She lies just beyond the edge of touch, In soft shadow and muted light, Eyes half-closed, lips parted, Yet her warmth feels far, like a star in the deep night.

I reach, fingers brushing her shoulder, Her pulse a gentle echo under skin, But my heart skips, stalls, Bound by a cage only I feel within.

The silence speaks in tender words unsaid, Her breath a rhythm I long to follow, But doubt, like a whisper, lingers and spreads, Turning passion to echoes, leaving me hollow.

In her gaze, I see the welcome, the want, And I ache to bridge this chasm I've made, To be closer, fearless, held and seen, Yet here I remain, in shadows that won’t fade.

A grip in darkness

Eyes locked in pleading whimper

Willingly plundered

This liminal night

He swells with spirits long gone

She exorcises

She comes through your door, unexpectedly at dusk, radiating want.

naked and alone, he enters her vacant soul, her touch ever cold

A thrill that hums beneath the skin, A chase, a spark, a dance to win. To stalk with words and wits unbound, Yet honor her when she’s been found.

Eyes sharp as blades, but hands held kind, The hunt, the draw—a master’s mind. To seek the thrill, but know the grace, And cherish more than just the chase.

To capture hearts, but not to cage, To bring her fire, yet soothe her rage. Each step a tease, each move a throne, A queen to rule, yet not alone.

For in the hunt, there lies a vow: To earn her trust, to make her bow— Not from fear, nor force, nor shame, But from the honor in the game.

here we all are now lined up in black little rooms maybe she’ll come soon…

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The pace wasn't fast, but it was forceful. Abrupt. Grinding. Dazed from sensation, but no ordinary beasts; Our bodies stroke, amidst goose-feather blankets– skin meeting skin, deep enough to drum a rhythm, sinking into every needy hollow, glazed by the moonlight.

Our flesh commits to dance: doggystyle. Undulating in the absence of thought, saturated sheets brought by friction, our site of fresh forms gliding. Each inhale carries the scent of us, in the coarse code of passion, bawdy moans and pheromones: a sign of reception and reciprocated desire.

Night delves towards dawn's light. Still, we keep on. Fucking. Necking. Even our bones are ravishing, cum is elegant, smeared across the blades. Hips become a hilt when wielded as weapons. Enflamed, our wet sounds erupt like the steamy quench of the hottest rod. As two bodies thrashing on instinct – baste, every dip in the pot stirs a greater frenzy.

Caught in this act of play; a masterpiece, I use my hands and tongue to paint, my wonder in your panels. You're my wish at the window, set against a backdrop of stars. I'm the hearth in which you strike your spear. As natural as wresting the sword of Excalibur, my king – as we hail from the depths of a mattress, There, Came-a-lot!

There is a calmness that comes from letting go, giving over all control to another. Yet at the same time chased with a thrill that only it can match.

I gave myself over to you and you used me well, called forth such delights from my flesh I could never have imagined. You made it sing from tip to root and that note reverberates right through me.

I've been on the other side, the sculpter the one in control. I wore it like a mask and wore it well. Yet you saw through it to the malleable me beneath all that.

I give myself to you, I am your clay. Love me, make love to me, make love of me. Call anything you need of me from my flesh and leave me forever changed.

The sun had set hours ago, casting a dark shadow over the city. I stood in front of my full-length mirror, adjusting my black lace bra until it was perfectly aligned with my nipples. My gaze lingered on my reflection, admiring how sexy I looked. As I turned off the lights and headed into bed, I couldn't shake the feeling of loneliness

Suddenly, I heard a knock at the door. I rose, wondering who could be visiting at such an odd hour. When I opened the door, I found two tall, handsome strangers standing before me. They introduced themselves as Alex and Ryan, explaining that they were in town for work and had mistakenly arrived at the wrong apartment.

I invited Alex and Ryan inside, offering them a couple of beers. We sat down on the couch, chatting casually, when I noticed Alex catch Ryan's eye and nod towards me. Suddenly, I felt a thrill of anticipation. Was it possible these two were interested in me?

