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Completely His [BDSM]

My name is Melanie Saunders, and I belong to my Master- completely, totally and without reservation. I serve him, and in return he keeps me safe and warm from the storms of life. It’s a beautiful thing.

My life wasn’t always this way, of course. At one time, I would have bristled at thought of being told what to do by anyone. And, at one time, I felt that the idea of ‘serving’ was best left to college dropouts and failed actors. I was brash, habitually offensive and innately foolish. But my beloved Master taught me a better way to live; he made me a better person. And it all started the moment that I gave him my everything. But that was a long time ago, and it had been one hell of a journey since then. At the same time he was breaking down both my resistance and my body, he was building me up into something so much greater. He played my body like a finely-tuned instrument- just as well as he did with my mind. The creature that emerged was beautiful. I can see that now, for the first time. I’m beautiful. And he helped me see that. Read more »

Night on The Town, Part 5 [MFM] [Oral] [Swing][Mast][Exh] [Third Person]

(Part 4 can be found [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/70eyny/night_on_the_town_part_4_mfm_oral_swingmastexh/)).

 

Kate crawled over to the two of them, drawn to them as a nail to a magnet. Her intent was written clear across her face; wordlessly both men turned toward her and spread their legs a little wider.

She went to her husband first, balanced herself with her hands on his thighs, and kissed him. It was a slow, welcoming kiss. Her lips were still trembling, her breathing still ragged. Cupping her chin, Mark kissed her again, relishing her taste. Her lips parted, and their tongues found each other.

Jason watched the building passion of his friends’ kiss with appreciation. They were gorgeous, both of them. Kate was on her knees, her voluptious ass sticking pertly in the air, the red imprints of Mark’s hand just starting to fade. He was tempted to reach over and renew them, but he let them have their moment. He could use the breather as it was; his jaw was sore. Read more »

Night on The Town, Part 5 [MFM] [Oral] [Swing][Mast][Exh] [Third Person]

(Part 4 can be found [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/70eyrd/night_on_the_town_part_4_mfm_oral_swingmastexh/)).

 

Kate crawled over to the two of them, drawn to them as a nail to a magnet. Her intent was written clear across her face; wordlessly both men turned toward her and spread their legs a little wider.

She went to her husband first, balanced herself with her hands on his thighs, and kissed him. It was a slow, welcoming kiss. Her lips were still trembling, her breathing still ragged. Cupping her chin, Mark kissed her again, relishing her taste. Her lips parted, and their tongues found each other.

Jason watched the building passion of his friends’ kiss with appreciation. They were gorgeous, both of them. Kate was on her knees, her voluptious ass sticking pertly in the air, the red imprints of Mark’s hand just starting to fade. He was tempted to reach over and renew them, but he let them have their moment. He could use the breather as it was; his jaw was sore. Read more »

An Unexpected Party [MC] [M+F] [BDSM]

Asleep in our bed, you wake, heard a noise. Dark. I’m not in the room. Maybe you think I’ve just gone to the bathroom. Before you have time to think about it, leather gloved hand, then tape on your mouth, bag over your head. Tight around your throat. So fast. two people? You don’t know. It’s silent.

Your arms are bonded with gaffer tape behind your back, then taped to your waist. Your ankles bound similarly. One of them can’t resist a sniff of your fine pussy, but you hear a thud and a grunt as he is smacked on the head by another. your knees are bent and bound to your thighs. You feel rough hands at either end of you, a larger bag closed around you. One of them lifts you. It’s high. over his shoulder. You feel yourself carried, through the back of the house. You hear a whisper, you can’t be sure, but it’s there. Not close, but there, it whispers. Read more »

Night on The Town, Part 4 [MFM] [Oral] [Swing][Mast][Exh] [Third Person]

(Part 3 can be found [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/6zrx4p/night_on_the_town_part_3_mf_oral_lite_exh_third/)).

 

Jason rolled into the parking garage beneath his hotel, his friends making out in his backseat like teenagers. The barely restrained roar of the Porsche’s engine reverberated off concrete pillars and parked vehicles. He tapped his fingers against the steering wheel, hammering out a drum beat of impatience, looking side to side to spy the first available parking spot. A passionate heat was fogging the windshield. He wanted to get to his room as fast as possible.

Kate moaned again. Each erotic sound caused his erection to twitch, demanding release. His sex life had never been uneventful, but he couldn’t remember the last time he’d been this turned on.

Faster than he needed, he swerved into the first free space he saw, stomping the break to avoid colliding with the wall. Mark and Kate were two wrapped up in themselves to notice.

