Domination/submission

The director of Buenos-Aries

The prerogative of backpackers is the freedom to roam. Unlike the normal tourist the backpacker independent and usually young and exuberant lives on their wits. A discussion at a bar between travellers or that last minute cancellation of transport can lead them on a constantly flowing river of new and unexpected experiences. It was in once such Buenos-Aires drinking hole that Lara had negotiated a lift into the hills to a jungle topped adventure. The man in his early thirties was a frequent visitor to this bar and many more around here. He was English speaking’ probably an Australian maybe Kiwi and from his laid-back clothes and fantastic tan it seemed he had once been a backpacker too who had chose to remain in this fascinating place. Lara had been reluctant to get to know …

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Can’t Escape Your Nature

Dante sauntered lazily into the classroom that morning, unaware of his easy rolling swagger that caught the eye of all the girls. Unaware of how his perfect, rugged profile and messy black hair brought a hitch in their breath. Unaware of how the other guys hated him with the terrifying intensity of an angry swarm of bees. He wove his way through the maze of desks to his at the back corner, away from the people who bothered him so. Registration was set to take place in five minutes, at 8.50, and he knew that his name’s recent addition to the register would be forgotten again, and that he would have to explain that he was new and had been here last week again, and would have to put up with standing infront of the …

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What a way to end a marriage…

I am a woman in my fifties, and I am recently divorced. It was too long of a time coming, and I think I wasted too many years not knowing what good sex was. The sex in my marriage slowed down a lot in our forties, and when my husband suggested that we try swapping with another couple last year, I wasn’t interested at all. I figured the sex wasn’t worth all of the effort that we would be putting into it. I turned him down time after time, and after he badgered me enough, I finally told him to go find whatever woman he wanted and just fuck her, and I would be fine without it. I probably shouldn’t have said that, but I did, and he did go out and do just that. …

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Legally Binding, Ch. 10

Until I experienced it, I could never have imagined how difficult it is to climb a flight of stairs while crawling on all fours. When You removed Your belt and once more looped it around my neck, it felt like coming home. I couldn’t help myself; I smiled happily up at You and breathed, “Thank You, Sir.” I was prepared for You to urge me to my feet again, to lead me wherever You wanted to go. But when You gently tugged me forward onto my hands and knees I astonished myself by groaning with arousal, unbelievable so soon after my overwhelming orgasm. Why do I love it so much when You treat me like Your possession and make me do things like that? You made me wait while You tucked Your cock away and …

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The Demon Child

The Demon Child Bryan Cranberg didn’t feel my eyes as I watched them take him to the back room. He was a man of eccentric tastes, something I do appreciate, ravenously so. It was these eccentric tastes that brought him to this drug infested area to a brothel that promised a truly…otherworldly experience. Naturally, when Bryan was told that there were rumors that people had sex with demons there he was interested. Not for the true demonological purpose of it—he didn’t believe in such nonsense. But as a man who enjoyed many kinks, he looked forward to what he believed would be more of a roleplay experience than a mystical one. I could taste his sexual energy, like a strong odor that sits heavy in the air, promising a taste but only giving the ghost …

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Missy Likes It – Chapter 03 of 05

WARNING! All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY. Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content. All people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Actions, situations, and responses are fictional ONLY and should not be attempted in real life. If you are under the age or 18 or do not understand the difference between fantasy and reality or if you reside in any state, province, nation, or tribal territory that prohibits the reading of acts depicted in these stories, please stop reading immediately and move to somewhere that exists in the twenty-first century. Archiving and reposting of this story is permitted, but only if acknowledgment of copyright and statement of limitation of use is included with the …

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FF7 – Scarletts Failure

Scarlet entered Rufus Shinra’s office with the weight of failure pressing on her shoulders like a thousand tons of steel. The vast executive chamber on the top floor, cold and impersonal, was bathed in dim light filtered through the towering windows. The long shadows stretching across the floor seemed to mock her, stretching toward her like accusations. She stood in the iconic red evening dress that had for years been a banner of her influence—a gown tailored for political galas and boardroom dominance, a garment that whispered confidence and power. Rufus was already standing behind his desk, hands clasped behind his back, posture rigid. His eyes were fixed on her with icy intensity. There was no need for pleasantries; their relationship was strictly business, and today, business had failed. Her mission had left Shinra exposed …

