Secret Domme – Chapter 6

Welcome back to find out what’s going on with our resident Domme! If you missed the start to this story, make sure to check it out! ~Jayden


Chapter 6

I set my phone down before I circled back to stand in front of him.

Kody looked up at me, choosing his words carefully. “I want to say that I hate it, Mistress, that it’s unfair. But you can see my body’s reaction. You would know I was lying.”

“Even though you’re a little bitch with a small cock, you aren’t stupid enough to lie to me. I’m glad for that.”

“Thank you, Mistress.”

We hadn’t even made it into the bedroom yet. I decided it was about time to get some toys involved.

“Crawl,” I said as I moved into the bedroom.

He crawled behind me, not moving very quickly. I didn’t give him a hard time this time.

“Get up on the bed,” I said.

He climbed up on the tall bed. “Oh, it’s so soft,” he murmured to himself.

I smiled. “It’s a great bed. Very comfortable.”

He smiled back at me.

I started with a butt plug. I brought it over to him and told him to open his mouth. He did, and I slipped the small plug in. “Get it nice and lubed up, bitch. It’s going in your ass in about 60 seconds.”

I could see him give it a more loving treatment like he had my finger, and when I pulled it out of his mouth, it was indeed lubricated.

“Give me your ass,” I said.

“Yes, Mistress,” he replied, and he rolled onto his hands and knees, putting his ass in my direction.

I pressed the tip of the butt plug against his hole, and I could see that his body was resistant to it. I had to push pretty hard to get it in, and by the time it popped in over the hump near the base, he had let his upper body rest on the bed so he could moan into the mattress.

When I was confident the plug wasn’t going anywhere, I gave him two light taps on each ass cheek, and he turned and looked at me. “Mistress?” he whimpered.

“Sit up.”

He turned around and sat up, wiggling his ass to try to get comfortable as he sat down on the bed.

I climbed up onto the bed and examined the bite marks I’d left. Some faint bruises were coming in nicely already. I ran my fingers along his skin, and he moaned softly. “How does it feel to be all marked up for your Mistress?”

“I love it,” he said, smiling up at me.

I wanted to get his cock cage onto him before he left, but I wanted to make sure I allowed him to cum before I locked him up since it was his first time in a cage. “Would you like to fuck me, bitch?” I asked.

“If that pleases you, Mistress.”

“It does,” I said.

“Then, of course, Mistress. Your wish is my command.”

I lay down on the bed and let him climb on top of me. He fumbled a little trying to line things up properly, but he got it. The first time is always a little bit awkward, but we managed to get a rhythm going after a few minutes. He was grunting a lot. “How does that plug feel in your ass while you fuck me, little bitch?”

“It feels amazing, Mistress.”

I reached around him and managed to press on the plug just a little bit.

He groaned loudly, “Mistress, oh god!”

“Fuck me harder. Your cock is so small, I can barely feel it.” He started thrusting harder, trying to do what I told him. The reality was that he wasn’t that small. He was about average, but it was amusing to make fun of him.

“Mistress, I’m trying,” he grunted. It wasn’t much longer until he said, “Mistress, I’m going to cum.”

“Good,” I said. “That was the point.”

“Oh god, Mistress, my balls are so full.”

“Of course they are, baby. You kept them nice and full for your Mistress. Fill my pussy with cum. Go ahead.”

He groaned and nearly collapsed on top of me when he came. His rhythm altered a little as he orgasmed, and I could feel the cum flowing deep inside me. I stroked the back of his neck as he lay on top of me.

“That’s a good boy,” I murmured. “Good boy.”


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Vacation: Part 17

It’s time to wrap up this chapter of Ivy and Mark’s story. We decided to end with a little love. If you missed the previous chapters, start back here.


“I love you, too, Master,” Ivy crooned, the hint of a smile touching the corners of her lips. She was so exhausted, physically and emotionally, just the way she wanted to be.

Mark wrapped his arms around her, holding her tight in silence for a few moments, as his breathing returned to normal. “So, what’re we doing tomorrow?” he asked. “Trying to pick up one of the tour guides?”

Ivy let out a low groan, “I don’t think I can handle that.”

Mark’s cock twitched inside her. “You’re the one that goes on cruises all the time. What do you think we should do?”

“Well, tomorrow, we dock down in the Bahamas! We scheduled a kayak tour. I hope I can move tomorrow,” she giggled.

“I guess we should go wash up,” Mark said. “I don’t want to move, though…”

“Me neither. Can we just stay here a little longer?” Ivy asked, her voice small. She would have batted her eyes up at him, but she knew he couldn’t see them anyway. She added a, “Please, Master?” for good measure, though.

Mark laughed and wriggled down on her. “If that’s what you want, pet. We both know how much you love being soaking wet and sloppy for me.”

