Tag: Fantasy

Office politics. [m+f] (long!)

I have become addicted to sharing my stories. My apologies for the length, but I'm a details girl!

I’d known him for a long time and we’d always flirted. Now we were in an office setting together and I was honestly struggling to work with him. There was constant flirting and suggestive chat and every time I walked past his cubicle I’d think about crawling into his lap and having my way with him. He made it a point to pretend like he was ignoring me in meetings, so I’d escalate things to grab his attention as stealthily as I could. One time, I got in just in time to steal a seat one apart from him at the conference table and I tossed my purse into the empty seat to keep anyone else from taking it.

About half-way through this gruelingly boring meeting, I decided to try and get his attention. First, I smacked the empty chair back into his. They were rolling chairs, so when people turned and looked; I acted embarrassed and mouthed “Sorry!” I looked over to him and smirked before he turned back to the presenter. Next, I leaned over to quietly look through my purse for some gum. I reached out my hand under the armrest and stroked my nails down his outer thigh. He pulled his leg in and looked over, then down, and flushed. “What are you doing?” he mouthed, making his eyes wide in mock accusation. I shrugged and grinned and sat back up. Read more »

[fm] A Growing Desire, Part 1

Typically, I post to Literotica. But I've decided to share a few stories here. Enjoy.

I kept having the same dream. Not that that's anything new. I'll have recurring dreams about losing my makeup, missing a flight, failing out of school. But I usually don't have these types of dreams. The ones where I wake up in the middle of the night feeling guilty, ashamed, and incredibly wet. Guilty because my boyfriend would be gently asleep next to me, unaware what filled my dreams. Ashamed because, well, I love sex. I love the way it feels when my boyfriend pushes deep inside of me, the way he touches me, kisses me, and whispers how much he loves me. I love it when he spanks me. I love it when he takes control of me. Read more »

Sex Shop Cherry Pop [M,F Oral]

“Hey stranger, I was wondering when I’d see you again.”

Paul jumped as though he had been shocked. For weeks, he had been sneaking into Dildeaux, always hunched over, avoiding eye contact with the salesgirls. He purposely switched up the days and times that he visited, hoping none of the employees would realize how often he came to browse.

“How’d you like the hentai I picked out for you?” the salesgirl asked brightly.

Paul squirmed uncomfortably under her gaze. Her bright blue eyes were staring at him just a little too intensely. “It..uh…it was okay,” he stammered. He tried to make eye contact, but found himself overcome with embarrassment. What was her name? Kat? The last time he had seen her, she had followed him through the shop, peppering him with questions about what excited him. Paul had been too mortified to tell her that he was still a virgin, and that he had no idea what he was looking for.

“I think I’m looking for something a little more realistic?” he said uncertainly.

Kat nodded thoughtfully, her dark hair swinging against her cheek. “Any particular scenario?”

“Um…”

“Gay or straight?” she asked. Read more »

The Ecstasy of Being Destroyed by The Girl You Love [MmF, anal, fdom, huml, nc, feminization, love]

Christie and Steven were two of my best friends. I eventually told Christie I couldn't come to the wedding because I was in love with her. We'd all met at an architecture program in Wisconsin. I ended up dropping out and becoming an accountant but not before we'd all had an incredible two years together. I was older because I'd spent some time out of school and then tried to go back. Anyway, that was four years ago. I'd just turned thirty two–they're both twenty six–and I felt like my life was over.

I thought I'd live some grand adventure. I always thought life would be like the movies. But I was just too soft, too lazy, to ever do anything remarkable. I wasn't a complete slob or vagrant. Nothing obvious. I would just sit around and collapse after a day of work. I'd binge watch TV instead of practicing some difficult art. I'd exhaust myself on pornography instead of exercising or chasing true love. As I went to talk to Christie, to shrug out of her wedding, I could see my whole life toiling out ahead of me, locked-in on a boring path all the way to the grave. Read more »

Tales from Frank’s: The Brothers [M] [F] [M] (xpost from /r/sexystories)

Working in Frank’s is okay. Frank himself is a bit of a pain in the ass, but I’m friendly enough with the other girls. Back when Frank still had ideas of starting a franchise, the diner-come-bar was decked out in the usual family friendly reds and yellows. Some time before I started, he realised the customers he could count on weren’t mom, pop and their 2.4s but the working joes who needed to stop in before they went home.

