I feel like such a dirty dog for doing it, but this happened to me last year. Basically, I paid for sex. But it wasn’t just your typical prostitute or call girl. Now, I’m a guy in my mid-thirties. I’m not completely unsuccessful with women. But I always had this massive fantasy about just meeting some really hot young girl on the street or something, and just fucking her 5 minutes later. Obviously that’s never going to happen, but I’ve got a bit of money, and so the next best thing was to go to pay for it. But I didn’t want a prostitute/call-girl, I wanted a real, girl-next-door normal girl. So I’ll spare you the details, but eventually I met this 22 year old college student on a sugar daddy website…
Tag: Fantasy
Camping Threesome (ffm)
This happened several years ago, but it’s my husband’s favorite fantasy come true so I’ll share the story.
My best girl friend and I had been planning a camping trip together for a while. I’m 5’9, blonde, blue eyes, with great teeth and great boobs. My friend Stacy is 5’4, brunette, tan, with a great ass. Between the 2 of us, we fulfill just about every man’s fantasy. We were college athletes at the time with busy schedules, but we finally both had a free weekend so we could go. I was in between boyfriends at the time, and Stacy had been single for quite a while, so it seemed like a good girls weekend.
As the weekend approached, I started getting more serious with a guy I’d been talking to and having a few hook ups with (my now husband). Eric is 5’11, and he has buzzed blonde hair with a full beard, athletic shoulders on a thin frame, and the brightest, whitest smile. I ended up inviting him to visit me and Stacy on our camping trip to at least sit around the fire and hang out with us.
My first taste of her, and her of ours…
She lapped our combined cum from my pulsing hole as her husband pulled out of me. His voice went up a thousand octaves in surprise and my eyes widened in horny bewilderment at the sight of it.
I had been a very lucky unicorn for a young Australian couple for a month or so when this happened. The sex was perfect. They were clever and totally on my wavelength. The fucking began with our minds. Delicious!
I was 24 when we met and desperate to make it with a girl. I had known for many years that I craved to be with one but didn’t know where it would lead me…
After one disastrous attempt at a swingers’ club, where I attempted to drink away my nerves and ended up passing out (they kept me safe and were very understanding) I eventually managed to find a couple with whom a summer of filthy sex was all ours.
A fantasy I have always wanted to enact with my wife has became a reality.
Somewhere along the line of our 10+ year marriage, my wife and I started to get kinkier in the sex we shared. It started simply enough, with dirty talk which I just blurted out in the heat of the moment. I still recall what I said. She was wearing one of those full body net suits, and she was Sitting atop my cock, moaning in her usual way. As I approached orgasm, I felt a tremendous surge of euphoria and I just began panting to my wife: “Do you like how I fuck you, baby? Do you like how I fuck you? I had never before done this with her, and I’ll never forget the look of pure carnal lust in her face as I repeated my mantra. In a labored voice she said “Yes! I love how you fuck me.” That was the moment that I realized my wife was a bit freaky. It really turned me on to see her as a freaky, sexual being. It was incredibly hot for me, and it was the moment when our sex acts became much more exciting and fulfilling. I love my wife deeply as a true friend and lover, but there is another side of me that wants her to be only my submissive sex kitten.
As I mentioned, from the moment I spontaneously engaged in dirty talk w/ my unsuspecting wife, our sex life has been the fulfillment of one personal fantasy after another. It has been nothing short of wonderful. One particular fantasy that comes to mind and was even more pleasurable than I imagined, involved a can of whip cream and my wife’s beautiful ass.
A quick side note on her Ass: it is plump, round, muscular and absolutely gorgeous. Once I began to view my wife as my personal sex slave, I became quite obsessed with her ass. (I still am). As I became more wild in my desires, I conceived of a fantasy involving my wife’s beautiful and unique ass and a can of whip cream. I began to wonder if there was a way to shoot whipped cream up my wife’s ass…to fill her up with it. I could see in my minds eye how unbelivably hot it would be if after taking the whipped cream up her ass she expelled it out, “shitting” the cream all over my body and into my mouth. This fantasy began to take root, and it became a private obsession that I felt I could not share w/ my wife. It just seemed too out there for her to along with. (I should never have doubted my wife’s kinkiness!) Eventually, my private personal fantasy became such a desire and an obsession, that I could not keep it from my wife any longer. Finally, I explained to her how much I loved her ass and how I in fact, I borderline worshipped it. I then told her what I wanted to do. She was immediately turned on by the idea and agreed wholeheartedly. My heart absolutely sored when she not only agreed to make my fantasy a reality, but was evidently very turned on by the idea.
