I'm exhausted, but really wanting someone to come play with my nipples and edge me for a few hours... You know, simple things.
2020-06-14 06:49:37 +0000 UTC View Post
The magician closed the doors to his study, a flick of the wrist making the enchanted locks snap into position with a small click. He could leave the windows open (he thought to himself) unless someone was unlucky enough to be flying by his upper story window. After checking to make sure nobody was listening he began to move to a corner of the room, removing an orate fabric and revealing the object below. The mirror was large, and despite the pulsing magic, clearly showed it's age as the magician gave a cursory look to check for any recent damage or wear. The mirror itself was spotless and devoid of any scratches, but it's gilded frame showed clear signs of weathering and handling over however many years it's existed. With another wave of his hands, the device lifted from its housing, and was placed carefully in the center of the room, facing up. The mirror vibrated in place slightly as if in protest, but soon enough calmed down and reflected a perfect image onto its face. The magician gave a sigh of relief and removed his robes, shuddering at the temperature in the room and moved closer to the mirror. The mirror, as he knew it, had the ability to not only reflect images, but also sensations. He wasn't exactly sure what use this would serve (Possibly to amplify magical effects? He needed to do more research) but after spending so many days alone in his tower found an unintended side effect of its powers. Grunting into position, the magician straddled on top of the mirror, staring at his reflection as he could feel the magic connect with him. He grabbed at his chubby chest as a test, clamping a hand around one of his perked nipples and gasped - He could feel his hand of course, but as the power intensified it felt like two, four or even ten strangers grabbing at his chest at the same time. With a shuddered breath he continued, moving his hands downward and rubbed at his cock, pre leaking onto the mirror as he stroked himself, and feeling the simultaneous sensation of multiple strong hands working his shaft. His moans echoed around the room as he continued his work, risking already having an orgasm. Gasping for breath the magician removed his hands from his member and licked his fingers, turning himself around and slipping the fingers against his hairy hole, working their way inside. He had only dared to do this with a single digit before- but found himself screaming out as he was filled and with what felt like thick fingers, cocks, and fists. His hips bucked forward against his hand as he shot his load, thick ropes of cum rushing across the mirror and onto the stone floor beyond. The man collapsed in a heap against the object, catching his breath as he eventually collected himself enough to begin to clean the mess. Making notes, he wondered to himself if having a partner would also have the same duplication effect... [Photoshoot from 2/2/20 - I love these photos so much! I originally found this mirror next to a dumpster and took it home years ago, I'm happy I was able to get some decent use out of it!]
2020-06-12 23:00:35 +0000 UTC View Post
I've been with my Husband for just over four years now - Typically he likes to stay behind the scenes, but now and then will humor me and help with photos and videos. When explaining that I wanted his help I described it as "Oh, just something where you grab at my belly and shake it around." - I didn't put much thought into it, but I wanted to take photos showcasing my belly and try something dramatic with the lights. Once everything was set up we sat on a corner of the bed, tripod, and camera ready. (My phone staying just out of frame as a remote shutter) ...Sometimes, I forget that when you've been with someone long enough, they know exactly how to push every single one of your buttons. Once the lights were on and the camera was shooting, I felt his large arms wrap around me - I'm a reasonably tall person, but my Husband is close or just past 6'5". Ok. Feels normal, we talked about doing belly shakes. Perfect. I moaned out and my body shuddered as I noticed his other hand clamp around my nipple. My chest is sensitive and grabbing at them will make me a writhing mess if I'm not careful. I felt his hand brace even harder as he grabbed at my belly with his other hand, my body squirming under his embrace like I had been captured somehow. Keeping a grip on my phone to continue taking pictures was... difficult, but I knew he was helping me put on a good show, even if I wasn't exactly expecting it. After some continued moans and squirms I felt his mouth at the nape of my neck - biting was something else I was very much weak against. And he was very well aware of that. Between his bites and pushing my hand to keep me from touching myself, the photoshoot ended with me out of breath and nearly out of my mind from being so aroused, both of us flopping on the bed and finishing right then and there. I need to convince him to help me with things more often. [Photoshoot from 12/9/19]
2020-06-05 23:00:56 +0000 UTC View Post