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BDSM Boot Camp 04

WARNING! All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY. Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content. All people and events depicted are fictional, and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Actions, situations, and responses are fictional ONLY and should not be attempted in real life. All characters involved in sexual activity in this story are over the age of 18. If you are under the age of 18 or do not understand the difference between fantasy and reality, or if you reside in any state, province, nation, or tribal territory that prohibits the reading of acts depicted in these stories, please stop reading immediately and move to somewhere that exists in the twenty-first century. Archiving and reposting of this story is permitted, but …

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The Hunt_(4)

This is where things seemed to speed up, adrenaline pumping through my body and blood filling my cock she was a blur of screaming pleasure. Once on top of her, I caught her tiny flailing wrists easily, and pinned her beneath me as her body frantically tried to buck me off. Easily outweighing her by a hundred pounds, I found this delightful and began to grind my erection up against the crotch of her skirt. It thrilled me,and I swtiched both her wrists to one hand, so I could cup her face. Contorted in paina and terror, tears flowed freely as she sobbed “please no” and other stupid nonesence. I looked at her hard in her eyes,and squeezed her face and wrists hard even harder. “Listen to me you little slut,” I raged, “you will …

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His New Toy

She wakes up in a small cell, her eyes adjusting to the dim light. Her breathing quickens as the panic sets in. She’d met Lucy for dinner, she had walked alone back to her car, and then her memory just stopped. Desperately she tried to cling to that final memory of pressing the unlock button on her car, but no matter how hard she tried she just couldn’t remember passed that. She closed her eyes, and counted to 10. She was smart enough to know her predicament, but willed the chains around her hands and ankles to disintegrate, to just be a vivid nightmare. “I know you’re awake” the voice cut through the silence like a knife. She started to cry, cursing herself internally, she knew there was no point crying yet. He was calm, …

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ANNA-BROOKS GETS OWNED, Pt.5

(Hello! This time I thought it would be fun to see where the Roberts Boys got it from. If you are not sure what I am referring to, please click my profile. Of the 12 multi-chapter stories written so far, 10 are about the Roberts boys and their sexual hi-jinks/adventures, so it’s high-time I wrote something about their Dad. This one incorporates a young lass’s introduction into BDSM, hope you enjoy it!) We lay there for a time, not sure how long. Finally, Anna-Brooks spoke. “Mike….that was….incredible.” I smiled and chuckled. Truth was, I did not know I still had it in me. “I know what it is…” I said, staring up at the ceiling. “What is it then?” she asked, rolling onto her back & doing the same “I allow you a safe place …

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Good neighbourhood. Chapter 1

Chapter 1. Dreaming of her boyfriend. A usual family that consisted of three persons moved from a small town into a big city. They were Clair, Tom and their 15-years-old daughter Kate. The life in the big city was much harder that they had ever expected. The family had lived well at their home town but here, in the big city, everything was out of control. Like Clair, Tom couldn’t find any work at all. it seemed that everybody wasn’t interested in their skills. No matter how hard they tried, nothing made it. On top of that, their daughter Kate had always been a popular party girl and she was constantly requiring some money for clothes, parties and so on. She just didn’t want to live like a poor girl. In the end, Kate was …

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First Taking Part 1

First Taking Sexual frustration I’m scrolling through the personals page, looking for something to stir my lust. There are pages and pages of people who think one-liners are all they need to grab a girls attention. I am ready to give up, when I see “I’ll Take You” the title isn’t much, but it peaks my interest so I open the page in a new tab. The post reads: I saw you getting into your little green Volvo. You were wearing black shorts, a red top, black bra and sexy black sandals. Your toenails are painted red, my favorite color, almost like you knew, your hair is curly, red, and sexy around your face… and your full lips were slightly parted due to the oppressive heat and humidity, they’re also red… And now you’re here …