As we continued talking, I began to feel a warmth spreading throughout my body. It wasn't long before Alex leaned forward, his eyes locked onto mine. "We didn't really get lost," he whispered. "We came here looking for you."

My pulse quickened as Ryan moved closer, his hand reaching out to trace the curve of my neck. "And now that we've found you," he said, his voice low and husky, "we don't plan on leaving anytime soon."

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Autumn leaves covering the excess of intimate vitality.

Grey skies, like a mantle, conceal hidden desires.

Yet another transition into this forced serenity,

yet another cycle of the never ending madness

that takes over the flesh in the Summer heat,

only to make it sing with a forbidden voice of pleasure,

never ending pursuit of fluids and frictions and frightening

ways to lose one’s mind over the primal necessity of being.

Yes, only a momentary loss. A daring to be human and free,

to firmly oppose control by this ever surveilling mind,

ceaseless, subjugating rationality that keeps the order.

But the semen, the indecency, the obscene,

the backstage of this whole ordeal that orchestrates

a resemblance of normality with a clear face,

that too will crumble by the heat of the bodies

until the river once again flourishes

and the naked rain secures another season

of the contained madness of a sexual being.

dress spread for my eyes
lily white panties brown thighs
first date summer sex

Hi I'm looking to get a feel for who is still around. This sub was set up with some goals in mind however it is definitely stagnating. This is just a step to see who is still about amongst our members and what your interest in the sub is.

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Something

sexy

about restraint.

See him,

the hardest tool

he wields

himself.

He screwed me,

pounded even,

till my body bore signs

across my ass, my thighs

and inside.

​Breath, life, gasping, strife, we grasp and clench, fighting the battle between control and ecstatic loss. Wanting to plunder, needing to be taken, an unending ocean of waves, rolling with pleasure, desires, need, teeth. Take, be taken, a vicious cycle of greed, needing flesh, pleasure, lost in need. Bodies entwine, buck, wild, fucking, lost to the night, and the lustful divine.

clutched in my moist palm,

so grand,

beginning to wilt, still hot as a brand,

drizzled with slick in silky strands,

You,

thought to be finished,

still, stand.

slipping down for a deep, wet kiss,

I bat my eyes before parting my lips.

my throat is stuffed,

now You,

make the noise.

I fellate, You praise…

I like broken poise.

soiled and sultry, big wide tongue

we cross eyes but I–

hold my lungs.

one more day of 'down the hatch,’

soft and warm, each hole a match.

loose and low,

grasped turgid head–

desperate, I swallow,

You writhe on the bed.

there sparked lust, ignited hoe!

a pull out presentation: the anointed sow.

Of late we've only had one user advertising their long form fiction which is not really what this sub is about.

We have a good number of members, so what would inspire you to start making contributions again.

Alternatively if you are a lurker just here to read others short form fiction that'd be good to know aswell so we can see if we need to bring in fresh writing blood.

whispered words
across your body,
i write my desire
on your skin.

my fingers are scribes
of erotic patterns,
tracing elegant designs
from your shoulders
to that valley of
virtuous flesh.

i want you;
i crave you;
yet you deny me
that which we both
yearn for.

i can touch
with tongue
and fingers
but you leave me
hanging

on the edge.

This scene was written for another reddit-or. Enjoy, darling.

After our sleepy morning fuck, I go for a run. It’s cold out, cloudy, not the best weather to go running, but I do it anyway. When I come back, you’re in the kitchen, making breakfast. I enter through the side door from the garage that leads right into the kitchen. I open the fridge, take out a bottle of water, and chug down half a liter. My heart is still pounding. Then, I rest against the kitchen island and watch you. You’re making your morning smoothie. Some greens, banana, frozen strawberries, and… my contribution from this morning. You made me come in a cup before I went running. You’re dirty like that.

