Wit & Nipples 🍒

[firefox27eros]

I will be responding to messages and maybe writing something for you all later! For now, enjoy the rest of the longest day of the year! And happy midsummer! I myself am having Latvian sausages, along with sauerkraut, cooking the sausages on the open fire I built and having a couple of beers!
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Hope you had a lovely night!

 

[DeeDeeGQ]

I keep thinking about the challenge from last weekend to describe how I would want to spend my last evening alive with food, beverage, and entertainment. I was astounded by the quality of many of the responses to the challenge laid down by @SpicyBean99.

I’d go for a gin Martini with stuffed olives, oysters on the half-shell, crab cakes, and lobster. Over Port wine afterwards, I'd love to see and hear a classic performance of a seductive Argentine tango with an accompanying string quartet.

 

[urbangentleman]

I will be responding to messages and maybe writing something for you all later! For now, enjoy the rest of the longest day of the year! And happy midsummer! I myself am having Latvian sausages, along with sauerkraut, cooking the sausages on the open fire I built and having a couple of beers!
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Yum! Nothing better than cold beer and grilled snacks.

 

[SpicyBean99]

It's always exciting reading personal experiences, they have that ring of truth, and the sort of details that really stick out. They'd all be worth reading, the sub and dom experiences sound particularly intriguing, you've already touched on how intense and fun they were...

Afternoon

Here follows a very rough draft of a short memory of my first ever sub/dom experience. Names have been changed for the sake of fiction (and a little creative distance, for example I’ve called myself Charlotte.) It’s only a short exert from the very beginning and it’s a FIRST draft so it’s a lil messy here and there but I wanted to see if it was worth extending? Let me know

The first rule was of course to always make sure that I was absolutely clear on handing over my consent. I had already read the rules he’d listed, giggling nervously, biting at the skin around my nails. Before all of this, Joe (my dom) had been slowly integrating me into his world of “rules” as he liked to call it, he told me that diving head first into a sub/dom relationship wouldn’t work for him, or for me.

“It doesn’t work that way,” he said once, brushing hair out of my face with his fingers. “Your body can submit, but if your mind isn’t ready, that’s not real submission. And I’m not interested in taking control over someone who doesn’t know they want to give it.”

To be totally honest, I had never experienced anything like this before. I was turning 19 and had recently left my first Polyamorous relationship which.. was as was as experimental as I’d ever been. If anything I would have said that at the time, I was a basic vanilla girl.

I hardly knew what submitting meant. I thought it just meant following orders, maybe in the bedroom, maybe a little beyond. But it wasn’t until I was living it, until I felt how entirely grounded I became under my Dom’s attention, that I understood. Submission wasn’t about giving up control. It was about being seen, about being held. He started the rules gently, making sure I had at least an hours exercise a day, even if this was just going for a walk, or stretching. I wasn’t allowed to masturbate; unless he told me I could and even then I would have to send him a video, or FaceTime him. I loved those mutual masturbation video calls, he would give me orders, telling me when and where I could touch myself and when to stop. There wouldn’t be a chance I could get away with just having a slice of toast and a cigarette to get me through the day, I was to eat at least two good, nutritious meals. If my mood dipped, he would need to know why and always expected answers, never allowing me to disappear into myself and hold onto unnecessary hurt. Like I said, he made me feel entirely seen. So then by the time he finally asked if I was ready to take it a further, my answer wasn’t hesitant. It was a fucking need.

I was ready.

He told me to kneel facing the wall once I’d slipped into lingerie and placed the blindfold over my eyes. I chose to wear a black silk slip, it was sexy, very short and made me feel small, and feminine. I of course decided on wearing nothing else beneath it. I remember my heart beating out of my chest as I knelt down on his wooden bedroom floor, I let my hands fall to my sides and waited for the door to open behind me, closing my eyes and doing my utmost to calm my breathing. Despite my nerves, I could feel a gentle, soft throbbing between my legs and the butterflies in my lower stomach only increased the more excited I became.

