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The whole city gets to watch me fucked senseless against the hotel window (Mf)

With a quick swipe of the card, we are in. The suite has a simple minimalist layout. The floor-to-ceiling windows give us the same view as we had at Cloud 23 over the city, taking in her every detail and there are two bathrooms, one with a shower and one with a bathtub. A bathrobe dangles from the hook with some complimentary slippers on the floor.

I peel my black dress off, slowly working my hands across my skin and stepping out of it to leave it coiled on the floor. I go to remove my bra but there is no need. He holds me from behind, directing me towards the bathroom mirror. We stand together for a few brief moments, as I revel in the touch of his shaved jaw and chin on my neck, before he leans in closer to adorn me with the softest of kisses. His thumb and forefinger reach for my bra clasp and within a few seconds my breasts are exposed in front of the mirror. Read more »

Cry Little Sister (part two) [Lactation] [Half-siblings] [[Masturbation]

When I woke up in the morning the bed was empty and the smell of bacon filtered into the room. I smiled and dragged my, still fully clothed, ass out of her bed and down the hall to the kitchen. I watched her hum and cook as Ty sat in a high chair and I couldn’t help but sneak up behind her, wrapping my arms around her as she screamed a little and jumped before laughing and pushing me away. Ty was laughing too, dipping his hands in a mess of baby food and entertaining himself by splashing it as much as he was eating it.

Julia waved her spatula at me, “You are handsy in your sleep,” she couldn’t wipe the smile from her face even as she tried to appear threatening.

“Protective,” I said defensively, “just very protective of you.”

“You’re allowed to hate me, you know?” She said, “What I did…I’m pretty sure it’s illegal…”

I sighed and she turned her attention back to the breakfast as I spoke, “Jules, I don’t hate you. I hate that I didn’t know until now. I hate how you went about things, but you? I don’t think I could ever hate you.” Read more »

100 Days

Tears streamed down my face as my body writhed trying to escape from his hell grip. It felt like an eternity had passed before Master removed his hard cock from my mouth.

“How’d you like that, Kitten?

“I loved it, thank you Master.” In our contract it was agreed that as long as I didn’t have to use our safe word, it was understood that I had to affirm I loved whatever treatment Master had chosen for me.

My body tensed as he gripped my once neatly braided hair, pulling me up from my knees. Thankfully, I found instant relaxation as I breathed in the sandalwood sent that radiated off of Masters neck.

“Don’t move, Kitten.” Turning around, I nervously watched Master stalk across the room to where his wardrobe sat waiting for him.

Sliding his fingers into the vintage handles he swung the doors open, exposing an array of toys. I couldn’t help but notice how gentle he was with an inanimate object. How pathetic, I thought. I’m jealous of a damn wardrobe. He warned me I would want more from him, and that he wouldn’t give me what I longed for. I had to remind myself that this contract was 100 days, and I was only on the 23rd, so I’d better smarten up if I wanted my university degree paid for like he had promised. Read more »

Here we go again [M+F][Hotwife]

Here we go again

Well shit, here we go again. That feeling in just below my chest and above my stomach, is starting to kick into high gear, as I’m watching my beautiful wife turn into a cock craving slut. It works it’s way down until it’s firmly filling up my cock. I still haven’t figured out what it is. Jealousy? Pride? Or just pure unadulterated lust. I don’t know, and a small part of me doesn’t give a shit.

My annual Marine Corps friend meet up has been a constant part of my life since I got out about 15 years ago.

There were 5 of us that were literally inseparable for our entire enlistment. We shared good and bad times, we partied (probably harder than we should have), we laughed, we cried, celebrated marriages and partied through inevitable divorces. As we all finished our enlistments or transferred away. We always made time, once a year to hang out for a long weekend and just go ham for a bit. No wives, no girlfriends, just us, beer, and maybe there was a stripper or two over the years. Read more »

[MMF] GFs unexpected birthday present.

