The problem Flash Fiction Friday is one of my favourite memes but it is the only meme I participate in that doesn’t have it’s own badge; SinfulSunday, WickedWednesday, TMI Tuesday, EDK, KOTW et al all come with their own badge, but FFF doesn’t. So I asked Advizor54 if I could create one. He said yes, …
An MMF bisexual threesome the night before a spicy semi-final leaves our man confused
“….He prepared himself for me: the losing man rubbed the slippery water-based lube into his arsehole for me, subjugating himself and readying his body for my penetration. The pillaging of his vulnerable arse, given meekly to me after he lost the battle….”
Recently, the lovely people at Uberkinky provided me with a Strict Leather Ride Me Mouth Gag to play with and review. Indeed, out of all the toys I have reviewed in the past year, it was this one that I was most excited to play with: I enjoy my breathable gag we bought many moons ago and this is the next step.
I must confess my wife and I are not normally fond of foreplay/sex board games; in our experience they often possess a lower build quality to “traditional” board games, and the structured rules ruin the spontaneity of the foreplay. The constant stop-start nature between the board and your partner becomes disjointed, and we have just …
Short erotic story: a man spanks and fucks his submissive wife.
“…She’s mine: the acceptance of my collar is the acceptance of my domination. Her eyes swam with excitement the day I first fastened it: savouring the symbol of her submission as she stared lovingly into my eyes. A new connection between us, a new bind holding us tightly. A powerful, never-ending commitment to each other….”
Flash fiction about a sexy vigilante.
“…Naked, with a black eye mask and a red shoulder-length wig. He screamed: they both did, but the neighbouring rooms had heard screams and yells all night. We know she shocked them with a taser, using the period of their immobility to tie them up and gag them….”
A pornography shoot with a cum-eating, chastity-wearing man and a rather, wicked woman.
“….”He’s so big …” She cried loudly, more for the camera than for me. She glanced at my restrained cock, caged painfully in a clear plastic prison for her entertainment. His fierce grunts signified a barrage of cum being pumped into her pussy…..”
A man on Pussy Patrol meets a rule-breaker but she has the last laugh.
“…But I wasn’t the real enemy: her lust and arousal were. The trembling cock ring was delivering unrelenting vibrations to her sensitive clit and her body was releasing the torrent of frustration with a vocal climax that echoed in the small thoroughfare….”
Chapter eight of my bisexual-male football player series.
“…I was nearer the end of the queue. His bottom was bloodied and beaten by the time I reached him. The air had been think with yells and cries, squeals and screams. Profanity filled my eardrums as player after player savaged the losing team, smashing their rumps with ever increasing harder implements…”
A half-naked woman in the kitchen leads to some oral fun.
“…Her hands pressed on my shoulders; she guided my head into her fettered bosom and then into her hairless slit. She whispered encouragement to my tongue gliding over her moistness: the sexy stranger leant back on the worktop, her arousal sparking with every flick on her intimate folds….”
Olivia wanted to play; Olivia wanted to exhibit her new toy and Claire was the chosen victim. Claire never argued against the demands and confidence of her dominant playmates: neither in the bedroom or as a “volunteer” for the regular sadistic demonstrations. She never felt able to resist the offer of immovable binds of rope, or the furious hits of impact play; she longed to have her submissive tendencies explored and her bratty attitude punished.
I lowered my trousers, unfurling a condom down my shaft as clubbers walked past; a couple drunkenly videoed us on their smartphones. I cared not. She gasped into George’s cock, sliding past her gag reflex, as my dick opened her. She rubbed her clit as I pushed deep, holding the tops of her exposed waist.
She pulled me from my slumber, I could barely make out her frame in the half-light. She insincerely apologised as she sat on my face. “Eat me!” She cried. “Just eat me.” I smelt the familiar aroma of cum, the unique taste I knew so well and the tell-tale drops of cum glistening from the light of my alarm clock. “Please.”
She teased relentlessly; the soft pink of her femininity regularly on display during the two weekend days as she taunted her sexuality to me. I wanted her. I wanted to fuck the little minx, hold her down and pound her pussy. Or I wanted to throw her mischievous body over her wooden log and take her from behind, slamming my cock into her as she squealed and grunted, taking my orgasm from her wretched body.
And then I felt impatient; her watery eyes pleaded with me to fuck her as her ravaged body needed my unsheathed cock. It kissed my shaft and caressed my dick as I slid into her young cunt. She was wet, reeking with arousal as I thrusted my prick into her sex, pounding the pregnant bitch relentlessly.