Lessons

***I’m being a naughty girl? Too bad you’re 2 hours away and can’t do anything about it.***

He looked over their texts again. Too bad, he thought. He texted her back “we’ll see about that.”

He filled a pint glass with water and drank down every last drop before leaving for work. At the office, he drank another pint of water, and two cups of coffee that morning. His day was busy and stressful, but he smiled and went about his work happily. Before lunch, his phone vibrated in his pocket.

***I’m so excited to see you again! It’s been so long I can barely remember your smell.***

He smiled and responded with a heart. As he was leaving for lunch, he drank another pint of water.

Outside, the first warmth of spring could be felt in the air but it was still cold. He walked several blocks to a restaurant he had heard about from coworkers. He usually ate something light and close to the office, but today he wanted something filling. His coworkers said that the beet salad at this restaurant was good and had “almost too many beets.” He didn’t really like beets, but he ate every beet red piece, and washed it down with another pint of water.

Back at the office he rushed into the bathroom. He grabbed the mouthwash that the company provided and rinsed the pink beet stains from his teeth. He looked toward the urinal on the way out of the restroom, but returned to his desk to answer the ringing phone.

For the rest of the day, at the top of each hour, he walked to the kitchen and filled his pint glass with water. After several hours, he switched off his computer and finished off the water in his glass. Walking past the bathroom to the elevator, his phone vibrated in his pocket again.

***I’m back!!!! Will you be here soon?!***

He let her know he was going to be there promptly, as planned. She knew he was dependable and never let her down when he told her something. She felt a slick warmth between her legs, eager.

Before heading toward her apartment, he stopped at the boutique grocery store at the end of the block. He bought her several stargazer lilies, a clove of garlic, some asparagus, a bottle of water, and a travel toothbrush kit. Back in his vehicle, he ***led two pieces of the garlic clove, and chewed them up before swallowing them. He ate several stems of asparagus. He opened the bottle of water, drank some and then used the rest to brush his teeth a couple times. When the garlic smell no longer lingered as strong, he finished drinking the bottle of water. He looked at the stargazer lilies. They were her favorite flower and they smelled so good. He hoped that she would love what he had done for her.

As he pulled up to her apartment, he texted her to be ready. She knew that meant naked and on her knees. She unlocked the door before kneeling into her position. She had been so excited to see him again, her nipples hardened and she shivered. He was coming toward the door.

Inside, he greeted her warmly. They held each other, feeling the warmth of their reunion. He handed her the stargazers, and she squealed delighted he remembered her favorite flower.

“I never forget anything,” he said. “Now go put them in a vase and bring me a pint of water.”

When she handed him the water, he quickly drank the entire pint. A small drop of water fell onto his black shirt. He looked at his wet shirt and smiled at her.

“I need to get out of these clothes and take a shower.”

She followed him to the bathroom, knelt again at his feet and helped him out of his boots. She kissed his feet, and breathed his scent in deep. He smelled garlicky. She worked diligently at removing his shirt, his pants, his boxers. She smelled the garlic on his skin, it was intense. She turned on the shower, and followed him into the hot water.

In the shower, he turned the water off. He handed her the bar of soap.

“Wash my cock.”

His simple straightforward words were the reason she served him. His confidence was sexy, his control was intoxicating. As she lathered up his cock, she could feel her cunt pulse and tighten.

“You were a naughty girl.”

She remembered and she nodded. He looked down at her, and pulled her soapy hands away from his cock.

“Naughty girls who talk back get their mouth washed out with soap.”

He put his hands in her hair, caressing her head, looking into her eyes. She opened her mouth, ready for her punishment. He pressed his soapy cock into her mouth. She started gagging even before he pushed into her throat. Every time she opened her watering eyes she saw him looking back at her, his blue eyes beaming bright.

“I’m sorry, Sir” she coughed, soapy bubbles flowing from her mouth.

“I know you are, naughty girl. Let’s get you cleaned up.”

He held his cock in his hand, swollen from fucking her mouth and throat clean. She watched him through her tears. He concentrated, his cock looking back at her. After a moment, his *** erupted into her mouth and all over her face.

His *** was purple, and the taste and smell of garlic, beets, and asparagus made her gag. The waves of *** kept pouring from his cock, the smells deeper and more acrid with each passing second. Her mouth filled faster than she could drink, she spit out and gasped for breath. Her mouth filled again and again. He kept ***ing, the smell overwhelmed her.

“Are you a naughty girl?”

The *** flowed and flowed.

Later that night, after he stopped ***ing, after he cleaned her up, after he fucked her, after she came and came, after he fell asleep, she stood in the bathroom again, looking in the mirror. She could smell garlic and see the faint pink hue of beets staining her mouth. She smiled at her reflection, knowing he would always do what he said.