I catch my breath, heart still going a mile a minute as you add some oat milk to your smoothie and then… drip my come in at the end. I can’t take my eyes off it. How it sinks into the liquid, heavier than the milk. God, the way you make sure it’s all in the blender, no drop left…Like it’s no big deal at all.

Then you blend it. It’s the little bullet blender I got you for your birthday. “Good run?” you ask sweetly. I nod silently and take another sip of my water. You finish blending, unscrew the top with the blade in it and grab a straw made of glass. You swirl it around, mix it up. Then… you suck on it, drinking your protein-filled smoothie. Your seed smoothie.

My lips part at the image. You rub your big, pregnant belly and smile. Oh my God. I can feel the tension build inside my body, my cock thickening at the thought that you’re actually drinking my seed.

“How… is it?” I ask.

“Really good.” You swirl the straw around again. “I’ve got your breakfast ready too.” I look over to the set dining table. Toast, eggs, cheese, fruit, and some yogurt. So good. You’re the best fucking wife any man could ask for.

“Thank you…” I look back at you again. You drink it like it’s no big deal. But it is to me. To be able to contribute to your health. My seed not being wasted. That’s hot as fuck.

This scene was written for another reddit-or. Enjoy, darling.

My mind has been consumed with thoughts about breeding you all day long. Jumping from one scenario to the next…and then, when you send me a screenshot of your fertility app, I am gone-gone. You’re ovulating today. Today. I am horny, restless, my cock always on the verge of getting fully hard. At work, I even consider going to the bathroom to rub one out, just so I can clear my head. Instead, I try to keep on working. But it is close to impossible. Especially when you send me a selfie with your fluffy cat ears on. Oh my God, girl, what are you doing to me?

Six hours later, I’m at your place. I know you’re upstairs, on your bed, ready for me. I took a quick shower when I got home, threw on some casual clothes, and then raced over so fast that I exceeded every single speed limit on the way. I unlock the front door to your house, take off my shoes before I make my way up in quick, determined strides. I’m in grey sweatpants and a white shirt. No jacket. Not even underwear. I’ve been hard ever since I got into my car. The pressure is on. I know that the first round will be hot and heavy and fast, but then I’ll be more relaxed, have more endurance. 

I just really need to plant my seed deep inside you now. 

I make my way to your bedroom and when I open the door…the sight I am greeted with makes me cruse, “fuck. me.” You’re on all fours. Back arched, bum up, the tail from your butt plug resting along your right bum cheek. I step in and examine you on the bed. You lift your head to look at me, but you don’t speak. Good little kitten.

You told me you wanted to be my sweet, innocent kitten tonight. Held open on the bed, trapped, unable to move.

So I reach for the restraint on the bottom right, wrap it around your ankle, and fasten it. Then the other side. As I do so, you meow at me. Jesus Christ, I can’t with you… When I am done, I brush my hands over your bum cheeks. You’re tied in place. Can’t escape me now. Fuck… I clap your cheeks, watching them jiggle…then I trace my fingers through your soft tail, completely spellbound by you on the bed like this. 

“Look at you,” I comment and grab your hips to pull you against the hard bulge beneath the fabric of my sweatpants. “Little kitten desperate to get bred with a healthy litter…”

My partner message me today and asked me how my day went [Me] I had some workmen in to lay some cableling so i was on my hands and knees showing them where I wanted it putting. [Him] what else was you doing on your knees [Me] Been filled with cock and cum [Him ] how many [Me] To be properly filled i need ar least 2, 1 in my cunt and 1 in my mouth [Him] what size cocks [Me] 2 at 7" definitely filled me [Him] 2 in your pussy [Me] God no they wouldnt fit [Him] did they try [Me] yes but I said no [Him] They must of been fat 7 inch dicks then [Me ]They certainly were and definitely filled me up [Him] how did they fuck you [Me] Bent over a desk with 1 either side filling me up [Him] What did they do to you [Me] Bent me over the desk, 1 behind me and 1 in front of me, didnt even shut the door so anyone could have walked past and seen, After a while they had me to lie on the desk, head hanging over the edge and carried on fucking me in both holes. They would occasionally pinch my nipples and spank my clit, they mainly spanked my clit when i was on the verge of cumming. They kept swapping places to make me suck my own juices of their cocks, and then wanted me drain their balls [Him] How did you drain their balls [Me] Well they just carried on fucking me like that untill they were satisfied then 1 pulled out and came over my pussy then the other came on my tits [Him] what did you do with their cum [Me] apparently whores dont clean up so i spent the afternoon covered in cum [Him] What did the blokes do after they covered you in cum [Me] Had me sucking their dicks clean [Him] How did you do it i want details [Me] i used my tongue up and down there dicks then moved down to make sure there balls were nice and clean again using my tongue before finally taking them in my mouth to make sure they were extra clean. While i was doing one the other was alternating between spanking me leaving my ass a nice shade of red, playing with my nipples and rubbing my clit

