Pushing the Limits

The following is a work of erotic fiction and is in no way meant to represent real people or events. It is completely written and owned by me, OfStarsAndDreams. Contents: F, M/m, fetish, BDSM, blackmail, nonconsensual, degradation, verbal/situational humiliation, insults, raw/emotional, name calling, forced bi, bisexual, infidelity, clothed female nude male, ex-girlfriend, submission, psuedo-cuckold, oral (M/m, nonconsensual), non-consent, documentation without consent, threats, emotional abuse, emotional manipulation, psychological abuse, emotional sadism, gloves, lube, heels Let's begin! ********** "So I'm here, what do you want?" I wrapped my arms a little around myself, in part from nervousness and in part from the cold - this concrete block of a room, some sort of an abandoned warehouse or working facility, probably never had any sort of heating installed to begin with and sure as hell wasn't feeling super cozy now. "No need to be so curt with me, you

She giggled to herself as she slowly undressed. She'd been daydreaming about what she wanted to do to him all day. Just the thought of his hands caressing her skin caused tremors through her body, even though it was 83 degrees today. Slipping onto the bed, she felt herself heating up at the thought of her man's strong arms wrapping around her, his masculine scent permeating her nostrils and his heart-melting smile looking down at her. Her fingers lazily massaged her left nipple, already diamond hard from her naughty thoughts. The other hand slipping down between her legs, her fingers feeling the slickness of her arousal, the wetness literally dripping out of her. Closing her eyes, her hips already moving in time with her hand, her fingers rub her swollen pussy lips. Those fingers tracing their way up to her already puffy clit, and with a simple graze of it, a small orgasmic spasm shoots through her. With her eyes closed and her breathing becoming more ragged, she smells him b

Part 1 of this story was the beginning of my day at the health club. It started with a conventional swim and ended up with me being spit-roasted, well used, and put away wet in the sauna. From the sauna I managed to stumble my used, cum soaked body to the showers. The shower stalls are large, equipped with a bench, multiple shower heads, and a shower wand. They are also private. I make my way in, adjust the water to a hot, soothing spray, close my eyes and begin to enjoy a good, long soak. I begin soaping my body getting every last nook and crevice clean. I fill my hands with the liquid soap, bend over and give my ass a full cleaning including probing my opening with my fingers. I adjust the shower wand for maximum flow into a single pulsing stream and bend over. This is amazing. It feels like I'm fucking my ass with a stream of water. My cock starts to stir. My hands find their way between my legs as I soap and stroke by balls and cock. It's now as hard as it has been at any

The dream always began with distant music, a pennywhistle or pipe playing a rhythmic, insistent tune. Her heart beat faster and she hurried into the woods, dodging between bushes and branches as she strained to hear and follow the music. There it was, off to the left. She slipped down a bank to the edge of a brook and grasped a branch to get her balance. Then she saw him, in a clearing across the water. He was a small man, perched next to a clay jug on a fallen log, sunlight streaming into the glade and lighting up his face and bare chest. He had a small pointed beard and powerful shoulders and he played his pipe with rapid clever fingers. She stopped and stared, catching her breath. His legs were hairy and naked and ended in hooves. On his head were the nubs of two tiny horns. He noticed her and looked up, catching her gaze but not slackening his song. He stared at her appraisingly, then the corners of his eyes and mouth lifted. He had the face of a joker from a deck of cards, only