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[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. Read more »

[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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The Testament [MMF]

“Hey,” she said, and as always I felt my pulse quicken.

“Hey,” I smiled back. I was sitting in the library, and somehow she had snuck up behind me.

“I’m headed out, want to walk with me to the car?” She asked.

“Sure,” as I began gathering my things. She was wearing skinny jeans, a worn belt and my favorite sweater today – a not particularly nice shade of beige, but incredibly flattering to her figure. It was about the only article of clothing she wore that didn’t in some way conceal her near perfect hourglass, as if someone picked it out for her and she hadn’t realized it didn’t meet her standards for modesty. “I thought you were meeting Rick later?” I asked about her boyfriend, feeling my jealousy narrow its eyes.

“I am, but I have some time,” as we began walking. She always stood to my right, which probably meant a lot more to me than it did her.

“What was your day like?” I asked.

“Normal. I woke up late, and was almost late to my 10:30 this morning. No breakfast, either.” Read more »

Consensual Non consent with a stranger on my birthday [FM]

I’ve been enjoying reading these stories for a while, but this is my first post. I don’t go into it in the story but for this encounter I vetted the guy and we had prearranged safe words etc.

Bit of backstory I (22 F) was in a long term relationship. My girlfriend had stopped wanting sex, and it turns out she’d been cheating on me. So we broke up and I was more than ready to get back out there.
I had a couple of boring tinder one night stands. They were pretty run of the mill but I was just happy to finally be fucked again. My birthday was coming up so I decided to try and indulge in a long held fantasy of mine. A birthday treat to myself.

I’ve always been very turned on by the Dom sub dynamic. I’m a true sub and nothing makes me wetter than being called a slut whilst being fucked. I love domination, humiliation, and being used. At this point I’d never experienced consensual non consent but I wanted to try it. I could have done it with someone I knew, but I felt like it would be most realistic with a complete stranger. I found a guy online who seemed like a good candidate. We texted for a few days and made a plan. My birthday party was on a saturday night. I was going to dinner with friends then hitting a few bars. The guy, Stephen, would come and pick me up whenever I said I was ready. Read more »

The Knife Thrower’s Girl

People think I must be lying when I say I’m not afraid. How can I not be, they say, standing up there in front of a thousand staring eyes, a flinch away from death? I try to explain to them, but it’s hard. When the spotlight turns on me and I spread my body against the scarred wooden backdrop it’s not fear I feel. It’s not quite excitement either. Really it’s like I’m floating. It’s like he’s holding me in place.

I trust him. Completely. Not just because he’s been throwing knives since he was twelve years old. Not just because I’ve never known him to miss a mark. Not just because I’ve seen him split a blade of grass at seven feet without any visible sign of effort. No, I trust him because I have chosen to trust him. Because my body instinctively trusts him. Because I can do nothing else. Read more »

[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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Christmas Eve fuck with my girlfriend (F28) makes us both cum hard [MF] [oral] [PIV]

“Em” and I hadn’t fucked for about a week. Balancing work (which for me can creep up to 50+ hours a week) and a 10-month old baby was hard so we have to plan ‘fuck-nights’ around our lives. Usually they dont happen if im on a late shift – but Christmas eve was different :)

I got home about half 8 and the baby was asleep. Ems Mum was over and was staying with us until boxing day. She occasionally stays to help us out with childcare…the spare room is below ours so if we get horny when shes over we try to be quiet…sometimes difficult though as Em likes to moan loudly when her clit is stimulated…this can prove very challenging.

So i come home, take a shower, grab some cold pizza from the fridge and sit in the living room. Em looked amazing – they’d been at Ems families for dinner so she had this little black dress, smokey eyeliner and her hair was down and swept across her face. Damn she looked hot. I kiss her like a always do when i see her after work. I was pretty exhausted after my shift so after i finished my pizza i kissed her goodnight and climbed upstairs into bed. I was scrolling through the days ‘Facebook news’ when a Whatsapp message popped up from Em…”Wait up for me – im now coming”. This never usually happens…and i understood the signal. I started the become a bit hard at the thought of sex. Read more »

[FM] The Businessman

Another Friday night at a hotel bar. The only difference was that there seemed to be more people in town. “Must be a big conference” I thought to myself as men passed in business attire. I’m not staying at the hotel for business, but for an escape. Life as we all know can get pretty mundane and sometimes you just need a night to yourself to recharge. When I do these “escapes,” I like to pamper myself. I dress well and make sure I always look presentable. Subconsciously I think that’s my way of hoping someone would notice me and make my life more adventurous. Wishful thinking…or so I thought.

Around 9:30pm, as I was finishing up my second glass of wine, a man sat down next to me. He was tall, well dressed, wearing typical business attire, and smelled wonderful. I always had a weak spot for a man that smelled good, but this time, it was his presence that drew me in. Masculine and confident but not in a cocky way. I could tell he was powerful. I looked him up and down, analyzing his physique, picturing how he would look after each piece of clothing came off. I became infatuated. He must have realized I was staring because he spoke to me. “Beautiful night out tonight. The clouds finally cleared enough to see the stars” he said. Read more »

A Twisted Tale Part 1

(Note: Written in the notes app of my phone, first draft, don’t expect it to be polished)

Music poured in through her earbuds, the steady rhythm in time with her elevated heart rate. Her lungs burning with effort as she crested the hill, running shoes hitting the sidewalk in measured strides.

She can see her home from here, the end of her run and she is tempted to slow her pace. She has been pushing and her body is revolting against her. Legs burning, lungs on fire, her limits perhaps surpassed by the will and stubborn drive she has to meet her goals. She thinks about slowing. No one would know.

Perhaps at the end of the block. Certainly she could make it to the intersection. Maybe a little further? Her mind plays this game and at each “stopping point” she picks one just a little further down the road. Truth is, she doesn’t want to stop. No matter how much it hurts. No matter how her lungs scream at her. She doesn’t exactly like the pain, but it’s familiar. An old friend. It’s family. Maybe not the family you want staying for the long thanksgiving day weekend, but family that you were happy to see once they have left. Read more »