Tag: Fantasy

Finally had [m]y first bisexual threesome experience in a hotel room [mmf]

So I am a 24 yr old bisexual male who has mostly sexual encounters with females but I enjoy some oral fun with guys every once in a while. I always wanted to experiment with sucking on a nice dick with a lady as my blowjob partner. I had met this 33 yr old woman named Dawn on tindr and we had talked for a month or two about sexual exploits as she was very adventurous. The fantasy came up and she gave me a "I'll see what I can do ;)"

Fast forward to last night, Dawn texts me asking what I am doing tonight and I have no plans. She invites me over to a hotel where her and her friend (who is a guy) are hanging out for the night. She begins to detail that she wants to blow me and her friend has been known to give her a hand and a mouth from time to time. I send her a few pictures of the relentless hard on she had given me and it seemed to tip her over the edge because now "I had to be there". Read more »

watching [m]e jack o[ff]

This is a quick(ish) one. I was only reminded of this by another (excellent) recent post in GWS.

This happened about 20 years ago when I was in supreme physical shape. My ex and her flatmate (Kay) had been FWB's since we broke up some 6 months previously. They'd had a drunken night of debauchery with another friend (Kaz) who I'd met that involved stripping for each other and a roll of film. I was actually invited before the fact but as it turned out, declined.

About a week or so later, I was invited over by Kay to check out the photos from the night. I'd never seen Kaz in any state of undress before and it turned out there was one photo where all three of them were topless. I was pretty excited about that, to say the least.

Before I go further; Kay was my ex's BFF whom I'd known for years before we split. She was now my FWB, and as far as FWB's go, she was awesome. There were no secrets between us; she knew what got me off, and loved engineering those situations for our mutual enjoyment! Read more »

A Bench and a Blindfold [bdsm] [fantasy] [mf] [ff] [ccw]

My workshop is on the lowest level of the ship. There’s only two mechanics on the United Planets 253 cruiser, and Kyle works up in the control room so I can get pretty lonely. My workshop is probably the loudest place in all of the Xeon Galaxy. The hardware for the ship’s AI is down here and sometimes she decides to purge her old files and that gets her fan all riled up. The engines are here too, so there’s a pretty loud hum constantly. And of course, all of my various machines make a lot of noises. I don’t mind the background noise. It makes my isolated workshop feel a little bit less empty. Read more »

Isabella: A Fantasy [fM]

“Blood, sex, and death.” The holy trinity of every Gothic horror novel, according to Mr. Fitzgerald. He was the high school literature teacher I hopelessly crushed on, and I couldn’t help but notice his eyes lingering on me when he said that second word.

I was a senior back then, about to graduate. The spring when my classmates were perpetually tuned out during class, with only the summer ahead and college on their minds. But I still had unfinished business here, and this day in May he wore a light blue button-up and chinos just snug enough to drive my imagination wild. When he perched on the edge of his desk reading from The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, I let my eyes wander up and down his body, picturing his skin on mine. By then I’d dreamt up this sultry side to him, one he hid away at work, but which made him all the more irresistible . . .

He was the new cute teacher this year, fresh out of college, the one the girls whispered about between classes. For a while, I tried to pretend I wasn’t one of them – after all, how cliched is it to have the same crush as everyone else? Yet his charm was undeniable. Intimidating, even. And by God, who else could make the classics so sexy? Read more »

Surprise Encounter Part 2 [Mf][oral]

She pushes me hard against the door frame and I let out a soft grunt. I grab the wood behind my back and dig in, my only defense against her attack. I am enjoying every second and she knows it; revels in her new found power over me. I watch as she brings her thumb to her mouth and bites down provocatively.

She studies my expression and laughs softy.

"Are you enjoying yourself?" I muse.

"Not as much as you," she gestures with her eyes and bites down on her thumb again.

"I don't know. You seem every bit as excited as I am."

"Do I?" She challenges grabbing my erection. I moan loudly this time. My head hits the wood as she strokes up and down alternating between gentle and rough movements. Her mouth is back on my neck and I am close to climax.

I look at the clock. 6:45. Read more »

I work alone..

It's crossed my mind. I've thought about it. How could it not? The PC repair guy is near to the equivalent of the milkman these days right?

Not something I've had an opportunity to dwell on. Even though I've been in the business for a while, it's very rare to be alone with a good looking female client. It happened today though, much to my surprise.

I've had the call in for about three days. The appointment was set for this morning at 10:00. I arrived a little early. It's a local business woman's home office in a gated community. Very quiet, private. The homes are spread out, giving the neighborhood a real out in the country kind of feeling.