The door opened; and I heard footsteps approaching me. I think at this point I stopped breathing, my throat dry and mouth almost sticky. I felt his hand run down my hair and a moan escaped my lips.

“Did I say you could make a noise?” He said firmly, gripping my hair in his fist and pulling it backwards.

“No..no. I’m sorry.”

He yanked harder this time, and my neck stretched back, baring my throat, my face tilted up toward the ceiling.

“You’re sorry… Master.”

He knelt down now and I could feel him, the heat of his strong body, pressing into me from behind.

“Say it.”

“I’m sorry, Master.”

He let go of my hair so suddenly I almost collapsed forward, but he caught me by the waist and steadied me.

“Bend over Charlotte, I’m going to punish you for moaning.”

I placed my palms flat on the cold floor, letting the silk slip fall loose around my hips. I spread my knees wide and arched my back, lowering myself until I knew he could see everything, my pussy bared entirely for him. I knew he wasn’t prepared for me to not be wearing any underwear, but he hadn’t made that a rule. Yet.

There was a pause. Just long enough for me to wonder if he was looking. How I wished I could rip that blindfold off to have a look, to know if he was silently furious or turned on or both.

The heat of his palm cracked across the back of my buttocks.

I gasped.

One hand pressed down on my lower back, holding me in place.

You think I won’t ruin this sweet little body for disobeying me?”

“Sorry Master.” I pleaded.

Another slap. This time between my thighs. My whole body jolted forward with the sheer force of it.

“Count.”

“One, Master.”

“Louder.”

“One, Master,” I cried, voice shaking. My pussy clenched, slick and aching. “Two.”

His fingers traced the spot he had just struck, then slid upward. When they brushed over my folds, he groaned.

 

[Azuldrgon]

Afternoon

Here follows a very rough draft of a short memory of my first ever sub/dom experience. Names have been changed for the sake of fiction (and a little creative distance, for example I’ve called myself Charlotte.) It’s only a short exert from the very beginning and it’s a FIRST draft so it’s a lil messy here and there but I wanted to see if it was worth extending? Let me know

The first rule was of course to always make sure that I was absolutely clear on handing over my consent. I had already read the rules he’d listed, giggling nervously, biting at the skin around my nails. Before all of this, Joe (my dom) had been slowly integrating me into his world of “rules” as he liked to call it, he told me that diving head first into a sub/dom relationship wouldn’t work for him, or for me.

“It doesn’t work that way,” he said once, brushing hair out of my face with his fingers. “Your body can submit, but if your mind isn’t ready, that’s not real submission. And I’m not interested in taking control over someone who doesn’t know they want to give it.”

To be totally honest, I had never experienced anything like this before. I was turning 19 and had recently left my first Polyamorous relationship which.. was as was as experimental as I’d ever been. If anything I would have said that at the time, I was a basic vanilla girl.

I hardly knew what submitting meant. I thought it just meant following orders, maybe in the bedroom, maybe a little beyond. But it wasn’t until I was living it, until I felt how entirely grounded I became under my Dom’s attention, that I understood. Submission wasn’t about giving up control. It was about being seen, about being held. He started the rules gently, making sure I had at least an hours exercise a day, even if this was just going for a walk, or stretching. I wasn’t allowed to masturbate; unless he told me I could and even then I would have to send him a video, or FaceTime him. I loved those mutual masturbation video calls, he would give me orders, telling me when and where I could touch myself and when to stop. There wouldn’t be a chance I could get away with just having a slice of toast and a cigarette to get me through the day, I was to eat at least two good, nutritious meals. If my mood dipped, he would need to know why and always expected answers, never allowing me to disappear into myself and hold onto unnecessary hurt. Like I said, he made me feel entirely seen. So then by the time he finally asked if I was ready to take it a further, my answer wasn’t hesitant. It was a fucking need.

I was ready.