The door above her head was thrown wide and Kate opened her eyes. Jason was standing over them, making no attempt to conceal his arousal. She refocused on her husband and took his mouth in hers once more, breathing in his scent: his cologne, the sweat from their bodies pressed together, the sickly sweet smell of wine, liquor, and cheap beer. Read more »

Night on The Town, Part 4 [MFM] [Oral] [Swing][Mast][Exh] [Third Person]

(Part 3 can be found [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/6zrz83/night_on_the_town_part_3_mf_oral_lite_exh_third/)).

 

Jason rolled into the parking garage beneath his hotel, his friends making out in his backseat like teenagers. The barely restrained roar of the Porsche’s engine reverberated off concrete pillars and parked vehicles. He tapped his fingers against the steering wheel, hammering out a drum beat of impatience, looking side to side to spy the first available parking spot. A passionate heat was fogging the windshield. He wanted to get to his room as fast as possible.

Kate moaned again. Each erotic sound caused his erection to twitch, demanding release. His sex life had never been uneventful, but he couldn’t remember the last time he’d been this turned on.

Faster than he needed, he swerved into the first free space he saw, stomping the break to avoid colliding with the wall. Mark and Kate were two wrapped up in themselves to notice.

The door above her head was thrown wide and Kate opened her eyes. Jason was standing over them, making no attempt to conceal his arousal. She refocused on her husband and took his mouth in hers once more, breathing in his scent: his cologne, the sweat from their bodies pressed together, the sickly sweet smell of wine, liquor, and cheap beer. Read more »

The Story of J Chapter 3

Jenni left just after dinner wearing an old pair of cut-offs that left little to the imagination, some beat up baby blue Capri canvas loafers, and the same dingy t-shirt she’d worn since early Monday morning. Grabbing the keys to her mom’s silver Oldsmobile, she headed out. Needing to kill some time before their date, Jenni headed for the one place she could find a free drink and welcoming company, her cousin’s restaurant.

Friday night and the parking lot was full. Pulling in beside the dumpster, Jenni parked as far out of the way she could find, so no one would recognize her mom’s car. Peter had the only diner and bar in the surrounding parishes worth stepping foot in. The fare was decent and reasonably priced, and the liquor was cheap and flowed freely.

Jenni pulled aside the grease-stained rear screen door, dodging trash cans while weaving her way around stainless steel tables and cooks whistling cat-calls as she saddled up close between them.
“Hey Jenni, lookin good,” one said.
“Lookin for a date?” Asked the other.
“What you got in mind?” Jenni asked, her hand brushing against his sweaty chest.
“Jenni girl, get on out of here,” Ester ordered. She ran the kitchen and for sure didn’t want no white girl comin up in here, messin with these boys minds.
“Just passin through,” Jenni hollered.
“Well, pass on out of here and leave them boys, alone.”
“Sorry boys gotta go, Ester’s orders,” she whispered blowing them both a kiss.
“Maybe some other time.” Read more »

Downing Abbey – Chapter 2

(Lucas)

‘You won’t believe what Garrett has been up to,’ Jillian said. I shook my head when I heard that name. Garrett. Not dad. Never dad. In fact, I don’t even remember the last time any of us called him anything but his first name. All things considered, it beats what we want to call him: Pain in the ass.

Mondays usually began with three coffees sugared to give a toddler pre-diabetes, but I haven’t had the time to eat my melting scone, much less go for coffee. Where the fuck is that office assistant? It’s not even lunchtime yet but I’ve already watched one client rip journalist asshole on national television while forty-five minutes was devoted playing therapist to another on his fourth failed marriage. This shit wasn’t Law and Order.

‘Nothing surprises me anymore about him, but try me,’ I sighed. I notice the mountain of files Simco is trying to drown me in at the corner of my desk, and it looks like Chinese takeout in the office at midnight.

Again. Read more »

[M]y Wi[F]e Lucy Invites a [F]riend over.

Hi again.
Since my last story not a lot has happened between Lucy and myself that was worth writing about, a few regular vanilla sessions and one or two were she tied me up and quietly had her way with me after putting the kids to bed. That was until last weekend when Lucy had another surprise for me.

It all started last Friday, it was a crazy week at work. One of those weeks were anything that could go wrong, went wrong. My stress levels had gone through the roof and I couldn’t wait till quitting time, unfortunately my boss had other plans and decided I should put in some overtime to get back on top of everything. Reluctantly I agreed to stay an extra hour, I text Lucy to let her know I would be late home and got back to work. She texted back a few moments later saying “That’s ok babe, I have plans to cheer you up when you get home”. I quickly texted back trying to fish for more details about her plans, but she never replied. I got back to work and struggled through an other hour before finally getting to head home. I got home in great time, one advantage of working late is missing the rush hour traffic. Read more »