As I approached the front door, I was struck with how large the house is. It felt awkward knocking on the door. Kind of like knocking on the door at WalMart or something, it didn't feel natural. After a few moments, an older woman opened the door, let me know that I'd been expected and to come on in and wait. It took me a second to figure out that this was a maid, and not my customer. Read more »

[f] playing a whore for an older [m]an once again.

It's been a little while since I posted about meeting up with an older man from tinder and getting fucked like a whore in his hotel room and figured a follow-up about our christmas-party office fuck might be a worthwhile follow-up.

We'd been seeing each other casually – mostly for sex – for a few months by the time the holidays rolled around and he asked me to go with him. For him, it was a chance to show off the hot young piece of ass he'd been playing with for the past few months. He promised to give me money for a new dress and told me there'd be free champagne. I'm a sucker for free champagne.

He texted me throughout the day, making little demands. He wanted my hair down. He wanted my dress to be bright and short to show of my legs. He wanted it to be backless. He wanted me to keep my makeup light and neutral and to look hot and "young as fuck". That's hardly a problem when you've just turned 19 and are half korean. Read more »

Uncle Mark, Ch. 2: [Mf] [inc] [tease]

"We'll be gone for the weekend, at least," Sam told Mark gravely in the foyer. "It might not be Tuesday until we get back. I'm really sorry about this." A couple of hastily packed suitcases sat at Sam's feet. Jen came from the kitchen, swinging her purse over her shoulder.

"It's not a problem at all," Mark said consolingly. He touched Jen's shoulder. "It's good that you're deciding to go out there. Your grandfather will be happy to see you." Jen smiled weakly in return.

"Val's not that close to her great-grandfather," Sam said. "No sense in eating up her summer."

Mark shook his head, telling Sam with the gesture that rationalization wasn't necessary. "It's all right. I'll keep her out of trouble here."

Sam nodded. "Don't want you to be trapped in the suburbs. The convertible is yours. I know you'll be careful."

Mark saw Sam and Jen to their car and waved as they drove off, then returned to the morning silence of the house and exhaled. He plunked himself down in the living room and unfolded the Saturday paper.

"They're gone?" Val asked from halfway down the stairs, looking groggy and sounding confused. Read more »

Ping! Part 1 [m/f][exh][mast][college]

Ping!

The professor gave me a dirty look.

"Phones silent please." she said with irritation. I nodded a sheepish apology, and she seemed satisfied enough to return to the board without comment. I let out an annoyed sigh, and dug my phone out of my pocket; it was probably nothing important, but I was curious who it was.

> Unknown number

> New MMS

Great, A wrong number. Though, an MMS from somebody not in my contacts list was odd. I traced the unlock pattern and opened my messages while looking up to make sure the professor was still scribbling out the Mayan kinship diagram. I had to cover up my mouth to keep the embarrassed laughter from coming out. Presented without comment was a picture of a modest pair of perky tits from the neck down. I quickly locked my phone and shoved it inside my pants pocket. surreptitiously looking around to see if anyone else saw it.

I pretended to pay attention to the lesson, but I was baffled and trying to make sense of the message. Who sent this and how did I get it? Maybe it was intended for a boyfriend's new phone or an online paramour. Whatever her original intentions were, I wasn't hiding a blush just because of me. Sending nudes to somebody else's phone unintentionally would be absolutely mortifying! Read more »

John and Tawny [MF]

Author's Note: This is an excerpted sex scene from a novel I'm working on, so the details of the characters' descriptions aren't mentioned much in this passage, in particular the guy's appearance.

For your imagination: John is 23 years old, average height, and lean and lanky. He's got short brown hair, and brown eyes, and usually wears glasses. He's average looking actually. Tawny is 22, is very skinny (maybe too skinny) and has small-ish B-cup breasts. She's got freckles, dark red hair, and green eyes. She's totally out of John's league but through the magic of "twoo wuv," they've gotten married.

Feedback is much appreciated.

John tipped the limousine driver, and watched him drive off. He was knocked nearly off his feet when Tawny jumped onto his back.

“Carry me across the threshold!” Tawny cried playfully, wrapping her arms around his neck.

John laughed, snaking his hands underneath her legs to insure she didn’t slide off, thankful Tawny chose a simple wedding dress with a knee-length skirt. “This isn’t exactly the way I pictured doing it…”

“I’m not letting you knock my head against the door frame again,” Tawny said with a laugh. Read more »