Roleplay (outside of the ‘comfort zone’)

Posted February 3, 2017 by phlye
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We meet as strangers
In a dark and smellydamp alley

‘Daddy,’ you say but before you’re
Able to utter another syllable I
Press my index to your lips

‘Shhh, bebe: this is ‘role play’,
Remember? Now, unbutton that
Trench coat…I want to see just
Exactly what ima ‘about to defile
Before so doing’

And, though you’re shivering
You do as asked, revealing
Your recently pierced nipples
I take my hard cock out of my

Pants and begin stroking, just
Admiring you and I can see that
You’re blushing which, naturally
Makes me throb all the more

‘Take it…hold it…squeeze…’ I
Command and you comply
You’re emitting short little gasps
While I begin caressing your
Shoulders, allowing the coat

To drop at your feet…pressing
You back against the cold, hard
Brick your shivering intensifies
Cock is now against your slick
And swollen mound as I lock

My mouth on yours ‘you’re
Mine,’ I snarl, attempting to
Strike fear in you and I think
It’s effective ‘Daddy…’ you
Repeat, breaking from the

Game but I’ll allow it ‘yes, bebe’
I reply ‘ru gonna fuck my cunt
Or asshole’ you ask around my
Tongue I’m squeezing your tits
Now and you’ve positioned my

Cock under your quim ‘maybe
Both – if you’re lucky…and we
Aren’t caught and arrested by
The police…’ you moan, this
Time out of fear or anxiety, I

Suspect ‘turn around,’ I say
And, parting your cheeks, I
Slide inside your pre-greased
Asshole ‘Yesss!’ You exclaim
‘Fuck me…please, Daa…’ ‘uhh..
Uhh…’ I admonish but not too

Sternly: I am rather distracted
Now at the feel of your poop
Chute…your face smushed
Against the cold brick along
With your naked tits and it’s

Not long before your bumhole
Is fully anointed …pulling out I
Slide straight up your cheeks
And then, turning you around
Roughly I lift you and you wrap

Your legs over my hips whereupon
Cock slips inside cunt and my
Reaming continues ‘who’s a
Slut?’ I snarl ‘I am, Daddy’

‘Who owns you’ ‘you do, Daa’

Who knows where it comes
From but I fill you, again and
Once we finally disentangle I
Collect your trench coat and

When you’re securely ensconced
Once again, we walk, hand in
Hand back to the car…

‘Ice cream?’ I ask as we buckle
In ‘yes, Daddy!’ And we’re off
To rejoin the outside world once
More – however temporarily


Tutti Fruity (o Daddy)
Copyright 2017 M2B

*disclaimer: this is a work of fiction; all parties are at the age of consent

Elust #59: Back in the Saddle!

Posted June 16, 2014 by phlye
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Daddy doesn’t want to have sex with a virgin
Female Masturbation…Healthy, Not Sinful.
Partner Play – Dealing with Dildophobia
Tired Of Being Alone Some Relationship Advice
On Hang Ups
How to (almost) pick up women
Sex Smell

Erotic Fiction

Dark Fantasy
Exhibit ‘O’, Pt. 1
Her cock vs his cock
The Leopard Girl
Excerpt Two from “Legacy of Desire and Blood”
The Bachelor’s Prayer
Behind the bar

Writing About Writing

I’m Sheri and I Have a Shitty Author Persona

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Navigating The Waters of BDSM
Kink’s transgressions: breaking the rules
Edges, Limits and Boundaries
Feminist Beliefs vs Bedroom Preferences—help!
No Stupid (Kink) Questions: Identification
CollarMe – Return to Sender


Facebook Fixation – a Lusty Limerick

Erotic Non-Fiction

A Pain From Long Ago
I Just Need to Fuck You!
Meet the Amazon
When I Am Laid in Earth
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Yes, the G-Spot is Real

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Exhibit ‘O’, Pt 2

Posted May 26, 2014 by phlye
Categories: bdsm, D/s, erotica, kink, sex

Predictably, the custodian’s closet was locked.


you said.


‘There’s a…’

you said, pointing across the hall.

I smiled. ‘So there is.’

you hesitated. ‘Kinda…not p/c. To use it.’

‘Had we seen…ANY…wheelchairs. Did you?’

‘I did not.’

…were your nipples stiffening again?

Double-checking to ensure no one noticed us, we quickly slipped inside the ‘Disabled Washroom’. Was gonna do some *serious* disabling, uh-huh, and you can lay bets. Once inside and the door locked, I framed you against the door as you turned to me. Wanting nothing more than to rip the summer dress right off you, leaving you to skulk out of the museum like the ‘Venus’ (albeit WITH arms), I decided that valour was a better plan so only *slightly* ripped the fabric as I tore the dress from your shoulders. your *gasp* was stifled by my mouth locking onto yours, and your legs widened as I pushed hard cock against your pelvis.

