Tag: Swingers

Rise [MF][light BDSM]

Pinning you down is my favorite part.

It's especially true when I telegraph that I'm going to do it. That I show you, tell you, that it's coming so that you can put up the biggest, best fight you have in you. So when your eyes narrow and your breath quickens and your muscles are bristling with all that extra strength and I sweep it away? Push you down into the position I want you in like you're not even there? That way you know that I own you. And we can call it whatever you'd like and we can pretend it doesn't happen, whatever it takes to sooth your ego and make you want it again.

But we both know the truth when I do it. As strong as you get, as smart as you are and as dedicated to the fight as you can be—the moment I want to take you, I can.

So keep struggling, keep grunting, keep narrowing your eyes at me like you're not claimed. I want that part of it, too. I want to gaze into your fire with my perfect calm and demonstrate again that you're being taken. That you cannot clasp your legs together tight enough that I can't pry them apart. That you can't push your arms against mine to move them as I do. Read more »

Ivy (batman/poison ivy, MF) Open to ideas

Wrote this one overnight on my iphone while laying in bed, so it is subpar. I am open to constructive criticism, ideas of things to lose or add.

Ivy.

She's sitting pretty on the giant flower petal, Ivy, twisting and wriggling, waiting. She knows she's done something bad… On purpose.. All for one reason. The chase, the thrill, the capture. Her trophy, a petite little miss, dangling a story above her head in a bird cage like box, swinging just so slightly. The bait, the trophy, has given up calling for help, given up bargaining and pleading. She just stands and waits, and swings now.

Ivy can't help but look up, sneak little peeks up the trophy's skirt. Waiting to be punished, becoming impatient, Ivy's luscious red locks float over her engorged breasts, rising and falling as she breathes heavily. She considers lowering the cage, seducing this little woman, but it is so unlikely she will cooperate. Instead, she lays back, spreads her legs and rubs her pussy firmly through her green leggings, hoping the tiny woman sees… Watches. She can feel wetness slowly making it's way through the fabric. She wants to cum so terribly, but not alone, not this time. She slows her rubbing to a light tease and stares up at her trophy, waiting to make eye contact. Read more »

Long distance made close (3)

HOME

We make it to his apartment in a short amount of time. Walking there, hand in hand, we don’t say much but, we do stop frequently to kiss each other. Hands all over, tongue to tongue, him grabbing my ass, me feeling the hardness growing in his pants, we’re insatiable. Our bodies pour out with heat in the cold night air.

He lets me lead up the stairs, to get another look at my butt, I shake it for him and laugh while he tries to jump forward and grab it again. Reaching his…I mean our door, he starts to fish for the keys in his pants. Seeing a bulge other than his hand I reach down and stroke him, through the pants.

“That’s not helping, you know.” He says smiling. “Who says I’m trying to help?”

The door unlocks. We’re inside, alone, yearning for each other’s touch. He takes my hand and leads me to the bedroom. Having taken my coat he lights a few candles that sit about his…I mean our room.

Standing there in the warm light, he comes over to me, wrapping his hands around my waist, bringing his forehead to mine and jokingly says “We can wait. It doesn’t have to be tonight.” Read more »

Long distance made close (2)

ON THE TRAILS

The drive to the trails is short, we don’t say much along the way, and his hand finds its place upon my thigh again.

Car parked and boots laced, we start to march up the muddy trails, following the lead of his smartphone. The air is cold but, with the warmth of our clothing and our movement, it is comfortable. One step after another is made in the sucking mud as we march toward our target. Apart from our boots, there is no noise in the late winter forest. The smell is fresh, clean, nothing but pine trees.

“It shouldn’t be too far down this next hill…assuming the service is good around here.” “That’s alright, it’s beautiful out here.”

At that, he stops and looks around, soaking in all of the evergreen beauty the day has to offer us. Done with the surroundings he reaches his hand toward me. I walk forward and our fingers entwine, as usual his hand is giving mine all of his heat.