He told me to kneel facing the wall once I’d slipped into lingerie and placed the blindfold over my eyes. I chose to wear a black silk slip, it was sexy, very short and made me feel small, and feminine. I of course decided on wearing nothing else beneath it. I remember my heart beating out of my chest as I knelt down on his wooden bedroom floor, I let my hands fall to my sides and waited for the door to open behind me, closing my eyes and doing my utmost to calm my breathing. Despite my nerves, I could feel a gentle, soft throbbing between my legs and the butterflies in my lower stomach only increased the more excited I became.

The door opened; and I heard footsteps approaching me. I think at this point I stopped breathing, my throat dry and mouth almost sticky. I felt his hand run down my hair and a moan escaped my lips.

“Did I say you could make a noise?” He said firmly, gripping my hair in his fist and pulling it backwards.

“No..no. I’m sorry.”

He yanked harder this time, and my neck stretched back, baring my throat, my face tilted up toward the ceiling.

“You’re sorry… Master.”

He knelt down now and I could feel him, the heat of his strong body, pressing into me from behind.

“Say it.”

“I’m sorry, Master.”

He let go of my hair so suddenly I almost collapsed forward, but he caught me by the waist and steadied me.

“Bend over Charlotte, I’m going to punish you for moaning.”

I placed my palms flat on the cold floor, letting the silk slip fall loose around my hips. I spread my knees wide and arched my back, lowering myself until I knew he could see everything, my pussy bared entirely for him. I knew he wasn’t prepared for me to not be wearing any underwear, but he hadn’t made that a rule. Yet.

There was a pause. Just long enough for me to wonder if he was looking. How I wished I could rip that blindfold off to have a look, to know if he was silently furious or turned on or both.

The heat of his palm cracked across the back of my buttocks.

I gasped.

One hand pressed down on my lower back, holding me in place.

You think I won’t ruin this sweet little body for disobeying me?”

“Sorry Master.” I pleaded.

Another slap. This time between my thighs. My whole body jolted forward with the sheer force of it.

“Count.”

“One, Master.”

“Louder.”

“One, Master,” I cried, voice shaking. My pussy clenched, slick and aching. “Two.”

His fingers traced the spot he had just struck, then slid upward. When they brushed over my folds, he groaned.

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Good morning.
The first experience is always the most difficult.
It was well written and hot.
And you in that sundress, magical.
Thank you as always for the morning encouragement, @SpicyBean99 .

 

[ChasBozwell30]

Afternoon

Here follows a very rough draft of a short memory of my first ever sub/dom experience. Names have been changed for the sake of fiction (and a little creative distance, for example I’ve called myself Charlotte.) It’s only a short exert from the very beginning and it’s a FIRST draft so it’s a lil messy here and there but I wanted to see if it was worth extending? Let me know

The first rule was of course to always make sure that I was absolutely clear on handing over my consent. I had already read the rules he’d listed, giggling nervously, biting at the skin around my nails. Before all of this, Joe (my dom) had been slowly integrating me into his world of “rules” as he liked to call it, he told me that diving head first into a sub/dom relationship wouldn’t work for him, or for me.

“It doesn’t work that way,” he said once, brushing hair out of my face with his fingers. “Your body can submit, but if your mind isn’t ready, that’s not real submission. And I’m not interested in taking control over someone who doesn’t know they want to give it.”

To be totally honest, I had never experienced anything like this before. I was turning 19 and had recently left my first Polyamorous relationship which.. was as was as experimental as I’d ever been. If anything I would have said that at the time, I was a basic vanilla girl.