Hiking dress above hips, I gripped your cheeks. Squeezing and digging in nails, you squirmed in my arms. Taking advantage of my busy hands, you used yours to unzip, then unleash me. Cupping balls with one hand, you stroked my length with the other. My fingers, hardly content to just squeeze bum, travelled inward, seeking rose. One index prodded while my other hand cupped cunt, squeezing. 2nd index found clit, and then it was a race to see which of your hot spots would bring you to ‘Exhibit O’, the next.


And then it *appeared*…that you peed on me.

‘Oh. Interesting.’ Cock continued to throb in your hand.

‘Didn’t mention that I can squirt. I don’t think,’ you gasped, using me to prop yourself from crumpling into your puddle.

Kneeling before you, I ran a finger in the wetness dripping down your legs.

‘I might’ve forgotten,’ I said, popping the finger in my mouth.

‘Mmm…oohhh…well. Now you know.’

I smiled. ‘Yum.’


Exhibit ‘O’, Pt 2
Copyright 2014 M2B

Exhibit ‘O’, Pt 1

Posted May 26, 2014 by phlye
Categories: bdsm, D/s, erotica, kink, sex


I didn’t even bother glancing at you.

‘Oh, WELL-spotted.’

‘CUNT.’ you whispered, somewhat more forcefully.

‘Better.’ Worthy of an approving smile, at any rate.

The Gallery was all-butt vacant, save for the odd lurker. We certainly had the black leather-covered bench, which we were currently sitting on, to ourselves. The O’Keefe we were admiring in fact I had a copy of hanging in my upstairs hallway. I loved Georgia O’Keefe, and was thrilled to be sharing this experience with you.

The specific circumstances of which only added fuel to the exxxperience.

‘I want to suck you.’ you whispered, perhaps a little more loudly than was proper – but wastn’t that part of the fun.

‘Here. Now.’

A beat. ‘Yes.’

‘Well, by no small coincidence, I’d like to lift up that sheer summer dress – which I note that anyone looking carefully will note the predominance of naked nipple and denuded cunt – where I would go on my knees, part your legs, and dive STRAIGHT into that hairless muff.’

A pause. A LONG pause.

Appears I left you speechless. Maybe you were just holding your breath. You were certainly holding your knees tightly together.

‘Nothing to say.’

‘I just came.’

‘Just like that.’

‘It happens. Sometimes.’

‘And now…’

‘A wet spot.’

Cock throbbed against zipper. ‘How bad.’

You opened your legs just long enough.


‘Sloppy. Are we. Serves you for talking dirty in public.’

‘Wasn’t just me! I will say, you are the Master.’

‘At the risk of redundancy.’

You laughed when you realized.

Then you put a hand on my bulge.

‘Upping the ante? Has the game changed from strictly verbal?’

Squeezing. ‘I never made any promises about it being *just* verbal, love.’

I smiled; then grimaced at your grip. ‘You said ‘love’.’

‘Don’t let it go to your head. We passed a custodian’s closet on the first floor. Shall we?’

‘So you *don’t* want to cause a scene.’

‘Or be arrested. Not particularly.’

‘Put a damper on the whole outing. Might.’

‘Come,’ you said, taking my hand and standing. “Enough of this foreplay. I want to feel your cock inside me. ‘

‘I get to choose!’

‘Of course. Sir.’


Exhibit ‘O’, Pt 1
Copyright M2B 2014

Lolita Twenty-Thirteen, Part 9

Posted October 5, 2013 by phlye
Categories: bdsm, D/s, erotica, kink, sex

Copyright 2013 M2b


Honestly, I wasn’t sure how I’d go about wresting control anymore. Particularly now that I’d been in the clutches of not one, but two beautiful damsels, well…

It was enough to put any Dommly Master to shame, much less one who…ok, I’ll just say it: rather *liked* the attention that I’d been getting?

…apart from the car ride in the trunk. And having been dressed up in daph’s undergarments. Yes, apart from that (and the jury was still a bit out on that last point), things were actually…pretty sweet. All things considered.