She moaned softly, “I do, Master. There’s nothing more I want in the world.”

He kissed the back of her neck a few more times, laying against her and sighing happily as he untensed.

Ivy breathed deeply, even though having the weight of her Master on her back made it hard to fully draw a breath. Feeling his body against hers was comforting, though, and she didn’t want him to move for the world. As she felt his cock twitch inside her again, she squeezed her pussy around it, reveling in the feeling of him. She pressed her hips up against him just a bit.

Mark growled playfully in her ear and ground against her lightly, “Trying to get me going again, slut?”

Ivy smirked into the bed, “I mean… I wouldn’t stop you,” she said, letting her voice trail off.

Mark nibbled on her neck, “You are such a needy little whore. I should just drop you off naked in one of the lounges one night and see where that gets you.” 

Ivy whimpered. “No, Master, please don’t do that.”

“Why not? We had two guys fuck you tonight, and that wasn’t enough. I guess the only thing to do is see how many you can take. We can borrow one of those little clicker counters from Stephanos.”

Ivy whimpered again, “No, please, Master, no more. Just you. Please.”

Mark twisted around a little, his softening cock popping free. “Oh, want me to be greedy and keep my sexy little slavegirl all to myself?” he asked, leaning in to kiss her on the cheek.

She groaned appreciatively when he kissed her but squirmed at the loss of his cock. “I’m always yours, Master, and you’re more than enough for me on your own.” She closed her eyes and rested against the bed. She wanted to keep being sexy and flirty, but she was so tired.

He brought a hand up to lightly scratch between her shoulder blades. “I’ll let you go to bed now, but you’ll have to take care of me in the shower in the morning.”

“Of course I will, Master. I’ll take care of you in the shower right now if you want, Sir.”

“Are you sure you can make it to the shower? It feels like you can barely even keep yourself up in the bed, let alone walk over there.”

Ivy opened her eyes and turned her head to look at him over her shoulder. “I might be unsteady, but I know you’ll catch me, Master.”

Mark rolled off of her, landing on the bed on his side, facing her. “I’ll always catch you, pet,” he said, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her tight against him.

She nuzzled into his chest, feeling safe, and secure, and loved. “I love you, Master.”

“I love you too, slut.” He kissed her softly on the lips.

She melted against him, their lips pressed together the only thing that mattered.


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This week, I’m featuring my personal favorite, a triumphant writing goal for me. I wrote a Choose Your Own Adventure Novel! Picture dozens of notecards and crazy outlines, 117,397 words, and many hours of love and attention.

It was a labor of love, but I did love it. I have only attempted it (and failed) once since, but I think my favorite part was two things:

  1. No matter what choices you make, you get 26 choices. One for each letter of the alphabet and I posted one chapter for each day of the A to Z Challenge in 2017.
  2. If you buy the book and you page through, there’s a secret scene you can’t get to any other way. So much fun!

Runaway:

Join Aralyn as she runs from her past in this Erotic Choose Your Own Adventure novel. Aralyn leaves town when her life is turned upside down. Your blood will race as you explore a new town and new people with Aralyn. She might even get to explore a BDSM Dungeon! Make your own choices and find out.

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Secret Domme – Chapter 5

Welcome back to find out what’s going on with our resident Domme! If you missed the start to this story, make sure to check it out! ~Jayden


Chapter 5

I watched him writhing on the ground in pain, and all I felt was satisfaction that I had hurt him. This could be a dangerous slippery slope if I let it. I knew I would have to try to be sure I was being a responsible Domme.

“Okay, that’s enough bitch. Get back up on your knees.”

He whimpered as he got up onto his knees again.

“Spread your legs. Mistress should always have access to your pathetic cock and balls.”

“Yes, Mistress,” he mumbled as he widened his legs.

I stood in front of him. “Look up at me.” He did. And I kicked his balls again. I didn’t kick that hard, but after the last kick, it was hard enough that he doubled over involuntarily. “Did I say you could look away from me?”

“No, Mistress. I’m sorry,” he said, and he struggled to get back up into the same position. I was glad to see he had his legs spread for me this time.

“Good boy,” I said. I got down on my knees so I could reach his cock and balls. His cock was soft, and he winced when I gently touched his balls. “Aww, your little cock is soft. Are you not enjoying this treatment from Mistress?”

“No, Mistress, I’m enjoying it very much.”

“Pathetic,” I said. “You are so desperate for attention that you don’t care if I kick you in the balls 100 times, you’d still come back for more.”

He whimpered. “Please don’t kick me 100 times, Mistress.”

“But would you come back if I did?” I asked.

He knelt on the floor, looking up at me, and said, “Yes, Mistress. If you want to kick me 100 times, I’ll do my best to keep in position.”