I hardly knew what submitting meant. I thought it just meant following orders, maybe in the bedroom, maybe a little beyond. But it wasn’t until I was living it, until I felt how entirely grounded I became under my Dom’s attention, that I understood. Submission wasn’t about giving up control. It was about being seen, about being held. He started the rules gently, making sure I had at least an hours exercise a day, even if this was just going for a walk, or stretching. I wasn’t allowed to masturbate; unless he told me I could and even then I would have to send him a video, or FaceTime him. I loved those mutual masturbation video calls, he would give me orders, telling me when and where I could touch myself and when to stop. There wouldn’t be a chance I could get away with just having a slice of toast and a cigarette to get me through the day, I was to eat at least two good, nutritious meals. If my mood dipped, he would need to know why and always expected answers, never allowing me to disappear into myself and hold onto unnecessary hurt. Like I said, he made me feel entirely seen. So then by the time he finally asked if I was ready to take it a further, my answer wasn’t hesitant. It was a fucking need.

I was ready.

He told me to kneel facing the wall once I’d slipped into lingerie and placed the blindfold over my eyes. I chose to wear a black silk slip, it was sexy, very short and made me feel small, and feminine. I of course decided on wearing nothing else beneath it. I remember my heart beating out of my chest as I knelt down on his wooden bedroom floor, I let my hands fall to my sides and waited for the door to open behind me, closing my eyes and doing my utmost to calm my breathing. Despite my nerves, I could feel a gentle, soft throbbing between my legs and the butterflies in my lower stomach only increased the more excited I became.

The door opened; and I heard footsteps approaching me. I think at this point I stopped breathing, my throat dry and mouth almost sticky. I felt his hand run down my hair and a moan escaped my lips.

“Did I say you could make a noise?” He said firmly, gripping my hair in his fist and pulling it backwards.

“No..no. I’m sorry.”

He yanked harder this time, and my neck stretched back, baring my throat, my face tilted up toward the ceiling.

“You’re sorry… Master.”

He knelt down now and I could feel him, the heat of his strong body, pressing into me from behind.

“Say it.”

“I’m sorry, Master.”

He let go of my hair so suddenly I almost collapsed forward, but he caught me by the waist and steadied me.

“Bend over Charlotte, I’m going to punish you for moaning.”

I placed my palms flat on the cold floor, letting the silk slip fall loose around my hips. I spread my knees wide and arched my back, lowering myself until I knew he could see everything, my pussy bared entirely for him. I knew he wasn’t prepared for me to not be wearing any underwear, but he hadn’t made that a rule. Yet.

There was a pause. Just long enough for me to wonder if he was looking. How I wished I could rip that blindfold off to have a look, to know if he was silently furious or turned on or both.

The heat of his palm cracked across the back of my buttocks.

I gasped.

One hand pressed down on my lower back, holding me in place.

You think I won’t ruin this sweet little body for disobeying me?”

“Sorry Master.” I pleaded.

Another slap. This time between my thighs. My whole body jolted forward with the sheer force of it.

“Count.”

“One, Master.”

“Louder.”

“One, Master,” I cried, voice shaking. My pussy clenched, slick and aching. “Two.”

His fingers traced the spot he had just struck, then slid upward. When they brushed over my folds, he groaned.

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Oh wow, this is so well done. Very hot and very well written. Love the intimate build and sense of self exploration. The sense of nerves and fascinated curiosity that come with a first time... Would love to know what happened next.

Also you look stunning in that picture x

 

[ycym]

I placed my palms flat on the cold floor, letting the silk slip fall loose around my hips. I spread my knees wide and arched my back, lowering myself until I knew he could see everything, my pussy bared entirely for him. I knew he wasn’t prepared for me to not be wearing any underwear, but he hadn’t made that a rule. Yet.

Yes... ^^ how I can imagine this.

 

[SpicyBean99]

Oh and… a little for you too from the bean archives

…maybe imagine those are your boxers I’m wearing… unless of course you wear those tighty whitey types

Enjoy.

 

[Lickr4u]

Oh and… a little for you too from the bean archives

…maybe imagine those are your boxers I’m wearing… unless of course you wear those tighty whitey types

Enjoy.

Beautiful morning!

