Submission

Mary stood in her small kitchen, moving gracefully around the room while tending to her delicious concoctions. She loved to create tasty meals for her loved ones, and the food she made was showered in her emotions and love. There was no doubt in my mind that she took extreme pleasure in serving others such wonderful dishes. Her beauty was like no other, with her long flowing hair pulled back in a way that accentuated her gorgeous facial features, including her big smile.

This is the second instalment in my Chloe series and comes after "Chloe Steps Toward Submission" The first installment does not have a lot of sex in it but sets up the story and introduces the characters, as well as some characters I will use later. This story is a story I wrote for a friend, something for her to read and use to get off. Hopefully it works for you too.

"You can come in" He said, arrogantly standing in the middle of his living room in his jeans and un-tucked shirt. Such a simple sentence said to the air in general and still I feel it stab at points in my body; freezing me in place. My feet are rooted to the ground and I cannot go back or move forward. He comes towards me, crossing the area slowly and ever so steadily watching me.

This is a vignette of just 750 words for the Literotica 750 Word Project 2021. This story is a companion piece to Primal Prey but can be read as a stand alone (very) short story. I am trying to capture the raw nature of a consensual, primal dynamic in an existing heterosexual relationship, told from the man's perspective. ***** The reek of sex assaulted my senses as I pried my eyes open to look at the clock.

A/N This is the first of two stories I've written for the 750 Word Authors Challenge. The companion piece Primal Predator will be published in the next week. I have wanted to explore writing primal play and this challenge has let me attempt it. The story is a vignette and a sex scene between an existing consensual, heterosexual D/s dynamic. Primal Prey is from the woman's perspective. I hope I have captured the essence of primal play.

Masturbation on request or miss the World Cup Semi Final? I humbly chose the latter and apologised. Thinking that was enough. Thinking it such a small oversight. But Prim took it as a major slap in the face. It was Her cock and She would not be denied by a mere football match, even if Her orders to me were to do it in a sleazy pub toilet. I still turned up for our rendezvous the next day and prayed She would too.

"Knife-ears, Knife-ears!" The children ran around the street shouting the name over and over again, laughing amongst themselves as Allisa walked past them, her armour clanking with every step. Allisa scowled at the little humans but she didn't dare do anything else. Were this Severterzem, her home, even the youngest of children would bow their heads when a noble such as Allisa walked by. Proper respect was ingrained within the dark elf culture, but clearly humans lacked the same values.

Author's note: I'm glad people have enjoyed the first part of my story! As a recap, Allisa has come to Elswick to submit terms of trade to the Bishop, Sera, and has been soundly humiliated by the human. I hope the second part lives up to expectations. It's a little juicier than the first! * "Good girl," Sera said. There was the creak of wood and Allisa turned to look over, but a hand held her head in place.

The Third Prequel: A House Wife's Tale The College Days I love it when they stare... and your father stared a lot. He found me at an odd time in my life, then again, isn't every teenager in the transition to adulthood confused in one way or another? You see I was what you'd refer to as an over achiever. I guess I always have been. Always top of my class, always taking over every single project or activity I did, I sought perfection because I felt imperfect on the inside, incomplete, therefore I over compensated on everything I did.

"Can I tell you something?" He asked her. They were standing in the corner of a room filled with drunk college students who were drinking, talking, and dancing to the loud music blaring from the speakers. "You are the prettiest girl at this party." The statement surprised her. She was wearing baggy jeans and a black long-sleeve shirt, and she wasn't wearing makeup. Other girls wearing short skirts and tight jeans, halter tops and tube tops.

"I hope you enjoyed that orgasm, slave," my Lord says quietly, "You will not have another until next Sunday, over a week away." "Why, my Lord?"I ask, my voice a tad too high, a little scared. "Because you were such a slut last night. Because it pleases me. Because you will be in agony. All. Week. Long." It isn't the first time we'd played this game. I'd once had 6 weeks of orgasm denial that turned into two months because I accidentally came with him on one occasion.

Lost and Found It was a chilly morning as I was walking in the park. Aside from a few morning joggers, there weren't many people, or at least this part of the park. I passed the graffiti-covered obelisk; before heading to the park bench. As I sat down, I looked at my watch; it was precisely 7:00 AM. Nervously I rubbed my hands as I looked to the left and then to the right.

This is a less explicit but equally intense version of our short story "The Chair", enjoy... --- Eve stands in front of the apartment. Her naked thighs are cold from the wind swirling around the edges of the her long coat. She pulls the coat closer around her and shudders. Her heart races as she raises her hand to knock on the door. She pauses, hand raised, then knocks. Her nipples harden immediately.

I attended a small get-together amongst friends. We were all very aware of each other's involvement in the lifestyle. We were to bring 2 friends who were, also lifestyle friendly. These guests were to be strangers to the others invited to the gathering. There were fifteen people in total that night and 2 of the hosts were lounging on the couch. I sat on the floor leaning against the couch, lounging as well.

He stared at me with those piercing eyes that everyone feared. They bore into you from the front of the lecture hall and there was no where to hide. Everyone feared it, yet why did I feel that tumbling in my belly. As he came closer I grew hotter, till I was sure my cheeks where flushing and he could see me tremble. It was a heady combination of fear and lust that consumed me whenever I saw him.

