Just a silly fairy creature doing silly naughty things to herself, hoping no one passes by... 🤭
Thank you for the submission @virginpleasures
I never believed in fairies until I bought my dream cottage on the edge of Foxglove Woods and, in the breaking dawn and twilight dusk, I'd often catch something out of the corner of my eye.
I mentioned this in the village and one day one of the older women, who we joked was a witch when I'd lived there as a child, told me that if I wanted to befreind one I should offer gifts on a silver plate of drink and cake made to a recipe she could give me, along with something to entertain them or fix, but they were shy things and wouldn't come out if I stayed.
I brushed it off, of course, but took the recipe out of politeness, until the day I was cleanng out the loft space and I found an ornate silver platter. I'd dropped a mug that morning and so, for a laugh, made some cakes and put one out just before dusk with a drink and the mug.
I wasn't laughing however when the following morning the mug was fixed.
I visited the old woman again and she told me more of the lore, I'd never see a fairy as that was part of the game to them, but if I did it'd be indebted to me until the morning. Of course that just made it a challenge.
I tried various tricks, I could hear the fairy play a harmonica if I left one, but it'd go silent before I was half way down the garden. Webcams would fail unexpectedly. Even the longest and most complicated jobs were completed in those seconds as the sun set. Until one day I had a different idea.
The package arrived a few days later and, once I was sure I knew what I was doing, was left on the platter.
As the sun set the notification popped up on my phone, I opened the app and carefully controlled what I'd left, taking my time, waking slowly down the garden, as I crossed the halfway line it stayed connected, I increased the settings and moved closer.
When I reached the platter I saw the most beautiful creature I'd ever seen, breasts exposed, the Lush visible and vibrating inside her. I stepped on a twig and she looked up at me in a start.
She spoke with a voice that was both pure and innocent but also old and powerful. "That wasn't fair...."
I didn't use to believe in fairies, but I do now that I've fucked one all night long, as entrapped by them as they were by me.
And once a week I'll catch her in the same way again.
That's a beautiful view and now I am edging to the thought of kneeling behind your and just using you to stimulate the tip.
A
I feel so honoured, thank you 🥰 I'd be an absolutely desperate mess trying to push back against you. And I'm going to have to touch myself in this position thinking about that later
You can try and push back but I'd have a firm grip on that waist of yours because I really do just want to use you to edge the very tip and see how long I can go before I give in and slam it deep inside.
Then you'd have to handle me whimpering and begging for you to give in and let me feel you. Soaking the tip and dripping down my thighs. Helplessly squirming in your hands to try and get us both some relief.
Are you telling me my fucktoy comes with sound effects? Even better!
I'd just have to keep telling you how good you sound, how sweet those whimpers are
I'm not sure about the begging though, that would suggest your needs are important, if they got too annoying I'd probably have to start applying firm hard slaps to wherever I could reach.
If that doesn't work maybe roll up that toy you're wearing, until it's inline with your mouth and then pull back so the thick roll of material acts as a gag.
I do like the sound of you dripping though, I wonder how large a damp patch we could make before I give up.
Volunteering to run a photography session for the monthly hobby night at the men's group you belong to and taking your neighbour along to help as your model.
Except what they don't know is your hobby is erotic photography, your neighbour is free use and it's going to be a very hands on session.
At the end of the night everyone gets to take home a set of prints they have taken including a lingerie shot, an artful nude, and at least one shot with a toy, along with a bonus photo of them using a hole of their choice.
Sometimes I look at your bra/pantie posts and I wonder what it would be like to walk up to you and reach down and gently rub and tease you through the fabric. Just the lightest touches at first.
Maybe I slip the bra straps from your shoulders so that I can release you from the cups, allowing me to kiss and lick and suck a nipple as I tease.
Once I feel the fabric start to get damp my touches would get firmer until I feel the fabric is soaked, at which point I could pull it aside and finger you directly, slipping into you.
I wonder how you'd sound, would I hear your reaction if I held a nipple between my teeth and lightly bit. Would I be able to detect you getting closer and closer to cumming for me?
And after, how it'd feel to just hold and cuddle you, drifting off into a safe sleep.
A.
Oh, that sounds very erotic and sensual. And yes, detection would be noticeable.
With some trepidation I entered the Captain's cabin. The door closed. I heard a call from behind the heavy curtain leading to the inner sanctum, the private bed chamber.
The room was dimly lit, a single candle in the corner, but enough to see the Queen of our Fleet, wearing nothing but the finest lace. It felt so unreal, so different to her normal sea faring gear. A view many of the crew, of both sexes, had imagined and discussed in hushed tones in the dead of night.
She spoke. "I'm bored. Nothing has happened on this voyage for days. I need to feel something. Choke me."
I froze, hesitant.. "Choke me, that's a fucking order."
I moved closer, slowly uncertain.
"Look at me, unarmed, helpless, you know how many out there dream of this?"
I looked up at the sword, hung above the bed, a loose sheath, and knew it could be in her hand in the blink of an eye. She caught my gaze.
"Don't look at that, it won't be needed as long as you do as you're told. Come here."
I moved closer, sat on the bed and she took my hand.
"I know you want to. I've been giving you all the hardest chores, the nastiest jobs. You want to take it out on me don't you?"
She lifted my hand, held it up to look at.
"You want to punish me, teach me a lesson, show me who should be in charge."
It was a statment, not a question. She was toying with me, teasing me, I could feel my anger building up. She pulled my hand to he neck, I could feel the pulse, the breath.
"Choke me."
I began to squeeze...
(Originally written for a now deactivated blog, but I wanted it seen again.)
Once more the Pirate Queen stood victorious over a challenger. Normal rules of the sea would have them walk the plank, but it would be a shame to waste such a fine worker.
Instead she intended to break them, holding her blade to their throat as she'd make them debase themselves infront of her and the crew.
Belittling them, making them repeat it back, lick the filth from her boots, until there was no fight left in them.
Then later, to make certain, she'd break them again in her bed.
(Originally written for a now deactivated blog, but I wanted it seen again.)
You're sexting with your new partner and sending them pretty GIFs of you playing with yourself but what they don't realise is you're leaning back against me as I tell you what to type and it's actually my hand in those GIFs.
Placing my hand over your mouths and telling to to be quiet because even though I drugged your partner, they are still lying next to us and I had to guess the dose.
