Author: excitingowl

[MF] [M-solo] [F-solo] [mentions of ass/choke] [joi] This person does not exist

I always enjoyed discovering random new corners of the Internet. And the other day I stumbled upon a particularly fascinating one: “this person does not exist”. I don’t claim to understand the details, but it is a very smart computer that saw a lot of faces and can now make up entirely new ones. You can look straight in the eyes of a person that … is not a person. A very smart computer figured out what makes a face a face and made a new face, a face that no real human being has. It’s crazy. You can look at all kinds of people, and imagine lives for them, but.. it’s all just pixels on a screen.

I clicked a few times, until I saw her. She was a goddess. Not real, I know. But her hair was the most beautiful shade of blonde ever created, by genetics or otherwise. Her eyes had the color of a precious gemstone, albeit not one that I would be able to name. And everything about her was just beautiful, symmetrical, elegant. Read more »

[MF] [cheat] [preg] Misty Creek

“Misty Creek. Affordable Rates. Open for dinner” the sign said.

They were supposed to make it to Seattle, but – because life happens – it was late, dark, the car was almost out of gas, and there was no Internet access to look for a gas station nor a nicer hotel.

Misty Creek would have to make do. After all, the rates were affordable and…
…as soon as they walked past the front door, it felt like being back in the ’60s. The place hadn’t seen a furniture upgrade since after the Johnson administration. But, of course, it was about to undergo one next week. They only had one room available, one queen sized bed. And only sandwiches for dinner. Nearest gas station? 20 miles. Tow truck? Not a chance, not unless they were stopped in the middle of the highway.

Nicole and Stephen sighed. “Fine, we’ll take the room. And the sandwiches. And all the booze you have” they said, only half-jokingly. The big boss had sent them on this trip to try and salvage the company’s most important business relationship. The cute and yet ruthless sales manager and the smart but nerdy engineering lead, they were their employer’s best asset in this circumstance. And they were starting their mission by being a day late. They used the hotel’s landline to let everyone know of the hiccup, and then, slightly tipsy, headed towards their room for the night. Read more »

[M] [F] [M-solo] [F-solo] [exhib] [piss] [preg] The bedroom window

I was horny. Of that level of horny that a woman only reaches twice a month: when her period starts, and when she is ovulating. Tonight, for me, it was ovulation. I was at my most fertile, and at my most horny.

I had spent all day at work trying to scratch that itch, by reading erotica on my phone, by letting my thighs gently squeeze and rub, but all to no avail. The more I sent shivers of pleasure down my spine, the more I craved. I was a bottomless pit of sexual desire that day.

When I finally made it home at the end of the day, it’s as if I was on autopilot, as if my vagina had a mind of its own, and it had taken control of the rest of my body.

I went upstairs to the bedroom, shut the door behind me, and… opened the window to my bedroom. I pulled back the blinds, and opened the window as wide as I could. I laid down on the bed, and took all my clothes off. I let my hands wander all over my naked body. I felt smooth as silk, my hands perfectly cupping my petite breasts, my fingers tickling my hips, and finally reaching the little patch of hair on my pubes. I didn’t like the nude look, but I was a well kempt lady and for heaven’s sake, my vagina was too! Read more »

[MF] [rapey] [preg] The 12th baby

11 children have been born in Antarctica. This was the most amusing and yet useless piece of trivia the mission leader handed out before letting us on the ship to the base camp. “Bring your condoms. Don’t be a statistic” he told us.

I had no such problem. I was a virgin. I had kissed. I had dated. I had touched dick and my lady bits had received oral love. But, never a man’s dick had found its way inside of me. I remained as pure as the day of my birth. And I definitely had no plan to change that in the coldest place on Earth.

It was no particular religious or moral reason. The timing had never felt right. And, now, in my mid twenties, I was one of the youngest scientists ever to set foot at the South Pole. I would spend the next year there, busy in a research on how plants cope with extreme thermal variations. Global warming, or climate change as the cool kids say these days, would mean more and more extremes. We wanted to be ready. Read more »

[mF] [incest] [F-solo] [M-solo] “I’m ready”

Certain Internet subcultures associate the name Chad with attractiveness and virility. Naming me Chad was the first thing my parents had done for me, and possibly the best.

Quickly after my birth, they realized that meth is more fun than diapers and formula. Their downward spiral was quick. The story I was told is that my dad was shot to death in a convenience store robbery gone wrong. My mom held on a bit longer, but eventually she got caught trying to sell her own body for money, and made her way to prison, and I to the foster care system.

She met her untimely demise in prison, awaiting trial, killed by an overdose. Meanwhile, I went on to become a young troubled child, and scare away several foster families. But not John and Martha. Or at least not Martha. They took me home on my 10th birthday, gave me a cozy room to call my own, and a stable predictable routine.

