Acting out (m)y fantasy, and then one o(f) hers

A little while back, I used to post on this message board (something like the dirtyr4r subreddit) and started chatting with a woman who lives about a 45 minute drive away. The whole time we chatted, we only ever referred to each other by our user names. Never exchanged even a fake name (this is important to the story). After a few months of emails and online chats, we had confided fantasies in each other and decided the time had come to meet up and we would each get to act one one fantasy. My fantasy was to have a total stranger swallow my cum without so much as even hearing my voice, nor me hearing her voice.

Upon my directions, she dressed up in a yellow dress, black heels, with a black lace bra, black lace thong, and black lace thigh high stockings. I rented a hotel room for the occasion, and emailed her the room number. When she arrived at the hotel, she did exactly as I instructed and knocked, entering the room without saying a single word. She took two steps in the door, shutting it behind her, and kept eye contact with me as she unzipped her dress and stepped out of it. I gave her a look from head to toe and smiled to signify my approval. We exchanged a simple head nod, and just as she was told, she got down on her knees and took my cock out of my jeans.

[MMF not quite bi] Ash and Gray stay the night (homoerotic threeway)

The sleepover I ever had was when Ash and Gray both came over with a bottle of wine each. We put on a DVD (ancient technology these days) of one of the High School Musical sequals “as a joke” although I noticed Ash, and even Gray, already knew a ton of the lines

We ran through the two bottle rapidly amongst the three of us and by the end of the movie I was begrudgingly getting up to refill everyone’s glasses

By the time they were empty Gray was kissing Ash’s shoulder and I was sucking softly on her neck, his hand on her tit. I was about to take her shirt off, I already had mine taken off, when she stopped and begged us to play some drinking games first, she wanted this to be a real sleepover, and we had barely made it though the movie

An hour later Ash giggled as her foot accidentally knocked over the now mostly empty bottle of Menage et Trois I had bought mainly for the name. The deep purple wine spilled onto Gray’s chest, running softly down his smooth abs. He jerked to stand up. Ash grabbed his hips and pulled him, dripping wine, back down to her and I.

Fantasy becomes reality. Fucking my friends 18 y/o sister.

Brief overview, my childhood friend Bryan since kindergarten has a sister Danielle who is 8 years younger then us (shes 18 were 26). I’ve watched her grow up but around the time she turned 16 she got crazy hot and has only gotten gotter since. I would be lying if I said I hadn’t fantasized about her before but the fact that she’s my best friends sister and (mainly) ger being underage I never dared to go beyond that but that all changed the week before she set off for college.

About a month ago Danielle was having a big going away party before leaving for college and of course I attended. Because of her birthday she graduated highschool before turning 18 so being that she had just turned it was also a birthday party for her as well. Nothing that night went out of the ordinary and being that we were all drinking I decided to crash at B’s place for the night on his downstairs couch. Sometime in the early morning however I was woken up from the feeling of being touched.

[f/m] My Planned Out Act of Blow Job

The guy: A 33-year-old dude who lives in Downtown Vancouver. He replied to my post in r/RAOBJ the day after I posted it. Unfortunately we weren’t able to meet up that day or any day until today.

The fantasy: Jake wanted a girl to blow him in the entryway of his apartment then leave his building with her face covered in his cum.

The buildup: We talked a lot. Even though we couldn’t meet up because of our schedules, we kept talking. We even managed a few video chats on Skype. So no, I didn’t just walk into some guys house and blow him. I actually felt really comfortable with him after a month of banter and a week of planning to meet up.

Today: His place was just a short train ride and walk from where I work. After I clocked out, I quickly cleaned up and headed to his. The entire time I kept wondering if I was actually going to take two steps into this guy’s apartment and suck him off. It seemed like a good way to wind up dead in a ditch. That kind of freaked me out so I texted my best friend and told her I was doing something slutty and sent her a screenshot of his info just in case I did turn up dead in a ditch.