Ok so Last night after quiz night i went to another pub, I was horney and i needed someone to help me out as my master said im not allowed to myself. When i got there, there was a big group of men, far more then i could handle so i looked for a corner out the way and saw a smaller group of 4, these were dressed differently so assumed they were not with the other group . I went over and asked which one of them was going to buy me a drink and then sat down and leaned forward giving them all a good view down my top.They all looked and smirked and went to get me a drink, 6 or so drinks later, i was feeling a little tipsey and started touching the blokes either side of me, I slid one of them out of his trousers and went under the table to suck his cock, the others must have realised as before i knew it i my hair was being pulled and used to guide my mouth to another cock. After swapping me around for a bit i got back up and asked of they wanted to go somewhere to carry on? Again they smirked and got up so i followed them to another room and quickley one of them locked the door and the other pulled my. hands behind my back and said i was going no where and they were going to fuck me where we were, told them no chance so they tore off my clothes and tied my hands behind my back pushed my to my knees and filled my mouth with cock .Another went behind me and reached round to spread my cunt open for everyone to see and the other 2 played with a nipple each, with my cunt open it took about 5 seconds for my cunt to start dripping for everyone to see and my clit started throbbing demanding attention before long i felt the cock filling my throat and start to twitch then his warm cum on my tongue but as he was cumming he pulled out covering my face and my tits. I expected another cock to immediately take his place but i was pulled up, told that was only a warm up and i best be ready, next thing i know im bent over amd surrounded by 3 large cocks. Then all at the same time every hole was full of cock I had 1 buried and filling my ass, another in my cunt and the final one was balls been in my throat. After giving me a few seconds to adjust to being stuffed they all started pounding me Infront of the other bloke who was wanking off and just kept going, only pausing when i was about cum.They all seamed perfectly in sinc, stopping and starting at the same time, keeping me right on the edge, almost going mad with hornyness. Then they seamed to speed up just a little before i felt all of there cocks starting to twitch, with 1 final thrust each of they all emptied their balls filling every hole with cum. One of them untied me, another chucked me his shirt as my clothes were torn amd went back to their drinks. Meanwhile i had to make my way home in nothing but a white shirt and heals and cum dripping out of me.

The male leads.

The male controls my very soul.

My experience, the man would never think to know.

A woman's experience,

The Man chose.

My Males will never understand the queer experience.

My males keep me covered.

My ripped jeans were ripped out of my pleading hands. You're not allowed.

You're not allowed to wear who you are on your sleeve.

You don't even have a sleeve!

Your sleeve is to remain hidden.

You're not allowed to wear who you are.

'You'

simply, are not.

Your youness, is to be squashed.

Less than a secret - nothing.

And then they bestowed upon me the draping robe. I slip my nakedness through, and I show it to my oppressor.

My essence and myself will never show, they thought.

His gaze lingers,

my moist finger traces

a gentle Heart-shape on my skin

where I want Him.

Lower your gaze,

He's trained.

And lowers He does!

And I leave

My robe floating, hugging me

as my shapeness floats away.

I know He feels a tingle in between His legs.

I know His thoughts are filthier than mine even.