As we talked about it, I watched his cock twitch and get hard. I shook my head mockingly, “You are such a pathetic bitch that your cock is getting hard talking about me kicking you in the balls.”

“Yes, Mistress,” he said, and he blushed a little.

I smiled as I stood. “Don’t worry. I like that you’re a pathetic little bitch.”

He smiled back at me and kept his eyes glued to my face.

I circled his kneeling form and came around behind him. “So,” I said, changing the subject, “you said your wife doesn’t like to touch you?”

“No, Mistress. Not sexually.”

“And you said that she’s okay with you getting your needs met with me.”

“That’s right, Mistress.”

“But she doesn’t really want to see evidence of the abuse you suffer.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“You know I don’t really care, though, right?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“When you’re here, you’re mine. She can have you back. I don’t want you. But I’m not holding myself back because she can’t handle it.”

“I know, Mistress.”

“And you’re okay with that.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

I thought about it for a moment and then said, “Are you going to flaunt the marks I leave or are you going to try to hide them from her?”

He hesitated before he responded, and then he said, “I guess that depends on if you give me instructions, Mistress.”

“And if I leave it up to you?”

“I won’t flaunt them.”

I noticed that he didn’t say that he would hide them, either. I leaned in close to his ear, “Does it turn you on to think that she might see my teeth marks in your body, bitch?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Good,” I said. “I like it, too.”

I bit down on his neck, making sure to suck lightly as I did. As I started to suck harder, he moaned. Then I let go and repeated the process down the back of his shoulder, making sure to leave some nice teeth marks and hickeys. He moaned whenever my teeth sunk into his flesh.

“Look at those pretty marks,” I said. I took out my phone and snapped a few pictures. He still had his arms behind his back, and his wedding ring was clearly visible in some of the photos. “Oh, I bet your wife would love these pictures.”

His head snapped around as he looked at me. I smiled coyly at him. He had no idea I’d taken the pictures. “Why are you taking pictures of me?” he asked and then quickly added, “Mistress.”

I smirked. He hadn’t asked me to take pictures of him, but he had listed blackmail as a kink. I circled around to stand in front of him. “Who do you belong to?”

“You, Mistress.”

“And shouldn’t I be able to take pictures of my toy anytime I want?”

“Yes, Mistress. But what are you going to do with them?” I could see the fear in his eyes.

“Whatever I want. You’re my property. I can do whatever I want with you and my pictures of you. How does that make you feel, slut?”

I watched his throat work at swallowing, but he was staring at me like he couldn’t breathe.


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Vacation: Part 16

We’re SO close to the end of Vacation, just in time for Jayden and Richard to head off on their next vacation. If you missed the previous chapters, start back here.


“Come. Kneel here,” Mark directed, pointing to a corner of the room.

Ivy didn’t know how long she laid on the bed, whimpering softly. She could hear Mark moving around the room. She heard water come on in the bathroom and then some more movements before he climbed onto the bed with her. She curled into his arms, and he held onto her tight.

He rubbed her back and held her bottle of water up to her lips. “Hydrate. You wouldn’t want me to think you’re not turned on because you’re not wet,” he said.

Through her hazy mind, she knew that she was dripping wet, but she drank the water anyway. “I’m turned on, Sir.” She closed her eyes, but she smirked at him as she lay there.

He reached down, her legs already spread apart, as she was trained to do any time she was in bed with him. “I can tell,” he said, lightly brushing his fingertips over her cunt lips, avoiding her tender clit for the moment. “Ready for me to take my turn now?” he asked. “I don’t know if I’ll cum quite as many times as you…”

“Of course, Master.” Ivy spread her legs further apart automatically, “I’m always ready to please you, Sir.”

Mark rolled her onto her stomach on the bed, putting her in their favorite position. “Sure you’re warmed up enough? I could play with you for a while longer,” he said. He reached between her legs, slapping the back side of his fingers against her soaking wet lips.

She moaned, rolling her face down so the bed muffled her. “I’m warmed up enough, Master, but you can do whatever pleases you.”

He slapped her again as he rolled on top, spreading her legs open. “You’re just a glutton for punishment, painslut,” he growled in her ear. He spread his fingers, feeling her pussy, making sure it wasn’t too tender after the abuse by the vibrator.

Ivy whimpered into the bed again, her eyes watering a little bit. She was so sensitive, but she loved it so much. She rotated her hips, pressing against his exploring fingers.

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Secret Domme – Chapter 4

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Chapter 4

“Well, now,” I said, pulling my finger out of his ass. It actually looked clean, but I continued, “what am I going to do with this nasty thing?”

“I’ll clean it for you, if you like, Mistress.”