"I don't see the point of this." The noble barked, feeling his robes and garments being gently removed and taken away by staff as he entered the studio. The portrait painter had an impassive expression, but there was something behind his eyes that made the man slightly on edge. "I assure you, my lord, this is my specialty. It's why you set to contract me for this piece, correct?" The painter replied coolly, staying a safe distance behind his easel. The artist was tall and handsome, his expression deep and unreadable behind his thick beard, eyebrows, and hair pulled back into a makeshift ponytail. His eyes were sharp and made the noble almost uncomfortable with how piercing they were. Despite the beast-like appearance, he was known as one of the best artists in the region. "Now, if you are ready, we can begin..." The feeling of being commanded by this otherwise commoner was a strange one. Who was he to give commands to someone ordained by the king? The order continued to echo in his mind, and before he could protest, the noble sat as directed. Only a small bolt of fabric kept him decent, facing the painter directly and just ahead of him. The artist smiled- the room was suddenly very empty... Was this part of his artistic process? "Now... my lord. If you can remove your fabric, we can begin." An edge returned to his voice as the last words slipped from his mouth. The noble's body couldn't help but react to being commanded yet again, baring everything for the painter as he began his work, eyes drilling deeply into his subject. "Touch your cock. Stroke yourself." The artist's tone was flat and commanding. The noble's body shuddered again, bare ass nearly slipping off the chair. "I- I beg your pardon?" He choked, not sure even how to react to such vulgar language used in front of him. "Touch your cock. Stroke yourself. Now." He repeated. The noble couldn't help as his hands snaked around his member, scooting himself forward to let his cock and balls hang over the edge for easier access. The noble moaned as he worked himself, pressing his hole against the wood of the chair as he could feel his muscles flexing and contracting in the same rhythm as his hands. "Good. That's good." The painter said peacefully, his eyes fixed on his subject as he retreated from the easel and made his way closer. "You like being told what to do, don't you? I hardly even have to use my magic to make you do this. Interesting." The painter placed a finger on the noble's forehead and worked in downward, making circles around his heaving nipples and stopping at the end of his cock, flicking the end painfully. "Cum for me. Give me your load and I'll keep you always feeling this good, my lord." His tone was cruel, but the noble couldn't help himself but pump his cock harder, the commands from his new master sending him over the edge as he shot thick ropes of cum, being carefully caught by the artist in his free hand. "Good. Good. We still have a few hours. I wonder what else I can invite you into doing." He said with a quiet smile, the noble still catching his breath. The artist licked his palm, taking in his prize. He would make sure there would be much more for him to enjoy later. [Photoshoot from 1/12/20 - For my birthday I had my nails professionally done, and to celebrate I wanted to do a blue-themed photoshoot to show them off! I wasn't sure how to tie a good story into this, but who can resist a good fantasy with an emasculated king and a 'handy' painter?]
2020-05-29 22:01:07 +0000 UTC View Post
The curtains lift and the courtesan lays before you. His eyes glance over your form, shifting weight on the expensive sheets and pillows, waiting for the transaction to complete so he can begin his work. Your feel yourself tremble as you take in the smell of incense, burning lazily and etching lines across the air between the both of you. Before you can become distracted, a gruff "Ah-hem" breaks your concentration. The palace guard gives you a nod, motioning his hand outward expectantly. You knew this one specifically was expensive, especially being male, but it was well worth it - You dispense a few coins into the guards' hand, it clasps shut quickly, disappearing into a pocket. "You'll have 30 minutes." He says simply, and retreats as the doors shut behind him. The courtesan gives a smile, running his hands up his bulky form and beckoning you closer. You make a mental note that you might want to spend more than just 30 minutes here... [Photoshoot from 12/29/19 - I think this is one of my most favorite shoots I've ever done - It turned out exactly as I was hoping it would, despite a bunch of technical problems with lights and trying to get everything to look right in the frame!]
2020-05-23 04:03:51 +0000 UTC View Post
Your ears perk up as you hear the familiar jingle of keys, the front door swinging open, and your stepdad stepping inside. You pick up from your reclining position on the couch- smiling at him. You haven't been doing a whole bunch since coming home for break from college, but the least you can do is say hello. He sighs as he crosses the threshold, taking off his badge and dispensing his keys, making his way back to the bedroom. He gives you a small wave with a beefy arm, undoing his tie before closing the door for privacy. But... You realize the door isn't closed. He left it open, and you can't help but follow him and look inside as you hear his clothes being peeled off. Your find your stepdad midway through undressing, his eyes meeting your own but making no attempt to stop himself or hide his bulky frame. You can feel your face grow hot and your cock press against your shorts, the man looking at you straight in the eyes and inviting you, daring you, to come closer. [Photoshoot from 2/16/20 - It's actually really funny, I had never worn an undershirt like this before, and I had no idea how sexy I'd feel while wearing this. I'm also positive that suitcase was empty besides some weird green tea hard candies in the front pocket.]
2020-05-22 00:32:43 +0000 UTC View Post
You feel your weight shift into a more comfortable stance - This section of the dungeon was dark and unwelcoming, and the now lack of adrenaline makes you acutely aware of how close this fight just was. You survived your battle with the Orc, sparing his life as an act of mercy, leaving him behind to either succumb to his injuries or slink away to fight another day. Before you can leave, you hear a grunt in a language you don't understand- The large and bulky creatures begging on his hands and knees. You don't need to speak Orcish to understand what he is trying to say- The Orc you've saved has sworn a life-debt to you, and backing against the dungeon wall assumes a submissive position, waiting for you to claim your prize... ---- First post for OnlyFans! I'm excited to be posting content on this platform and exploring a fun fantasy/Orc fetish!
2020-05-21 06:38:16 +0000 UTC View Post