Abbys eyes popped open.
She heard the noises again.

No. Its late. I think you should go home.

But you're so sexy. And you look so hot.

I said no.

Abby sat up in bed. She heard her roommate and her date in the living room.

Come on. Just a kiss, he said.

No

I bought you dinner and drinks.

Im not in the mood. Let go of me!

Oh come on!

Abby crept to the door and ***red out.

Her roommate was scuffling with her date.

He grabbed her and started kissing her face and neck.

She was trying to push him off.

Abby ust watched through the small opening in the door.

He grabbed all over her body, and kissed her face and neck.

Stop! No! I don't want you!

He grabbed her hair and pushed her to her knees.
She struggled, but her hair was gripped tightly.

He pulled out his semi hard cock and rubbed it all over her face. Slapping his cock on her face.

Whack.
Thump.

The slapping sounds were louder and harder as his cock swelled.

No! Stop!
She spit on his cock.
Stop!

He pulled on her hair hard. She opened her mouth to yell and just as she was about to make noise, he jammed his cock all the way down her throat.

Muffling her protest.
Gagging her with his cock.
Using her mouth for his pleasure.

Abbt just watched her being used like a whore.
He used her for his pleasure.
Jerking her head back and forth on his cock.
Tugging her head.
Wet gagging moans coming out of her mouth.

Abby felt her pussy tingle.
Abby slide her fingers into her panties and rubbed her clit while she watched her roommate get her mouth fucked.

He fucked her mouth with long hard strokes.
Both hands on her head.
Using her wet mouth for his cock to be swallowed.

He pulled his cock out of her mouth and slapped it on her face.
Stop! She yelled

He pulled her hair and back.
He spit into her mouth, then put his cock in.

Abby came as she rubbed her pussy watching her roommate getting used like a street where. She had to cover her own mouth not to make a noise as her body pulsed and her pussy throbbed.

He stood her up and bent her over the back of the couch.

She was facing Abby

Please no! She protested. Im not on birth control.

He ripped her panties and shoved his cock inside her.

She screamed out. Fuck. Its so big. Please stop. You're stretching me out.

He grabbed the front of her shirt and ripped it open.
Grabbing at her tits. Pulling them out of her bra.

Uh. Stop. You're hurting me

Abbys roommate was facing her as she was getting tucked from behind

Abby was on the edge again.

Their bodies slapping together. His grunts. Her screams.

Abby came again watching her roommate get used.
Watching her roommate get fucked hard and fast.
Watching her roommate struggle and get overpowered
Watching her roommate get used.

He pulled out and flipped her over headfirst off the couch.

She landed with a thud.
The roommate was laying right infront of Abbys door.

The guy stood over her and jerked his cock.
The roommate just laid on the floor. Totally dazed.

He shot his load all over her face, chest and clothes. Making a huge nasty mess all over her.
He moaned out, you fucking slut as he came.

Abby came again as she saw her roommate covered in cum. She couldn't get enough.

The guy squeezed his cock and the rest of his load dripped out onto her.

He zipped up his pants and said, wow, that was fun. You good?

Uh huh, she replied.

Cool. I will call you and we can do it again sometime he said.

Sounds good. She replied.

Abbys mouth was gasped. She ran into her bed and proceeded to rub her pussy to cum and fall asleep.

The Cold after Fire

The night was amazing.

The physical sensations hit exactly where they were supposed to.

The *** landed just right.
The touches were neither too hard nor too soft.
Just enough.

The orgasms kept coming.

The control settled over me so perfectly that eventually there was nothing left to think about. Nothing to manage. Nothing to hold together.

Just obey.

Feel.

Exist.

Mental pleasure tangled with physical until I couldn't tell where one ended and the other began.

Endorphins flooding everything.

His voice rasping across my skin almost as clearly as his hands.

Every command sliding into my ears and sinking somewhere deeper.

Do this.

Stay.

Take it.

Good girl.

And fuck...

It feels like the highest rush.

That strange, beautiful place where your body is exhausted but your mind is floating somewhere above it. Where *** becomes pleasure, control becomes freedom, and for a little while the entire world shrinks down to sensation.

Touch.

Voice.

Breath.

Him.

Nothing else exists.

Until it does.

Because then comes the drop.

Maybe right away.

Maybe hours later.

Maybe tomorrow.

Maybe two days from now, when everything has gone back to normal and you think you're fine.

That's part of it.

You don't always know when it's coming.

There isn't some neat countdown.

No gentle descent back to earth.

Sometimes one moment you are still floating...

and the next,

Cold.

Shivering.

Empty.

Everything that had been flooding through me suddenly withdrawing at once.

The hands are gone.

The commands stop.

The intensity disappears.

The endorphins begin slipping away.

And my body notices.

Fuck, does it notice.

It feels almost like withdrawal.

