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My Tales as a Submissive to a Master Part 1

I wake in the morning, bright eyed and bushy tailed. The sun is coming in through the window and cascading softly against the bed. The weather report said it was going to be in the mid-eighties today and not a cloud in the sky. It was the perfect today to go for a run. The alarm hasn’t gone off yet, so Derek is still snoring softly beside me. I quietly get up, switch the alarm off and get ready in my running clothes. Since it was going to be so warm today, I decided to wear just a sports bra and running shorts. I put my hair in a long pony tail, brushed my teeth and I was about to walk out the door. Before I go, I give Derek a quick soft kiss on …

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New Neighbour Introduces Himself part 2

New Neighbour Introduces Himself The shower turned on with a violent twist of the knob. Too hot, but I barely flinched as the water cleaned his scent from my skin. Lavender body wash foamed between my thighs, bubbles catching on tender flesh. I hissed when my fingers brushed the raw spot inside, he’d split me a little, the sting mixing perversely with the heat coiling low in my belly. The mirror fogged over, but not before I caught my own blown pupils, lips still parted around silent pants. Work passed in a blur of poured beers and forced smiles. My bar apron hid the fingerprint bruises on my hips, but nothing could mask the way I jumped whenever the door jingled. Between orders, I caught myself staring at the exit, half-expecting his broad shoulders to …

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The Fetish Bar Pt. 3

The Fetish Bar by Vanessa Evans Part 3 It was a little chilly as we walked to the underground station and I put my arm around Sara to share some heat. My arm had ‘accidentally’ pulled her skirt up over her bare butt, but the street was just about deserted apart from a few cars passing by. I hoped that the passengers enjoyed the view as much as I knew that I would, The underground station was quiet, and so was the train. I sat next to Sara on one of the long bench seat at the side of the carriage, Sara with her knees wide open, but no one entered the area. We were both disappointed. We talked about the evening, both of us asking if the other had any regrets, or if we …

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Midnight Rendezvous

Sometimes all I want is a good fucking! No feelings should be involved, no emotional connection and no strings attached. Just pure unadulterated, animalistic sex. I wonder what it would feel like to meet some stranger at a social gathering and have him take me somewhere quiet so he could fuck me silly! I have this fantasy of meeting a complete stranger at some sort of club. We’d make eye contact from across the room and the immediate attraction between us would be undeniable. I’d be wearing a simple black spaghetti strap cocktail dress. I have perfectly rounded and firm 36C cup tits. There’s no need for me to wear a bra. I would only be wearing a black lace thong. My 6 inch high heel sandals would be black and strappy. They would definitely …

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Raping Silk

Michael had planned the night well. He had told Silk he had to stay late for an a meeting and so she had said she would meet him later at his house but that she had to stop by her apartment to pick up a few things. This was perfect for Michael’s plans. Silk had mentioned that the idea of rape sort of excited her. A controlled situation where she knew there was no real danger. Michael knew many girls actually found this erotic and didn’t mind indulging her fantasy, but he also knew it worked best if it was early on in the relationship. While Silk trusted him fully the newness of their relationship added a certain element that allowed this fantasy to work best. Michael said good-bye to Silk around 5:30 telling her …

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Singing Jasen’s Song: Part 1

They had a plan, like most bands did in smaller, more intimate places. There were songs that were meant to be song to girls, and that’s how they performed them. When that song would come up, they would each find a girl in the audience and sing it to her, but only a few lines could be directed to a single girl before both would move on to another. Neither ever stayed with the same girl during the entire duration of a song, and once their eyes left one girl, they would never find her again. That was the rule. Jasen never broke it. Hank was a little less observant of it. The reason for it was simple, the “love” songs were slower and a bit less interesting for the audience. Eye contact, however, got …

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Yukio’s Adventures Part 3

*** Hi All! Thank to everyone for their positive feedback and desire to see me continue this series. A special thank you to Widegarth2112 for kicking me in the butt to continue this series again. I hope you enjoyed this third instalment. To shadowreaper267, thanks for all your comments and inspirational diversions. To Ghostrider939 thanks for the encouraging PM’s and support.*** Character Refresher: Yukio: The main Character. Has just started at a new high school in America. Sex is like a drug to her. Despite her best intentions to be a good girl she has been very naughty. She is Japanese. 16 years old, 5′ tall, and weigh 105 lbs. Her hair is long, to the small of her back, and it is a deep black colour. Her eyes are brown and large. She has …