He

uses words like

Cock.

Meat.

Bitch.

When it's just Him and the Lord.

When He thinks about me.

And after his last stroke, he strokes his beard and complains to his wife - a beautiful soul - and his children - his sweet young children - about the queers and the women, and the youngsters.

The young hide and squash.

It's still early for them,

but they must start young.

They bestowed the robe onto me.

My essence and myself will NEVER show.

But the way it compliments my figure.

The way the thin cloth grazes my bare thighs

as I bend over to pick up: Everything I've Dropped.

I'm so clumsy.

Always dropping things. Always bending.

Bow to the Lord was the decree.

Now I bow lower,

my Freedom enters me.

15 years,

my wrists uncuffed.

9 more,

I'm roughed up, stuffed.

I unlove,

I'm now loved.

Now I'm voluntarily cuffed!

My inner thighs cling to my disguise.

My forced disguise.

The wetness dries as glue,

and sticks to my stride.

The wet from my cries,

The Open Of Eyes.

Now I'm consciously cuffed!

I offer me as your prize.

The new jubbah has unlocked

A Wild Side of Me.

I used to be that freak bitch in a black thobe.

Now they know me differently,

The Freaky Bitch with the Dropped Robe.

Last night I was high on weed and asked my fiance to give me a handjob. She was reluctant at first but said yes only if she could continue watching tv.

She got the lube out, I pulled down my pants, and she started stroking me. She then would web my dick between her fingers trying to get all the line off her hands. It felt so good.

She was giving the perfect pressure and grip and was stroking me fast and continuous. She was not into it at all but was doing it to get me off. It was actually fucking hot watching her completely ignore me but jerking me off.

My whole body would tease up because it felt so good and naughty. She would apply more lube and I would imagine her tight pussy lowering down on my dick. Perfect wetness.

I started to think about fucking one of my girl friends and how wet she would be. At this point I don’t think my fiance would care if I fucked another girl - I just won’t tell her.

These ideas would again make me tense up and I finally came! It trickled out of my dick hole and she only noticed because she felt warm cum drip down her hand.

I wasn’t finished yet and told her to keep hand fucking me. She kept going with and I came two more times.

My body was floating and I felt bliss.

She got up and washed her hands for a couple minutes. She came back and I thanked her for it.

It was the best handjob and sex act I have ever felt ☺️

I can’t wait to do it again where she just ignores me but keeps on hand fucking me.

In the evening, we often watch an episode of a show together. Once the credits roll, I grab a book and he gets ready to play video games. He sits on the couch, open his game, and I sit next to him resting my head on his stomach or thighs. As we both engage in our respective activities, his hand will often find its way down my waist, under the blanket and then touches the soft skin of my thighs. I know what’s coming, my breath stops for a moment and his hand finally reaches the little furry patch on my pelvis. He absentmindedly plays with my hair while playing his video games, not really thinking about what his hand is doing. I try to keep my attention on my book as his fingers casually explore the delicate flesh between my thighs. We stay like this for an hour - me reading, letting out soft moans from time to time, and him playing with me and his video game. Sometimes I’ll reach up with my hand and distractedly play with him as well but most often than not I do my best to keep reading while my body craves him more and more…

I love pussy and I cannot lie. When I am idle, I while away the time with thoughts of pussy and the fall of the Roman Empire.

Smooth, waxed pussy, not a hair in sight. Hmm - delectable. So innocent and yet so naughty. A simple unassuming presentation. But the simplicity is superficial. It belies the pain it took to prepare a bald pussy for my consumption. I love running my lips up and down, up and down the bare skin of her labia. My tongue darts out here and there and feels nothing but skin, and perhaps a beaded droplet of her arousal.

Shaved pussy, with a hint of a stubble. I am a sucker for texture. I love running my stubble against hers, feeling her resist against my grain and then comply. I love how it tickles my tongue as I lap up her slit. And when I press my tongue in deeper, demanding, she opens her soft, wet, warmth to me.