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Lord Marchington’s Conquest

Lord Marchington’s Conquest I looked around the sitting room, where my sisters and mother and the aristocratic and haughty Lady Marjory and the flame haired Rose her tall spoiled daughter, were all looking expectantly at me and I laughed. “Mr Harnsworth,” Lady Marjory demanded, “What exactly do you find funny?” It was something my Father said many years ago, “John,” he had said to me in his kindly manner as I stood before him many yeas ago as a child, “I fear that you shall have to make your own fortune in life.” Which was so far from the situation I found myself in it was laughable. “Father?” I had enquired in confusion, make a fortune, surely father was a gentleman and I in turn should be a gentleman, indeed an officer and a gentleman …

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Hunger Part One

Maki closed the door of his hotel room and headed down the stairs to the street. The temperatures of the fall night were rather brisk and with the light rain misting down, the air picked up a distinctive chill. He pulled his head in closer to his body, trying to keep as much warmth as possible trapped in his trench coat and jammed his hands deep into his pockets. The clothing he was wearing led him to being warm, so it was done as a form of habit more than necessity. He walked quickly passing the other night-goers who laughed and talked and hustled up and down the street. He stuck close to the buildings, sliding past those who were on the fringes surrounding the surge of passersby who were headed in the opposite direction. …

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Belonging To Him Now, Yes

The telephone rings and she instantly feels herself getting wet when she sees his number on the screen. “I want you to come over and come inside when you get here” he commands and hangs up without waiting for her reply. She glances in the mirror to make sure she looks acceptable and gets in her car to drive to him. When she opens the door and enters, it takes a moment for her eyes to adjust to the semi darkness. The living room has been rearranged with simply a table, a chair and a blanket on the floor and lit only by candles. She doesn’t see him but knows that he knows she is there and he is watching from somewhere. She sees a box on the table and walks up to it. On …

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Softly K i n k y

I was shaking to say the very least as I unlocked the front door. She looked at me with a devious smile and grabbed my hand and dragged me up to my room. We both froze and while we were both at least somewhat experienced in this whole thing it just felt different than usual… something spectacular was about to unfold in this cramped little room. She turned to me, stuttering, “W-well?” Fuck it. I picked her up and threw her onto the bed. She let out a short yelp which was quickly silenced with a quick kiss planted directly on her, going long and deep. After the kiss was finally broken up she looked up into my eyes and groaned, “Holy fuck.” I leaned over her shoulder and moved my mouth right next to …

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amazing fuck

I lie on our picnic blanket and gaze up at the clear, blue, summer sky, my view framed by meadow flowers and tall green grasses. The heat of the afternoon summer sun warms my skin, my bones and my belly, and I relax, my body turning to Jell-O. This is comfortable. Hell no . . . this is wonderful. I savor the moment, a moment of peace, a moment of pure and utter contentment. I should feel guilty for feeling this joy, this completeness, but I don’t. Life right here right now is good, and I’ve learned to appreciate it and live in the moment like my sweet loving boyfriend. The strands of the flogger skim across my belly at an aching, languorous pace. “Have you had enough yet, baby”?Daniel whispers in my ear. “Oh, …

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The Love of Money II – Chapter 52: Friends in Low Places

“Mr. Wyn,” I said. “Thank you for inviting me.” Wyn chuckled. “Oh, we don’t do that here.” He pushed off the column and walked to meet me, offering his hand. “You can call me Nicholas.” “Aurelia,” the beautiful woman said, stopping beside him.  Her gaze traveled over me, and it was the same kind I would have given someone like Helen… or even Bobbi—slow, appreciative, and possessory. I found myself unable to meet her gaze for long without it becoming uncomfortable. Thankfully, Nicholas’s hand provided just the excuse I needed to look away. I grasped it and shook. His grip was firm, his stance open, and his smile was genuine and warm as we clasped hands. He had the kind of charm that immediately made me feel like we’d been friends for years. “Marcus Upton,” …

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Lady of the Lake 06

WARNING! All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY. Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content. All people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Actions, situations, and responses are fictional ONLY and should not be attempted in real life. All characters involved in sexual activity in this story are over the age of 18. If you are under the age of 18 or do not understand the difference between fantasy and reality or if you reside in any state, province, nation, or tribal territory that prohibits the reading of acts depicted in these stories, please stop reading immediately and move to somewhere that exists in the twenty-first century. Archiving and reposting of this story is permitted, but …

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