“Yes, do that,” I said, and I walked around to his front again. He sucked on my finger like he had before, though this time, I could see that he was getting into it more. He was moaning and almost thrusting his hips as he sucked. “Do you like tasting your own ass on my finger, bitch?”

“Yes, Mistress,” he said around my finger.

“Good,” I said. “It really drives home the point how much of a fucking disgusting, dirty little bitch you are.”

“Thank you, Mistress.”

I took my finger out of his mouth and continued inspecting him, working my way around his body, fondling his balls, slowly stroking his cock, which was rock hard, of course.

I looked up into his eyes as I squeezed his cock in my hand. He whimpered, but he didn’t move. Then I slipped my hand back down to his balls and squeezed them. He whimpered more, and I felt his body falter.

“Does that hurt, bitch?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Do you like it?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

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Vacation: Part 15

We’re getting close to wrapping up Ivy and Mark’s vacation! If you missed the previous chapters, start back here.


“Come. Kneel here,” Mark directed, pointing to a corner of the room.

Ivy did as she was told. She couldn’t see what he was doing, but she just tried to breathe deeply and listen. She could feel her heart pounding up into her throat, but her pussy was also clenching with desire. As much as she hated to admit it, she liked being punished. Sure, it sucked in the moment, but then she would be forgiven, and she would get aftercare, so it was worth it.

“Pet, come here,” Mark said.

She crawled back to the bed and found that he had set up the under-bed restraints. Within a few minutes, he had her firmly strapped down, her arms and legs spread wide. She raised her head to follow his movements, and she could see him standing between her legs. He was holding something, but it was just out of her view.

But then she heard the hum of the Hitachi magic wand vibrator. She would recognize that sound anywhere. They had a control on it that meant he could change the vibrations from very low to very high and everywhere in between.

He started out on very low, pressing the head right up against her clit. He had to part her folds to push it right against the firm bud, but she moaned and arched her back as soon as he did. She was still a little sensitive from her earlier orgasm, but it felt good so far.

“Why do you think I’m doing this, slut?” Mark asked.

She had to blink a couple of times to focus on the question he was asking. “I-I don’t know, Sir.”

“Does this feel like a punishment, slut?”

“N-no, Master,” she moaned as he turned the vibrations up higher.

“How about now?” he asked as he switched the vibrator onto full power.

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Secret Domme – Chapter 3

I got this post up a bit late. Again. Whoops. It’s all written! If you missed the start to this story, make sure to check it out! ~Jayden


Chapter 3

After many conversations and negotiations about boundaries, STI tests, guidelines, and preferences, I was finally meeting with Kody for the first time. He had offered to pay for a hotel room, but I was more comfortable in my own apartment. Plus, it was a ground-floor apartment, and there weren’t any other apartments wall to wall with mine, so if I made him scream, it wouldn’t be easy for someone else to hear.

Kody: I’ll be over as soon as I get the kids to bed.
Me: When is that?
Kody: Bedtime is at 8.
Me: Okay.

It was already 7:30, and I spent half an hour going over every detail of the apartment. Were there dishes in the sink? Did I need to vacuum? Had my cat knocked over her food bowl? In the end, I would never be fully satisfied, and I questioned for the 50th time if inviting him into my apartment was the right way to do this.

But having the toys laid out on the dresser the way I liked them was definitely a benefit to being in my own space. And when he arrived, I found that I was able to get into the right mindset. Finally.

As soon as the door closed, he was on his knees in the entryway, just as I had instructed him.

“Mistress,” he said, looking up at me. Standing, he was almost a foot taller than me, but kneeling, I got to tower over him.

I smirked down at him, “What do you want?” I asked, putting as much disdain into my voice as I could manage.

“Use me, Mistress. I want to please you.”

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Vacation: Part 14

We’re getting close to wrapping up Ivy and Mark’s vacation! If you missed the previous chapters, start back here.


Mark kissed Ivy, his tongue invading her mouth. She tasted Stephanos’s cum as they kissed. She moaned softly into Mark’s mouth, pulling him closer to her as they kissed. When they finally parted, Ivy looked down at Stephanos. He looked up at them with a half-smile on his lips.

“I think I’m going to go,” he said.

Ivy was surprised. “You’ll miss my punishment. You won.”

He shrugged. “I got a great orgasm, which was reward enough. But I think your punishment should be between you and your Master.”

Ivy looked to Mark to see what he thought, but Mark just nodded. He reached out and grasped the other man by the hand. They had a part hand-shake, part Mark helping Stephanos up. Stephanos dressed quickly.

“Thank you for a lovely time. I hope you enjoy the rest of your vacation.”

“Is that it? We won’t see you again?” Ivy asked.

Stephanos shrugged. “You might see me around, and I’ve had a great time, but I need to focus on my work and not get myself in trouble. You two were wonderful to play with. Thank you for a great time.”

