I had a wild dream a month or so ago and I thought it made for an interesting story. In this dream, I was a contestant in a crazy new game show like The Amazing Race, where there are tasks to complete all over the world, but that is where the similarities to the real life show ended. My dream world was dystopian, futuristic, and technologically advanced, and the rules of the game were: there are no hard rules. You and your team (of like 5 or 6 people) just had to stay together and complete all tasks by whatever means necessary. Some teams were out for blood from the beginning and all that, but my team was just trying to get our tasks finished and win. At some point during the game, however, we inadvertently caused the death of a person on another team. It was an accident, but that didn’t matter to them. So, that team basically dropped the game and instead started hunting us. After that, we had to not only do tasks, but also stay alive. And the leader of their team kinda singled me out, which was not a problem because (of course) in this dream world I was enough of a badass to evade death and fight back if I needed to. So at one point I run into this guy in a hotel that was located inside a huge skyscraper. We’re running through crowded halls and unfinished walls, dodging non-players, me trying to avoid him and finish a task and him literally just trying to get his hands around my throat so he can squeeze the life out of me. We end up in a room that was all plush creme carpet and chrome fixtures, and I finally turn around to square up. He throws the first punch, and in his rage, I’m able to deflect it easily. We both fight dirty, pulling knives and slicing what we can reach, biting when fingers get too close to a mouth, pulling hair, breaking things, hurting each other but not enough, until he ends up planted on top of me. Both of us are panting and bleeding, our weapons flung out of arms reach, and he’s got my arms pinned. Even though I put up a good fight, he just has the size and strength on me, but I still don’t give up, trying to buck him off and struggling under him until he just lays on top of me, yanking my head to the side. And that’s where the dream shifted. Somehow, perhaps because of the tension, the intense need for release, or maybe the delicious friction that crackled between us, in that moment something changed. I felt the wetness pool between my thighs, my breath bursting out in a frustrated gasp, and when I looked up at him with indignation, the rage in his eyes was accompanied by a different kind of…*heat.* I knew in that split second that we weren’t about to kill each other just yet. In the next second, we went for each other, him thrusting a knee between my legs, and we just began tearing off holsters and vests and belts and all of it, in the middle of the wreck that was now this hotel room. He was not gentle with me, pinning me down by the throat as he ripped through my shirt, while I gripped his hair and the nape of his neck, twisting viciously, and used my legs and free hand to pull him into me almost painfully…and then I woke up.
Category: eroticliterature
Enticed Pt. 2
This is the second part of the story of my encounters with a very nice gay man about 15 years older than me who saw me as a near-reincarnation of his first boyfriend. Check my post history for the first part, the explanation of how I became his hetero toy.
A couple weeks after our first little tryst – and constant nagging by my friend, Blaise, I mentioned I might be up for some more fun. We set aside some time one afternoon that I could come over to his house.
When I got there we sat across from each other in his living room. It was a pretty large room and we were nearly 20 feet away from each other. He was on a full sofa and I sat on a love seat directly across from him. I sat over there, I suppose, because I still was a little unsure of this situation. But, I had something of a plan that I thought might help alleviate my nerves.
Mad Men [MF, office]
She watched him as he moved through the office. No one wore a tie anymore, but he did and it was beautiful on him. It accentuated his lean torso and gave him this Don Draper air that made her want to pitch campaigns for cigarettes and Wonder Bread while laying naked on his office couch.
“What is wrong with me?” she thought, turning her attention back to the ad copy she was writing. She turned to her friend in the next cubicle. “How many different ways can I say ‘access to healthcare’ before I lose my mind?”
“Ms. Jones, do you have a problem with your current assignment?”
Her face froze as she realized he had changed course and was standing over her. She turned, eyes wide and a little scared.
“N-n-no,” she stammered, “just, um, collaborating, with Julie.”
”Can I see you in my office?” he asked. He turned and she got up to follow him.
“Shit!” she muttered, though still admiring his ass as she followed him. He held the door as she entered his plush corner office, closing it behind her.
The Lust: Daddy’s Day (PT4) MF FF MM
Today was Henry’s day, it was his birthday and it was already starting in a great way. He woke to the smells of his wife and son downstairs making a big breakfast. The sound he enjoyed the most was the sloppy wet blowjob his teen daughter woke him up with. She gagged herself deep then came up with a gasp. “Morning Daddy we all have a great day planned for you.”
He grinned and gently eased her mouth back onto his length. She knew how to suck a dick and he wanted her to swallow every last drop of his cum. Her mouth felt so good he felt that familiar build up in his sack. He started thrusting his hips up to fuck his daughter’s face. She giggled and matched him thrust for thrust, and slowly sucked the cum out of the tip of his cock.
With a slurp and a thanks she swallowed down his morning load. They kissed and went down the stairs to breakfast and a show. Bent over their family table was his wife moaning into a bowl of eggs. Behind her tongue deep in the loins that birthed him was his oldest child. His tongue quickly broke from her clit to devour her ass.