Accordingly, he adjusted his staffing policy. Michael, who’d been tending bar since he was old enough, got tossed out on his ear. Frank made sure that every single member of staff, from the guys in the back to those waiting tables, were exactly the kind of person to being in his new target audience: we’re all relatively young – late-teens to early twenties (except for Amanda, but she still looks like she could pass for my sister) – with easy smiles. The outfits Frank makes us wear are two sizes too small and have deep v-necks, which gives the guys an eyeful whenever we bend over. The shorts are barely more than hot pants and hug snuggly around the curves. They’re the same shade of black as the knee-high socks and sneakers. Read more »

Tales from Frank’s: The Brothers [M] [F] [M]

Working in Frank’s is okay. Frank himself is a bit of a pain in the ass, but I’m friendly enough with the other girls. Back when Frank still had ideas of starting a franchise, the diner-come-bar was decked out in the usual family friendly reds and yellows. Some time before I started, he realised the customers he could count on weren’t mom, pop and their 2.4s but the working joes who needed to stop in before they went home.

Accordingly, he adjusted his staffing policy. Michael, who’d been tending bar since he was old enough, got tossed out on his ear. Frank made sure that every single member of staff, from the guys in the back to those waiting tables, were exactly the kind of person to being in his new target audience: we’re all relatively young – late-teens to early twenties (except for Amanda, but she still looks like she could pass for my sister) – with easy smiles. The outfits Frank makes us wear are two sizes too small and have deep v-necks, which gives the guys an eyeful whenever we bend over. The shorts are barely more than hot pants and hug snuggly around the curves. They’re the same shade of black as the knee-high socks and sneakers. Read more »

Life drawing with a friend [FM]

Dan should be focusing on the old man modelling in the centre of the class but is instead staring past him and concentrating on a fellow student. He allows himself to bask in her beauty. Her crisp white blouse is falling away from her chest to expose the slight indents of the rib-cage along with a glimpse of her perfectly sculptured collar bones. He wants to run his palm ever so gently over the relief of her clavicles. He wants to wrap his hands tenderly around her elegant neck and lose himself in her essence.

At the beginning, he manages to chat with Elisa for precious but brief moments though as the weeks pass their conversations become longer and longer. He learns she is a modest and warm person but with a quick wit. Dan's heart flutters every time he sees her how could it not? Every time she raises that cheeky eyebrow at his jokes his soul lightens. He’d never met another human who enjoyed chatting at length about anything and everything that interested him until he met Elisa. And not only was she a real human, she was a beautiful and intelligent one at that. Read more »

Update – [F/F] maybe the most insane situation of my life, could use some advice

Thank you everyone for your advice and suggestions on my previous post (here: http://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/3ky5ez/ff_maybe_the_most_insane_situation_of_my_life/). I'm still having trouble processing this so please hear me out.

A lot of you were worried about the lack of consent in the first incident with Beth. When I read back over my post I agree it's hard to argue otherwise. I don't think anybody said the "R" word but it's been freaking me out a little. Sometimes I feel pretty gross that I liked it so much.

I was really agonizing over the whole thing, going both ways about what I was going to do if Beth reached out again. I've almost said something to Aaron but didn't know how. I thought maybe if it didn't go any further then I could just pretend the whole thing never happened, and eventually I could forget about it. Well, that didn't happen.

I mentioned earlier that Aaron and I were working together to organize an event. Without getting into too much detail, it was a fundraiser, basically. I knew ahead of time Beth would probably be there. I was so, so nervous about seeing her. How would she act? How was I supposed to act? Read more »

Bored. [M/f, BDSM, Gangbang, Fantasy]

The whole day has been a drag. You would think Hell would be non-stop Funtime depravity but today…it just feels off.

You woke up, had your male servants wash your seductive figure. Enticing them with each curve of your body. Observing the dozens of erections that surrounded you while you were objectified. Making them carefully caress your full breasts with soap and cloth. Washing your luxurious red hair with scented lavender. Ensuring sensitive and delicate caresses of your full ample bottom. Teasing them with the occasional breathy sigh. Opening your legs almost enough to see their only glimpse of heaven here in Hell. Letting your amazing legs and thighs brush trembling cocks ever so slightly while your flawless alabaster skin is cloth dried and moisturized. Your tongue even "accidentally" lashed one especially healthy length of manhood to taste his uncontrolled flow of precum. He was promptly punished by being sent away to watch from a distance.

While being dressed in your blue satin top and bottom your hands "accidentally" brush up against men in their most sensitive areas. Forcing deep groans of lust and shudders along their turgid manhood. You even made them polish your four inch horns. You sat lounged as raging hardons bounced up and down on front of your face and around your head as they delicately and lovingly worked. Read more »