And then he was gone, and Mark and Ivy were alone.

Ivy slid onto the bed, leaning back against the padded headboard. She crossed her ankles and looked up at Mark. She seemed a little lost in thought.

“What’s wrong, pet?” Mark asked.

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Secret Domme – Chapter 2

I got this post up a bit late. Sorry about that. It’s been a CRAZY week! I’m so glad it’s come to an end though. If you missed last week’s start to this story, make sure to check it out! ~Jayden


Chapter 2

“You know, Jenna,” he said when I walked into the restaurant, “if you were going to blackmail me for dinner, I would have expected at least a high-end chain restaurant, if not something actually fancy.”

“Hi, Kody,” I said, “I wasn’t trying to blackmail you into anything.”

“Pity,” he said, and he gave me that same smirk I remembered from all those years ago. Damn, it was still hot.

He went up to the host stand and got us a table.

“After you,” he said, gesturing for me to go ahead of him.

I chose the side of the table that afforded me a view of the room, and he didn’t protest. He slid into the booth opposite me and picked up the menu. I did the same, hiding behind it. I knew what I wanted the moment I’d picked the restaurant.

“What’s good here?” he asked.

“I like their French toast,” I said.

He put the menu down. “Jenna, I’m going to start by saying that my wife knows I’m here, and she knows that I’m meeting you.”

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Vacation: Part 13

Our real mini vacation was lovely, but it’s good to be home! We didn’t get any votes on who should win the bet in the story, so we made a choice. We’re excited to share with you our next installment of Vacation. If you missed it, start back here.


Ivy waited with bated breath to see if Mark would go back to playing with Stefanos and give her a fighting chance to win the bet. She wanted to cum so badly, but she didn’t want to get punished for it. If she could just hold out a little bit longer, maybe she could keep her orgasm at bay until Stephanos came.

Mark didn’t say anything, keeping them both in suspense. He slowed the blowing on her nipple while rubbing Stephanos’s cock a bit harder. In the end, he decided it wasn’t fair to sabotage her in front of a new partner.

Ivy breathed deeply, trying to keep her muscles relaxed so she wouldn’t orgasm. Stephanos’s skill with his tongue was proving difficult to ignore, but at least Mark seemed to be going easy on her. It was with great relief that she realized Stephanos seemed to be having difficulty focusing on pleasing her now that Mark was jerking him off in earnest.

Mark clucked his tongue at Stephanos. “Letting your Mistress win, or just not able to keep up?” He asked, rubbing a bit harder to punish the bartender for not pleasing his Domme enough.

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Secret Domme – Chapter 1

Hello friends! I’m starting a new story for my Thursday posts. Join me for the next two months or so as we meet a new couple, and the first Femme Domme I’ve had in a while! Enjoy! – Jayden


Chapter 1

I am not in love with him. I have known Kody for almost two decades. He dated my friend in high school, and I had such a huge crush on him. When they broke up, I was even more enamored. I know, I know. You aren’t supposed to date your friend’s ex-boyfriend, but the thing was that she and I weren’t very close, and I don’t think she would have cared anyway. In any case, he wasn’t interested in me, and my memory of the whole situation was that it was pretty embarrassing, so I try not to think about it.

Anyway, after about fifteen years, we ran into each other at the grocery store, and he was very nice to me. I gave an awkward smile and thought I would just keep walking, but he actually flagged me down to have a conversation. He said that it would be fun to reminisce about high school together sometime and that we should hang out. But of course, neither of us offered the other their phone number, so nothing happened.

Until a month later when he found me on Facebook and sent me a friend request. “Why not?” I thought. What was the harm in being social media friends? How many of those did I have who I literally never interacted with? Many, was the answer.

I did take a few minutes and Facebook-stalk him, though.

He was married. That was surprising.

And he had three kids. Wow.

And he was living ten minutes away from me. (I mean, I didn’t google his exact address, but the small towns were close together…)

The Facebook message popped up as I was scrolling through old pictures of him and his wife and kids. The timing surprised me so much that I jumped and actually yelped out loud.

Kody: Hey
Me: Hi
Kody: It was good running into you that time.
Me: Sure.

I was seriously wondering why he was messaging me and why he had asked if I wanted to hang out.

Kody: Can I be honest with you?
Me: Uh, sure.
Kody: I saw your profile on Fetlife.
Me: What do you mean?
Kody: I know you have a profile on Fetlife, and I found it a few months back.
Me: If you found a profile for someone you thought was me, why didn’t you message me?
Me: I mean them. Why didn’t you message them?
Kody: I don’t know. I just didn’t think that such a lovely dominant woman would be interested in a lowly bitch like me.
Me: A…lowly…bitch…?
Kody: Come on, Jenna, you know the profile is yours, and you know that you like to dominate men like me.