It didn’t take me long to realize that there was no love in their marriage. John, my adoptive dad, had married out of a sense of duty, it was just one of the things one does, but he cared little for family life, and probably saw Martha, my adoptive mom, as little more than a roommate. He was consumed by work, his career the only thing he valued in life. Read more »

[MF] [interracial] [piss] [preg] The shower

Damien had never left his little hometown on the Montana Hi-Line. Not until moving to Chicago. He was eager to discover the world, to learn all about the future – and maybe even to help shape it.

Lara was born right there, a few miles from the bean, the daughter of African immigrants. Of her family’s homeland, she retained the majestic beauty, as if Wakanda had crafted itself a Queen for all time.

They were the most unlikely roommates ever to be paired, and yet a few Craigslist disappointments and a couple beers later, here they were, sharing a small two bedroom apartment in downtown Chicago.

Despite all odds, they blended to perfection. He was willing to try almost anything, to learn all that the city lights had to offer at night, and she had finally moved out of her parents’ home, and craved nothing more than a partner in crime. And yet one thing was clearly missing from their lives. They were both single, unable to find their missing piece of the puzzle. Read more »

[MF] [Mdom] [rapey] [pee] Into the woods

“What brings you in today?” I asked the lady sitting in front of me, as I readied my pen and notepad to start our first session. She had mentioned generic concerns about her sexual identity over the phone, and that she needed to let certain stuff out.

Usually this was the beginning of a “coming out the closet” or a gender transition. As a therapist specializing in sexuality issues, I have heard it all and seen it all. But not yet a story of this kind.

“I was at the state park a couple weeks ago”, my new client, Danielle, started.

I had been walking around pretty much all day. I am not a teenager anymore, I need to work those calories out. And with the lovely weather, a hike in nature felt much better than the gym. I lost sense of time, and ended up just slightly off the trail. And that’s when it struck me, I had to pee and I was nowhere near a toilet.

Normally, I am a reserved and proper lady. But this time, my bladder was just begging for release. So, I found a rock, behind some bushes and a tree, and I squatted. And, oh, it felt like such a relief to let it all out. Read more »

[MF] [cheat] [preg] [Fdom] The fertility clinic

We had tried for months. But eventually, “it’s going to happen” became “will it ever happen?” and then “let’s talk to a doctor” and then, “Ma’am, I’m sorry, but you will never have a child without medical help. I can point you to a clinic. They’re good”.

And here we are. Or at least, here I am today. It’s the day I “drop my sample off”. Which is fancy medical jargon for “I jerk off and hand the container off to a …” … well, to a beautiful lady with the mane of a lioness and the eyes of a tiger, it seems after all.

My wife couldn’t make it. I don’t know if she truly was “stuck at work, important meeting, I have seen it all, it’s not like they don’t have magazines for you, why do you need me there anyway?” or if she just isn’t quite ready to accept the reality, and is trying to escape it. But that’s a discussion for another day.

Oh well, “hi, Doug Durban, here to drop a sample”, I say as I smile at you and try to avoid feeling the awkwardness of the entire situation. Read more »

[MF] [F-solo] [exhib] [voy] The Unfinished Story

*I was talking to a nice lady here on Reddit, who inspired quite a few good fantasies. Alas, it turned out that we had different expectations for our connection, and it made more sense to part ways. I had started this story for her, but – as we disconnected from each other – I finished it on my own, and decided to title it as a memory of our broken link.*

She was always there. Without fail. Every night, she’d take the last bus out of town, and ride it till the last stop, in the rural middle of nowhere. She’d get off the bus in the dark, say goodnight to the driver, and walk half a mile to her little home in the woods.

She hated city life, and craved the freedom of nature. But jobs are where people are, and so every morning she commuted into town, and every night she commuted back to her little safe haven. Read more »

[MF] [exhib] The window office

*I was chatting with someone who mentioned that she enjoys public sex and teachers. This was my take on the subject matter*

She had been flunking her math tests for the last 3 months. One after the other. Not a chance at passing.

And yet she was a smart girl. Clearly so. Whatever her problem was, Mr. Jones would get to the bottom of it. He told her to stop by his office on Friday at 3pm. They’d go over the test problems and figure out what the stumbling issue was.

“I’m sorry Sir” she said walking in through the door flustered, “my hair is all dirty, I have been running around all day. Would you like me to come back?”

For the first time, it clicked for him. Janet was not just a troubled student. She was also a girl. A beautiful girl even, at that. She had opened a whole new world for him. A world where he wasn’t just looking at a student failing her tests. A world where he was looking at a beautiful woman. A woman he suddenly saw as feminine, as a sexual being. And a sexual being he suddenly knew he wanted. Read more »