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I’ve been fantasizing about what we’re about to do all day.
Bags are dropped at the door and you’ve pressed me up against the wall with your body, pulling me to your lips. Your tounge runs along my lips and meets mine in a deep kiss. Slowly you begin to build me up, hands sliding along my back and under my clothes while you press against me. Your cock is straining against your pants, I can feel it hardening against my hip. I run my fingers along your length and then give it a soft squeeze.
“I can’t believe I got it!” This repeats in your head. Because you’d been passed up so many times, you’d kind of gotten used to it and had actually put it out of your mind as soon as you walked out of the interview. “It never hurts to try.” Your lovely wife, ever the optimist, kept encouraging you, even on the discouraging days. You can’t wait to get home and tell her. Running by the florist on the way home, you feel silly buying her flowers to announce your promotion but you’re a man who knows who his support system is. You’ve been madly in love with this woman for years, even before, when you were just two people in a circle of friends.
[Ganymede Project](https://chyoa.com/story/Ganymede-Project.26671) is a choose-your-own-adventure experience I’ve been writing on [CHYOA.com](https://CHYOA.com) for the past week. This creation currently contains more than a few choices throughout three distinct storylines, but I plan on adding 4 additional ones.
>You, the reader, are a Carrier, a new gender created after the extinction of women. As bearer of a variation of the XY chromosome, you have no male genitals, but a vagina and a fertile womb instead. Impregnation and childbearing is what you were created for, and it’s time for you to fulfill your destiny.
Ganymede Project is an open endeavor, and I invite you to contribute to it, if you enjoy the premise.
Feel free to share your feedback, I’d appreciate it. Kisses!
*[ALL characters are fictional and adult/18+]*
I met Darius online. He was into my body (pic in profile).
He sent me a few messages and we seemed to click. When he mentioned that he was in his early forties and married, I was hooked. Everyone loves the taste of forbidden fruit! He intimated that he wasn’t exactly satisfied with his sex life, and that’s why he looked for an escape in erotica. When he mentioned that he often thought about cheating on his wife, I decided to pursue it.
We started chatting a bit. It was mostly about naughty stuff. He started sending me long letters about the nasty things he wanted to do to me. Finally, I gave him the chance to back up all his talk.
The two of us met for lunch one day at a greasy little midtown diner. I had my dark hair pulled back in its customary ponytail. I was wearing a short, black shirtdress that buttoned all the way down the front and showed off my sexy legs.
I was very pleased with Darius. He was a big, tall, black Adonis. He stood over six feet tall. His head was completely shaved, and his giant muscles seemed to stretch the fabric of his suit. I could tell he found me equally attractive.
So there was quite a lot of interest, as well as disinterest, in my recent post where I recounted having anal sex with my cousin last weekend. I was visiting here for a week, and our incestuous activities didn’t stop there.
I know it isn’t everyone’s thing, but hear me out. She is a distant cousin on my maternal side. We were close as growing up, but we never ventured beyond touching and oral play.
So we fucked again. And again. And again.
The next morning after the anal was a bit awkward. I mean, we had a few drinks, so I guess we both worried what the other was thinking. I was staying 4 more days with her, and I didn’t want things to be awkward between us the whole time, so I pulled her aside and we talked.
Just as I suspected, we both agreed that it was hot. She said anal was one of her favorite sexual activities. Jokingly,
I said something stupid like, ‘so does that mean we found a new family tradition?’
She laughed, and before long that conversation drifted way off into some very ardent waters.
Two weeks before I started college, I went to campus for orientation. On day one there was meeting for the floor of the dorm and making friends. Day two had the women’s volleyball game, and my floor decided to go.
In the row on front of me and two spots over I saw her. 5″6, light red brown hair over her shoulders, maybe c cups, an ass like a peach, and skin so pale she’d be invisible streaking in a snowstorm. Call her July. I non chalontly left my group without saying anything to stand next to her, she turned and said hi. My friends came in and started talking to her friends, and we distracted ourselves. After the game we immediately walked into the city I had never been to for coffee. On the way we held hands. On the way back we kissed. Once we got back to her dorm, I got her number. After that I counted my lucky stars and started planning a second date in my head. She turned to me frowning and said “come check out the nice dorm building” who was I to argue that?
Hey everyone if you haven’t read my first part please do!!!
So after getting a taste of this porn shop I decide to go back the next day. At this point I really didn’t care what I found when I got there, but of course playing it safe I came prepared with some condoms. A ft er I arrive I can see that it’s pretty full in there which gets me really excited! I walk in and pay the cashier so I can go to the back. I walk in….
I walk and my eyes adjust to the dim lighting. I make my rounds still very nervous not really making eye contact but still looking to see who’s there and if the same person is there from last time(she wasn’t). So I walk around and then I decide to stop and watch this one tv showing girl on guy porn. I stand there watching while other people pass me. The. This one guy stands right next to me and starts watching. Hey says “hey how’s your day been going?”
It’s a beautiful, sunny Saturday morning. The sunlight hits my face, while I’m slowly waking up. I want to stay in bed, but with warm the sun shining on my bed it gets very hot. I get up, sit on my bed and look around my room. A few weeks ago, I moved to my studio apartment in middle of the city center. I’m feel lucky, not every student has this luxury. The freedom I experience here is unreal! Nobody can forbid me anything and I can do anything I want. I decide to take it slow today, since I have no plans until late in the afternoon.
My cock is also awake and is begging for attention. I always sleep naked, so I can start jerking right away. I’m making slow, long strokes and moan softly. The sun shines on my body and combined with my own touches it gives a great feeling. My cock is fully hard now and points forward. My bed start creaking as I stroke faster. My moans get louder and longer.
Main kinks: Free use, Anonymous Sex, age gaps
It was my second day at a beautiful beachside Caribbean resort. I needed a break from the high powered demanding job that often kept me completely occupied and this resort seemed to be the perfect place.
I decided to get out of the sun for a bit and walk around the buildings, and If I’m being honest I was hoping to satisfy a bit of my vouyeristic fantasies with a view through the sliding glass doors of the first floor rooms. But when I rounded the corner of the quietest area in the resort what I saw shocked me: A big white ass protruding from one of those glass doors, with the curtains drawn at the waist so I couldn’t see anything inside. She seemed to be laying on her stomach, her legs hanging off the end of an ottoman pushed halfway out the sliding glass door. I had to stop and collect myself, as almost instantly a tent formed in my swim trunks. Looking around there didn’t seem to be anyone else so I quietly approached the patio.
Hi, my name is Sam! A few years back I decided to write custom erotica for people because I needed the money, and it was a lot of fun. So much so that after a long enough break, I’ve decided to return to the world of smut-writing, because damn it if I’m not really good at writing erotic short stories for people. I’m a good listener and I like to hear everything that a person is into and what they’re looking for before I write their tale.
But more than anything, my favorite thing to write about is the panty fetish. I just love it, and I’ve done it enough times now that I know exactly what people are looking for when they want erotica or dirty writing about panties. It’s not just about how hot the woman looks in them and how tightly it contours against her ass, or how see-through it is, or how much of her camel toe it shows – it’s about what brand it is, what type it is, what color it is, whether it’s cotton or satin, whether it has a big waistband with the brand name, if it has patterns, and so on – because all of that tells a story about the person wearing it. And whatever your favorite type is on a woman, I’d be happy to write a story about it for you if you want. If you want to read a story about your favorite celebrity getting rammed while wearing a pair of black Victoria’s Secret hipsters, for example, I’m here for you :)