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Warehouse Ghosts Part 1_(3)

So, this is my first try at an erotic work. Please let me know what you think and I hope you enjoy! “A little to the left… yeah, perfect.” I smiled up at the mover, taking in his muscly arms and well toned physique. He shot me a flirtatious smile as he moved away from the couch and I tried to conceal my blush. How long had I been boy-deprived? Taking in his partner, equally large in size I re-phrased my thoughts. How long had I been man-deprived? “So, that’s everything.” I nodded at him before thanking them both. As they exited the apartment, pockets slightly heavier, I took in the view. It was a studio apartment, no walls or doors, and with light streaming through the large windows. It’d once been a warehouse, but …

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The House of Many Bodies Part 4

We went a week without getting back in the machine. There was something about it the change that was strange. The night after the reveal we laid in bed thinking about changing, but we realized that we could almost feel the bodies we had, although we had changed back for friends that were in town. We had talked about changing all day, but for some reason, laying in bed naked, looking at each other, we simply couldn’t do it. Every night we found ourselves in the same spot, naked, expecting sex, and then too afraid to enter the machine. The other thing was that it seemed like all our sexual attraction had to do with the changed person, not each other, so none of the nights did we find ourselves engaging in sexual games. A …

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CELEBRATING AN ANNIVERSARY

Both of us pleased with the attention our still attractive forty-year old naked bodies attract from same sex, lascivious women and male voyeurs while watching us two exhibitionists making love, fucking for their voyeuristic pleasure. An extra turn on for me with the men and women watching turned on by my still shapely, size-12 plus, curvaceous body, my generous hips and still firm, dimple free, big ass, long firm thighs and good tits. Our audience of women and men watching turned on by my man’s toned, masculine, gym body, and the size of his erection. A bonus for me when I first had him, so big, so thick, so virile, almost ten-inches for me when I first measured him. I can still recall the first time my man and me had swaps, sex with another …

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TEENAGE BOY FOR ME WHILE MY MAN WATCHES.

“I would love to baby. I have just the man who I see at the gym who I am sure would be keen to meet you. Garth is only nineteen, six-feet tall, he has a very athletic build, and his is rumored to be bi-sexual, and I almost forgot, he is hung, really well hung.” I am Sarah, of French descent, in my mid-forties, bilingual, fluent in both French and English and as I recently discovered with a little prompting from my man Roger, bi-sexual, though I didn’t need a great deal of prompting. I have a high sex drive, I am to please and be pleased sexually, and I love having sex with an extra person watching, male or female. Even a male and a female watching. I have a tacit agreement with my …

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Poppy Chapter 1

He gave her enough time, then entered the room. She stood obediently in the middle of the room, waiting. His opening of the door startled her and she jumped. She tried to compose herself, hoping He hadn’t noticed. She was nude, gloriously nude, standing with one knee bent slightly, the other straight as she used the last of her modesty to try and hide her sex from Him. Her right arm was bent with her hand on her opposite shoulder, trying to cover her breasts. She met His gaze and read His disapproval. She slowly forced herself to lower her arms. She displayed herself proudly but she knew to keep her head slightly bent down, her eyes lowered. He started His inspection, as he slowly walked around her, beginning with her feet. He could see …

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Popping Janes Cherry

“Ahhh ahhh mmm, come on” I mumbled to myself, while I was masturbating before I had to go to work. I was never able to cum, to orgasm at this point in my life and I was 22-years-old. I didn’t understand why I couldn’t cum already. I tried everything to achieve it, but nothing worked in my favor. Well never mind my thoughts,. Now it was time to get ready for work. I needed to look sexy for my boss. So, I slid my navy laced panties on, after I pushed my butt plug into my ass and slid my vibrator into my wet pussy. I tossed the remote for my vibrator into my workbag. I always hoped that maybe one time, even if it was a random time, I might orgasm. So I tried …

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Owning Amaryllis part 7

[“I’m expecting some packages today. Be careful.”] [“If you want to play with yourself, do it on the couch so I can watch.”] Amaryllis read the last text over and over again, an uneasy feeling growing in the pit of her stomach. She wasn’t sure what she had gotten herself into by giving into her desires with Carter. Not only had she left him fuck her this morning—and wanted him to do so!—she even followed his demand that she not clean herself up from their session this morning. She didn’t know why, not like he could have known or done anything about it if she had, but she simply pulled on her underwear and changed into shorts and a big t-shirt. She felt it leaking from her all afternoon, soaking into her underwear: a constant …

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Lesbian to Escort and back again ?

