Lucid Dreaming [FM] [Fantasy] [20’s] [Creampie]

Lucid dreams are a marvelous thing, have you experienced them? It’s a glimpse into a world you really have no business in, but a safe space to explore your every wish and whim all the same. Perhaps you wish to fly, or fuck, or find a long lost treasure. If you simply realize that you’re dreaming while actively doing so you can make these things a reality. Reality adjacent, anyway, though who’s to say truly which realm holds dominion over the other. By your mind you shape the world, they taught us as children. Perhaps with enough want behind your wish you alone can do so as well, at least in your dreams.

I blew out the final source of illumination in my study and I felt the hair on my neck rise and a shiver run down my spine. I knew logically there was nothing to fear in the room with me– nothing worth acknowledging, yet here I was contemplating the universal truth of safety under the covers all the same. I deigned to entertain these frivolous feelings no further as I ascended the long staircase from my basement study.

Distractions Under the Desk [F/M 20’s]][Kitten][Oral][Creampie]

I sat down to write a moment ago and a most welcome distraction joined me for the endeavor. She nuzzled against my shin before finding herself a comfy spot between my feet, pawing at my legs in an effort to get my attention. She poked her head up between my legs when I didn’t give it quite fast enough.

“Can I help you?” I couldn’t help but grin and laugh as I said it. I took a moment to gently place my hands around my girlfriend’s neck before tracing a line to her lips, meeting them for a sweet moment before I pulled her in for a hug against my cock.

“I thought I could keep this warm for you, sir.” She suggested, pawing at my dick through my jeans. I was happy to pause writing for a moment to remove my bottoms.

I started to get hard just undressing there, admiring the curly haired goddess under my desk. She was quick to grab my cock as I sat back down and the glee that washed over her as I got ever harder was just. so. fucking. hot. She was just holding my dick, gazing at it lovingly. She looked up into my eyes and gave my shaft a kiss, pressing her face up against me after, “Whatcha writing?” she asked.

Daddy//DOLL Part 3 (MF, MFf, Ff, cnc, cuckquean, bdsm, pet play, humiliation, cheating)

Chapter 3

A curious idea crept into the periphery of my attention, twisting like tendrils around my mind and sinking their barbs deep into my thoughts. I should bring my new pet home with me, to introduce her to Dolly. Her next kink is watching me take whoever I please, she just doesn’t know it. Certainly not, as the spiciest non monogamous thing she’d been willing to try while sober and in the privacy of our bedroom was fantasizing about threesomes where she was all up in the action. But you know what? Fuck it, I deserve to have a pet. She was talking about getting a fucking axolotl tank the other day and I kind lost it a little. We had our usual makeup sex after and it was fine, but I had stood my ground and made clear my thoughts on the zoo our house was becoming. She had more than she actually could take care of on her own as it was, and I didn’t want to take on another responsibility.

“Kitten, I have an idea.” I was a little hesitant to pitch Cookie this idea but I decided to go for it anyway. What’s the worst that could happen now?

Daddy//DOLL Part 2 (MF, MFf, Ff, cnc, cuckquean, bdsm, pet play, humiliation, cheating)

Chapter 2

Dolly woke up first the next morning seemingly no worse for wear. Cookie had left late in the night, just prior to the sun coming up, and I had my worst hangover in recent memory.

“Drink too much you think?” She said it calmly but there was fury behind her words.

I had slept through the night on the chaise. Still naked, but someone had put a light blanket over me. I was nauseous, my head pounded, and I’m sure I was dehydrated. I was about to catch hell for last night and all I wanted to do was lay here and not throw up.

Dolly set down two Ibuprofen and a glass of water on the table next to me. “Thank you. Uh… Let’s talk about last night?” I choked it out as I sat up, pain splitting my head in two and bile rising in my throat.

“Take a shower and I’ll make breakfast. Let’s talk later.” Dolly was clearly mad at me but there was more going on here. She’d also never made me breakfast before. In fact, she doesn’t really cook at all if it can’t be reconstituted with hot water.