[group/gangbang] Last weekend, I spent about 24 hours as blinded human fuck furniture (warning: very hardcore but real) x-post r/sluttyconfessions

For a long time, I have had a fantasy of being permanently blinded and disfigured to be used as a sexual object. Obviously, I don’t want to actually do this (I like my life as it is very much!), but I finally got to do something that really scratched that itch.
Through friends of friends from my BDSM community, I arranged a 24 hour experience. It started in my house last Saturday morning as I put on blacked out swim goggles and then a bandana blindfold over that. It was very effective; I couldn’t see anything at all. I left my key under my mat, and allowed myself to be silently led out of the back door and driven away. The people picking me up were people I tangentially knew, but the understanding was that everyone I interacted with after this point would be a total stranger.
I was in the car for what felt like about half an hour. Then I was led into a building and handed off to another person with a much stronger grip. I was stripped of my clothes and taken to some soft surface. It felt like maybe a futon mattress on the ground? The person picked up my legs and suspended them (without the rest of my body being lifted up) in some kind of rope contraption– I was scared, but I also knew that everyone involved was vetted and experienced in BDSM and knew their way around a rope. I was given a safeword and instructed that I could piss right there when I had to, and that no more words would be spoken to me. From then on, I would be considered a piece of fuck furniture. This turned me on so much I felt like I was going to come without even being touched.
It felt like three hours went by in silence. I felt alone in the room, but I knew (again because of safe BDSM practices) that I was being watched. I pissed a couple of times during this waiting period. Then, guests started to arrive. They engaged in the typical chit-chat of any old party, but before long, hands were on me, grabbing at my tits and pinching my nipples. They waited a while to touch my pussy, but when I started to piss one more time, someone put their face right over it while flicking my clit with their tongue. It felt like a woman’s face and tongue (smooth and not very forceful), but I could be wrong. This was the catalyzing event for the rest of the fucking. Starting at that point, there was almost always at least one person engaged with me physically. I was fucked in all three holes by men. I tried to keep count, but I eventually let go and wanted to just be lost in the moment of it. My fingers were used to stimulate women, often with a man’s hand controlling mine. Condoms were used in my pussy and ass (not in my mouth), but guys came all over me. I’m sure I took at least 10-15 loads all over my face, tits, and stomach. I was pissed on several times.
I heard people slowly leave and say goodbye. One of the hottest elements of it to me was that no one ever acknowledged or talked about me, nor was any of the party conversation sexual. This made me feel so used and not like a human being, and I loved it. After the last guests left, there was another period that felt like several hours where nothing happened. Very embarrassingly, I had to take a shit during this time. I thought about calling out my safeword, since this wasn’t part of my initial fantasy, but I decided to just go for it so that I could finish out my whole experience without ever breaking “character” or suspending the fantasy of being rendered inhuman. I allowed myself to excrete, completely humiliated by the idea that someone was almost definitely watching me.
Eventually, I was unchained and picked up. I was put in what felt like the backseat of a car, still naked, and a blanket was thrown over me. After the drive, I was carried directly to my bathtub. Once I heard the screen door close downstairs, I took my blindfold off. Inspecting my body, I was covered in dried cum and was very (happily) sore. I had some dried shit on my leg, which gain, was purely humiliating and not hot– no hate to people who are into scat but it is so not for me. I showered and went and got my phone, seeing it was 11:00 AM.
I am definitely going to do more things like this. It will also be unbelievably hot to be at events in the BDSM scene here and know that there might be people there who know they have fucked me, but I don’t know it. Hope you enjoyed reading about my insane experience! This was very cathartic for me to do, as it was the first time I was able to really simulate IRL something I have fantasized about for so long. Don’t worry, the guy who set this all up for me is being thanked. I am his to use orally at a moment’s notice for the next three months, barring obvious stuff like work. He’s already used my mouth twice since the scene :)

The BBB: The Booze, The Balcony, and The Butt

I’ve never been a hookup kind of guy. I’ve always been the serial monogomist to a fault. It was late junior year in college and I hadn’t even kissed a girl outside of a relationship (yeah, that’s the kind of lame shit that’ll win you Never Have I Ever in a hurry) let alone gone any further. Don’t get me wrong, I had plenty of experience and prided myself on every ex girlfriend raving about my abilities with my hands and tongue, I just hadn’t taken my abilities out on the free agent market per say.

It was the Friday before spring break was to begin and a bunch of fellow architecture nerds had stuck around for a Friday booze purge where everyone brought their leftover alcohol to get rid of before break. You wouldn’t think college students would leave a lot of alcohol sitting around for an extended period of time, but architecture students have a way of getting stuck in their studio space all weekend and therefore ending up with an excessive amount of booze wasting away in their fridges from wishful weekends gone by.