Like being ripped from somewhere warm and dropped into cold air before your body has remembered how to regulate itself.

Everything that felt so full suddenly feels hollow.

Everything that was quiet becomes ***fully loud.

And the same body that had been happily taking *** can suddenly feel unbearably fragile.

That might be the cruelest part of drop.

Nothing has to have gone wrong.

The scene can be incredible.

The pleasure can be real.

The orgasms can leave your legs shaking and your brain blissfully useless.

You can have wanted every fucking second of it.

And still...

Drop.

Cold.

Shivers.

Emptiness.

And sometimes it passes in a few hours.

Sometimes it lingers.

A day.

Two.

Long enough that you start wondering why you still feel strange when the thing that caused it already feels far away.

That's the part no one can schedule.

You don't know exactly when it will hit.

You don't know how hard.

You don't know how long it will stay.

You only know the high was real.

And so is the crash.

The sudden aching absence of everything that had been surrounding you.

The highest rush...

followed, whenever it decides to arrive, by the body quietly asking,

Where did everything go?

Fiend’s Art Of Pushing Boundaries ♾

My dearest little kitten, let me explain in a tender way
The difference between pushing and trespassing, in this feeling we display
It's like going to the gym, my dear, demanding a bit more from yourself
Feeling the fatigue, but never trying to break or hurt yourself

Pushing the limits, with care and respect for your very own
In the same way, feeling the satisfaction of flying, completely blown
Within a sea of sensations and emotions, untamed and wild
It's an extreme and intense feeling, like nothing you've ever compiled

And it's all within this dynamic, where our souls and hearts collide
Where boundaries are cherished, and our connection does abide
For the limits are yours, Mia lei, and I will always honor them
In this realm of trust, respect, and care, where our souls never condemn

In this BDSM world, it's a dance of passion and affection
Where our spirits intertwine, with a burning and intense connection
So let me guide you through the depths of your own desires
With care, respect, and a fiery passion, reigning in these fires

Our souls, they dance to the rhythm of a tender, emotional tune
Engaged in this mental commitment, in the light of a silvery moon
It's a love that transcends the physical, reverberating through our souls
A feeling that's sensual, deep, and respectful, where passion freely rolls

So, my sweet little kitten, embrace the intensity that we hold
In this tapestry of emotions, where our desires remain bold
For in this feeling, we find comfort in the depth of our connection
Binding our souls, in an intricate and passionate affection.





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😇 Be Nice And Play Nasty 😈

New friend whispers: “I’m wet for you”

Forgetting my worries, lost between your thighs.




(7 word erotica)

Not bound physically, but willingly held in place, legs spread, just a hint of her hips thrusting upward. Her eyes tight closed.
The stranger leans forward and whispers close to her ear “what do you want?”.
All thoughts of her husband are gone, there is nothing in her mind but the need. Focused on one thing.
A trickle of liquid rolls from her.
He leans in closer, she can feel his breath on her.
So quietly that she can hardly hear over the rushing of her ***.
“I asked you a question”
She pauses, knowing that this is the point of no return - her Rubicon. But she knows that she has already decided.
“To come”
“Louder”
“To come”
She is soon shouting out her need, oblivious of the surroundings.
She begs: “Please, please, make me come”. He reaches forward, gently removes her ring from her left hand and presses it hard against her clit. The act ***s her over the edge that he has held her on for what seems like hours.
“Oh that’s it. That’s it, I’m coming, it’s so good”

The Tango Of Shadows And Surrender ♾

Beneath the velvet shroud of night,
where stars dare not to tread,
I find you waiting, trembling, bright—
a flame I’ll claim, my little girl, my thread.
The air is thick with whispered vows,
a symphony of breath and skin,
your eyes, they plead, they dare, they vow—
tonight, the dance of dominance begins.

I.

How dare you stand so unafraid,
yet trembling like a leaf in storm?
Your beauty, a weapon deftly played,
a paradox of fire and form.
How dare you smile, so soft, so sly,
as if you know the depths I crave?
Tonight, Mia lei, we’ll touch the sky,
and I’ll plunge you into the darkest wave.

Close your eyes, my little one,
let the silk bind your wrists like fate.
Feel the collar, cold as the moon,
a symbol of the trust we create.
You are mine, my captive, my muse,
my canvas, my symphony, my art.
Tonight, I’ll ***t you in hues of use,
and carve my name upon your heart.

II.

The valley of pleasure is vast and deep,
a labyrinth of shadows and light.
I’ll guide you through its secrets steep,
through the shivers, the gasps, the night.
Your skin, a map I’ve longed to trace,
each freckle, scar, and curve divine.
I’ll steal the secrets of your grace,
and make your primal instincts mine.

