it,” he said in a gentle voice.
I opened my hand and there was an oval shaped signet ring crafted with polished sterling silver. Engraved on the inside was my name—Azriel. Master Garces let out a deep breath and nodded, then turned to leave. I could feel my legs wanting to run after him.
“Wait,” I said. He stopped and turned around.
“What?”
“So you still like me even after I rejected you again?” I asked.
“I don’t like you. I love you.”
“When will you be at your house?”
“Tonight after ten.”
“I’ll be there, Daddy.”
Much Needed Release [BDSM] [MDom] [fsub] [Bondage] [Brat] [Sensory Depravation] [Impact Play] [Slight Knifeplay]
He had always found a great deal of satisfaction in a thoroughly prepared play session. Every minor detail meticuously planned, each piece of equipment laid out ready and checked to be in working order. Sir found it calming, soothing even. In the storm of his stressful anxious life, this was a serene pool of calm. There was nothing outside of his control. Nothing for him to worry about as every detail was prepared. He smiled at this thought. This ritual of his, a small scotch while he prepared, was one of his favourite part of a play session. He carefully laid the heavy chains he had selected on the chest of drawers next to the bed. Already placed on there was the locks, the lighter for the candles placed around the room and the blindfold. The crop he’d placed at the end of the table in the centre of the playroom and the knife was downstairs ready to be sharpened. He downed his whisky and checked the time. Plenty to finish the knife and find the first aid kit (he made it a point of having one just in case) before he’d have to get changed. He smiled. All according to plan.
Fucked my professor in college
So this was back when i was in my third year of college. I was 21 at the time. In high school i had a couple boyfriends but was not really much of a slut. However when i started going to college that changed. Due to all the men and how much more open everything was i definitely became super slutty. Possibly the most slutty i have ever been. I tried to get myself in to as many frat parties as I could and date and sleep with as many guys as possible. It was super fun.
So my professor for the sake of the story lets call him Mr Brown. He was quite commanding in class but when not in his lessons I could tell he was relatively laid back and charming. He was probably in his 40s if i was to guess. He had shortish brown hair and light stubble. He was a recently divorced from his wife. I hadn’t really had him much up until this point but when i did have him i had caught him looking at me or staring on multiple occasions but he had never really done anything besides that. Just staring. But I could tell he was thinking about doing much more than that.
[MF] [LONG] Brutally Using My Princess: Our First CNC Experience.
TW: rape
Elizabeth and I have always had some kind of dominant/submissive dynamic together from the very first time I fucked her in a hotel room, throwing and dragging her around the bed in all the ways we’d spoke about during the seemingly endless build up of in person flirting and highly descriptive text exchanges.
From that night our relationship intensified like wildfire. Before long she was calling me daddy and she became my princess. Her desire to be used hard and degraded but then nursed affectionately afterwards worked in perfect harmony with my own desire to have a beautiful little girl I could dominate and care for.
And she is such a beautiful girl. 5’4″ with colourful shoulder length hair that frames an adorable face with big gleaming eyes that feel as though they can look right into your mind and a smile that’s somehow simultaneously innocent and suggestive. Her body is soft and curved in all the right places with her boobs, hips and arse perfectly shaped for grabbing and slapping, made all the better by her walk which pulls your gaze from across the room with the wiggle in her hips and an aura of playfulness and mystery.
[F] Hot tub slut
One time my friend invited me over to the hot tub in her apartment building. There was this guy black, tall and muscular. Once I noticed his big dick under the swim shorts, my pussy started tingling and leaking juice. We all got our swimsuits on, I had a little bikini that was pretty cheeky. We were going down the stairs and that guy walked pass me. I could feel his dick and arms brushes swiftly against my bottom. I let out a little yelp because I’m weak and can’t help myself. We started talking and got in the hot tub together.
I could clearly feel the sexual tensions between us and soon he started placing his hand on my thighs and slowly groping me underwater. He whispered in my ear “stay quiet” and slowly started rubbing my pussy. He teased me and fingered me for a solid 10 minutes and told me to sit on his lap. I could feel his boner. Again, I can’t help myself since I’m a barely legal horny slut. I can’t fight back this urge of having him right there and I hug him with my legs. I feel his hands going slowly down my ass and squeeze it hard. I slowly move my hips in circles so my pussy will rub against his dick and I could hear him moan quietly to my ear. I feel one hand moving slowly down, moving my bikini away and start to massage my clit. I lower one hand so I can do the same for him but he tells me no. “Keep it there” too many curious eyes will notice.
It was getting late, so everyone started to go inside but he told them we would be up in a minute, but just as he said that he slid his shorts to the side and his dick went straight up and hit my clit and I jumped and yelped. My friends definitely knew what was going on but there was no stopping me at that point and we fucked in the hot tub. I felt the tension built inside me as fast as he was pounding me, it was delicious and so erotic having him like this. I just let go… My legs, my hips, my chest, everything felt incredible tense when my muscles contracted at the same time as my pussy pulsated with his dick deep inside me. I collapsed on his neck still shaking. I let go of the embrace of mylegs and he just hold me there while I came to my senses again. He stroke my hair and said softly to me: “…I’m not done with you yet”. That point, I knew that he wont stop until I pass out from all the orgasms.
[M]eeting an absolute Amazon o[f]f of Aol back in the day.
After graduating college, while employed at my first job, I lived with my parents for a little while. It was great and all, but the one drawback was that I couldn’t necessarily come and go at all hours or have women back to my house without my parents knowing. So once I moved into my own apartment, I went a little wild with random hooking up. I especially got into AOL (as my username indicates). It would be common for me to go on AOL for hours, chatting with multiple females, seeing if any of them would be willing to meet in person that night. I really wasn’t interested in dating any one woman exclusively, and as it happened, AOL, was the best way to meet a woman who wasn’t really looking for a long-term relationship. In other words, it was a great way to meet friends-with-benefits.
The Trade [MF][Dom/Reluctant Sub] Part 8
All characters are 18+. Please leave your comments and feedback below! Thanks!
**P.S**. the bold and italicized text is someone, usually almost exclusively, Kate’s thoughts, but can also be external actions. Let me know if the story is readable or if more spacing or formatting would help.
[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/nkj82a/the_trade_mfdomreluctant_sub_part_1/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)
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Here is the background. This is a fictional story.
**Kate**: *F23. Main female of the story. 5’5″, b cup, slender, perfect ass. Feisty, irritable, playful at times, defensive, sexy, vanilla with subpar past sexual partners. Jen’s slightly older sister.*
**Jack**: *M25. Main male of the story. 6’0″, athletic, womanizer-type, suave, confident, amazing lover.*
**Jen**: *F22. Kate’s younger sister. 5’6″, c cup, slender, not as good as Kate’s ass. Typical, slutty, yet romanticizes too much.*
**Setting**: *Kate’s apartment*
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*Punishment….and rewards*
“Ugh! It’s been four days…FOUR DAYS! Where is that jackass?” Kate pondered out loud angrily as she stomped around her kitchen.
Nude Resort Sex
It was my third day at The Spruces, one of the nicest nude resorts in northern California. A friend had recommended it to me because the resort was pretty cool about allowing single men to be members, and since I was now single, that was great with me. I was standing in the pool, talking to a man and his wife. The water lapped at my thighs and the sun beat down on my back. I had made friends with them here at the resort the day before. They were in their late 50s, in good shape, and both were extremely tan. She had nice drooping tits and a trimmed pussy. He had the air of an executive and his body was mostly shaved, except for a bit of grey pubic hair just above a very thick cock.
Sometimes Good People Do Bad Things – Part One