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Mistress Manor
Chapter Four Eleven years later Bridgett’s arms were secured to a hook above her head, and her golden naked body was on full and glorious display for Marcus as he circled her stroking, pinching, and spanking at his whim. She loved these times when she could fully let go of everything. There was no need for her to put on her masks that branded her the leader, the dominate one. With just Marcus present she could be his sub and let him take her wherever he chose, it was heaven and hell wrapped in one. The years fell away, and it was like it was in the beginning. Marcus hadn’t known what he was back then, and Bridgett was so new and terrified after what had happened in her village that all she wanted was to feel safe and taken care of. Marcus had done that for her, taking her from that tavern and setting her up with him in his manor home. It was during this time that Marcus had taught Bridgett about submission and dominance, and though she may submit to Marcus whole heartily and there were times she needed it, she did prefer to dominate hence the ball gag he had secured at her mouth to prevent her from issuing commands of her own and forcing her to obey. She shuttered has he ran his hand up her back and gripped her hair in a vice like hold forcing her head back.
By Marie Ross5 years ago in Filthy
Pause
It was time for my brain to start justifying what my body was craving. Past transgressions were prime. Like when Jim knew how much I wanted Hillary from the office. I restrained my approach to Hillary; us being colleagues and all at the agency. But at the company Christmas party, a time notorious for office indiscretions, Jim swooped in and took her home that night knowing full well I had designs to do the same. He who hesitates....yada yada yada. Not that he rubbed it in afterwards, but Jim was always one to share conquests and he told just enough to taunt me sufficiently. But he was dating Lynn at the time, though not living together at that point. Maybe Hillary would never have had anything to do with me. Maybe she would. But the evil monkey in me did cry “payback” for wounds imagined or real.
By Pete Symes5 years ago in Filthy
First Day At Work - An Office Erotic Story
It was her first day of work and already Leila was nervous and frantic. She almost twisted her ankle running down the street in heels, and barely made it to the auction house in time for the morning meeting. Luckily, she landed her dream internship right after graduation and would be training under a world renowned scholar of European art, Aaron Blaise. Apparently he had a shrewd eye for beautiful masterpieces and was highly experienced in the field. Given his esteemed reputation, she envisions her soon-to-be mentor as an older gentleman with distinguished grey hair.
By Emma Wilson5 years ago in Filthy
Goddess of the Universe
She was in a black dress with art all over her, had the mind of a professor but the creativity of picasso. I was struck by her demeanor no small minded tactics as she looked around my bland one bedroom apartment. She started painting a king with her words as we exchanged ideas and knowledge, but as the exchange of conversation happened the moon and sky shower curtain started reflecting off of her. Her observations were deep,but her intentions were pure creation with lust for a man who has creativity of a god.
By Darius Cherry5 years ago in Filthy
Mistress Manor
Chapter Three It took Marcus three months of going from his various houses that he still held the deeds to before he found her. The sleepy little town sat on the base at the cliffs where the manor rose into the mist. starting in the local pub he found out that she had hired a butler and at least one maid to take care of the house for her, but mainly kept to herself.
By Marie Ross5 years ago in Filthy
Mistress Manor
Chapter Two Six months later Bridgett was kneeling on top of a man, her wrist bound behind her back, and his hands were gripping her hips as he rocked his cock inside her core. Everything inside and out of her body was sore and tender. Bruised black and blue with red welts all over as well from the lords play over the last six months. He either used her maliciously by himself or shared her with friends beating her as they fucked her.
By Marie Ross5 years ago in Filthy
Mistress Manor
Chapter One Bridgett had been sold after spending six out of the ten years since her and Marcus had parted ways at the training house for submissives and dominates. Even though Marcus had helped teach her the art of dominance and submission four years after they had gone their separate ways, she had started to crave something that she couldn’t seem to find on her own, and instead of seeking Marcus out she had found a house that trained those inclined to learning the art of dominance and submission. So, she had learned and gotten back some of what had been missing.
By Marie Ross5 years ago in Filthy
Best Tropes In Erotica According To Jenna Moreci
So trope seems to be the buzzword amongst far more educated people than myself. I actually didn’t even know what one was until my BFF Uncle Princess Devin sent me a few videos talking about tropes. I blame this on dropping out of college my second semester freshman year to pawn all of my valuable items and get a one way flight to party in Miami. YOLO. It all worked out in the end to the disdain of my uppity sorority sisters. I hope they are having fun wherever they are . . . they probably aren’t . . . but one can hope.
By Jessica Bugg5 years ago in Filthy
PoppyCock In a Pear Tree
Her name is Fruit Rollup. Her penis pleasuring perfectly plush lips fully encapsulated the meaning of the name when it was coined. Currently it's just a snack she buys 3 or 6 boxes at a time. She had wrapped his cock in the treat that most 80's born X'ers and Millennials should be familiar with, it was sold under a different brand called Fruit by the Foot as well, however that would put dimensions into this conversation and his very average 7" penis would feel hard done by, pun intended. Fruit Rollup had wrapped her namesake, strawberry flavoured and now sexually active, snack around his very pretty penis to give her man a blowjob. This particular instance of a now tastier than ever suckling on this very well liked wang, was immediately following a rather aggressive demonstration of oral sex given the night before, sans food-like wrapper. The event was intense. He had noted to himself that it was almost as if Fruit Roll Up was trying to put on a show for some, unbeknownst to him, potentially nosebleed seat stationed, fishbowl stadium seated patron. Her apartment had always emblazoned her boyfriend with this almost Big Brother meets EdTV type feel to it. That unwelcome paranoia may have been partially buoyed by his heavy methamphetamine smoking habit during those months, however, looking back there is a certainty within him that confirmed they were at times surveilled in ways not within his purview. Fruit Rollup however, he will never know whether she had been aware of some voyeuristic ensemble surrounding that cozy little corner apartment of hers. Nestled all snug in a building that defies gravity with its engineering adjustment for a parking necessity. Only in a place like Nautical Village, would this building have this significance for him and be positioned just minutes from the Lake House where he married his soon to be ex-wife just 8 years previous. We must digress for the time-being and get this story of Poppycock and Fruit rollup out for public consumption. Let’s return to the blowie bash shall we...
By Brandon Oldfield5 years ago in Filthy