Daddy//DOLL (MF, MFf, Ff, cnc, cuckquean, bdsm, pet play, humiliation, cheating)

Hi friends!

Thanks for taking a look at my story. Enjoy! Or don’t! But let me know either way.

Based loosely on personal experiences, but I can’t help but have horror blend in to my smut, so coming chapters may incorporate mild spooky or supernatural elements.

– u/TheShiniestunicorn <3

Posted elsewhere as “Help! I think my hot coworker is going to ruin my marriage!” for the clickbait.

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Chapter 1

Now I’ve always had a bit of a flirty friendship with Cookie. She’s cute and we’ve known each other for a few years now. We met at work and we probably could have dated if either of us had been single. I was the head chef and she was my front of house counterpart. Dolly knew about my entirely platonic work girlfriend and really it was innocent enough anyway. She even trusted me to hang out with Cookie, though she clearly seethed with jealousy the few times I did. She confronted me one evening, after the second time I hung out with Cookie after work. We had a beer together and I was home a little late. Okay a lot late, it was like 2 am.

I think my hot coworker is going to ruin my marriage. Part 3

If you’re new here, you really should [start at the beginning.](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/o4l7jv/i_think_my_hot_coworker_is_going_to_ruin_my/)

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Chapter 3 (CNC, humiliation, pet play, cuckquean, mf, mff)

A curious idea crept into the periphery of my attention, twisting like tendrils around my mind and sinking their barbs deep into my thoughts. I should bring my new pet home with me, to introduce her to Dolly. Her next kink is watching me take whoever I please, she just doesn’t know it yet. Certainly not, as the spiciest non monogamous thing she’d been willing to try while sober and in the privacy of our bedroom was fantasizing about threesomes where she was all up in the action. But you know what? Fuck it, I deserve to have a pet. She was talking about getting a fucking axolotl tank the other day and I kind lost it a little. We had our usual makeup sex after and it was fine, but I had stood my ground and made clear my thoughts on the zoo our house was becoming. She had more pets than she actually could take care of on her own as it was, and I didn’t want to take on another responsibility.

I think my hot coworker is going to ruin my marriage. Part 2

Hi friends!
Thank you for the warm reception of the first part if this story! Here’s chapter 2 and more is probably in the works. Enjoy!
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Chapter 2

Dolly woke up first the next morning seemingly no worse for wear. Cookie had left late in the night, just prior to the sun coming up, and I had my worst hangover in recent memory.

“Drink too much you think?” She said it calmly but there was fury behind her words.

I had slept through the night on the chaise. Still naked, but someone had put a light blanket over me. I was nauseous, my head pounded, and I’m sure I was dehydrated. I was about to catch hell for last night and all I wanted to do was lay here and not throw up.

Dolly set down two Ibuprofen and a glass of water on the table next to me. “Thank you. Uh… Let’s talk about last night?” I choked it out as I sat up, pain splitting my head in two and bile rising in my throat.

I think my hot coworker is going to ruin my marriage.

Now I’ve always had a bit of a flirty friendship with Cookie. She’s cute and we’ve known each other for a few years now. We met at work and we probably could have dated if either of us had been single. I was the head chef and she was my front of house counterpart. Dolly knew about my entirely platonic work girlfriend and really it was innocent enough anyway. She even trusted me to hang out with Cookie, though she clearly seethed with jealousy the few times I did. She confronted me one evening, after the second time I hung out with Cookie after work. We had a beer together and I was home a little late. Okay a lot late, it was like 2 am.

“You’re home late.” Dolly was clearly not amused, she crossed her arms and I’m pretty sure went to stomp a foot but decided better of it before completing the action. My adorable five foot and a half inch wife knew I’d laugh at her if she actually stomped her foot at me. She had her dark brown hair up in a messy bun and was in underwear and a tank top, she was probably in bed moments ago.