He approaches her from behind and cups her breasts. Trailing his fingers over her t-shirt, he seeks out her hardened nipples while pressing his bulge into her ass. Continue reading “Cold pleasures”
“Did you ever watch that show Sex and the City?” Liz asked Jack one day.
They were sitting on Jack’s sofa sharing a platter of sushi and sashimi. The TV was on in front of them displaying a selection of movies on Netflix.
Jack glared at Liz.
“Of course not, that’s a chick’s show,” he responded.Continue reading “Liz and her outlandish kink”
- Prequel Emerging submission – she declares she is submissive and won’t lead or initiate
- First part Silky bondage (part 1) – they experiment with light bondage for the first time
She’s lying there, naked, with a fully dressed man straddled on top of her. He had just tied her arms to the headboard above the her head with silk scarves, not too tight, but leaving her unable to reach for him.
She longs to reach for him. To pull his head toward her to allow for a kiss.
Does he want to kiss me, she wonders while watching his face.
He in the meantime is checking the knots he secured on her wrists with the scarves. Then, he glides himself backwards until he straddles her knees, and looks at her. Continue reading “Silky bondage (part 2)”
This is a sequel to Emerging submission.
“Have you ever done this before?” She asks him with just a hint of trepidation.
“Yes,” he responds simply.
She wants to know more details, but isn’t sure how to ask.
They’re in the bedroom. She’s standing next to the bed and he’s rummaging in the bottom drawer of his dresser.
When he gets up and turns to face her, he has some long, silk scarves in his hands.
“He wants me to initiate,” she blurts out of the blue.
We’re sitting on the couch, devices in hand, chatting and casually reading our screens.
I glance up from my phone and focused on her face.
“Sex, you mean?” I ask her. Continue reading “Submissive awakening – part 1”
He finally got his wish, I thought.
I turned around for him.
I could feel his eyes on me, from several feet away. Scanning me. Looking, but not touching.
My behind, bare and curvy, within reach of his touch. Continue reading “Seductive exposure (part 4)”
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He stood by the dresser and watched me react to his command.
Turn around, he had said earlier, startling me out of my reveries while standing there nude and exposed. I had just stripped for him, slowly and provocatively. Continue reading “Seductive Exposure (part 3)”
The continuation of Seductive Exposure (part 1).
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Sliding the panties off my hips revealed more than just my nudity to the man whose bedroom I was standing in.
It revealed a shyness I knew I needed to conquer. Or at least acknowledge as an acceptable part of my vulnerability.
He watched me from his position by the dresser. His body was rigid; only his eyes followed along as my hands peeled my panties past my knees.
When they reached the floor I slowly stepped out of them.
“Take off your clothes,” he simply stated, in that matter-of-fact, confident tone of his.
I stood in the middle of the room and looked around. Continue reading “Seductive Exposure (part 1)”
The knock on her dorm room door was loud and pronounced. She didn’t recognize it…her girlfriends usually knocked quieter, more demurely. As if they expected to interrupt her studies. Or something else.
She opened the door and saw Tom standing there. Tom from first year, who lived in the adjacent hallway down from her room. They were both sophomores now, and he, like her, was still staying in the dorm despite many of their friends having moved off campus.
“You gonna let me in?” he demanded in a deep, raspy voice. Continue reading “Demeaning dorm sex”