[MF][Str8][fantasy] Goddess of the Moon
A cool breeze woke me up.
My head was laying on something warm. And soft. Impossibly soft. I turned on my side and reached up to grab the indescribably soft pillow I lay on, and blinked in surprise.
“Sharla, he is awake.”
I looked up at my pillow and saw instead the most stunning pair of thighs I’d ever laid eyes on. And my head, apparently. And my hand. I looked at my hand, and retracted it instinctively. “Sorry, I-”
“Nonsense,” a soft, incredibly feminine voice said, and she gently grabbed my hand and led it back to her thigh. “Sharla,” she said, directing her voice across the room. “Bring our guest some moon nectar.”
“And would you like something as well, my Queen?” The voice I figured belonged to Sharla was more high pitched and younger sounding than the other, which sounded smooth and… experienced. Wise, almost, like it had been around awhile.
“I will have some tea,” that wise voice said simply, and I could hear the gentle footsteps of Sharla start away. They were a pitter-patter, suggesting she was barefoot. I couldn’t care to turn my head and look, though, because my focus was stolen by the face of the lap I lay on.
[FM] Deep throat obsession
I have met “Bruce” few months ago… He was an online hook up and my first sexual adventure after a long period of a self-enforced celibacy. We have had this awkward dynamic in the past, we would meet, fuck, he leaves, we don’t contact each other for few weeks and then we do it again. We often trade fun pictures, and it gets me going… The guy is super attractive, very cocky, smart, fit and tall. His cock has similar descriptions ;) He is younger than me and I just love his stamina.
He emailed me three weeks ago to tell me that he was in Southeast Asia for the holidays with his lady friend and that he would like to connect when he comes back. Yesterday at 2 am I found a message from him:
Him: “Awake?”
Me:” Sadly”
Him: “Thirsty?”
Me: “Very, are you close?”
Him: “I will be there in 20 mins”
[fM] Wild Roses pt. 2: Training Days
With a grunt, Willard squared his hips and thrust against Spring, and as the force of his motion hit her, she squealed with pain.
“You got to keep your parry up, girl!” he admonished, stepping back and circling her. “Is this your first time holding a fucking sword?”
Turning around to follow him, she used her off hand to pull her short shaggy fringe of black hair out of her steel blue eyes. When the old sword struck again, she had her parry up, but he sailed right through and broadsided her with the dull training steel.
“Ayup”, he said, “that’ll leave a bruise.”
“Fuck you, old man.” Spring spat. “How am I supposed to parry a blow like that, if you put your whole weight behind it.” She circled, staying out of his immediate reach. “Your whole, _considerable_, weight.”
With a laugh, Willard lined up for another shot at her. This time, she managed to hook the pommel and deflect the blow.
“Like that!” he shouted triumphantly, as he bowled around for another blow, which handily took Spring’s legs from under her.
[MF][FF][MMF][Fantasy] Taken by the Invaders
Maria squirmed, straining against the ropes holding her, the sun beating down on her naked flesh. Thrown over his shoulder, she could feel the powerful muscles of her captor beneath her as he shrugged off her attempts to escape. Dust flew into her face, and she spat out grit as the cries of other captured men and women filled the air, and another sound, too, the low, steady beat of hundreds of marching feet, their captors carrying them off to the high, red peaks of Wyrmstone mountain, whose silhouette stood out against the sun like twisted claws rising to the sky. Maria squirmed again, more vigorously this time, and was rewarded with nothing but a hearty laugh and a slap across the ass from her captor. She blinked back tears, trying not to think about how she was completely naked, completely exposed in front of all these men.
How could this have all happened?
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That one time in Vegas [MFM]
This Story Always Gets Me Going.
This is a story about how I made an innocent bedroom fantasy into a reality in Las Vegas.
My wife and I have been married now for 5 years. We are in our early 30s. She’s sexy 5’6 with double dd’s and an ass that literally swallows up her thongs/g-strings.
Anyways so we went to Las Vegas 2 years ago to celebrate her birthday. We have both expressed fantasies and scenarios about having a 3rd person join in but never thought it would actually happen.