‘There, there…show us where it *hurts*…’ daph said as she shower pelted down on her, cassie and I as they soaped and massaged my OH-so HURT musculature…it had been quite the car ride, to be fair, so turnabout being what it WAS…

‘Right…down…*there*…’ I groansighed. daph wasted no time gps’ing the spot, particularly as it stood, hard and throbbing between us. And from behind, cassie was doing her own kneading, gripping, and licking while on her knees, albeit from a different vantage. Her tongue felt SO good, grazing and tickling my rose. And then daph, too, was on her knees, stroking shaft and nibbling…EVER-so gently…on my full-ta burstin’ glans…

I’d taken some delight in acting like a dead weight while they dragged me into their dorm room from the car. Feigning unconsciousness – which actually wasn’t too far from the truth, given the amount of alcohol I’d consumed prior to the trip – it was fun watching them struggle with my limp form through squinty eyes.

‘GEEbus…who’s idea was this again?’ daph huffed as she and cassie managed to finally get me through the door and into the bedroom.

‘Yours,’ cassie quickly retorted as the both of them dropped me, like a sack of potatoes, onto the bed.

‘Fuck off…’ daph said, collapsing on the bed beside me. Was all I could do to suppress a grin – but I managed.

‘Look, we’re both tired, hot and sticky from the drive. Maybe if we get cleaned up we’ll start feeling better. And be a little less judgemental towards each other. We have a year where we’re gonna be living together, so…’

‘Make the best of it. Blah blah.’ daph’s eyes were closing. Ok, I peeked.


Judging from the rustle, I could tell that cassie was making good on her plans to get cleaned up. What I wouldn’t do to…oh, but there cock went, straining against zipper at even the THOUGHT of watching her strip. Were they planning on including me? If so, how was I gonna conceal my stiffie?

‘I still smell of him.’


Sure enough, cassie DID still have my essence, as evidenced when she piled her clothes overtop of me. Well, perhaps this wasn’t such a bad thing. Having her jeans overtop of my crotch helped to mask my hard-on, at least temporarily.

…her casually – or was it artfully? – draped bra and panties over my FACE, now…oh shit I needed to pull out and stroke!

‘I think he’s playing possum.’


‘What’s that.’

It’s when someone pretends to be asleep, or whatever, when they’re really not.’

‘Hmm…’ daph was up on one elbow. ‘You ‘playing possum, Mister-Master Alex?’

I could hear the mirth in her smile.

‘I wonder if…’

And then there was a boob in my mouth.

‘Hey! You’re totally getting the jump on me!’

Well, given that I had a bra and panties covering my face, and now that a BOOB was stuffed in my mouth (cassie’s nipple was curiously hard), guess it wouldn’t hurt to have a peek. And, sure enough, as I suspected daph was now busily stripping down, seemingly in an effort to best her sister once again.

…was I having the time of my life?

‘Let’s just SEE, Mister Mister…’ daph said, now fully denuded; her nipples just as hard as cassie‘s tasted. Or so I sensed. Hands were upon my trousers; then the zipper was down and…

Wasn’t long before I was dragged…kicking and screaming…(well, work with me, bayboze) into the bathroom. By two lovely, and apparently VERY horny ladies.

With a cock, HARD and ready to burst. Did I mention that?

Of course, back to where I began, cock was now halfway down daph’s throat, and as balls were gripped at one end, cassie was dutifully sucking on asshole while parting my cheeks…with fingernails, digging. Geeze these girls…

Wasn’t long before wad was ready for release and, before you could say ‘Twins, Basil!’ I’d cum in daph’s face. She was quick – but not quick enough – to capture as much of my cum in her mouth – something I was kinda surprised that she’d do, but then I had my answer.

‘Hah! Got him again!’

‘Aww…no fair!’

daph stood, draping her arms over my shoulders and, judging from cassie’s whine, giving her sister a triumphant look of satisfaction over besting her, yet again. I could only assume, given that daph’s chin was digging into my shoulder, and cassie, too, had removed her face from my ass.

‘Better luck next time, sis?’

‘Maybe he has more in him. Let’s get him to bed!’

I suspected it was going to be a LONG night…

(…no complaints…)


e[lust] Fifty: yo.

Posted September 15, 2013 by phlye
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Dressing Up for Master
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Little Red
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Casual Encounters on trains and at stations
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Why I Stay Silent
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Hotter Sex Through Intellect
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No Stupid (Kink) Questions: Episode 18 – SSC
Kink of the week: Exhibitionism
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Lolita Twenty-Thirteen, Part 8

Posted September 7, 2013 by phlye
Categories: Uncategorized

Copyright 2013 M2B


‘You stuffed him WHERE?’

‘In the trunk.’

‘Well, that explains why you insisted on putting our bags in the back seat.’


‘How’s he gonna breathe?’

