Erotica: The Winter Classic: A Pre-Game Warm Up

We were two ranger fans in a sea of orange, but there was no way either of us could pass up the opportunity to go such a historic event. The stadium was packed! Over 45 thousand people, over 2.5 times as many as at any game we had been to at Madison Square Garden, but this was the Winter Classic. The energy was titillating, and the excitement had me wet since we left the house to make the drive down. Of course your wandering hand between my legs hadn’t made the ride any easier.

We made sure to get to our seats early, before the stadium became swamped with Flyers fans, but it was cold, and I needed to warm up…

You walked behind me as we left our seats to get some hot chocolate, I’m not sure what you saw through all of the layers I had on, but you had always liked me in my NYR jersey. When we got downstairs I felt you grab my wrist turn me around abruptly, and pull me close for an unexpected kiss. It was sweet, and as soon as I felt your lips press against mine, and the firmness of your cock behind your jeans, I was soaked all over again. I quickly forgot about the hot chocolate and pulled us into an open doorway.

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Erotica: Suit & Tie Guy vs. Construction Worker – Part II

“Once we recomposed ourselves we stepped out only to find ourselves in a crowd of people. The party had moved into this room, and as everyone politely made conversation amongst themselves, I couldn’t help but wonder, had they heard my ecstasy?”

Continued From: Erotica: Construction Worker vs. Suit & Tie Guy – Part I

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Erotica: Construction Worker vs. Suit & Tie Guy – Part I

“Before his hand even made it up to my clit, I thought I might come. The slow, strong, powerful, manly, teasing had me so worked up I was afraid I’d climax at the next strong gust of wind. Then without a word he bent me over the ledge and I’d noticed a wet spot where I had been sitting.”

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Erotica: #FuckToyFriday A Lesson in Shibari and Old Guard

“You have to start at the bottom, not the other way around” she told you in conversation, and you’ve found yourself intrigued.  It stuck in your head, why not try leaning BDSM skills from the ground up, it doesn’t make you any less of a man…right?

You’re at Her doorstep, how bad could it be? You straighten your clothes, a deep breath and ring the bell; first day of school.  “C’mon in, how’re you? Ready to play with some rope today? Then learn how to adjust a bondage spanking horse?”  She seems nice… in a predator posing as a houseplant kind of way.

She gets you comfortable, you’re learning different knots and wrap styles, you’re practicing on her after she ties you.  First was a simple rope cuff on you a few times, and she shows you how to knot without being too tight; you flex in the bonds, feels weird.  She made two loops for your wrists, wrapped them up your wrists, and the loose ends were woven back through to secure them.  She tells you the importance of wrapping the center to make the bond so the subbie can’t get out.

You try to do the same, but it looks sloppy, she laughs and instructs by “chinning” at you to move stuff because she is bound.  At least the second try looked better than the first.  You don’t like the laughing too much, you’re having a good time but you can tell that little laugh could turn mocking. But you brush it off, thinking of how you could turn the tables on her… though She could probably hang you faster & tighter, so you go back to learning mode; over, under, tug, tighten… and ankle cuff wrap is much like the wrists.  At least she let me tie myself, something about how trustworthy She is and how quick She is a little unsetteling.  Now a chest harness.

She gets a mirror for this one, this way you can see behind you as she moves fluidly, practiced, and disciplined around you.  The rope is tight, heavy, compressing but beautiful, you admit, she has skills to be learned.  She first put the rope over your shoulders like a huge chain necklace and crossed the front so the loop was in the middle of your body. Walking around you she takes the ends and crosses them and pulls them through the front so that the harness is “on” you.  She then weaves the rope to go over these same lines, making twists and knots to make it attractive.  It seems to take forever and minutes at the same time.  You love to watch her work, but you’re still not comfortable being bound, it smells weird, and why is it so tight? Wait did she go over or under that last knot?

As if on cue, “Pay attention, I’m only showing you twice, then you have to show me what you learned…” Fuuuck, you decide under, what is she going to do anyway?

She undoes the chest harness, your turn. “Don’t fuck up, I might make you pay for it so you’ll remember mistakes” she laughs.  Oh, how, tie my thumbs together? Sure… Miss. You laugh inwardly, and hope she isn’t serious, how could you take her serious at her height, she is toss-able, how is she Dom? excuse you, Domme.

You’ve succeeded? You’re not sure, harness is on, it is sloppy, but she doesn’t approve or disapprove, just says “Do it again.”  Well… that was cold, you clearly don’t like it and she knows it.  On it goes, 3 more different wraps, corset bondage, and a half suspension. Back and forth, just a little laugh and “Do it again”.  Then she has you try all the knots on her from the beginning wrist cuff.  The rope feels good in your hands, and you surely have more confidence than when you first walked in.

You’re both glad and frustrated, “Well, you did ok for a beginner, but you often crossed over instead of under, and you must learn to work neater.  Shibari isn’t just bondage, it should be beautiful.  The time you spend getting them IN the bondage should add to your scene and help take your subbie into sub space.  Next on agenda is the bondage spanking horse.  It takes quite a bit of set up, but once a subbie is in it, there’s no squirming away from manipulations.”

