Writings about dom (3)
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Ang Asawa Ni Bernard (The End)

Submitted by on January 11, 2016 (10 months ago)
Posted in Story: Fiction, Tagalog | Categories: Erotic Couplings, Wife Lovers, Romance | Tags: , ,

Ang Asawa Ni Bernard 8 (The End )

“Sige, umalis ka at ng malaman ng asawa mo ang tungkol sa atin. Bawat detalye”

Pabalik-balik sa isipan ni Selma ang mga salita ni Mr Gervacio habang sakay ng taxi pauwi. Parang pelikula sa HBO na paulit-ulit ang re-run. Masama ang loob niya sa matanda. Pero mas matindi ang takot.

Hatinggabi na pero hindi pa rin makatulog si Selma. Nanginginig sa nerbiyos tuwing maiisip ang maaring sapitin sa kamay ni Mr Gervacio at ang kumpare nito. Sari-saring pangitain ang naglalaro sa kanyang diwa:

Si Mr Gervacio at ang kumpare nito, halinhinan ang mga manyak sa pagkantot sa kanya. Iba-ibang posisyon. Pagkatapos, magkasabay ang dalawa, si Mr Gervacio ang bumabayo sa puwet habang ang titi ni kumpare ay labas-pasok sa kanyang biyak.

Pagkatapos, sabay nagpatsupa ang dalawa. Parang mapupunit ang kanyang bibig sa laki ng dalawang ari na nakasubo sa kanya. Tulo ang kanyang luha, sipon at laway sa hirap. Ang lakas ng ungol ng magkumpare na sabay ding nilabasan.

Halos malunod si Selma sa dami at kapal ng tamod na pilit pinalunok sa kanya.

Laspag at lupaypay na siya ng lubayan ng magkumpare. Masakit ang buong katawan, naglalagkit.. tumatagas ang mga katas mula sa mga butas na pinagsawaan.

Tuluyan ng napaiyak si Selma sa nakapanlulumong pangitain. Takot na takot. Maging sa panaginip ay hindi niya inakalang magiging biktima siya ng isang black mail…na hahantong...

Her Awakening

Submitted by on July 18, 2014 (2 years ago)
Posted in Poem: English | Categories: Erotic | Tags: , , , ,

Her Awakening“And now, following many conversations,
you’re vastly awake and holding your fingers between your legs
 and wanting to feel again the spark you lost so long ago.
 You throb, so hot, needing, wanting, the desire is there
but your fingers are just not enough.”

- The Bride Stripped Bare

You have ruined me.

I no longer want tender moves.

I do not want sweet blissful kisses dancing across my skin.

I do not want your hand to tenderly stroke my face as you sensually devour my body.

I have had that.

But it no longer aroused me.

It no longer gets me off.

It no longer makes me scream and cream.

Deep down… I knew what I truly desired but I have never spoken these desires out loud.

I want to feel you dominate me. Control me.

I want you to take me. All of me. In every possible way.

I want you to strip me down on the bed.

I want my hands tied up to the posts and rendered useless, helpless, immobile.

I want my body pinned under yours. To feel the weight of you on top of me. Your erection pressing into me.

I want your knee between my legs prying them open whether I’m ready or not.

I want to feel your mouth rough against my...

HIS KEPT WOMAN

Submitted by on July 7, 2014 (2 years ago)
Posted in Story: Fiction, English | Categories: BDSM, Erotic Couplings, Fetish, Reluctance, Romance | Tags: , , , , , ,

HIS KEPT WOMAN
She was stretched out on the bed stark naked.  Her sight masked by a black scarf blindfold.  Her hands tied to the bedposts.

He stared for a moment at the sight before him. Everything about her screamed of sex.  Her smooth, waxed pussy gleamed with the fine sheen of her arousal already seeping out between her thighs. A goddess – she was his sex goddess.

He was positive she knew the potent effect she had on men — him most importantly —given the way that she lay on the bed with a slight arch to her back emphasizing the slenderness of her ribcage and the small circumference of her waist and perfectly showcasing her breasts to hungry eyes – his hungry eyes.

“Who’s there?” She sensed his presence.

He sat on the bed and traced the outlines of her lips. He wanted to kiss those lips and bite them.

“Please…” She begged. “Please let me go.” There was fear in her voice. His cock hardened at the way she sounded.

He was tempted to rip the blindfold off her face so that he could watch her quivering and see her eyes grow big as she begged him.

He stood up and proceeded to tie her ankles. She was pleading. In tears, she was in tears now. He loved it. He knew it was perverted. But he loved that she was pleading; that she was begging; that she was crying.

He smiled. He was going to enjoy this.

And he vowed she will enjoy what he is going to do to h...

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