The Howls of Lust [fantasy, werewolf, blood, force, WF]

It is 6 pm…

Full moon tonight.

I can feel it already. Tugging at me. Calling to me. All these years and with everything I have learned it still feels the same. I’m edgy. Snapping at people who don’t really deserve it.

It has been nearly 10 years since my life changed. A hunting trip up north into Canada. My buddies were the kinds of guys who really loved to get away from everything so we were really north. Hunting with bows. Makes the odds a little more even. Ok so most of us carried a big pistol in case we ran into something seriously dangerous but we hunted the way man has hunted for thousands of years.

This time something was hunting us. Took its time about it too. For two full days we knew something was out there. It did not strike until the third. All I really remember are the screams, gun shots and a mouth full of teeth clamping down on my ankle. Then a huge crack as a support beam for the porch was broken. Most of the roof came down on me.

A light bondage foreplay fantasy I had

My boyfriend loves lingerie. If I wear a garter belt and stockings, that’s all it takes. We’re going on vacation with his family this weekend and I plan on giving a surprise light bondage fucking in the hotel. We’ve already engaged in some tying up. I love getting spanked and slapped on the face or ass, by his hand or cock. Love having my hair pulled. I come the easiest when he’s pulling my hair like crazy and slapping me in the face with his cock. So, I feel confident about introducing a more structured approach to sex.

Once we’re in our hotel room, I’ll go to the bathroom for a few moments and change into the garter belt and stockings. No underwear, no bra. I’ll come out of the bathroom and just start posing for him while he understands what’s going on and starts to get hard. I’ll give him a few pieces of light, cut-up t-shirt material. Then I’ll have him tie my ankles together, then my wrists, and then place one piece in my mouth as a light gag. Then I’ll kneel on a pillow on the floor and he will start to slap my face with his cock and hand, pulling my hair, and calling me a cock-loving whore, which drives me crazy. Because I’ll be able to use some of my mouth, I’ll lick the pre-cum off the tip and then when there’s more, he will spread it on my cheeks and lips. When he wants, he’ll start slapping my ass and continue pulling my hair.

My Girlfriend Goes for a Walk [exhibitonism][forced][humiliation][teen][mf][oral][cum][facial]

This isn't a particularly nice story. Also it may lead into some cuckold stuff, I'm exploring that lately.

She walked in front of me, about six feet ahead. Her ass swayed in those tiny jean shorts and the white shirt she was wearing. It was really an undershirt when you looked at it. The middle of the shirt curved in slightly, exposing the sides of her swaying breasts with every movement, lacking a bra. They were downright visible from the side view. Her legs looked long and smooth in the shoes she was wearing, and her midriff peaked out from where the shirt ended. So much skin, I thought. I relished the looks she would get. Every guy that walked past her did a double take after they had passed, to get a nice look at her amazing ass swinging in those tight blue jean shorts.

I walked up to her after a bit.

“Flash someone”, I said. She looked over at me, her eyes widening. “Are you crazy? Why do you want people to see…”

“Flash someone or your skirt is coming off”

Neutral Ground [MF][Religious][Fantasy][Some fantasy battle at the beginning][angels][demons]

This is the first thing I've written in a long while. As always, any and all comments and constructive criticism are greatly appreciated. Please let me know what you think!


Limbo. A blasted, war-torn hellscape. Any buildings that might have stood there had long since collapsed, shattered by the ravages of a war as ancient as the universe itself. A layer of ash covered everything, raining from black clouds hanging low in the sky. The few crimson shafts of sunlight that managed to pierce the thick layer of volcanic dust scattered before they could touch the ground, burying the entire plain in perpetual twilight. The ash fell swift and silent, muting any sound that might come from the desolation.

There, Lailah was fighting for her life. She fell from the sky, plummeting toward a distant spot in the remains of planet Earth. Humanity had died eons ago, leaving an empty world behind, a dry husk. But the gods they’d worshipped, their servants, and their enemies, were immortal. Which included Lailah, even if she didn’t particularly feel immortal at that moment.

Neutral Ground [MF][Religious][Fantasy][Some fantasy battle at the beginning][angels]

This is the first thing I've written in a long while, and I'm glad I did. Summer makes me lethargic, not that I minded. But it's time to get back into things. As always, any and all comments and constructive criticism are greatly appreciated. Please let me know what you think!


Limbo. A blasted, war-torn hellscape. Any buildings that might have stood there had long since collapsed, shattered by the ravages of a war as ancient as the universe itself. A layer of ash covered everything, raining from black clouds hanging low in the sky. The few crimson shafts of sunlight that managed to pierce the thick layer of volcanic dust scattered before they could touch the ground, burying the entire plain in perpetual twilight. The ash fell swift and silent, muting any sound that might come from the desolation.

There, Lailah was fighting for her life. She fell from the sky, plummeting toward a distant spot in the remains of planet Earth. Humanity had died eons ago, leaving an empty world behind, a dry husk. But the gods they’d worshipped, their servants, and their enemies, were immortal. Which included Lailah, even if she didn’t particularly feel immortal at that moment.

Circle of Cuckolds[Circle of Cuckolds[BMWF, Interracial, Cuckold, Conversion, Cuckold Club](Crosspost from /r/CuckoldSexStories)

Chapter 1

Bruce and his wife Linda were having drinks on the patio of their large suburban home. Bruce, a 42-year-old accountant, had done very well in his profession and was up for a vice presidency of firm. Their expensive home reflected Bruce's financial success.