Oh good! Finally, a machine to work, Men and machines always go together, you follow her into another room.

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Erotica: #FuckToyFriday It’s Been Awhile Since You’ve Submitted to a Woman

You’ve come to me because it has been a while since you have been able to sub.  We’ve talked about the things you have missed about being submissive… are you ready?

There is a chair, a small pillow, yards of rope and a table with stuff you can’t quite see; “Stand by the chair, take off your clothes.” I patiently watch, leaning against the table in a tight leather corset, vinyl pants and red stilettos. You carefully fold your clothes, and a pleased smirk pulls at my Ferrari red lips, “I see you have done this before…don’t forget your socks.”  I walk around you inspecting, trailing a short crop from your ankle, up leg, over hips, across back to shoulder. “Yes, this will be fun… your body pleases me.  Today is for me,” the crop taps your semi hard cock lightly …”not you.”

I take your clothing to the table, then place the pillow on the floor, “Kneel for me please, hold your arms up and out”, you now look like you’re a kneeling “T”, palms down.  Taking a length of hemp rope, draping it over my arm, forming a loop, I stand behind you and drag it from your ass to your neck letting you feel how rough the rope feels on your naked body, across your shoulders and left arm, I walk to stand in front of your face.  My feet as wide as your knees are, my sex in your face, you can smell leather and pussy, I notice you inhale deeply, so I stand so that your nose is touching the zipper of my pants.  I’m still dragging the rope across your body, chest, abs, cock, and up to your chin.  I step away from your face after a few minutes, moving to have my sex at your right fingertips, I loop the rope around your wrist to start making a wrist restraint. Rope wrapping around your arm, sliding against your skin, pulling it tightly to bind you, and against itself to knot you in securely. The rope is around your forearm in a wrap/cuff binding; I notice you flexing and fisting your fingers, testing. “Good…  get comfortable, the longer you are bound, the happier you will make me”.

Using the rope, I pull your arm behind your back,  crossing your face again, heels taping wood floor, I bind your other arm, then both together at the small of your back carefully. Admiring my work, I take more rope and start a chest harness… over your shoulders, around your back, making an X braiding the shoulders, and front to create excess as handle loop knots, nice and neat… nice and tight – tugging as I go.  I know you like the process, detail and the time spent being more bound by the minute.  The rope smells earthy, and it reminds you of how naked you are… and how very good this feels for you.  You relax into the rope, begin to let yourself go.  “Very good,” my voice pulls you back from your thoughts, I tug forward on the bonds quickly, roughly, trying to make you lose balance.  Dragging my nails up your arm, tugging again but backwards, then once more to the side but you’ve squared off and sunk into position.

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Erotica: #FuckToyFriday A Mirror, and a Strap On.

SpareParts Joque Harness

You know my strapon it isn’t real but when I place a mirror next to your body and you see yourself… you realize what a cock sucking slut you are, then you moan around my fake cock.

Amazing what a little perspective can do to a BJ; in the mirror you see saliva drip off my cock and pool next to ur pussy juice.

“You’re doing such a good job wetting my cock for your ass, ” so I reward you by lifting your chin and making you watch yourself gag and gurgle around my cock.  This sensless piece of “meat” in your mouth, and yet you’ve been tricked into thinking it is real.  You’ve said, “oh, if you only had a cock…” but I still say I could fuck you good regardless.

I’d fuck you senseless but my cock needs to be in your throat, I look down into your eyes and slowly ease my cock further down into your throat… your eyes tear, and my now wet hands are cradling your face.  Holding tight onto your jawline, easing you further into my lap.

“Feel my cock fill your throat slut?”  One eye in the mirror, your make-up beginning to run, spit spills from your mouth.

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Erotica: Hindsight. Mary Ellen is Seduced into Anal Sex by her Loving Neighbors.

“I’m sure every very guy ‘does’ look at that ass of yours,” Dana laughed. “Even I’m amazed by how trim and shapely your hips are after two kids. If I was a man…” Dana paused and then said, “Now I’m embarrassing myself,” and she suddenly looked away from the younger woman and blushed. If she told her the truth, sometimes she had a difficult time keeping her eyes off of the younger woman. Dana had never had a thing for women but if she did, Mary Ellen would be on the list.

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Erotica: A Sextual Fantasy – Part II

As Ive done once before, the following erotica will be the submission of a fan/follower/friend…

I hope you enjoy his work, because I know I did!

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Continued From: Erotica: A Sexual Fantasy – Part I

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Erotica: A Sextual Fantasy – Part I

As Ive done once before, the following erotica will be the submission of a fan/follower/friend…

I hope you enjoy his work, because I know I did!

Feel free to offer feedback below or to follow him on Twitter @itsgriffsi

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Erotica: Desperate Housewife – Part II

He slowly walked over, never taking his eyes off her, or his hand off his dick and as he approached her she coyly bit her lip. Linda didn’t speak a word as she laid back on the bed spreading her legs out, bent at the knees, and the soles on the top of the blanket.

Continued from: Erotica: Desperate Housewife – Part I

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