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Pain and pleasure

anonymous.slut 10 Comments

After many bad dates, tinder finally came through. Try to contain your shock.

Enter Mr. Grey, one of the finest specimens man has to offer. He exudes confidence and when he enters a room you can’t help but take notice. I don’t know what it is about him that ties my stomach in knots but it’s been a long time since a man made me nervous. I like it.

I ended up at his place the day after our first meeting. I think the agreed upon lie was that I needed a drink. He started off slowly, his mouth found mine and we made out more and more desperately. Finally, he put his hands between my thighs and started to explore just a little bit. After all the lead up it didn’t take long until he brought me to a loud, satisfying climax. He loved it, you could tell. It’s rare to have a guy who enjoys giving pleasure as much as receiving it but when it happens you better watch out – it’s a thrilling ride.

He let me keep my dress on as he started to kiss my thighs. Anticipation. He mixes pleasure with pain as he starts to bite me. I cry out. It’s been too long since someone has treated me like this. I try holding out as long as I can but Grey orders me to stand and, with minimal resistance, I comply. He removes my clothing and smiles as he takes me in. I blush. I’m shy at being examined by him but the urge to please is strong enough that I fight through it. Hands glide across my body but it’s evident he wants my ass. He pays special attention to it as he lays on the compliments. Does he know I’m putty in his hands?

He leads me to the bedroom and throws me on the bed. It’s a weird paradox… I can feel his dominance in every move but he is still smiling at me in such a lighthearted way. As he forces my legs open I cum again, I’m that turned on. He doesn’t even have to touch me and I’m shuddering in rapture. He’s certainly done this before. His tongue brings me to climax again and again. I lose control completely. I scream out my pleasure. I pound on his back. I try to close my legs. He keeps licking. He’s not even trying and it’s obvious that he is the one in control.

I push him off me in a feeble attempt to win some back. Im thrown back down. I take aim and hit him. Hard. In hindsight that might not have been the best move… or maybe it was. Judging from the names I’m being called it was safe to say I’m about to be put in my place. He lifts me off the bed by my hair and forces me to bend over on to the bed. Smack. Fuck. Smack. I’m not used to this anymore. Smack. It hurts. Smack. Smack. Smack. I can’t do it. I turn over to see him smirking. “That’s all you can take, slut?” I’m ashamed but I nod my head. I’m allowed up just to be put back on my knees. He forces himself down my throat and I gag. Me! I never gag! Tears in my eyes, he fucks my face harder and harder, accusing me of not trying hard enough.

Then the clamps come out. Crap. I lay on the bed as he fastens the first one on to my pert nipple. I gasp. The bastard is getting too much of a kick watching me writhe. The next one hurts even more. I fight the urge to pull them off myself, being a good girl is so hard. I can’t even describe the pleasure on his face at my pain. I call him on it and he just tightens the clamps as he calls me a brat. He takes my nipple in to his mouth and licks. Fuck that feels good. He pulls gently and my body feels like it’s on fire. Every time I get used to the sensation he tightens them, just a little bit. I’ve lost count of how much I’ve cum. All I know is, with him, it’ll never be enough.

I need him inside of me. I need to feel that cock fill me up. I tell him as much but he isn’t sympathetic. He makes me beg him. He’s won. He knows that. After he’s satisfied that he’s beat enough pride out of me grabs a condom. He pulls my legs up and rams in to me hard. I can feel my nails slice in to him as I beg him to fuck me harder. I can’t get enough of him. He takes me in every position. It’s a blur of arms and legs and kisses. I’m in absolute ecstasy.

Suddenly he pulls out and throws me on too the floor again. He rips off the condom and I start licking and sucking greedily, taking special care to give his balls enough attention. I’m rewarded. Fuck he has so much cum. I open wide and I still get it all over my face.

“Now you look like a used up little slut”

I couldn’t be more proud.

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Mr. Grey,
I know you’re reading this with a huge smile on your face. Remember that the next time you’re punishing my bratty behaviour.

Xox,
M.

