Swinging Novels & Stories

I think they agreed. “You already know the horse and the cross, and today you'll discover the pleasures of the erotic swing,” said Enrico, smiling. “This accessory is attached to the ceiling, and its straps are used independently to bind parts of the body in daring ways,” Lucca explained, with the greatest pleasure in the world. “With the erotic swing, it's possible to create all kinds of sexual positions that spice up the act even more, my love, and heighten the pleasure.” Dante looked at me like a wolf about to pounce on a sheep.

I look at her as she stands, her arms stretched above her head. Standing behind her I hold a flogger in each hand. I begin to swing them, the movements changing often and it is almost like art. Some simply swing one, straight across, I use two, moving them so they swing differently each time.

There was a couch and rattan chair in the sunroom. There was also a large swing outside. The man carried her all the way to the swing and allowed her to sit in his arms. When the swing swayed, she was a little unstable, so she had no choice but leaned on his chest. Just like a timid child. The man sneered again, then suddenly wrapped one of his hands on her waist and swung the swing higher. It even created a whistling sound. Sabrina had initially been afraid of heights. It was truly high and dizzy to be sitting on a swing on the rooftop, so she suddenly screamed in fear.

Your ample ass is right next to me, presenting an inviting target for my ministrations. "Move your body, pet -- I want to see your breasts swinging." You know the drill, as I've had you do this many times before. You slowly swing your hips from side-to-side, not very hard, but just enough to make your breasts swing in unison. I watch them gently moving back and forth underneath your torso for a minute or so.

Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish-swish! Zing! Crack! Even though it was impossible to break into a sweat in the virtual reality, Zen felt as if his body was on fire after practising the art of swinging something in his hand. These dull daggers were hurting Zen’s hand more than the firewood. The grip on their handles made his hand blister, and even though his virtual character looked flawless, Zen could feel the pain they caused after swinging the daggers a hundred times.

There were only a few children playing with a few adults looking on as they gossip with each other under the shade of the broadleaf trees. “Come on, Nestie! Let’s try the swing!” said Lisa excitedly and she immediately walked over to one of the empty swings near the giant octopus slide. In a moment, she was already swinging herself joyfully as she recalled her happy moments. Nestie came to the swing next to Lisa and sat on it. He tried to swing himself, but the swing would only move a few inches. Lisa, seeing Nestie not quite knowing what to do, stopped swinging. “What’s the matter, Nestie? Can’t you swing yourself?” asked Lisa.

Shaking? Did this thing need magic? I knew that they could make mortals go in the air and they didn't have magic or any powers. "Did you need help?" A deep voice whispered causing a shiver to run through me. King Alexander was holding on to the ropes and before I could answer he was pushing it forward. "What are you doing?" I screeched as he moved to the side and the swing went back. My feet were dangling and dragged against the ground as I went back causing it to slow down.

Use Me, Mistress (3) They guided me into a swing. My arms were pinned behind me, my legs spread wide and locked into the leather stirrups. The straps cut into my skin just enough to make me aware of how helpless I was. My body rocked slowly back and forth. For a heartbeat I allowed myself to melt into the swing, to think I was finally about to get exactly what I had been aching for. I looked at Liam, expecting him to step between my legs and plunge his cock into me, to fuck me until I screamed and came again and again.

I said, lowering my voice to a seductive whisper, “I want to remind you how exhilarating it can be to let go of all inhibitions.” Summer bit her lip. “And the swing? Are you going to show me how it works?” The swing had a padded headrest for comfort and secure straps to bind her wrists and ankles. Beside it stood a sturdy stool, perfectly positioned for me. I intended to savor every moment and feast on her like my favorite buffet. I stepped back, giving her a teasing grin. “Only if you’re willing to try it.” She hesitated for a brief moment until she responded, “Okay. I’ll try it.”

I wanted to make her mine, but there was something to be said for denying one’s release, and tonight, I wanted to make Wren so frenzied with need that she could never walk away from me. I took her hand and pulled her toward the sex swing. When I’d heard she wanted to try it, I asked Andy to set one up in my bedroom. The large A-shaped frame had two anchor points at the top where the strips of padded nylon were suspended. Wren turned to look at me, lust shimmering in her gaze. Taking the larger, wide strip in my hand, I showed it to her. “The seat,” I murmured. Then I went to the handholds. “To grip on to.” And finally, the stirrups.