Fiend’s Art Of Pushing Boundaries ♾

My dearest little kitten, let me explain in a tender way
The difference between pushing and trespassing, in this feeling we display
It's like going to the gym, my dear, demanding a bit more from yourself
Feeling the fatigue, but never trying to break or hurt yourself

Pushing the limits, with care and respect for your very own
In the same way, feeling the satisfaction of flying, completely blown
Within a sea of sensations and emotions, untamed and wild
It's an extreme and intense feeling, like nothing you've ever compiled

And it's all within this dynamic, where our souls and hearts collide
Where boundaries are cherished, and our connection does abide
For the limits are yours, Mia lei, and I will always honor them
In this realm of trust, respect, and care, where our souls never condemn

In this BDSM world, it's a dance of passion and affection
Where our spirits intertwine, with a burning and intense connection
So let me guide you through the depths of your own desires
With care, respect, and a fiery passion, reigning in these fires

Our souls, they dance to the rhythm of a tender, emotional tune
Engaged in this mental commitment, in the light of a silvery moon
It's a love that transcends the physical, reverberating through our souls
A feeling that's sensual, deep, and respectful, where passion freely rolls

So, my sweet little kitten, embrace the intensity that we hold
In this tapestry of emotions, where our desires remain bold
For in this feeling, we find comfort in the depth of our connection
Binding our souls, in an intricate and passionate affection.





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😇 Be Nice And Play Nasty 😈

New friend whispers: “I’m wet for you”

Forgetting my worries, lost between your thighs.




(7 word erotica)

Not bound physically, but willingly held in place, legs spread, just a hint of her hips thrusting upward. Her eyes tight closed.
The stranger leans forward and whispers close to her ear “what do you want?”.
All thoughts of her husband are gone, there is nothing in her mind but the need. Focused on one thing.
A trickle of liquid rolls from her.
He leans in closer, she can feel his breath on her.
So quietly that she can hardly hear over the rushing of her ***.
“I asked you a question”
She pauses, knowing that this is the point of no return - her Rubicon. But she knows that she has already decided.
“To come”
“Louder”
“To come”
She is soon shouting out her need, oblivious of the surroundings.
She begs: “Please, please, make me come”. He reaches forward, gently removes her ring from her left hand and presses it hard against her clit. The act ***s her over the edge that he has held her on for what seems like hours.
“Oh that’s it. That’s it, I’m coming, it’s so good”

The Tango Of Shadows And Surrender ♾

Beneath the velvet shroud of night,
where stars dare not to tread,
I find you waiting, trembling, bright—
a flame I’ll claim, my little girl, my thread.
The air is thick with whispered vows,
a symphony of breath and skin,
your eyes, they plead, they dare, they vow—
tonight, the dance of dominance begins.

I.

How dare you stand so unafraid,
yet trembling like a leaf in storm?
Your beauty, a weapon deftly played,
a paradox of fire and form.
How dare you smile, so soft, so sly,
as if you know the depths I crave?
Tonight, Mia lei, we’ll touch the sky,
and I’ll plunge you into the darkest wave.

Close your eyes, my little one,
let the silk bind your wrists like fate.
Feel the collar, cold as the moon,
a symbol of the trust we create.
You are mine, my captive, my muse,
my canvas, my symphony, my art.
Tonight, I’ll ***t you in hues of use,
and carve my name upon your heart.

II.

The valley of pleasure is vast and deep,
a labyrinth of shadows and light.
I’ll guide you through its secrets steep,
through the shivers, the gasps, the night.
Your skin, a map I’ve longed to trace,
each freckle, scar, and curve divine.
I’ll steal the secrets of your grace,
and make your primal instincts mine.

Feel the weight of my handcuffs, cold,
as they kiss your wrists with steel.
Feel the collar, a story told,
of surrender, of trust, of zeal.
Your body, a temple I’ll consecrate,
with whips and chains and tender touch.
Your soul, a flame I’ll elevate,
through the fire, you’ll burn so much.

III.

Passion is a beast that cannot wait,
a hunger gnawing at my core.
Your throat, my poppet, I’ll dominate,
as I’ve dreamed a thousand times before.
Open your eyes, but do not speak,
let your gaze betray your need.
I am the storm, you are the weak,
and I’ll plant my flag where you concede.

The whip will sing against your skin,
a melody of *** and bliss.
Each strike, a note, a hymn,
a symphony of surrender’s kiss.
Your nakedness, a shining prize,
a treasure I’ll claim with fervent hands.
Your moans, darling, will be my cries,
as we ascend to where ecstasy stands.

IV.

Give yourself, my little girl,
let your body learn my touch.
Feel the heat, the ache, the swirl,
of a fire that burns so much.
I still don’t feel you, not quite yet,
your walls are high, your ***s are deep.
But I’ll break through, I’ll pay the debt,
and claim the secrets that you keep.