To celebrate her upcoming 23rd birthday, my (then) GF Nicki was hosting a house party. She was always a popular girl, and it was easy to see why. Along with her chatty outgoing personality, her long dark hair, pale skin and ample 34D chest made sure she got plenty of attention.

The party was in full swing, around 40 or so guests and all drinking, chatting and otherwise enjoying there night. As this was her birthday party, Nicki was making sure she was the centre of attention. She always liked to look her best, tonight she’d opted for 6’ black stiletto heels paired with a tiny body hugging black dress, barely long enough to cover her panties.

One person who definitely noticed her was our mutual friend Jay. Jay was a little shorter than me at around 6ft, but otherwise, we had a similar look. Both tall, slim with long collar length hair kept in a tussled surfer style. Read more »

Riverside

*By the bank sit, under the shade I fed,*

*By the edge cry, to the flow your tear entrust, sadness to me confess*

*Come, hither come, closer come*

*Stumble as I trickle, follow onwards, nearer forwards*

*Hear my whispered breeze, twirling in your hair, flowing round your ears*

*Offer your figure, your smell of sorrow, your heartbreak glow*

*All aware I’ll watch, body liquefied, all agaze invisible, all away I’ll wash,*

*I’ll entice and reflect, appetize and deflect*

*I’ll call and I’ll curb, invite another step*

*To feel your soles on the stones of my bed*

*Running past your eyes, catching on to your legs*

*You’ll clap, I’ll play, you’ll splash, I’ll splay*

*Dripping dropplets, my lips, cold kissing skin*

*Up your thighs, down your neck*

*I’ll infiltrate the cloth to trace down the curves*

*Under your cheeks, between your breasts*

*Will you dare another step, dear? Will you indulge?*

*Surely you will, up to your knees*

*I’ll snake ensnare, swallow refresh, dampen rejuvenate*

*Look, relaxed envelopped, how you glisten, regrets eloped,*

*I’ll tickle and I’ll tingle if more you give* Read more »

Lipstick (MF, light domination)

This color I wear for you. Not because it shapes my lips, although it does that. I don’t wear it to be noticed, men discreetly watch my mouth without me needing to draw it the color of ripe plums. They watch, hoping that if I part my mouth just so, it will become an invitation to enter. But it is a private party for one.

I wear it to remind you of what I will do to you in the quiet hours. When all the rest of our world sleeps. All the chaos and mistakes fade into oblivion. Where you can just be you and let your guard down for a moment. Melt into my skin, first your fingers. Then your soft lips. Mine parting with a soft gasp, encouraging. Dragging fingers across your shoulder, down your arms. Pulling you closer to my body. There is a comfort there, a knowing. That you are safe with me. You can be an animal or a gentleman, and I will still smile at you in the morning. Read more »

The Secret Life of Grace Harper Part Three A True Submission Story

This is the final part of this story. It is left wide open for a sequel so if enough people want to read more I may revisit the characters. Enjoy part 3 and leave a comment if you wish.

When Grace woke up her blindfold was gone. She could see the room that she was chained up in. It looked like a basement with various apparatuses that Grace had never seen before, but had a pretty good idea about what they would be used for. There was one light In the center of the room, but there were candles for mood lighting on shelves along the walls. In front of her was a table with various instruments on it. Were these the things that had been used on her? She immediately recognized the bullwhip. It had only been used on her once, and she never wanted to feel that again. Beside the whip was the long riding crop that had been used to spank her with. She could still remember the intense stinging it had caused on her bottom, but she found herself strangely interested in feeling it again on the other parts of her body. Beside the crop was the bucket of water and wax used to clean her with. She was reminded of the softness of the sponge and the warm feeling the wax gave her after the water had gotten cold. Next was the feather that had been used to tickle her and something else she didn’t recognize. She knew that it had been used to prick her, but she had no idea what it was. It looked to her like spurs that had been attached to a stick. Read more »