Okay, he was right. I did like to dominate men, but married men? Ehhh. That seemed like a stretch, even for me.

Kody: Listen, I think we should get together.
Me: I don’t know, Kody.
Kody: Please? I’ll do whatever you want.

I raised one eyebrow and typed…

Me: Okay. Cut off your balls and eat them, and I’ll go out with you.
Kody: [Wide eyed emoji]
Me: I’m kidding, Kody.
Kody: …
Me: KODY
Kody: Please, Jenna, let me buy you a cup of coffee and we’ll talk. I promise I won’t be creepy or whatever. You name the place and time, and I’ll be there.

I looked at my watch. It was just after six on a Friday, and I had no plans for the whole weekend. It was a little depressing, honestly.

Me: Fine, I’ll make you a deal.
Kody: Go ahead.
Me: I’ll meet you now if you buy me dinner.
Kody: Sold. Name the place. Give me an hour.

I picked my favorite diner that was only a few minutes away from my apartment and then spent the next 45 minutes freaking out. What was I doing? Why was I going out to eat with a married man? It wasn’t a date, though, so it was okay, right? And anyway, what the hell did he want from me?


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Vacation: Part 12

We’re going on Vacation! For real this time! Richard and I are at the beach for the weekend. It’s not quite as exciting as a cruise, but it is beautiful! We’re excited to share with you our next installment of Vacation. If you missed it, start back here. – Jayden


Mark walked over to the top of the bed, leaning down to kiss Ivy. “I love watching you work, slut,” he said with a grin.

She smiled up at him, grinding her hips against Stephanos’s face. She knew that an orgasm wouldn’t take too long as Mark looked down at her with that sexy expression and Stephanos licked at her clit. And when Stephanos pressed two fingers inside her dripping pussy, she knew she was a goner.

Mark kissed his way across her cheek before nibbling on her ear. “But what if I don’t let you…”

Ivy whimpered. “Would you really not let me cum, Master?” she asked, batting her eyelashes up at him.

“You didn’t let Stephanos cum. Don’t dish it out if you can’t take it,” he said with a laugh.

Ivy looked up at him, her eyes trying to convey frustration and longing and submissiveness. She was only marginally successful.

Mark kissed his way down Ivy’s shoulder, back towards Stepanos. He reached down, wrapping his hand around the other man’s cock. “What if I make him cum? Will you punish him then?”

“Hmm,” Ivy said, her whole body tingling from the sensations of Stephanos on her clit and his fingers inside her. “I might, but maybe you should play with him anyway.” Her words came out in staccato bursts as she tried to hold her own orgasm at bay.

Mark smirked and rubbed his thumb over the dripping tip of Stephano’s cock. The bartender squirmed and whined.

“You’re in charge tonight,” Mark said to Ivy with a wink.

Ivy wasn’t entirely sure being in charge was what she wanted, but it was fun to play at from time to time. “Play with Stephanos’s cock, Sir,” she said. “Maybe,” she shuddered as waves of pleasure washed over her, “whichever one of us cums first should get punished.”

Mark slowed down his rubbing a bit, his other arm sliding down Ivy’s stomach and toward her pussy. “I think you’re just trying to get him in trouble before you do, slut.”

Ivy blushed a little. Mark wasn’t wrong. She bucked her hips against Stephanos’s face, giving herself a moment with his tongue not right on her to keep her orgasm at bay. “I still think it’s a fun idea, Sir.”

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Grabbed

Grabbed

a short erotic fiction piece by Jayden


I felt his hand on my thigh. It was what woke me up.

I was lying on my stomach, as I often did, and I was dead asleep. But then his hand was on my thigh, and his nails dug in as he pulled my legs apart, moving me slightly more toward the center of the bed.

Who is he?

I know who he is.

He’s my Master. My Dominant. My world. I would let him take anything he wanted. I would give him my body with pleasure. And just then, he was using my body for his pleasure.

I felt his hand leave my thigh as he spread my legs further with his own. I groaned into my pillow. I was instantly wet, desperate to feel his cock inside me. And I didn’t have to wait. Sometimes he made me wait agonizingly long to be filled by him, but not tonight. Or is it morning? I don’t know. I don’t care.

I kept my eyes squeezed shut, moaning into the fabric as his cock slid home. I could feel his balls slap against my bare pussy as he started thrusting inside me. He was so deep. It felt incredible. I started to move my hips back against him as he lay down on top of me, his whole body pinning me down.

“Good girl,” he growled in my ear as he slid one hand around my throat. He wouldn’t choke me like that, not hard, anyway. His other hand slipped under me and against my hip. “Who do you belong to, slut?” he asked.