 

[OldSoldier96]

Oh and… a little for you too from the bean archives

…maybe imagine those are your boxers I’m wearing… unless of course you wear those tighty whitey types

Enjoy.

Na. Ranger panties

 

[SpicyBean99]

Na. Ranger panties

I’ve always wondered if before a date, as a man you ever decide to wear a different type of boxer shorts? Like do you own a “special” pair or is it solely women who dress up nice underneath their clothes?

 

[ycym]

Oh and… a little for you too from the bean archives

…maybe imagine those are your boxers I’m wearing… unless of course you wear those tighty whitey types

Enjoy.

You dirty dirty girl. I love it.

 

[urbangentleman]

Oh and… a little for you too from the bean archives

…maybe imagine those are your boxers I’m wearing… unless of course you wear those tighty whitey types

Enjoy.

Clothing theft is hot. Cozy hoodies in the cool months and crisp boxers year round

 

[ycym]

I’ve always wondered if before a date, as a man you ever decide to wear a different type of boxer shorts? Like do you own a “special” pair or is it solely women who dress up nice underneath their clothes?

I don't wear boxers.

 

[SpicyBean99]

I don't wear boxers.

I’m assuming you wear a thong then?

 

[ycym]

I’m assuming you wear a thong then?

No...

 

[urbangentleman]

P.S. Us old gen x guys have hella flannel too

 

[firefox27eros]

Oh and… a little for you too from the bean archives

…maybe imagine those are your boxers I’m wearing… unless of course you wear those tighty whitey types

Enjoy.

You are so beautiful and your hard nipples are crying for a mouth can suck them very well!

 

[OldSoldier96]

I’ve always wondered if before a date, as a man you ever decide to wear a different type of boxer shorts? Like do you own a “special” pair or is it solely women who dress up nice underneath their clothes?

They are short silk military shorts we wear when we work out. So comfortable I just wear them under my daily attire.

 

[Cybmorg]

I’ve always wondered if before a date, as a man you ever decide to wear a different type of boxer shorts? Like do you own a “special” pair or is it solely women who dress up nice underneath their clothes?

I definitely have a few favourites for dates, but at my age one would expect an exceptional underwear drawer. Not a hole or relaxed elastic in sight

 

[Tbearatl2]

Oh and… a little for you too from the bean archives

…maybe imagine those are your boxers I’m wearing… unless of course you wear those tighty whitey types

Enjoy.

Good morning sexy.

 

[GallantWriter]

Afternoon

Here follows a very rough draft of a short memory of my first ever sub/dom experience. Names have been changed for the sake of fiction (and a little creative distance, for example I’ve called myself Charlotte.) It’s only a short exert from the very beginning and it’s a FIRST draft so it’s a lil messy here and there but I wanted to see if it was worth extending? Let me know

The first rule was of course to always make sure that I was absolutely clear on handing over my consent. I had already read the rules he’d listed, giggling nervously, biting at the skin around my nails. Before all of this, Joe (my dom) had been slowly integrating me into his world of “rules” as he liked to call it, he told me that diving head first into a sub/dom relationship wouldn’t work for him, or for me.

“It doesn’t work that way,” he said once, brushing hair out of my face with his fingers. “Your body can submit, but if your mind isn’t ready, that’s not real submission. And I’m not interested in taking control over someone who doesn’t know they want to give it.”

To be totally honest, I had never experienced anything like this before. I was turning 19 and had recently left my first Polyamorous relationship which.. was as was as experimental as I’d ever been. If anything I would have said that at the time, I was a basic vanilla girl.