Where will your day lead?

anonymous.slut 5 Comments

Your eyes lock from across the bar. You should be embarrassed and look away  but something holds you there. Her eyes, so dark you can barely differentiate the iris from her pupils, speak of longing. They speak of lonely night and boundless passion. There is something wise in there too, an old soul in a young body. You mind wanders in to the inevitable – what would you do if you had just half a chance at a night with her? You feel the heat rise and finally you can resist no longer, you go over.

A look can lead to a touch.

Her lips twitch slightly as she sees you commit to walking over. The playful smirk lights up her face and something tells you that you won’t regret your boldness. She’s going to be fun. As you make the obligatory small talk you’re surprised to find she is so well spoken, so intelligent. She is fun to talk to but there is something deeper, a type of strength you admire in a woman. Surely, this must be the drink talking, nobody is this perfect. As you go to push your glass across to the bartender your hand accidentally brushes hers. It buzzes. Tingles. Fireworks. The heat starts to rise as you take a chance and slowly grasp her around the waist. You pull her closer until her heartbeat touches yours. Your breaths catch in your throats.

A touch can lead to a kiss

and what a kiss it is! Electricity flows through you, sparks fly and cliches run through your mind at a million miles an hour. As the passion builds she parts her luscious lips to make way for your exploring tongue. Hands begin to wander and become more and more desperate to find flesh. When they finally meet their mark you feel her body tense as goosebumps begin to emerge. How can such warm flesh react this way?

A kiss can lead to a lick

You  manage to break free from each other long enough for your mouth to find the nape of her neck. Just a little lick…nothing much… You can feel eyes turning towards you ad she lets out a little gasp. Then a moan. She is turning to putty in your hands and you barely remember her name. This just won’t do. She’s been yearning too long. She needs it to end and you silently promise that it will be tonight. You grab her hand and pull her towards the exit. If only you could find somewhere more — then you see the alley. Not the most private place in the world (or the most romantic) but it’ll do. You throw her against the wall as she begs you  take her. She screams how she wants you. You push her to her knees as she fumbles with your zipper.

A lick can lead to a suck

Her mouth feels so warm as it surrounds you cock. This isn’t her first time and she isn’t afraid to let you know it by going deep and hard. She not afraid to gag and bring up liters of that thick messy spit you love so much. It coats you completely as it runs down her face down to her firm, perky breasts. She’s no longer begging for it, content instead to just make you happy. ‘Good girl’ you think. You lean your head back on the rough bricks as she goes to town. There’s nowhere her tongue doesn’t explore as she takes you all in. This girl loves what she does and it shows. She goes faster and faster, using both her hands and paying close attention to your balls. This must be heaven. Suddenly, you remember the look in her eye and your promise and you know that, no matter how good it feels, you can’t leave her like that. You have to give her what she wants, what she needs.

A suck can lead to…

anything you want. You put your hand lightly on her throat, she gazes up at you. Those eyes. You lead her up from her knees and push her up against the wall. You’re rewarded with another angelic moan. “Do you still want it?” you ask as your fingers push in to her warm wet pussy. You find no resistance and smile as you realize she is not wearing panties. ‘Good girl’. She moans her consent and you push her a little rougher. She pushes out her ass, presenting her sweetness to you. She is firm and shapely, an angel on earth. You enter her softly but she demands your strength, your power, your caveman instincts and you are more than happy to oblige. You thrust in to her as deeply as you can without anymore hesitation. Her screams of pleasure tell you she’s finally getting what she’s been longing for. You fuck her in to orgasm after orgasm. She turns in to an lust filled animal, so busy moaning she is unable to make out words. You fuck her until her knees give out and she can barely remain standing. Finally, when you are sure she has been given what she needs, you pull out and allow yourself the release. Warm cum explodes out of you on to her warm tits. you are both satisfied. The spell is broken.

You go to help her up from where she has fallen, she stops you. “Leave me…but can I get your number?” As you hand her your card you can’t help to feel something and know that this one is different. She is special and you are damn lucky to have taken that first step.

Where will your day lead?