“You, Master.”

“Do you like that I woke you up to use your body?”

“Yes, Master,” I groan. In no way was being disingenuous. I was so turned on. I loved when he did this, and he knew it.

“What do you want, slut?”

I groaned into the pillow again, buying myself a few seconds to process his question and formulate an answer. “I want you to cum, Master.”

“So soon?” he asked, and I could hear the teasing in his voice.

“No, Master, not right away.”

“Good,” he said, and he pounded harder into me. “I’m not quite ready yet.”

I kept thrusting back against him, rotating my hips the way he taught me.

“Good girl,” he growled. “Your cunt was made for me.”

“Yes, Master. My body is yours. All my holes.”

“Good girl,” he said again. He knew it was my favorite thing to hear.

“I’m yours, Master. Body, heart, and soul. All yours, Master. I love you, Master.”

“I love you too, slut,” he said, and then he sunk his teeth into my shoulder.

I groaned, but I loved it. I smiled when he started sucking, knowing that he would leave a mark and loving it. “Yes, Master, thank you, Master,” I groaned.

It was hard to keep track of how long he fucked me, but before I knew it, he was tensing up in the familiar way that I knew meant he was going to cum. It spurred me on to thrust harder against him.

“Yes, Master, fill my cunt with cum, please, Master!” I kept talking, tripping over my own words, telling him over and over again that I wanted his cum, until I felt the wash of it deep inside me. I groaned with appreciation and thrust harder against him as his thrusts slowed.

“Good girl,” he whispered in my ear. “My good girl.”

And I smiled because that was all I wanted to be—Master’s good girl. Just hearing him say the words brought me a joy nothing else ever had. I settled back in to sleep, his cum slowly dripping out of me and down my thighs. I drifted back to sleep, his body pressed up against mine, his cum all over my thighs, and my heart full of love and desire.


Thanks for reading! We’ll be back on Saturday with another chapter of Vacation!

Vacation: Part 11

We’re going on Vacation! Well, Mark and Ivy are, anyway. We’re excited to share with you our next installment of Vacation. If you missed it, start back here. – Jayden and Richard


Mark raised an eyebrow as Ivy spanked the bartender, listening as he moaned loudly into the pillow. “Really not going easy on him, are you?” he asked. He slid his hands over to the other man’s nipples, pinching the right one lightly between forefinger and thumb, “Think he’s a bit of a painslut?”

“Well he doesn’t seem to be complaining, now does he?” Ivy said, a bit of a pout to her voice. 

Stephanos moaned out again, the sound ending in a whimper, as he wriggled his ass against her hips.

“I guess not,” Mark said and flicked the man’s other nipple with his free hand. “It’s not often we find someone even subbier than you.”

Ivy giggled. “I don’t know if he’s subbier than me all the time, or if he just likes a little pain,” she punctuated the last with a hard thrust of her hips, really digging the dildo deep inside him.

Stephanos finally lifted his face off the bed to gasp, his cock twitching in time with her thrust.

Mark laughed and kissed his way back down the man’s chest before sliding his mouth over the top half of his cock, moaning softly at the taste.

Ivy raked her nails down his back as she thrust the next few times, and it elicited the best moans from Stephanos. “That’s a sexy sound,” she murmured. “Do you like that, pet?

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Vacation: Part 10

Welcome back to Vacation! We’re excited to share with you our next installment following Ivy and Mark on their cruise. If you missed it, start back here. We’re sorry we missed last week, but we’re back now! – Jayden and Richard


Ivy turned around and watched the two men as she backed up toward the bed. Her breasts were still bare, and she felt a little self-conscious about being half naked in front of Stephanos. She sat down on the bed, crab walking backward onto the bed, making a conscious decision not to cover her chest.

Mark chuckled, then walked over to the toy bag, still sitting next to the bed. “So, Stephanos, have you ever been fucked by a pretty girl before?” he asked, pulling out Ivy’s strap-on harness.

He raised his eyebrows at Mark and said, “Of course.”

It was Ivy’s turn to raise her eyebrows. She took the harness from Mark and pulled the straps on around her thick thighs. She adjusted to make sure everything was in place and sat on the edge of the bed. “Stephanos,” she said, clearing her throat, “you should suck my cock before I stick it in your ass.”

The bartender smiled, crawling onto the bed. “Of course. Anything for one of our guests,” he said. He kissed along the length of her cock a few times before swirling his tongue over the head. Meanwhile, Mark undressed, tossing his clothes in a pile on the floor, before climbing on to join them.

Stephanos licked and sucked the cock while Ivy watched. She wrapped her fingers into Stephanos’ short hair, forcing the cock further down his throat. “That’s a good boy,” she crooned before she let him go. “Are you ready to get your ass fucked?”