Your skin will learn my caresses,
my hands, my lips, my teeth, my tongue.
Your soul will wear my fingerprints,
a song of dominance unsung.
Give yourself, my prisoner,
without condition, without ***.
I’ll take you to the edge, and further,
where pleasure and *** are crystal clear.

V.

This is not just flesh and bone,
not just a game of give and take.
It’s a bond that’s carved in stone,
a union of souls that nothing can break.
Your submission is a gift, not a loss,
a treasure I’ll guard with my life.
Your trust, my dear, is the bridge I’ll cross,
to a world beyond the strife.

Tonight, we’ll dance the tango of shadows,
a dance of power, of trust, of fire.
Your body, my canvas, my sacred meadow,
your soul, my muse, my deepest desire.
We’ll explore the nuances, the shades,
of dominance, submission, and grace.
We’ll write our story in the glades,
of passion, of feeling, of embrace.

VI.

And when the dawn breaks soft and pale,
and the night has had its fill,
I’ll hold you close, my little girl,
and whisper, “I’ll always cherish your will.”
For this is not just a fleeting flame,
not just a moment in the dark.
It’s a bond that bears no name,
a spark that lights the eternal spark.

So give yourself, my little one,
to the dance, the fire, the night.
For in this world, we are undone,
and in each other, we find our light.
Tonight, my kitten, you are mine,
and I am yours, in every way.
Together, we’ll cross the endless line,
and in the shadows, we’ll forever stay.







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😇 Be Nice And Play Nasty 😈

Hello very open minded kinky bi guy here always had a fantasy to be a personal boy toy sex slave dressed up like a kinky little bitch slut slave to serve a Master or Mistress

Standing in the kitchen taking a sip from my coffee, it’s almost time to leave for work.

She stands across from me, her mind racing the moment her eyes opend this morning.

Her long brown hair in a sexy mess, hangs down far enough to almost touch her round ample ass, and what an ass is it.

I take another sip of my coffee and take out my phone and pul up my work number.

I select my managers cell number and hit TEXT

Frank, its Roman, I know this is last minute and you know I never do this. My section runs fine when I’m out & you know that brother 😉

I’m taking the day off, pull it from the 80 hours piled up in my PTO

I’m taking care of my Suzie-Q today.

SEND

Another sip & I place the cup on the counter.
Walk slowly & silently up behind her.

Messy hair and dressed only in panties & one of my t-shirts she has no idea how beautiful she looks to Daddy.

I wrap one arm around her waist & the other one swings up and guides my hand over her mouth.

I catch her startled scream in my palm.

Ssssshhhhhh quiet Baby Girl, the kids are in the other room, I whisper in her ear.

She leans back & I feel her melt a little.

Mmmmmm, I fucking love how much of a horn god you are Daddy, she says with a tinge of frustration in her soft voice. But I can’t baby I have to get the kids to school and then…

I lay my hand over her mouth smoothly.
Like Daddy’s good girl she goes silent.

I whisper in her ear, my voice melting her even more… Daddy’s taken the day off today, I woke up today and have been very STIFF and need to see the nurse, after I drop the kids off at school I’m paying a visit to the Nurse.

She suddenly breaks away and goes to the doorway and calls out. Okay kids you’re going to school early, Daddy’s taking you! Lets go!

She turns and pounces back to me with a big smile and her eyes are all lit up. She plants me with a deep sensual kiss and palms the bulge in my pants.

She pulls back with my lower lip in her teeth then releases it. Thank you Daddy she whispers, I’ll be dressed and ready when you get back.

I smile knowingly and say, I want the latex outfit, with the cute little nurses hat. Pull out the toy box too.

I’ll be back soon, I say. Daddy needs some good medicine baby girl.

The dim glow of the bedside lamp cast long shadows across the bedroom, ***ting the walls in warm amber hues. The air was thick with the scent of jasmine and something far more primal—sweat, arousal, the musky tang of sex already hanging heavy between them. The bedsheets were tangled, half-spilled onto the floor where he now knelt, his broad shoulders tense with anticipation. His breath came in shallow bursts, his dark eyes locked onto the woman standing before him, her silhouette framed by the soft light.

She was a vision of sin wrapped in black silk, the robe clinging to her curves before slipping open at her waist, revealing the smooth expanse of her thighs. The fabric pooled around her hips like liquid shadow, the contrast making her pale skin glow. Her fingers traced the edge of the robe, teasing it apart just enough to let the cool air kiss her heated flesh. A slow, knowing smile curved her lips as she stepped closer, her bare feet sinking into the plush carpet. The straps of her heels dangled from one hand, discarded in favour of the intimacy of skin against skin.

"You look so fucking eager," she murmured, her voice a velvet purr. The words wrapped around him like a command, her free hand tangling in his hair, testing his submission. "Good. Stay just like that."