M/F, light bondage You are a princess. Kind of a plastics princess. You don't have a care, drifting from shop to shop, just handing over your platinum card. You are wearing tailored grey pinstripe pants that sculpt your shapely bottom. Black boots with a nice raised heel. And a soft sweater that clings in all the right places, draping your womanly curves. As the clerks ring up your purchases and fills the bags, your driver is right there.

The true story goes something like this: I am a lawyer, he is my client. He is in prison and I go to see him. We sit across a small table; the seats remind me of preschool and we are far too large to take up such a small space. I have to ask a guard if I can hug him. The guard, disgusted, says, "Yes, if you'd want to."

The last time he had messed up was a difficult one. She had demanded that he stand there before her and lower his pants to his ankles. Hes shorts and pants there on the floor, he stood there standing. His rock hard penis pointed at her erect twitching. There he stood with her eyes upon him. It was difficult not to feel self conscious and he was so overwrought, he feared he may cum as he stood there.

I wrote this story as a homework . All characters in it are 18 or older. I hope you enjoy reading it... I was lying on my bed reading a book. I was so lost in it that I didn't hear Daddy entering the room and walking towards my bed. SMACK! Within seconds I was sitting on my bed, looking up to him. "Is this how a girl should behave when her Daddy enters her room"

I kneel on the floor in front of you, sitting relaxed on the bed. I'm staring at the thing in your hands. It's a small, black velvet drawstring bag. I've never seen it before, and whatever is in it can't be very big, but you're looking pleased with yourself. I'm not stupid enough to say it, but that makes me nervous. "Do you want to see?" you ask. I nod, licking dry lips.

I love transatlantic flights; some people hate the long boring hours, but not me. Life is what you make of it and while for some a Boeing 747 might be a place filled with half sleeping people, it was something completely different to me. This plane is my hunting ground. The pathways between the chairs are like the open places in the forest where the deer find their way. The business class is like a pond in the middle of this forest were the most luscious and well fed deer appear, so open and vulnerable.

There were no preliminaries. He plainly had a very clear idea of what was going to happen. Following usual procedure, Eve set her bag down and quickly stripped. Her pussy was immaculately bare, and she presented it, spreading its wet pink with her fingers. She turned, bent, reached behind her and clasped the cheeks of her arse, pulling them apart to present her anus. She pushed out the tight dark hole as he liked.

Author's note: This is a true story. I'm writing it for my girlfriend's birthday who is into BDSM as much as I am. Enjoy. I met her on a warm day in the late fall of the pandemic. We were both masked but she drew me in for a hug anyway. It was our first date at an upscale local restaurant. I connected with her on a dating app, and though dating during CORONA is a masterclass in awkwardness, that night was smooth like her legs.

She awoke groggy, a little confused. Sore. Jesus, her shoulders and neck were sore! Left thigh, too, from where she's slumped against the bathroom floor. Wrists chafed a little from the cuffs. Her head still hung in the toilet bowl, where some of her hair now hung down to dangle in the mix of water and urine there. The toilet seat still rested on her shoulder and upper back. How long?

"The thing about a great beginning is that there is no such thing. We carry ourselves around in this world, letting things fall on chance, and we hope that this is a great beginning. Just like I did, with You." said Joe the first time he confessed his love for Lizzie. A great beginning for a love story right? Well, ask Lizzie about that and her Reddit profile, where she posts stories about her sexual fantasies and asks advice about a marriage that never had anything but vanilla sex and faked orgasms.

1323 words about creating and beta testing our basement playroom. Lillian, Jamie and Lisa were 18, Kristin and Eva were 18, and Paul and George were 20. *** Jamie helped me get the basement ready. We swept it out and mopped the floor, then we moved a lot of stuff around to clear the center of the space. There was a drain right in the middle of the sloped concrete floor with a shower head over it.

A 1688 word short story about a game we played introducing one another to the wondrous joy of abject sexual submission. Lisa and Jamie were 19, Eva 20, George and Paul 21. *** We were born in turbulent times, and we grew up during the war that wasn't an "official" war in Vietnam, it dominated our childhood and the resulting economic downturn dominated our adolescence. We had just graduated from high school and rented a place together down the road near the Junior College in Llano.

Copyright 2021 Premise: Liz contemplates the practice of nyotaimori, or body sushi. * * * * * Part 4 Jack tied rope around Liz's wrists and fastened them to the legs of the table on either side of her head. A pillow supported her head, which Liz thought was kind of Jack, to think of her comfort. Earlier, before she climbed on the table freshly showered and naked, they debated the position she was to be tied in.

Looking for Adventure ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Dear Readers, As always, thank you for choosing to read one of my writings. I appreciate your support, love to read your comments, and hope you enjoy the read! ~Apple ~~~~~~~~~~~~ It never ceases to amaze me, even after six years of teaching university level courses, that at least one student will think they're smarter than you. In an age where universities and professors have software to scan papers and pick up on key words and plagiarized thought flow analysis, you would think they would stop stealing from people's works.

I stood, under the dim light, my neck bent and my hair parted at my nape. I could hear his steady breath caress the back of my ear. For a very brief moment, his fingers touched mine. My breathing grew faster, I instinctively held my breath. He, however, continued moving mechanically as if performing an experiment he studied routinely. His steady and skinny fingers appeared suddenly next to my ears and gently pushed my hair behind them, never touching my skin.