Inspired by missub_69.
"Don't be coy with me," I snap. This makes you flush I notice, so I keep going, "just because you are submissive doesn't give you the right to be passive aggressive." Now you duck your pretty face because it's burning. "Tell me what you need or I leave you in here some more."
"I need you to use me."
"Louder, what was that?" I wrap the metal knob of my flogger on the cage.
Author's note: All story elements contained herein are fiction and for fantasy purposes, remember to obey all legal and consent laws in real life, thank you and have a nice day.
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Ophelia could barely stand.
The hot water cut across her throbbing skin, the lingering effect of being exposed to Daddy after so long away.
The sweat and cum he had soaked her in sluiced away under the pressure of the shower before long, she leaned back to keep it from her face and hair.
This story jumped up on me. It's not what I was planning to write next, but it's what came out. This is the second entry in my series In Media Res. While both stories are standalones, we're dropping in on the narrator of "Juxtapositions" 10-15 years down the track.
If you dive in, expect an intense scene of public group sex with multiple anonymous partners, partner sharing, knife play, heavy impact play, some verbal degradation, and piss play.
Jake and Anna were destined to meet one another. They were married to two relatively vanilla partners: Jake to Sarah, Anna to Scott. Jake and Anna, though, were anything but vanilla. Jacob had an interest in domination, while Anna had an interest in submission. Jake had been married to Sarah for about seven years, while Anna and Scott had been married for about three years. Jake and Anna had tried introducing their respective partners to their interests, but to no avail.
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex.
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Reader note Tess O'Meter -- Red.
I am naked.
My wrists and ankles are stretched painful away from my body, muscles starting to quiver from the strain.
I don't know how long I have been here; it seems like all day.
It's all a bit blurry really.
Last night, as I was walking back to my hotel, I passed some local guy who smiled at me.
He tugs at my arm and pulls me up to stand against him. Hands in my hair, tilting back my head so our faces are close. Staring into my eyes, stroking my hair away from my face. He waits a moment before kissing me lightly, slowly at first, ever quickening into something deep. And building, inevitably, into a fiery and desperate desire to be closer.
Then he breaks away from my lips.