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The Monster from Coney Island

A few months back, I went over to this guy’s pad for some bondage play. I met him on TiedAndFucked dot com — so I trusted he would deliver. As soon as I walked through the door, he striped me naked and pushed me to my knees.

“Suck it,” he demanded. Which is fine as I didn’t need asking. Com’on, any chick who is a member of T&F is what you’d call an easy bet.

One time, this dude handcuffed me before I even got through the front door. A recipe for disaster, you would think… Turned out rather well, but that’s a story for another day.

OK. Kneeling in front of him I enthusiastically pulled out his rod. But to be honest, it was less of a rod and more curvy, like a snake. A long one too. But I’ve seen all kinds of cock in my time, so without hesitation I clasped my lips around the shaft and began to treat him to my considerable oral talents.

As well as looking a little odd, it smelled like fish and chips, you know the aroma that wafts around seaside towns — fishy and salty rolled into one. Not unpleasant. Just a little strange. I wondered if he’d recently wanked off. That would answer why he wasn’t totally rigid, and jizz is very individual, scent wise. Don’t you find?

His cock got longer and longer while I sucked, until he was literally deep throating me. Told you I have superior oral skills.

After about five minutes, he looked flushed and told me to lay on the bed. He swiftly bound me to each corner, so from above I thought I must have looked like a starfish. Yep. I just couldn’t shake off that ocean scene. But I was happy to be tied up. Now for the fucking I’d anticipated. And I wasn’t wrong!

Right before my eyes, the guy’s groin seem to erupt and five more cocks broke through the skin, growing and undulating as I watched.

His head flopped forward, eyes disappearing into the back of their sockets while the tentacles — cause that’s what they were — began to coil out, across, and around my body.

I’m not easily shocked but it did appear the dude who’d secured me to the bed had morphed into some kind of sea creature without even an apology. I am sure you can understand why I began to scream. Loudly.

Immediately, I was silenced into a pout by the end of one of the tentacles. Then, something wet and slimy entered my mouth. Similar to being French kissed by a vigorous suitor.

I calmed myself by breathing though my nose, before I became distracted by the most girthy appendage swiftly entering my cunt and pumping with vengeance. The pace was remarkable. Even though I was secured to the mattress my torso rode up the bed as a consequence. And still the serpent kiss continued.

My head was bouncing off the bed-board. I felt dazed and began to wonder if I was having a weird lucid dream when another slimmer tentacle snaked around my back and sneaked into my asshole before expanding and filling me competently.

At this point the kisser stopped seducing my lips but began to plummet the depths of my mouth, really putting my deep throating abilities to the test. My whole body was pulsing to the tune of this beast when my endorphins kicked in and the blood began rushing to every nerve cell in my body. I was being stimulated beyond my wildest desire, and the fact the protagonist was not something I recognised, made no difference. I started to convulse and shake as the most intense climax took hold.

The creature’s appendages withdrew and I laid back, satiated, before falling into a deep sleep. I awoke, untied and covered with a blanket. Without checking if the monster from Coney Island was home, I grabbed my clothes and ran.

What a ride. Even though, I didn’t know where the guy originated from or what those tendrils really gained from me, as soon as I went online I made sure to put my membership for T&F on auto-renewal — just in case I got another chance to find out.


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Tied Up ~ A Short Erotic Story

Every day on my way to the office I pass the City University and am not just reminded of how my degree enabled me to to be hired for the well payed position I hold at the Merchant bank. No. My cunt never fails to summon me back to a memory from the end of my first year. Just thinking about it dampens my panties and colours my mind.

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Advice for would be Kink Enthusiasts

A good way to begin your foray into BDSM is by carrying out some research and then coming together with your partner to share your findings. At this point you can work out what you both want to try and where your limits and boundaries may lie.

Deciding you’re going to add some twists and turns to your sex life is just the beginning. Next you should look into what equipment you might need and where you can purchase such items. When my man and I embarked on our journey, at first, we made good use of everyday objects we came across. Let me explain…

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I’d had to wait such a long time to explore my submissive side, when the time finally came I hardly knew where to start. What do we do? What kind of stuff do we need? Fortunately, my man and I brought our vivid imaginations and some practical skills to our sexual adventuring. Our first “weekend away” took us to a remote farm and within an hour he had me tied up to the solid oak beams in the hay-loft. Farmers, it seems, leave baling twine everywhere. I was well-trussed, upright with my arms and legs spread, wrists and ankles fixed tight to knot-holes and hooks. Some delicious spanking followed, and he used his belt, hands and mouth on me before letting his cock loose. At last my sexy dreams were coming true – and I was coming too.

Back at home, my man produced a home-made flail and we made good use of my cast-iron bed-frame, with four of my nylon scarves tied to the posts at each corner. The classic ‘X’ position became a real favourite. I know he loves to see me spread-eagled and waiting for him. I usually dress up for the occasion, in the kind of fuck-me-now lingerie which gets us both horny and eager.

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On another trip to the countryside, we found ourselves in a conservatory complete with a wrought-iron bench. We couldn’t resist this opportunity. After some thought, I stripped off and let my man position me length-ways for his pleasure. This time he bound my ankles to the bench and my hands behind my back using some of my stockings. We always travel with a bag of sexy bits and pieces. The finishing touch was a stocking pulled tight over my head, leaving my mouth exposed. Partly blindfolded, I adored the feel of the cold iron pressed hard against my skin as I was used for his pleasure. Needless to say he fucked my face and soaked me in hot cum! Again…

Choosing Equipment

As mentioned above, during these early days we generally used items we already owned. It is amazing how many – what once appeared ordinary items – can be used to enhance a bondage scene for kink enthusiasts. But as time went on we branched out and found some online sex toy outlets who provided great products for a good price. Although we did buy my collar from the local pet-shop, choosing a nicely-padded black leather job with metal studs. My man revealed a particular fondness for tying my hands behind my back with some hemp rope. Or above my head to a hook in the ceiling.

One of the great aspects of our countryside jaunts is the number of opportunities there are if you’re hanging around farms and fields. Given the right weather, a five-bar gate is the ideal frame for fun and games with ropes or twine. Hay bales, of course, make a nice yielding bed for a well-bound girl and a soft landing if you happen fall to your knees in search of a cock to suck.

If you use your imagination there’s plenty of domestic opportunities to be exploited. I’ve been tied to more than a few dining tables and chairs. Not to mention upright posts and one particularly sturdy coffee-table. Never underestimate a bean-bag or a pile of cushions either.

As time has gone on we’ve added to our bondage toy-box with shop bought products, household items and clothing, such as scarfs and belts. It is best to keep all the equipment safely in one place. A case in the wardrobe for instance. This ensures you know exactly where to find what’s needed to inspire and contribute to a sexy bondage session. Not to mention, you don’t want to leave any of it laying around for your mother in law to find!


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Holiday Sex Bedroom Blooper

This true tale happened about four or five summers ago. Memories from those years are bathed in a wonderful dreamy, glow. Still very vivid, yet they now have a far-away feel to them. I am so glad my man and I explored many different places and ideas back then. It was a fine time to be in love and enjoying all that life had to offer.

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Learning to Become Comfortable With Your Kinks

I recently wrote how being kinky is not perverse and what may be normal for one kinkster won’t be for another. The following article is not written by me but it does delve into being kinky.

It is a guest post exploring different kinks and how to find someone suitable to share them with.

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