Sometimes it takes the right person to unlock a whole different side of yourself.
I’d gotten there much earlier than we’d planned, I’m anxious like that. I fidgeted in my seat for what seemed an inordinate number of minutes and wondered if I’d been stood up before ordering my second Old Fashioned. Then Erica walked in with Dean, and boy was I smitten. Like jaw-hit-the-table and tongue-went-lolling-about smitten.
Erica was forever trying to hook me up whenever we weren’t together, which was on, off and some other times in-between as well. We indulged each other’s fantasies while at the same time managing to not fall in love with each other. If there was ever…
Erotica
Routine doesn’t have to mean boring
She likes sex at night, in the dark. I like sex during the day, in the sunlight. With blackout curtains, we compromise at dawn.
Pad downstairs, pour two shots, vodka for her, Irish whiskey for me. We toast, and fall into each other.
I scratch her back, she scr.. sucks my dick. Mutual pleasure-giving at its finest. It doesn’t take long, and she lets the cum dribble from her mouth back onto my cock.
She lays back, lifts her thighs and spreads her folds, wanting, craving. I duck down eagerly, like bobbing for apples, instead it’s my tongue that’s lapping…
Careful who you trust
The man stirred groggily, his head clouded and heavy. The crackling of burning wood was hot and loud, with the billowing smoke enveloping him, making his eyes tear up as they fluttered open. The cabin was on fire!
Less than an hour earlier, the cottage had been filled with Lorraine’s throaty moans. On her knees she had suckled greedily at the penis in front of her, using her hands to cup the testicles and stroke the shaft. If there was one thing she was good at, it was making men happy, and Voyle was a very happy man right then…
A routine video conference call becomes a lot more challenging.
For a week I’ve been telling Nicole about the presentation on Tuesday morning. It’s all I’ve been living and breathing for days now, putting together data from various departments and working at it like my job depends on this Zoom call. It likely doesn’t, but it will certainly help me get noticed. I’ve bored her off her tits reciting my spiel over and over until I can say it with my eyes closed. I watch her as I speak, and even though she grimaces when I insert awkward work-related puns, I keep them in my speech, more for me than…
A collection of 12-word stories written for the daily @Storyin12 prompts on Twitter.
My entries more often than not have a BDSM and femdom angle to them, enjoy.
What better way to finish off the decade than fucking at midnight?
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Finish, Dec 31st
She had him on edge, not letting him finish, prolonging his agony.
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Finish, Dec 31st
The condoms discarded on the floor told the tale of her night.
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Condom, Dec 30th
They kissed hard, lips bruising, tongues dueling, teeth clashing, and hands grabbing.
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Clash, Dec 29th
Gold jewellery did nothing for her, diamonds however were her best friend.
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Gold, Dec 28th
The country estate she inherited…
A collection of 12-word stories written for the daily @Storyin12 prompts on Twitter.
My entries more often than not have a BDSM and femdom angle to them, enjoy.
She accosted him in the doorway, face against the wood, “clothes.. off!”
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Doorway, Nov 29th
Her perky nipples stood proud, like lighthouses on a pair of islands.
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Island, Nov 28th
She was not above sharing, allowing them both to pleasure her equally.
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Sharing, Nov 27th
“Hello, what’s this?” she said, playfully nudging his erection with her foot.
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Hello, Nov 26th
His eyes flew open, a stranger’s hands had joined hers stroking him.
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Stranger, Nov 24th
The silken fabric of her…
A collection of 12-word stories written for the daily @Storyin12 prompts on Twitter.
My entries more often than not have a BDSM and femdom angle to them, enjoy.
She was the devil incarnate, getting exactly what her black heart desired.
#Storyin12
Devil, Oct 31st
She was drawn by her demure nature, the opposite of her usual.
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Opposite, Oct 30th
She’d plotted out a wicked night of passion and entrapment for him.
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Plot, Oct 29th
“Don’t.. stop..” she moaned, legs flailing as the overwhelming orgasm overcame her.
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Moan, Oct 28th
She trailed the rose over her breast, letting thorns catch the nipple.
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Thorn, Oct 27th
She had to discipline him…
A collection of 12-word stories written for the daily @Storyin12 prompts on Twitter.
My entries more often than not have a BDSM and femdom angle to them, enjoy.
I opened her up with my tongue, and let out her demons.
#Storyin12
Demons, Sep 28th
Some measure of quiet solitude is quite necessary for contemplation, and masturbation.
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Solitude, Sep 26th
She trembled as the buzzing wand brought her closer to the precipice.
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Buzz, Sep 24th
Her plump lips, ripe with wanting;
His erect rod, into the slit.
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Ripe, Sep 23rd
Every session together seemed a quest to test his, and her, boundaries.
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Quest, Sep 22nd
She liked him; naive, but…
Celebrating 500 weeks of Sinful Sunday!
Just because Locktober is over doesn’t mean teasing and denial comes to an end.
Besides, we all know a bratty sub needs some discipline to keep them in line while doing chores.
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Happy 500th Anniversary to the amazing Molly and the wonderful people who contribute to Sinful Sunday every week. Click here to see what everyone’s posted for this special occasion.
The lockdown has changed us all in different ways
I wake up to the email from work, and I am filled with a cold dread.
All employees are expected to return to the building starting next week.
I’ve been fortunate enough to be able to work from home during this period. However, right at the beginning I discovered that long hours of being online in a dull, data-entry job do tend to let the mind wander. …