We decided to do it that very day. The first step was my wife giving herself an enema to clean her system out. She then took a hot bath. This all took a decent amount of time, and became quite tortuous for me as my desire and longing were at an all time high. I remember just feeling so unbelievably horny as I waited. Finally the time came when she emerged from her bath, hot and perfectly clean inside and out. In preparation for my fantasy, I had obtained a length of plastic tubing that fit perfectly over the nozzle of the can of whipped cream. The other end fit perfectly up my wife’s ass. I can still picture how hot she looked with that tube coming out of her ass–the subject of so much of my personal obsession.
I couldn’t believe how effectively the cream flowed up the tubing and into her body. It worked much better than I thought it would. After she said that she felt full inside, I laid on the bathroom floor and directed my wife to squat over my face and to proceed to expell her cream straight into my mouth. I remember feeling literally dizzy with pleasure as I watched my wife’s beautiful ass hover over my face. I was so excited! I then instructed her to use her hands to spread out her ass cheeks and to subsequently push. I’ll never forget the first sight of that white cream beginning to squirt and dribble straight from her body. I remember that as she pushed, her beautiful asshole distended out a surprising distance away from her body, and it’s slit began to part as the cream was pushed out. It looked even hotter than I had imagined.
Immediately, I opened my mouth and positioned it just below her asshole. The cream flowed into my mouth, coating my taste buds and eventually filling my mouth. When my mouth was full, I swallowed deeply and greedily. It tasted very sweet with just a trace of a musky scent/taste that I quickly recognized as her hot insides.
I also clearly recall something else that happened which was just so hot and pleasurable: as she pushed over and over, shitting the cream out in long flowing tubular streams, I noticed that she began to piss. Her pussy was wide open and visibly wet, and the piss dribbled out and over her pussy lips which were shaved smooth. When I saw the piss flowing out of her pussy, I couldn’t help but begin to take it in my mouth…it taste a little bitter…it tasted wonderful.
Needless to say, we both found the experience to be incredibly hot, and we have repeated this particular deprived sex act a handful of times. Since then, we have continued to experience and realize our fantasies with each other….but that is another story for another day.
Followed him off the ski trail and got fucked against a tree in the wilderness [F/M]
My then boyfriend and I (in our twenties) went on a trip to go cross-country skiing in the mountains. It was a beautiful sunny day, about -5 deg C, crisp white fluffy snow everywhere. We ski for a few hours. The trees, mountains and snow are all breathtaking. We push each other to ski faster and joke around a bunch. I tell him how I have a fantasy about having sex outside in the snow about halfway through the trail.
As we near the end of the trail, my boyfriend starts to leave the trail and goes into some deep snow and forest. I hesitate. I am exhausted from the skiing and there is very deep snow where he is. But he is going ahead and I have to follow him. He finally stops in a small clearing surrounded by many tall evergreens. It is very quiet and peaceful as the snow attenuates most noises. It was so cozy. We smile at each other.
A Chance pt. 5 [ff]
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“Guess who showed up at my house this morning,” Kimmy whispered just as Lizette walked up to Kimmy’s locker after homeroom.
“Tim?” Lizette guessed with a frown. The answering nod made the blood cool in her veins.
“Yeah, he apologized at youth group last night. I guess he thought when I forgave him that everything was all back the way it was.” Kimmy rolled her eyes, which settled Lizette’s heart a bit. “Needless to say I still rode the bus this morning.”