Feel the weight of my handcuffs, cold,
as they kiss your wrists with steel.
Feel the collar, a story told,
of surrender, of trust, of zeal.
Your body, a temple I’ll consecrate,
with whips and chains and tender touch.
Your soul, a flame I’ll elevate,
through the fire, you’ll burn so much.

III.

Passion is a beast that cannot wait,
a hunger gnawing at my core.
Your throat, my poppet, I’ll dominate,
as I’ve dreamed a thousand times before.
Open your eyes, but do not speak,
let your gaze betray your need.
I am the storm, you are the weak,
and I’ll plant my flag where you concede.

The whip will sing against your skin,
a melody of *** and bliss.
Each strike, a note, a hymn,
a symphony of surrender’s kiss.
Your nakedness, a shining prize,
a treasure I’ll claim with fervent hands.
Your moans, darling, will be my cries,
as we ascend to where ecstasy stands.

IV.

Give yourself, my little girl,
let your body learn my touch.
Feel the heat, the ache, the swirl,
of a fire that burns so much.
I still don’t feel you, not quite yet,
your walls are high, your ***s are deep.
But I’ll break through, I’ll pay the debt,
and claim the secrets that you keep.

Your skin will learn my caresses,
my hands, my lips, my teeth, my tongue.
Your soul will wear my fingerprints,
a song of dominance unsung.
Give yourself, my prisoner,
without condition, without ***.
I’ll take you to the edge, and further,
where pleasure and *** are crystal clear.

V.

This is not just flesh and bone,
not just a game of give and take.
It’s a bond that’s carved in stone,
a union of souls that nothing can break.
Your submission is a gift, not a loss,
a treasure I’ll guard with my life.
Your trust, my dear, is the bridge I’ll cross,
to a world beyond the strife.

Tonight, we’ll dance the tango of shadows,
a dance of power, of trust, of fire.
Your body, my canvas, my sacred meadow,
your soul, my muse, my deepest desire.
We’ll explore the nuances, the shades,
of dominance, submission, and grace.
We’ll write our story in the glades,
of passion, of feeling, of embrace.

VI.

And when the dawn breaks soft and pale,
and the night has had its fill,
I’ll hold you close, my little girl,
and whisper, “I’ll always cherish your will.”
For this is not just a fleeting flame,
not just a moment in the dark.
It’s a bond that bears no name,
a spark that lights the eternal spark.

So give yourself, my little one,
to the dance, the fire, the night.
For in this world, we are undone,
and in each other, we find our light.
Tonight, my kitten, you are mine,
and I am yours, in every way.
Together, we’ll cross the endless line,
and in the shadows, we’ll forever stay.







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😇 Be Nice And Play Nasty 😈

Hello very open minded kinky bi guy here always had a fantasy to be a personal boy toy sex slave dressed up like a kinky little bitch slut slave to serve a Master or Mistress

Standing in the kitchen taking a sip from my coffee, it’s almost time to leave for work.

She stands across from me, her mind racing the moment her eyes opend this morning.

Her long brown hair in a sexy mess, hangs down far enough to almost touch her round ample ass, and what an ass is it.

I take another sip of my coffee and take out my phone and pul up my work number.

I select my managers cell number and hit TEXT

Frank, its Roman, I know this is last minute and you know I never do this. My section runs fine when I’m out & you know that brother 😉

I’m taking the day off, pull it from the 80 hours piled up in my PTO

I’m taking care of my Suzie-Q today.

SEND

Another sip & I place the cup on the counter.
Walk slowly & silently up behind her.

Messy hair and dressed only in panties & one of my t-shirts she has no idea how beautiful she looks to Daddy.

I wrap one arm around her waist & the other one swings up and guides my hand over her mouth.

I catch her startled scream in my palm.

Ssssshhhhhh quiet Baby Girl, the kids are in the other room, I whisper in her ear.

She leans back & I feel her melt a little.

Mmmmmm, I fucking love how much of a horn god you are Daddy, she says with a tinge of frustration in her soft voice. But I can’t baby I have to get the kids to school and then…

I lay my hand over her mouth smoothly.
Like Daddy’s good girl she goes silent.

I whisper in her ear, my voice melting her even more… Daddy’s taken the day off today, I woke up today and have been very STIFF and need to see the nurse, after I drop the kids off at school I’m paying a visit to the Nurse.

She suddenly breaks away and goes to the doorway and calls out. Okay kids you’re going to school early, Daddy’s taking you! Lets go!

She turns and pounces back to me with a big smile and her eyes are all lit up. She plants me with a deep sensual kiss and palms the bulge in my pants.

She pulls back with my lower lip in her teeth then releases it. Thank you Daddy she whispers, I’ll be dressed and ready when you get back.

I smile knowingly and say, I want the latex outfit, with the cute little nurses hat. Pull out the toy box too.

I’ll be back soon, I say. Daddy needs some good medicine baby girl.