Facesitting stories (sometimes also known as "face sitting", "queening", "face riding" or "smothering" stories) are tales where there is often an element of domination and submission involved.
The act of face sitting itself is where a person will squat over (not really "sitting" as such) their partner's face, lowering their genitals over their lover's mouth for oral sex. The dominating partner enjoys the feeling of empowerment as their sub is "forced" to perform oral sex on them - typically cunnilingus, but sometimes analingus too, as the mood fits!
Facesitting is popular in the kink / BDSM community as there are elements of domination, trust and control involved.
I doubted Mason and I would have ever gotten together if he hadn't beaten me at trivia night. Trivia nights at the bar were something I looked forward to since I'd retired early several years ago. I'd spent countless hours of my life reading and figured I...
The curvy woman was getting increasingly aroused as the twelve men arrived at the bar. Her blatantly short and flirty red dress was quivering on her body and her hips were swaying to the music as she strutted back and forth through the mass of male afters...
As we sat and finished the beer, I was thankful I had taken the tubs to the car. Loretta had zapped my strength. I hoped by the time we got to my, our, apartment I would regain some strength. Thank God for elevators. We were leaving, and Loretta turned an...
She wasn’t your typical rich girl wanting a huge wedding with all the trappings of wealth. In fact, Julia would have been just as happy eloping, but as the only daughter and youngest child, her parents weren’t to be denied. She congratulated herself on ke...
My boyfriend, who was restrained on the bed next to us, could hardly breathe after witnessing my ex-girlfriend devour my pussy and then me rubbing her clit while a vibrating egg was inside of her greedy pussy as I spanked her juicy ass into the best orgas...
There was an episode of the old Paul Reiser/Helen Hunt sitcom, Mad About You, where Jamie (played by Hunt) was having a conversation with her best friend Fran (played by Leila Kenzle) and Fran said, “I think I’m having a good ass day.” She had come to tha...
Not many knew about this gym. It was not advertised by any means. It was only known by word of mouth of those in the know. This gym was known only by a select group of people. People who wanted to be fit or lose weight. People who loved being humiliated....
The freight train rumbled out of the sunrise, bringing a smile to Libby's face at the open window. Closing her eyes, she let the vibrations penetrate her naked body while the cool Colorado morning breeze caressed her light brown skin, and she imagined her...
She came home right when he was due to wake up. The short, white frilly dress, brushed against her bronze, sun-kissed thighs as she got out of the taxi with her tiny gold and black designer purse. Her open-toed shoes click-clacked as she jogged up the pav...
The last glimmer of light was fading when the lovers awoke from their sleep. They had given and taken so much from each other; it was impossible to think there was any more desire left. Tim was facing Pat’s back; the fragrance from her hair was alluring....
It was her last day in this town, and she couldn't wait to get out. It was too small, too backwards, too confining for her. Sure - the people were ok, for hillbillies. She knew that she was widely known as "the Lesbian", like some sort of alien entity, fo...
Thanksgiving morning, Tim looked at Elenore. She was smiling, so Tim rolled over to her and gave her a good morning kiss. Elenore looked at Tom with a loving look. He put his arm around her neck, and she rolled onto his shoulder. “Mmm, this is a wonderful...
Marga tickled her clit gently with her finger, imagining it was her lover, Isobela’s tongue. Her lips welcomed her finger, as it had her first penis exactly two years ago to the day, when she had given her virginity to Hector. Two years! She’d had a good...
The building could have been on fire, and Dunz still wouldn’t have risked standing. Not while the thick, Latina catwalk model sashayed on stage. Gone were the days of the industry staying confined to the stereotypical runway body type. Thank goodness for...
I left you my card when I finished up, hoping that I would get another chance to eat your pussy. It was a few days later when you called and said you had something for me to look at. My thoughts went straight to you sitting on my face until you had an org...