Lizette hated the insecurity that riddled her heart. In that moment of vulnerability, she wasn’t sure if wanting Kimmy and not having her was worse than being afraid of losing her. She wanted to touch her, just to get a little reassurance, but kept her distance to avoid the possibility of rejection. It was good she didn’t reach out just then, because the object of their discussion walked up to glare at Kimmy.
“Tim.” Kimmy acknowledged him with a wary look as she continued to load her book bag from the books and binders in her locker.
[F]estival adventure
So, to preface, this is something I had dreamed about for a lonnnng long time. I’ve been a long time festival goer, but always in a relationship, and in the beginning of going to them I was just very tame. Festivals have always been so amazing to me because they never seem like real life. The drugs, the lights, the music, and the fucking beauty everywhere. Amazingly hot girls, wearing costumes out of a fantasy, or else nothing at all. Guys in the best shape of their lives. And everyone dancing, swaying, talking, just so open and out of their normal boundaries. And constant, overwhelming sexual tension.
Which leads to the fantasy. I wanted to be one of *those* festival girls. The one who just screams desire. Last summer, I finally got myself a costume. Something like [this](https://cdn-img-0.wanelo.com/p/8c5/7e9/c67/ca8e45e220144c10e5e64f2/x354-q80.jpg). I had also been working out a lot, and looked pretty damn good.
The first night, I was still a little shy. I stayed close with my girlfriends, we danced, and had an amazing time, but eventually I ended up back at my tent at the end of the night. Alone. I was so frustrated, I ended up masturbating that night. My pussy was aching for me to got through with it. I forced myself to promise that I would finally have it happen.
Lodi: The Pleasure Lord [MFF] [Group] [Fantasy]
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Lodi, The Pleasure Lord
“Countess, I’m ready for my Offerings.” said Lodi, a hired Arch-Mage to protect The Island Kingdoms from a nearby volcano. His magic calmed the lava, preventing it from erupting across the land. His price was high and he was never paid in just gold.
“Understood, I will bring them in my Lord.” obeyed Anuri, the high countess.
Her [f]irst time with another girl, my [f]irst 69
I’ve had a lot of good feedback on my last story. I figured this would be a good follow-up.
Have you ever had one of those moments when you start daydreaming plan out exactly what you would do in a hypothetical scenario, even though that scenario would never actually happen? No? Just me? Oh well.
Well let me tell you about Rachel. She was, in that sense, a daydream come true.
I was a junior in college when we first met. And from the first time I saw her, I couldn’t get her out of my mind. I was’t totally out at that point, so I wasn’t about to make a move really or anything, but she was one of the last crushes I ever had as I grew out of that pre-adulthood stage. Not the very last, but that’s another story for another time.
Rachel was a first-year. She was tall, thin, blonde and probably the most classically attractive girl I’ve ever lusted after. But she was a nerd. Across the room, she came off as a model–bright blue eyes, perfect skin, lovely curves without being too disproportionate–but once she opened her mouth, she gave herself away. And I loved her for it. I was quite the nerd myself back in those days, except I was a lot more obvious about it. And she swore like a sailor.
Ladies After Tequila [FFF]
Jackie’s keys slipped out of her fingers while she giggled and braced her hand on the trim around the doorway.
Kate, a whimsical brunette, laughed and spanked Jackie on the ass while she was bent over to retrieve her keys. “Spank that sexy lesbian ass!” She glanced over at Jade but the motion put her off balance and she teetered back and forth.
Jade laughed at her two ridiculously drunk friends and put her finger up to her lips while stumbling forward. “Ssshhh. You guys, we definitely don’t want to wake up Jackie’s neighbor.”
Jackie finally picked up her keys and was pushed inside her apartment by two giggling and off-balance friends. She leaned against the wall to take her shoes off and said, “You two should stay here a bit until you’re more sober. I’ll,” she hiccoughed, “I’ll make popcorn.”
Jackie fumbled in the cupboard for the popcorn while her friends dumped their shoes and purses on the floor. Kate and Jade plopped onto the bar stools on the other side of the kitchen pass through.
Jade slapped her hand on the counter, tossed her blond hair behind her, and winked a smoky, blue eye at Jackie. “Bartender, a drink, please!”