On our 2nd night we went to this club called XS. She wore a super short black dress that would hike up when she sat down or crossed her legs. The dress also had these flimsy straps that barely kept her tits in place but nonetheless she looked smoking hot that night
We were drinking quite a bit while we got ready so that we didn’t have to spend a ton of money on drinks at the club. I was feeling bold and frisky so I dared my wife not to wear anything under her dress.
The Red Flag (Sex with a crazy person)…[MF]
Picture a lovely, young woman, standing in a living room with her pants in one hand and her phone in another, yelling, “You are so fucking insensitive! You dick!” before going on some psychotic meltdown…
It all began during the summer of 2009 and my dumbass self wound up with some slackers I knew in high school who managed to pool together and get a 3 bedroom apartment which housed 5 other guys ages 18 to 21 (Bryan, Kris, Ricky, John and Alex). The apartment itself was decent, but it was sardine canned into a massive complex with sketchy neighbors, and only a few blocks from a mass transit center so often people who didn’t live here would wander around onto the complex.
Now three of them (Bryan, Kris, and John) had a shitty garage band and tried to use this to score gullible chicks. Alex was essentially the guy on the couch who’d disappear and reappear in the apartment in time to pay his rent. Another roommate named Ricky was a virgin in every sense of the word. He was sheltered until we agreed to move him into our apartment. Ricky was the 21 year old in our group but the guy spent his time playing videogames, watching anime and obsessing over samurai swords while wearing his trench coats.
College Threesome [MFF]
Back in my college days I was in a program that was mostly male students. In a class of 40, there were about 3 girls. Fortunately for me, I was taking a mixture of 1st and 2nd year courses due to a transfer of credits from a different program. That means I was exposed to all 6 of our programs women…
Now before you go and get all worked up, my program was heavily on the side I would call “nerdy”. So the women in the program that I had met were on the lesser attractive side. Not that I cared, I was in a happy relationship at this time.
This story starts in my afternoon class. This was one of the 2nd year courses and was on the advanced in comparison to my other courses. I knew the professor prior to taking the class and we had a pretty good relationship. At least one where we could joke around and even grab the occasional beer in the college pub.
Guard tower blow job [MM]
It was the early years of post 9/11 Iraq War. I was 20 years old, headstrong and horny. My platoon was sent to a quiet, shitty corner of Boring, Iraq where we did a lot of non-combat related bullshit. However, the Army being the Army, we still had guard towers, perimeter guard and kept live ammo on us. But it was boring. I don’t even think the Iraqis knew we were there.
Anyway, my platoon was assigned a medic from battalion who stayed with us to treat the very rare and minor sickness/injury that would occasionally occur. My job was RTO (radio operator). No one else had any specialized job, so we were kinda oddballs in the platoon.
So one day I had an injury during PT in my groin area, and had the medic take a look because it was pretty painful. We had privacy during the exam, and he was very ambiguous with his semi-gay jokes.
Gay jokes/comments/actions are actually really common when it’s a bunch of dudes left alone, but it’s all in jest. No one is serious, and the understanding is that everyone is just kidding. So I really didn’t take the medic serious, even though he was laying it on kinda thick.
Operation Malfunction : Stephanie vs Ashley : work in progress
*This is my first ever story. Please please give me feedback! I haven’t even run this through a spell check or anything yet. It’s slow going as i find my voice. I’ll likely continue and at least finish this part one of this story. but I’d love to hear what you think so far about this plot and characters as well as any constructive criticism of the writing.*
*Any similarities between these characters and real life people and events are purely coincidental.*
*Also please don’t steal my work :p.*
*This story is heavily inspired by the “dress off” series by enf_cavalier. You can find the storys here -* *https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=1628377&page=submissions*
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High school in a small town can lead to strained social relationships. Everyone knows each and over the years cliques form and resentments deepen.
Ashley and Stephanie grew up in one such town. By the time high school rolled around each was firmly entrenched in separate social circles.