Pussy with a landing strip or a Bermuda triangle. Like a cute ticklish napkin for the mess I make with my dinner. Need I say more?

But.

Most of all, I adore what I can do - not to - but with a pussy. When my lover is shy about her own pleasure. Self-conscious. Inhibited. Oh, yes. She fucks me with abandon. She's on my dick like a parched traveler on a well. Like a wart on an evil witch. And yet, when her pleasure is center-stage, she is shy. No, she says, what about me? She wants to make me feel good. But pussy does make me feel good, I counter. She's unconvinced. The longer I go the more tired I'll get, she prevaricates, and I won't feel good.

Bull fucking shit.

I love holding her face in my hands. Forcing her eyes into mine. I am going to eat your pussy. Each word is a swagger on my lips. It is for my pleasure. I will lick your pussy because I want to, do you understand?

I love it when she acquiesces. I make my way down between her legs and pry her thighs apart. My fingers dig into her flesh. My eyes never leave hers. I flatten my tongue and give her one long, slow, hard lick. She shudders. I hold her hand and guide it to my hair. I nod when I feel her palms find purchase on my scalp. Deliberately, I descend on to her flesh.

This time, I begin anew. Slow. Methodical. Wet. Forceful. Drawing circles in a practiced rhythm. Pushing my lips against her clit with each stroke. Oh, no, there's no time for delicacy. I feel her grasp tighten on my hair. Yes, she breathes raggedly. My face buries itself harder into her flesh. I am close to suffocating. I like suffering for my art. I can feel her legs tighten around my head. I grunt my assent, using my hands to push her legs in further still. She is encouraged. I feel the tension leave her body. I can feel her writhing to the tune of her body. Her fingers may well uproot my hair. My skull hurts from the pressure. I. do. not. relent. Her body wants to escape. I am stronger. I hold her down. My tongue runs rough sloppy laps on the underside of her clit. My upper lip massages her hood. She could pop my skull at any instant. Luckily, I am bull headed. I sputter in air in between slurps. But I do not let go. Her gasps have become wanton animal moans. Our slop is running down my chin. Good. I am thirsty. She thrusts her pubis into my face, crushing me against her. My tongue hurts, working for its supper. I. do. not stop. Yes, yes! I growl into her wet cunt. It reverberates through her body up to her throat where it comes out in an almighty scream. Her back arches. Her legs shudder. Scream turns to outpouring of gibberish and air from her lungs. Spasm. And another. Choked, out of breath, eyes seeing stars, I am here for it. I do not let go until she pushes me away.

We are spent. I am sated.

Orgasm. La petite mort. The little death. Hers, and mine.

Author's note: A repository of my other writings

His pulsing member in my mouth.

My lips curled around him.

Sucking the very life out of him.

His breath quickening.

His body convulsing.

He cries out.

Collapsing down onto his back.

His breathing slowing.

Heartrate dropping.

Body laying limp and still.

Eyes closing.

All signs of life leaving.

As the breath gets more shallow.

I get curious.

My fingers explore.

I find pulse is faint now.

No life to be found.

Slowly my mouth encircles him again.

I breathe gently into him.

My mouth to his member once more.

The pulse quickens.

The groan is audible.

His body moves.

A shiver of life as he sucks in air once again.

Breathing the life back into him, after I drained it out.

It’s cold beyond the eiderdown. Frost draws a forest of ferns on the panes of the window and beyond that the world is in an unrelenting white grasp.

Here with you there is such heat that we could be sat at the hearth or lying amongst sun baked greenery in August.

In the embrace of your limbs, amongst this heat, I melt. You render me down to a puddle of myself and dip fingers into that liquid me. I am stirred by you into a frothing bubbling thing.

Steam must surely be escaping the sheets. I make a high sharp sound like the boiling neck of a kettle on the hob.

You chuckle and throw the sheets off us and the cold air brings me sharply back into form and thought.

I watch you walk away from the bed, I could swear the ghost of that steam still clings to your hips.

“Tease,” I call out to you.