Linda, a 36-year-old attractive brunette looked less than her age. Thanks to a disciplined regimen of exercise and diet, her figure was that of a woman ten years younger. Her most notable features were her large bust and long shapely legs. Linda was an elementary school teacher. The couple had no children, but were "trying." The problem, according to Bruce's physician was his unusually low sperm count. For them, timing would be everything if they were to succeed in getting pregnant.

Sex for Bruce and Linda was very satisfactory for him, but less so for Linda, although she never mentioned this to him out of concern for his fragile masculine ego. Things picked up somewhat for Linda when the couple ventured into the world of suburban swinging last year. Although the guys in their circle were nothing to write home about in Linda's opinion, at least they were better than Bruce in the sex department. The parties, however, had become less and less frequent, and this was the topic of conversation on this particular evening.

The transformation [F][Anal][fantasy]

Susie was devastated. She was crying and walking home to her apartment. Her whole world had just been shattered in a single moment. I kind older gentleman was standing outside a small shop that looked shut down. He called her over, "My dear what is wrong? Tell old Merl your tale."

Susie decided talking about it might help. Confession had always helped in the past. This man was no priest but an open ear was always worth it. They went into the shop and had a seat. Susie looked around at all the dust and cobwebs mixed with random knickknacks. Just wanting the ear she started to tell her story: She was very religious and grew up in a small town. Being a bit of a brainiac scoring perfect on her SAT exams she had a choice of any college she wanted. But she also had a boyfriend Bobbie whom she loved. She knew they were going to get married someday and become the perfect housewife. So when it came time to pick colleges, despite better offers she went to the same school as Bobbie. Now in her sophomore year she just found out Bobbie had been cheating on her sleeping with some sorority slut. They had promised each other to wait till marriage now that was ruined. She hated the sorority girl and wanted revenge though part of her was jealous of taking Bobbies virginity and having sex.

Turns out Princess Peach does a fuck ton of cocaine [MF] [Mast] [drugs] [MMF] [anal] [bd] [oral] [bst] [fantasy] (X-post /r/dirtywritingprompts

The pounding of the door is amplified by the high alabaster walls of the overly posh bedroom. It mimics the pounding in Peach’s skull as she stirs on the cold tile floor of her lavish bathroom completely naked except for a pair of stained panties and her tiara. She struggles to pull herself up, wondering who has the audacity to disturb her during her private time.

“Princess!” shouts Toadsworth as he incessantly pounds on the door. “Princess, you are needed to attend to your duties!”

Peach finally pulls herself up and onto the toilet, holding the sink next to her to keep herself steady. “Sonuvabitch…” she slurs, trying to keep the room from spinning. “Where the hell are my clothes? And why do I feel so…sticky?”

“Princess!” yells Toadsworth again. “You’ve been locked in your room for two days! Is everything okay?!”

“Two days?!” she exclaims to herself. “What the fuck have I been doing for two days?”

“That would be me, Princess,” grins a naked Wario standing in the doorway to the bathroom.

Peach recoils at the sight. “Oh, fuck me!”

Party plaything [bdsm] [Mdom] [Fsub][huml]

“Are you ready princess?” His voice turned me away from where I’d been anxiously stirring the stock pot. “Our guests will be arriving soon. Sarah will take over from here, you’ve got a more important job to do.” A thrill of nervousness and anticipation shot through me. He walked towards me, and started to untie the knot of my light cotton robe. He pulled the fabric open, resting it against my skin momentarily, stroking my hip bone with his roughly textured thumb.

He slid the robe off my shoulders, and I let him, watching somewhat numbly as it dropped to the floor. I stepped awkwardly out of the puddle of fabric it left at my feet, careful not to get my heels caught (Sarah had made me practise), or scuff them on one another. I looked up at his face apprehensively, sneakily, and watched him studying me. The black patent heels (Sarah’s choice), seamed stockings (the same), and the most ridiculously frothy white lingerie (thank god the salesgirl hadn’t checked in on us while Sarah was “helping me decide”). He grinned and dug around in his pocket momentarily, and pulled out a shiny gold lipstick case.

Maxwell Farm: Part 6 of 6 [MF and FFF, Fantasy, Breeding farm, Mild furry(cow), Lactation, Weight gain, preg, huml, reluc]

HER

I feel warm and safe. A contented sigh escapes my lips as I sit between Vicky and Bre. My muscles relax under Vicky's gentle touch. My eyes drift closed. I am exhausted from the ride over, and my mind, which has been racing with thoughts all day, is finally quiet.

Bre dips her hand in a nearby water bucket and lovingly kneads the cool liquid into my thigh. I hear a soft splash as she returns to the bucket and then back to my leg. I let out a low moan. I don't want to admit how good her attention feels. I snuggle my head deep in Vicky's pillowy fat. She leans forward and tenderly kisses my stubby horns.

I open my eyes as I hear Bre shift next to me. She groans a little, grabbing her beach ball belly, as she rises to her knees. She takes a rag, which had been hanging on the fence, and dunks it into the water. I listen as she rings the rag, a stream of water pouring back into the bucket. She places the damp cloth on my rear, just above my tail, and slowly rubs it across my skin.