He didn’t move, didn’t dare breathe too deeply as she shifted her stance, her thighs parting slightly. The heat radiating from her was intoxicating, the dampness already glistening between her legs. She let the robe slip further, the silk whispering against her skin as it fell away entirely, leaving her naked before him. Her breasts were full, the nipples tight with arousal, her stomach dipping softly before flaring into the wide curve of her hips. The dark triangle of curls between her thighs was already slick, her arousal evident in the way her lips parted, swollen and flushed.

"Mmm, that’s it," she cooed, her fingers tightening in his hair as she guided him forward. "I want that mouth on me. Now."

He exhaled against her, the warmth of his breath making her shudder. His hands found her thighs, his calloused palms rough against her softness as he steadied her. She lowered herself slowly, her weight settling onto his shoulders, her knees bracketing his head. The first brush of his lips against her sent a jolt through her, her breath hitching as she ground down, testing his patience. He didn’t rush, his tongue flicking out in a slow, deliberate stroke along her slit, tasting her—salt and honey, the unmistakable tang of her desire.

"Fuck," she gasped, her head falling back as her hips rolled in a lazy circle. "Just like that. Tease me, you bastard."

He obeyed, his tongue tracing the outline of her lips, dipping just inside before retreating, leaving her whimpering. His beard scratched the inside of her thighs, the sensation sharp and delicious, heightening every nerve ending. She tangled her fingers deeper into his hair, her grip bordering on ***ful as she pulled him closer, her voice dropping to a growl.

"Stop fucking around and eat," she demanded, her hips bucking against his mouth.

That was all the encouragement he needed. His tongue delved between her folds, lapping at her with long, hungry strokes. She cried out, her body arching as he found her clit, circling it with the flat of his tongue before sucking it between his lips. The sound she made was raw, ***istic, her free hand slapping against the headboard for purchase as she rode his face. Her thighs trembled, her muscles tensing as he worked her, his nose buried against her, his breath hot and wet.

"God, yes—" Her voice broke, her words dissolving into a moan as she reached blindly for the bedside table. The drawer slid open with a quiet rasp, her fingers closing around the sleek, black vibrator inside. The hum filled the room as she switched it on, the vibrations low and deep, the sound sending a fresh wave of heat through her. She pressed it against her clit, the dual sensation of his tongue and the buzzing toy pushing her closer to the edge.

"Oh fuck, I’m gonna—" Her sentence fragmented into a scream as he redoubled his efforts, his tongue fucking into her in sharp, relentless thrusts. The vibrator’s hum grew louder, the pressure building until her vision whited out, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave. Her juices flooded his mouth, her thighs clamping around his head as she came, her body shuddering with the *** of it. He drank her down, his own arousal aching between his legs, his cock straining against his pants.

She collapsed forward, her chest heaving as she caught her breath. Her fingers stroked his hair almost tenderly, her voice a raspy whisper. "Such a good boy. Look at you, taking my cum like a starving man."

He looked up at her, his lips glistening, his eyes dark with need. She smirked, reaching for the strap-on lying atop the rumpled sheets. The harness was already adjusted, the black silicone cock jutting obscenely as she stepped into it, the straps snug against her hips. She gave it an experimental tug, the toy bobbing with the motion, her grin turning feral.

"Now it’s my turn," she murmured, her voice dripping with promise. "On your hands and knees, slut. Let me see that ass."

He moved without hesitation, his body thrumming with anticipation as he positioned himself on all fours. The bed dipped beneath his weight, the cool air kissing his exposed skin as she knelt behind him. He heard the snap of a lube bottle, the slick sound of her fingers coating the dildo, then the press of the toy against him—broad, insistent.

"Relax," she chided, her hand smacking his ass sharply. "You’re gonna take this cock like a good little whore, aren’t you?"

He groaned, his body tensing as she pushed inside, the stretch burning in the best way. She didn’t go slow, slamming home with a single, brutal thrust that had him gasping. His fingers curled into the sheets, his knuckles white as she set a punishing pace, her hips snapping against his ass with every drive. The sound of flesh meeting flesh filled the room, wet and obscene, her breath coming in ragged pants as she fucked him.

"So fucking tight," she groaned, her hand snaking around his hip to grip his cock. Her strokes were rough, her rhythm matching the brutal pace of her thrusts. "You love this, don’t you? Love being my little fucktoy."

He couldn’t answer, his body coiled tight, his orgasm building with every slap of her hips against his ass. The vibrator still buzzed against her clit, her own pleasure mounting as she used him, her nails digging crescents into his skin.

"Cum," she ordered, her voice a whip-crack. "Now, you dirty fuck. Now."

Hello Everyone!!

I have helped write erotica in the past but wasn't an author or anywhere close... I wanna start writing my own erotica slightly more into lifestyle genre. Any suggestions or help is very much appreciated!! Nice meeting you all!!