Jane and Guy 3

And it kept going like that: unprecedented, undefined, but ultimately what both of them needed.  Nothing was really planned, it just happened in the moment.  Guy wanted to change that; and he had an idea how.  

Guy knew Jane pretty well, especially how much she loved to read.  Most of what she owned in their apartment were shelves packed with well loved books.  A particular favorite of hers were the works of JRR Tolkien, much to the chagrin of Guy.  It’s not that he didn’t like to read, but fantasy was pretty heavy.  But seeing Jane rant and rave about the deep intricacies of the world was awe inspiring.  And seeing some of the books that were passed around in her family gave him what needed to put his plan in motion.  One of the long standing traditions in Jane’s family was to write running commentaries in the margins of the books they would all read.  It was quite a sight to see the different generations thoughts and feelings about what they read all collected together.  Knowing that Jane would be at work all night, Guy stopped at Barnes and Noble, picked up a copy of The Hobbit, and planned to spend the night reading and annotate it for her to find in the morning.  Guy climbed the stairs and unlocked the door to their apartment, opening it to find something that made his jaw drop.

No Sex in the Champagne Room (but everything else) [M/F]

I was out running some errands the other day when the thought popped in my head, “Some beer and boobs would be nice.” so I pulled into our friendly neighborhood strip club.

I’m not really a strip club kinda guy, but I’ve been there a few times before. Surprisingly good day shift, friendly girls, good drinks. Not a bad place to kill an hour in the middle of a hot day.

I grabbed a drink at the bar and began to watch the main stage. The girl dancing, Star, was cute and petite. Maybe 5’2″, with nice bouncy b-cups and a matching little bubble butt. She had that light brown kind of skin that could have placed her ethnicity all over the map. We made eye contact and smiled. (Side Note: Yes, I know it’s all lies, but it’s fun to play into the fantasy, okay?) I watched her dance a bit longer and then approached to show my appreciation.

She teased her way over to the edge of the stage, eyes locked on mine, swaying and shimmying, still fully clothed because it was her first dance. As she crouched down for her tip she asked. “Are you a boob man or an ass man?”

The price for watching Miss Polly [FF][Exhibitionism/Voyeurism][Dom/Sub]

This story follows on in a general sense from [Isobel’s Pink Panties](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/4l49dq/isobels_pink_panties/) – but works by itself too.

All comments and feedback gratefully received. If you have a fantasy you’d like to become a story, PM me and we can chat.

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Ben and Isobel have a place by the ocean. You plan to go there together, the three of you. But something comes up. They’re going to be delayed a couple of days.

‘Watch out for Polly,’ says Isobel as she waves you off, ruffles your hair in that way of hers. ‘She’s trouble, that girl.’ You wonder what she means. You will find out soon enough.

**1. Observation.** (In which Polly opens her legs).

You reach the bridge to Fig Island as evening draws in. Ahead, the silhouette of land, dark and rugged with trees. To either side the horizon is a stripe of peach, deepening to blue and black, specked with stars. The narrow road curves along the coast, past grand weatherworn mansions. Some look old enough to be colonial. Lights come on: click, click, click, a welcoming orange against the night.

A low battery, a fast decision, another quick convention meet (F/M)

It was convention weekend for me again this weekend just gone, and as much as I’d been looking forward to it my enthusiasm had been dimmed a little – in the weeks and months leading up to the event I’d been talking to a couple of people (both girls) who wanted to meet me during the event, but both of them had backed out at the last minute, leaving me feeling a little annoyed.

Still, once I arrived on Friday I soon forgot all about that, and spent the day hanging out with a group of friends – having a good time with them at the show, then going out and drinking rather a lot before returning to my hotel and collapsing in bed, only to find myself waking up early again the next morning.

For Saturday’s cosplay I had an all-new outfit – Rise from Persona 4’s winter uniform, consisting of a long-sleeved black blouse, patterned short skirt and thigh-high stockings. It’s not the most revealing outfit I’ve ever worn by any means, but there was something about it that left me feeling pleasantly sexy – I got plenty of complements about it, and could feel plenty of gazes on the small areas of skin that showed between the skirt and stockings.