Cassie smiled, manoeuvring around a truck to pass it as she and daphne sped in Cassie’s car toward the University

‘You didn’t seem quite as concerned about that when you first brought him home. Stealing my car in the process.’

daph paused, gripping her seat rest when cassie zoomed around another vehicle.

‘Crazy bitch driver! Ayeee! I SHOULD be behind the wheel!’

‘I don’t think so.’

‘One more turn like that and I’ll BE behind the wheel, but not intentionally.’


‘He’s fine. I left him with the rest of the tequila…I mean, he’s got liquid and…’

‘Where’d you get…you stole Papi’s booze?’

‘We’d almost finished it anyway. Big whup.’

‘Apart from the fact that you’re not old enough to drink…’

‘Nor are you…’

‘ANYWAY. You think he’s ok back there?’

‘Geeze you’re a fussy britches! Ok, already…we can check, if you’d like.’

‘I think that’d be best. He IS my Master, after all.’

‘*snort*. Yeah. Ok, daph. What EVER.’

Pulling off the highway, cassie found a quiet side street and parked. Both girls exited the car, and cassie popped the trunk.

Alex blinked up at them, squinting.

‘Hey. You ok in there.’ cassie winked and smiled, having echoed what she’d asked him earlier.

Alex only smiled with his eyes. Or it LOOKED like a smile. At any rate.

daph rocked on the balls of her feet.

‘Nice use of…MY cuffs.’

She sounded both impressed and chuffed.

‘I thought so.’

cassie didn’t take the bait.

‘Ball gag a bit much?’

‘Ya think?’

‘Might’ve given him something…else to wear…are those my panties?’

‘We were in a hurry?’

‘Not so much of a hurry to find…MY fave bra!’

‘But he looked so GOOD in it!’

‘Nice rope work on his ankles. How’d you manage…?’

‘…he was drunk?’

‘Would have to have been. Pissed to the gills, I’d say…did he wet himself?’

‘Looks like…no, wait.’

cassie pulled Alex’s panties down.

‘Nope. Cum.’

‘Eww! My poor panties…he’s still hard, though. Wanna see if…?’

cassie’s eyes widened at her sister, then back at Alex’s stiff cock.


Yeah, THAT was playing it cool. MmmHmm…

daph’s smile was a wry one.

‘You know.’

cassie’s quim started twitching at the very thought of uttering the words.

‘Suck? Fuck? He’s not in a very comfortable position to do either, really.’

‘Let’s take him over to the grass under those trees, then.’

NOW cassie’s clit was humming!

‘But…what if someone sees us?’

‘Shh! No one’s around…we’ll be fine!’ daph exclaimed. ‘C’mon…grab his legs!’

Heaving Alex out of the trunk, it was a wonder he was still unconscious – assuming he was, that is. Once on the grass, daph slipped up her skirt to reveal her undie-less state.

‘What? Alex is already my fave panties!’ daph said when cassie stared at her sister’s gradual denudement. ‘You waiting for Christmas? Dibs!’

Climbing over Alex’s groin and raising his cock upright, daph sighed as his mushroom head slipped in followed by shaft. She began rocking and pinching her nips as cassie also stripped down. Pausing to consider, she decided to see if Alex’s tongue was in any whys useable. Nestling over his face, cassie gyrated and pulled her lips apart.


‘Wha…something….aah…wrong, sis?’ daph asked, her cheeks slapping against Alex’s balls and his cock straight up her slit.

‘MY end doesn’t seem to be working so good.’

‘Luck of…thaaaaa…drawwwwww…sissy…’


But no matter how much she gyrated on Alex’s face…nuttin’. Nada. No cigar; no tongue.


The same could not be said of daphne.

‘Aww…did he? Did YOU?’

Pausing in the suspended animation of ‘le petit mort’, daph’s eyes were closed.

‘I did…

Don’t think he did, though,’ Daphne said, climbing off Alex’s still hard cock and letting it slap against his torso.

‘I want!’ Shoving daph aside, cassie hopped on, backwards, Alex’s now sisterly-slick cock. Bouncing up and down, what really turned cassie on was watching daphne play with her nipples as she watched Alex’s cock sliding in and out of her sister’s cunt. As cassie’s gyrations increased, daph slipped a finger inside her own quim. Soon she was matching the number of times cassie humped Alex with her index finger until…


‘Think I got some,’ cassie exclaimed, gripping her tits as she pumped a few extra times.

‘Did not! Let’s see!’ daph was unimpressed.

‘Ha. Looks like MY juices, sis…’

‘Well, you’d know. Wouldn’t you. Maybe we should continue on our way?’

‘Yeah. I guess.’

‘C’mon. Let’s bundle up ‘The Dom’ and get moving…’