My Story is true (the names are not), it’s not finished as the journey continues. Its the diary/ blog of a young Lesbian Asian American girl (me) who bored with conservative living in the USA breaks away to travel the world and find herself. The story is long so I can’t post it here, but here’s the link to my blog, I hope you read it. It’s free and not spam. http://www.blogger.com/profile/05948741421379569440 A snip from the last post/ page: On return ing to Kunming we relaxed, messed around and did “normal person” things. One evening Gemstone gave us all a red envelope each, Lotus, Flower and Happy smile, obviously knowing it’s content. I asked what it is, she replied a gift from the last weeks organizers. Inside was $10 k USD !!! I was shocked …

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New Neighbour Introduces Himself

The doorbell rang at the worst possible moment, just as I was preparing the coffee beans with my pajama bottoms tangled around one ankle. Juggling the coffee grinder in one hand while hopping awkwardly to free my trapped foot, I nearly face planted into the kitchen island when the doorbell buzzed again, longer this time, insistent. “Coming!” I lied through gritted teeth, finally kicking the pajama pants into the laundry pile by the fridge. The door’s peephole revealed a guy shifting his weight between polished boots, his knuckle raised to ring a third time. I yanked the door open mid-buzz. “Jesus, give a girl a…” My voice died when I got the full view: broad shoulders straining against a black tee, forearms corded with veins that made my bartender brain immediately calculate how many kegs …

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The Work Conference

We arrived in San Diego fifteen minutes ahead of our scheduled landing time. The thirteen of us on this flight all yawned as we pulled into the arrival gate. I looked at my colleagues and they, like me, looked exhausted. I undid my seat belt, wrapped up the extension piece I had asked for and stood up to get my overhead luggage. I was relieved to get my size 18 body out of that tiny seat, my legs felt like stone from the five-hour flight. I grabbed my carry-on and my purse before heading to the exit. I walked off the plane, the sun setting over San Diego as I walked towards the baggage claim area. “Hey Veronica, they got us a shuttle.” my co-worker Brian said. “Thanks, as soon as my bags come, I …

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Not a normal girl

Mai was sitting in her class finishing a test by herself; the teacher had taken off early to catch a flight to his spring break vacation. Mai was a B student at the moment, but in past years she had been an A student nearly all the time, she was retaking this test so she could raise her GPA, get into college, do the whole 9 yards. Her parents supported and trusted her enough that she had no curfew and could do almost anything she felt like, despite some unruly past decisions. Her friends were similar to her, hard-working, wanting to get high GPAs, the only difference was that she enjoyed going out at night, doing fun stuff. She however was a somewhat insecure person and couldn’t really enjoy doing these things unless she had …

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The Fetish Bar Pt. 1

The Fetish Bar by Vanessa Evans vanessaevans.netlify.app Intro. This story is a sort of continuation of ‘The Perfect Match’ which is the story of the romance between Sara and Dylan (me), from us meeting at University to living together in a little house in London’s suburbia. If you’ve read Perfect Match, you will know that Sara is a natural, subservient exhibitionist and I am a voyeur who loves candualism. I really do love watching Sara show her naked body to as many people as possible, and letting them do all sorts of things to her to make her cum. You will also know that Sara is a 23 year-old, skinny blonde who has small tits but big pencil eraser size nipples that are the same size as her permanently protruding clit. Both Sara and I …

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Raunchy Room service

You would make the reservation and get there before me, late in the evening. Set the room up with a bottle of wine and something for me to wear, then leave a package with the front desk and spend the next half-hour at the bar. I would arrive alone, accept the package, and go up to the room. I would take a shower and change into the clothes you left, then drink a little wine and prepare the room. Put the toys you’ve left in the bedside table, as though they’d been there naturally, then pull the blindfold over my eyes and settle in to bed. You would open the door with your key and slip inside, pulling it closed behind you. I’m panting on the bed, terrified but oddly aroused. I pretend I’m asleep, …

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