[Meta] Any Requests?

Hey there. I was wondering if anyone had a request for a story? Do you have a personal fantasy, or simply something you want to read? Just message me with some details.

The cost? Nothing, I just like to write :)

[Meta] Got Any Requests?

Hey there. I was wondering if anyone had a request for a story? Do you have a personal fantasy, or just something you want to read? Just message me with some details.

The cost? Nothing, I just like to write :)

[WP]She’s been cursed with a debilitating shyness, and the only way to break the curse is by being impregnated. [MF] [Fantasy]

“It’s just hard to see her like this, John.” Pearl sighed softly, watching her friend Lily walk to her car eyes firmly at the ground whenever she passed someone. Pearl’s boyfriend put his arm around her comfortingly as they watched Lily get in the car and drive off. “She barely even talks to me anymore, and I’ve known her since kinder garden.”

“I know, but what can we really do?” John asked. “I don’t think she can even look a man in the eyes anymore, let alone get anyone to… help her.” He gave his girlfriend a soft squeeze. “I feel for her too, you know that. I mean she used to come over all the time when we first moved in together. I lost a dear friend too.”

“I know she misses talking with you as well. I know you mean a lot to her… she used to joke that she was only visiting to try to steal you away from me.” She let out a soft giggle at the memory but it faded as she stood quietly and thought.

“What are you thinking about?” John asked her softly, knowing her well enough to know she was mulling something over.

A Private Dance [FFM]

While it is somewhat fresh in my mind, I invited you to a night in Vegas that turned a fantasy into a reality. Join me on this erotic adventure.

 

Now let me assure you the details of this tale are all true. I know that penthouse letters have let to skepticism in the erotic genre, especially coming from amateurs. But I digress.
My wife and I have recently been sexually exploitative sexually from posting on different NSFW subreddits to live streaming sex online but outside that there was really nothing more. My wife and I are fit for the first time in our lives, I being 325 lbs and her being 220 lbs at our heaviest and just unhealthy, we took a turn for the better and now are in a place where we are both confident and mostly attractive, especially her. But let’s get to it.

 

I had mentioned that a strip club would be a fun way to spend our last night in Vegas, somewhat in jest but mostly to gauge her sexual temperature on the matter. Her eyes lit up with excitement at the notion of heading to a gentleman’s club and I matched her feelings. So I booked us a “Couples Experience” online which consisted of a man who had smoked at least a pound of weed before picking us up in a limo and cover and some drink tickets.

Forced into fucking my boyfriend’s best friend – my biggest fantasy [MFM] [Consensual Non-Con]

Years ago, I was working as a counselor at a summer camp for artistic teens. Of course, this meant that little old me [22F now] was stuck in the middle of a country town, sweating my ass off, while my boyfriend Aaron [23M now] enjoyed the air conditioning back home. The program lasted for three weeks, which meant three weeks of a torturous no-sex desert. Which, in turn, also meant our phone conversations started to get a little… vulgar.

One night, as I’m listening to his voice as I rub my clit under the sheets, he asks me what my biggest secret fantasy is. No censoring, no skirting around it. Just exactly what I want, what I’m dreaming about in that moment.

And, in some weird moment of horny honesty, I tell him. I want to be held down, mocked, and then raped.

Raped, I understand, is a very strong word. I much prefer “consensual non-consensuality,” because while I fantasize often about being fucked against my will, in real life, I’d have to make it absolutely clear that everything being done was stuff I had asked for. But it’s been a fantasy that I’ve hidden for years, keeping it restrained to late-night solo sessions and kinky dreams. I knew that it wasn’t my boyfriend’s thing, which he told me up front and with kindness, and I respected his opinion.

Custom Erotic Stories for you!

Hey everyone,

I’m Samthestoryman. I have been a writer my entire life and now have a serious case of writer’s block. I also love to read and write erotic stories. I figured I could turn my talent into a way to help people. If you are like me you have a fantasy that you would love to see on paper in the form of a story. I can provide that for you. I will write you a custom erotic story no matter what the subject. I have a very vivid imagination and can create the perfect scene for your fantasy. Have a teacher you wish you had seduced after graduation? Want to get with the girl next door? How about spanking your best friend’s wife? Nothing is off limits and I do not judge.

If you are interested, PM me to exchange emails. I’ll send you my email and you can tell me your fantasy. I will work with about 99% of all fantasies. If it is something I am uncomfortable writing about I will tell you, but I do not see that happening too often. So if you want to have a personalized erotic story that you can have for your very own, PM me your email to begin the process of fulfilling your fantasy.

[mf] [anal] When I was younger, and introduction of a psycho chick.

This happened years ago when I kept a blog on the women I dated and merry overt Craigslist. this is part one of a particular woman that played out over several months. this may seem a bit tame to some of you at first, but believe me, this is just a warm up.

if there is enough interest, I’ll continue with the story, but it may go to more appropriate subreddits.

pardon the bad edits. it starts below:

While sorting through the emails this past weekend of people wanting to come to my party when I came across a very interesting email of which I’ll paraphrase:

“I am looking for a good gangbang with at least 2 or more. I am white, tight, wet and wild, ready to play. Stats: 35, 5’4″. 120 lbs,brunette, toned and in shape and ready to please. I can only play from Monday through Thursday but I’m available anytime in those days.”

Interesting.
I shot her a quick email and within a few short responses I got a phone number.

A satisfying detour from a quiet convention [FM]

After a big convention weekend a couple of weeks ago, I had no plans on attending any other events for a while to allow myself and my wallet to recuperate. However, a friend of mine had other ideas, and had already arranged to hear to another, small cosplay convention the very next weekend. In spite of her invitation, I politely declined, but she was increasingly insistent and had an answer to most of my objections to going – she had a place for me to sleep in a twin bed hotel room, she already had a spare ticket to the event itself, and when she pointed out some surprisingly cheap last-minute train tickets I’d run out of arguments.

So, on the Friday afternoon I found myself on a train with a bag containing a couple of cosplay outfits, arriving in the evening and finding the hotel and my friend without too much difficulty. After going out for food – her treat – we spent the evening chatting in the hotel, and of course with old habits dying hard I also found myself swiping away on Tinder at the same time.

A small question for this community.

I’m currently writing an actual, real-world novel. It’s a “soft” science-fiction and fantasy story that is, in my opinion, *both* radical *and* tubular. It’s large in scope, aiming for a universe that feels expansive but tangible, and characters that are described in vivid detail, from emotional depth, to visceral setpieces, to pretty damn graphic sex.

My question is: would this community care to read parts of this story as it goes on? Would that be an okay thing for me to bring here? As for the more “official” side of things, would the mod team – and the community – be okay with something like Patreon being linked? If the answer to all of those is a sympathetic but stern “no”, then I, of course, understand. If the answer is “well… what about…” then let’s talk.