I hardly knew what submitting meant. I thought it just meant following orders, maybe in the bedroom, maybe a little beyond. But it wasn’t until I was living it, until I felt how entirely grounded I became under my Dom’s attention, that I understood. Submission wasn’t about giving up control. It was about being seen, about being held. He started the rules gently, making sure I had at least an hours exercise a day, even if this was just going for a walk, or stretching. I wasn’t allowed to masturbate; unless he told me I could and even then I would have to send him a video, or FaceTime him. I loved those mutual masturbation video calls, he would give me orders, telling me when and where I could touch myself and when to stop. There wouldn’t be a chance I could get away with just having a slice of toast and a cigarette to get me through the day, I was to eat at least two good, nutritious meals. If my mood dipped, he would need to know why and always expected answers, never allowing me to disappear into myself and hold onto unnecessary hurt. Like I said, he made me feel entirely seen. So then by the time he finally asked if I was ready to take it a further, my answer wasn’t hesitant. It was a fucking need.

I was ready.

He told me to kneel facing the wall once I’d slipped into lingerie and placed the blindfold over my eyes. I chose to wear a black silk slip, it was sexy, very short and made me feel small, and feminine. I of course decided on wearing nothing else beneath it. I remember my heart beating out of my chest as I knelt down on his wooden bedroom floor, I let my hands fall to my sides and waited for the door to open behind me, closing my eyes and doing my utmost to calm my breathing. Despite my nerves, I could feel a gentle, soft throbbing between my legs and the butterflies in my lower stomach only increased the more excited I became.

The door opened; and I heard footsteps approaching me. I think at this point I stopped breathing, my throat dry and mouth almost sticky. I felt his hand run down my hair and a moan escaped my lips.

“Did I say you could make a noise?” He said firmly, gripping my hair in his fist and pulling it backwards.

“No..no. I’m sorry.”

He yanked harder this time, and my neck stretched back, baring my throat, my face tilted up toward the ceiling.

“You’re sorry… Master.”

He knelt down now and I could feel him, the heat of his strong body, pressing into me from behind.

“Say it.”

“I’m sorry, Master.”

He let go of my hair so suddenly I almost collapsed forward, but he caught me by the waist and steadied me.

“Bend over Charlotte, I’m going to punish you for moaning.”

I placed my palms flat on the cold floor, letting the silk slip fall loose around my hips. I spread my knees wide and arched my back, lowering myself until I knew he could see everything, my pussy bared entirely for him. I knew he wasn’t prepared for me to not be wearing any underwear, but he hadn’t made that a rule. Yet.

There was a pause. Just long enough for me to wonder if he was looking. How I wished I could rip that blindfold off to have a look, to know if he was silently furious or turned on or both.

The heat of his palm cracked across the back of my buttocks.

I gasped.

One hand pressed down on my lower back, holding me in place.

You think I won’t ruin this sweet little body for disobeying me?”

“Sorry Master.” I pleaded.

Another slap. This time between my thighs. My whole body jolted forward with the sheer force of it.

“Count.”

“One, Master.”

“Louder.”

“One, Master,” I cried, voice shaking. My pussy clenched, slick and aching. “Two.”

His fingers traced the spot he had just struck, then slid upward. When they brushed over my folds, he groaned.

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God your writing is sublime, even if it's not done yet. Shit, that was a sexy story. And then to see your beautiful face too? Heaven.

 

[GallantWriter]

I’ve always wondered if before a date, as a man you ever decide to wear a different type of boxer shorts? Like do you own a “special” pair or is it solely women who dress up nice underneath their clothes?

I definitely have worn more form fitting boxers for dates.

 

[GallantWriter]

Oh and… a little for you too from the bean archives

…maybe imagine those are your boxers I’m wearing… unless of course you wear those tighty whitey types

Enjoy.

God you look good in everything!

 

[Chilllax]

I thought this was kinda cool…

I found an interesting chatGPT prompt and was… surprised by the outcome!

Prompt: Please create a high contrast close portrait of my face focusing on front head, in black and white closeup, 35mm lens, 4k HD quality, giving proud expression, water droplets on my face, black shadow background only face is visible with my profile looking sharper, adding wet hair, ratio 4:3.

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My humble 2 cents: this one of the most beautiful picture sets I have seen from you. Sure, AI did it's thing but the foundation is rock solid