Him and her — The Brat (part 1)
Him and her — The Brat (part 1)
“You don’t mind, right?” She said, more than asked. Because it wasn’t really a question. She was going out and would be back after last call. It was her friend, the bartender. The bartender who was perennially on the outs with her boyfriend. But she “really needed her!” Again. And of course that meant she had to spend at least an hour after last call talking her off the ledge so she could go home. And of course that meant she would come home exhausted with the last of her buzz wearing off. And of course she had to work in the morning, so any hopes of her stumbling to the bedroom looking for anything but her pillow was out of the question.
“I’ll be waiting for you when you get back,” he said with a bit of a resigned sigh and a smirk.
He had just gotten home. His shifts had been running late and the time he got to see her during the week was minimal even when she wasn’t rushing out to comfort her girlfriend. True to the saying, absence had been making the heart grow fonder.
A hotel room mix up in Barcelona [MF]
“Sangria?” the waitress asked. Mark responded with an eager head nod. It was only 2:30 pm and he was already on his third glass. The others at the table all responded to the Catalan waitress in a similar manner. There were eight of them, all teachers from the Mid-Atlantic part of the US. They were there on a chaperone training tour – learning all the ins and outs of how to be responsible chaperones for teenagers travelling abroad on spring and summer breaks. Of course, drinking all the sangria Barcelona had to offer was not an official part of the training, but teachers tend to make the worst students. Mark had signed up to take a group of students to Costa Rica the following spring, which would be his first trip abroad as a chaperone. About half of the other teachers were also first timers, while a few were experienced chaperones cashing in some rewards points and providing some teacher-to-teacher wisdom beyond what the official training staff had to offer.
Sister-In-Law Sees my Cock pt 2.
My wife Shannon and her twin Emily like to decide to do things without letting Matt and I know the plan. Not only is this incredibly frustrating but it’s inconvenient, but one day it worked out pretty well.
Shannon and Emily had plans to go out for drinks, but Emily needed Shannon to pick up something from her house on the way to get drinks (Emily was at work and we live near her so nbd). Since we have keys, Shannon stopped by the house and I didn’t hear about anything until around 10pm. Shannon just drunkenly collapsed on my bed and we started talking.
Me: I guess you had fun tonight
S: you have nooo idea, we haven’t been out in so long. You’ll never guess what happened tho!
M: you met a guy? (Joke)
S: nooooo, you know how I had to stop by Ems house?
M: yeah….?
S: I just let myself in and went into her room to grab a jacket….. and I walked in on Matt jerking off…
M: wtf no way lol
S: yeah! It was huge!
M: lol you do realize We played football together and I’ve seen him naked?
Camp Part 1
# Camp Part 1
I’ve been driving for a while when we finally pull into camp. I turn off the truck and turn to look at you. You sit quietly, waiting for my commands. I say, “I planned a lot for us this weekend. Your safe word is “purple.” If anything becomes uncomfortable or too much to bear, use the safe word. I will stop. If you don’t use the safe word then I expect you to do exactly as I say.” A full body shiver works its way over your skin and settles in your pussy. You nod with understanding. Your mouth is too dry to speak. “Now go inside, to the bedroom. Take off all of your clothes and wait for me on the bed.”
I hand you the keys and say, “I will bring in our bags and meet you inside. Our weekend starts now.” You walk to the camp, unlock the door and go inside. You place the keys on the counter and walk straight to the bedroom. You stand next to the bed with your hands by your side, rubbing your thighs as you try to build up the courage to do as you’ve been told. Your body tingles from head to toe. Your pussy hums as warm vibrations are swirling between your legs. The anticipation is nearly sending you over the edge.
My perfect husband [FM/FFM/MFM/FF]
There is nothing normal about my marriage and everything about it is cliché. I met my husband right out of grad school. He owns his own investment firm and I worked there as an intern. At the time we met, I was 22 and he was 41. He wasn’t married and made no effort to hide that the women who worked in his office were chosen more for their appearance than their skills in the field. I quickly became a favorite of his. He was insatiable, aggressive, fit, and had a huge, thick cock. His corner office was equipped with a “relaxation room”. It was sound-proof with mirrors on the walls and ceiling. I became his little whore. I fucked him every day. He had a few clients that would watch me suck him while they met.
I traveled with him and eventually moved in. I knew he never wanted to marry and I really didn’t either. But he made it clear that I was to be a kept woman, but he would fuck whomever he chose to. I spent my days working out, tanning, and in-general making sure I was who he wanted me to be. In return, he got me the most amazing tits, booked regular massage and wax appointments, and made sure I was always happy.
Sweet Vanilla Morning Sex [fm] [femalepleasure][femaleorgasm]
Our flight had been delayed, so we ended up having to wait an extra 3 hours at the airport before we even took off. But finally, we managed to arrive in Rome around midnight.
The dark sky was reflecting onto the narrow streets, that were faintly lit with small lights all throughout the city. The warm summer night breeze brushed over our skin, welcoming us to the heart of town. And even though it was nearly one in the morning, Rome was bustling with life.
The restaurants still had people sitting around, the bars were open, and the street musician was playing his heart out on the violin.
Jack and I wanted to grab a chair and enjoy some wine. But as much as we both wanted to stay, we were both really exhausted.
So we checked into our hotel room and collapsed onto our bed instead. Our room was cosy, it was draped in neutral colours, and it smelled like rose petals. The balcony was filled with plants, and it had a great view of the city, perfect for that early morning coffee.