Hand in hand we make our way up the muddy hill, through the pine trees and halfway down the hill, stopping at a tree bent in half by some powerful force of nature. Read more »

No One Else (mm)

Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.

A light flashed from the phone sitting on the kitchen counter as it alerted its owner of an incoming text message. Puffing out one last cloud of smoke, Sowen squashed out the remainder of his cigarette on the balcony railing before flicking it into the street below. Bits of ash stuck around, greying up the railing. Not that it could be greyed up too much more than it already was. Years of extreme sun-exposure had dyed the once black iron. Maybe one day he would tire of seeing the dim color and have it replaced with concrete.

Any shade of orange or red which had painted the sky just a moment earlier had been blotted out as the velvet night returned. Even in the city it was impossible to run from the unnerving darkness of the western desert. The blistering sun would always give way to the luminescent moon, the shimmering stars who threatened to blink out of existence at the slightest breath. Night would always come. Something so inevitable offered only two possibilities: hide from the night, or embrace it. Read more »

[mf, dirty talk] Whisper in My Ear

The party was in full swing and James had just finished setting up the sound system with Kevin. He was pretty proud of how it had turned out, even though he knew Maya was humoring him when she oohed and ahhed over the way they’d situated the speakers for maximum amplification. He was also just this side of shit-faced, which probably had something to do with the small shake of her head she’d given as she’d walked away and left them to it.

He saw her on the balcony, leaning over the railing and watching the festivities going on below. In just a simple skirt and a tight shirt that hugged her curves in all the right places, she still looked the same as she had four years ago when they’d first met. The neon lights outside the bay windows played on the contours of her face and in the lighter strands of her hair, and she was absolutely beautiful. It made his heart ache in that good way that happened more and more often around her.

There was another ache developing, too—this one a bit further south. Read more »

The Washroom Stall. [Oral]

The clacking sound of her high heels echoed in the parking lot as she made her way to the entrance of The Rocker’s Pit; a wretched biker bar on the wrong side of town. As she walked on the freshly wet pavement, drunk passerby whistled and stared. On that stormy Wednesday night, she had chosen a pair of fierce Gladiator sandals that laced up her leg to end just before her knees, exposing her tanned thighs and leading up to a form fitting satin red dress. The strapless dress hung perfectly on her breasts and defined her buttocks so flawlessly as though finely cut like a diamond. Her golden blond hair fell long and wavy over her shoulders, back and part of her face, flaunting her luscious heart-shaped lips and almond shaped eyes.

She was standing in front of the bar and could hear the muffled music behind the doors as she reapplied red lipstick. The large wooden doors opened and the loud bass came washing over her. The vibration coursed through her body as she slowly walked into the poorly lit bar. The music was booming with a slow rhythm and for a moment, it seemed like all eyes were on her. She sensually walked to an available seat at the bar beside a quiet and thin looking man who drank cheap beer and scribbled on napkins. She ordered a shot of whiskey and scanned the room for her next prey. Read more »

The Coin [Werewolf TF M/F] – Part 3

Over the next few weeks, David and Kelly restarted their relationship. Slowly. Carefully. On the third date after that night, Kelly wore the same outfit – outside of her apartment. At first, she refused to look at anyone around her but as the night wore on, she raised her head and started smiling again. When an older couple remarked on what a handsome couple they were, Kelly grinned with her teeth and pressed up against David, laying her head against him briefly.

After every date, David walked Kelly to her apartment and stood carefully in front of her door. Some nights Kelly would blush and very clearly not look at the doorframe and other times she blush and wink at him as he kissed her (mostly) chastely good night.

They talked a lot – a good bit about her parents and the near cult they were involved in that started with a group of born again Christians. She was sixteen years old when she worked up the nerve to ask a classmate for help. A government investigation was eventually launched and her classmate's parents took her in. Two years later, Kelly's family and the whole group moved to Arizona and set up a compound. She never heard from them again but she bore the scars still. The fact that she was still a virgin with intimacy issues was just one of the many lingering struggles she had to deal with. Read more »