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Vacation: Part 9

Welcome back to Vacation! We’re excited to share with you our next installment following Ivy and Mark on their cruise. If you missed it, start back here, and here’s a short summary to remind you of what’s happened so far:

Mark and Ivy decide to book a cruise and get away for a while. When they arrive in the room, he surprises her with a new leather collar. After some fun in the room, they head to a show at the ship’s theatre and meet Stephanos, a bartender who is happy to help Mark tease Ivy. They use a remote control vibrator in her panties to make her cum during the show. Afterwards, Mark takes her out on the deck underneath the stars and makes her take her top down before fucking her. As they wrap up, they hear someone calling, “Hello there!”


It was Stephanos.

Ivy breathed a sigh of relief, her bare chest heaving. “Stephanos, you scared me!” she hissed.

He smirked at her and shrugged. “Sorry.”

Mark pulled out of her and pulled his pants back up, “Good evening, Stephanos,” he said with a grin. “Enjoying the show?”

“Of course. There have been a lot of nice things on display tonight, but this has been the most,” he hesitated, “titillating.”

Mark smirked, putting one arm around Ivy’s waist. “We were about to head back to our room. Would you like to join us?”

He glanced at his watch. “I don’t see why not. You two are a lot of fun, and I can only imagine how much more fun we could have in private.”

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Vacation: Part 8

It’s the last Saturday in March, and you know what that means! The A to Z Blog Challenge is just around the corner! We’ll be taking a month-long hiatus from Vacation so we can focus on our A to Z Blog stories. You won’t want to miss it!


“Pull your top down,” he said. “And it’s not going back on until I cum as well.” He gave her that smirk, knowing it wasn’t an entirely reasonable request, but one she’d go along with anyway.

A thrill of nerves shot through her, knowing that anyone could come along at any time. She hesitated only a moment before she pulled her top down as he’d instructed. The neckline on the shirt was deep enough that she was able to pull it beneath her breasts, where it stayed with minimal fuss. She was glad she hadn’t worn a bra. “Yes, Sir,” she murmured, but the words were carried away by the wind.

He pressed up behind her, grinding against her ass. His hard cock hot against her even through the fabric. He reached around, one hand going to roughly squeeze her breasts, the other closing lightly on her throat. “Hopefully it won’t take that long,” he whispered in her ear. “You have been teasing me all night.”

She moaned and thought about saying something about how HE was the one teasing HER, but she didn’t want to mouth off to him at all. She liked being a good girl. She reached behind her, fumbling a little as she freed his cock from the fabric. She pulled her skirt up in the back, pressing back against him, feeling his hot cock against her. Her thong was snug between her ass cheeks, though, and the vibrations from the small toy were driving her wild. She was going to orgasm any moment.

He laughed low in her ear, “Eager little whore. So addicted to my cock that you can’t wait to fuck me? I’m sure anyone else who comes up to look at the stars will appreciate the view. Or are you just such a nasty slut that you’d rather get fucked right here than somewhere with a bit of privacy?” His cock was drooling warm precum against her asscheeks.

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Double Trouble

Two shorts for you this week. One loosely based on a true story, and one a little more out there.


“More please,” he said, wriggling his foot under the afghan.

She rolled her eyes, “You’re lucky I love you,” she said. She opened the hope chest, pulling out a heavy quilt and draping it over him. He smiled but gave another little wriggle.

“And you have to promise to tell me if you get too hot,” she said, looking down at him with her hands on her hips.

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Vacation: Part 7

We’re home from our mini-vacation, and wishing we could be somewhere as extravagant and fun as Mark and Ivy. Let’s see what they get up to this week!


Chapter 7:

Sometimes Ivy worried that post-orgasm, her arousal would wane so much that it wouldn’t be sexy anymore. She glanced around at the people in the dark theater, but no one seemed to notice. She took stock of how she was feeling. Her pussy was still clenching, the plastic of the vibrator pressing into her folds. But she was still horny. She wanted more. It was all she could do not to climb on top of Mark’s lap in the theater, but she knew better than to do that.

The rest of the show, she waited, wondering when Stephanos would turn the vibrator back on, but the last notes rang out, the curtain fell, the lights turned on, and they stood up, still clapping. She turned to look at Stephanos and found that a different bartender was behind the bar. She didn’t have long to wonder where he went when she felt a hand on the small of her back. It wasn’t Mark’s hand.

It was Stephanos. His hand pressed into her back as he leaned around her, reaching out to shake Mark’s hand. The smirks on both of their faces made Ivy raise an eyebrow.

“That was fun,” Stephanos said.

“It was,” Mark agreed. “Thanks for lending a hand.”

“Any time.”

A look passed between them that Ivy could see but didn’t understand.

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