Dear Diary, A Man Requested To Inspect My Body In An Airport][MF, Oral, Fantasy](Via r/Gonewildaudio)


This is a narrative script taken from r/GWA. Original post can be found here.


Dear Diary,

I know it's been awhile since you've heard from me. My absence doesn't mean I forget you, it just so happens that I've experienced something in my life and you're the only one that I can disclose this with.

It all began after a trip with my friends to this marvelous city. At the heart of it lies an exquisite beach entrapped by separated islands made of limestones. We frolic on its majestic seashore glittered with fine sand that melts in your feet; it mixes with the water creating an emerald effect that gleams so bright when it's hit by the sun. It's like a paradise on Earth to me.

It was already sunset after we leave the coast to take our flight on its nearest airport as we're required to work the next day. Since I didn't book the ticket with my friends, my departure time came off later. I wasn't bothered by this as I've always liked the idea of being alone in a place where I am not familiar with. Or, getting trapped in an island with another man like those classic movies my mom used to watch. Little did I know that I was going to get what I'm wishing right there on that airport.

{F}irst Post and 1st with Z!

First I must say thank you to my husband. Babe you are one in a million and without you ( well Z to but mainly you) this story would not be possible.

Where to start? Hmmm……. Well a few days ago I had to take our car in to be detailed. Knowing this the hubby and I got up early and went to the gym. Then I dropped him off at work and I went to take care of the car. After the car was finished being detailed I stopped back to see the hubby. As I pulled in to his work parking lot I noticed that Z was working. Seeing Z's car in the lot had my heart beating a little quicker than normal. See Z is my husbands buddy/coworker that I have always found very very attractive. Normally I wouldn't be so school girl crazy, but now knowing that my hubby wants to see me with another guy; seeing Z does this to me. Cause Z is one guy that I would have no problem getting fucked by. Not to mention Z has seen my goods in photos before and complimented my hubby on them.

A Fantasy. [MF]

Sorry for the shit formatting. Doing this on a phone blows.

DISCLAIMER: When the intended recipient finds this, don't you dare touch yourself until I tell you.

It all started with a normal day. A normal shower. A normal drive to work.

A normal "good morning. =)" from you.

All it took was a thought, a hint of desire to well up inside of my head for the cravings to start. I ask how my slut was doing today. I tell you that no matter what, unless I say otherwise, "no matter how this day progresses, you cannot touch yourself. You cannot bring yourself pleasure. Or there will be punishment. I'm not making you do this for punishment, yet. Whether this remains in the realm of pleasure is entirely up to you."

Work keeps me occupied long enough for you to squirm. Your lack of response is all I need to know that you're turned on. Otherwise you'd joke with me. But not today. Today I have you where I want you. Today, like every other day, you are mine to use or love or hold as I please. I wait until my lunch for any kind of reprieve for you. Unfortunately for you, your roommates are home. Fortunately for you, a movie is playing and the lights are low.

My Fantasy is Complete [Mfff] [Spy][Creep][Oral]

Before I go into the story, here's some back story. I have the hots for my best friends sister. My best friends name is Steve and his sisters name is Carly. Carly was always a bitch to me but was super attractive. She was a red head, 18 years old, about 5'7, skinny but not to skinny and had great perky tits with a tight ass. Although she was always bitchy and mean to me, I found her so sexy and always dreamed of her.

So come the weekend, I knew Steve was at his cottage and only Carly was home. I sent him a message saying "Hey Steve, I left my bag at your house, anyway I could go get it?" He replies saying, " Yeah sure, the side doors always open". I decide to take a drive over and knock on the front door so I have an excuse to talk to Carly. Nobody answers and I go through the side. As I enter I call out, "Hello, anybody home?". No reply. I begin to look around and see that Carly and her two friends are swimming in the backyard.

Kate Peeping in on Ben. [Furry][M/F solo][peeping][incest][Straight]

Kate peeping in on Ben

Ben laying back on his bed after a long day at work. His golden fur glowing from just getting out the shower. As Ben flips through the the TV stations trying to find something to watch until he falls asleep. “Oh yea baby you like that?” He stops realizing he has stumbled on to the adult channels. He watches for a seconds feeling the blood slowly rush to his cock. Unwillingly his wandering hand starts to walk down his body getting ever closer to a much needed alone time.

As Ben works up his libido his bouncy sister skips down the hall as her long white fur flows in the air. As she passes Ben’s door she catches the sound of soft moan. She stops leaning in peeping through the cracked door. Her tail starts to wag as the new site of her brother’s cock instantly excites her. She slowly drops to her knees to watch her brother take care of his male needs.

[sci-fi, fantasy, bdsm] My first sexy story… The Flagpole

He is an evil spirit, a practicer of dark magic, a shaman whose main focus was sex and selfishness. He uses his powers solely to please himself…. he uses black magic to make his cock grow to inhumanly large sizes and he goes about putting the town wenches under his voodoo hypnosis and forcing their submission…. He locks their wrists with magical bindings, he can bend their bodies over with his will, he can pick them up and throw them around….and he can choke them like Darth Vader chokes his victims, all with the power of his mind. He can put words for them to say and orders to obey into their mind telepathically, without actually saying a word. He makes them beg, he makes them degrade themselves. "I am nothing but a worthless toy. I am your wench, Use me, Use me, like the dirty wench that I am." He uses them relentlessly, over and over, sending them back to their husbands bruised and beaten, swollen and loose, holes gaping from taking such a massive cock. And the husbands are powerless to stop him, after all he is more than human. He has free reign over the town, the town is scared of his power. Women kneel before him in his presence, they bow down to him when they see him, they let him know they are his…."I am yours master" The husbands shudder and cower in fear…."she is yours, sir, use her as you please." The town is powerless to stop his reign of sexual terror.

My guide to writing erotica

Edit: more will be added when I have time.

Alright, let me start off by pointing out that I'm no professional writer. Save a few columns, I haven't had anything published worth mentioning. Take all of this with a grain of salt. If someone with more experience, knowledge and/or wisdom wishes to correct me, feel free.

Without any further ado, let's do this.

Why.

First question, when writing anything, you should ask yourself, is why you are writing. If you're writing for yourself to masturbate to, then by all means just ahead and do your thing. Will others be reading it, or are you practising for that occasion? Because then you have some things to consider.

You see, despite its visual delivery, writing is a medium that can tickle all the senses. This is the first mistake I see a lot of people make, and there's a whole tvtropes page on this phenomenon known as "IKEA porn". Many people, especially those who just started off writing, seem to think writing should be a transcript more than anything. We don't want to read that kind of thing! If I wanted to experience "my penis entered a vagina" I would much rather go out and do it than read about it. Similarly, I can imagine that sentence doing very little for your female readers. They don't have a penis and, despite your female readers possibly having an extremely vivid imagination, the word penis and its many synonyms is not going to get the proverbial job done.

Life after a college breakup Parts 0-2 [MF]

Hi everyone. This is my first story… there is quite a bit of buildup before the actual sex. Hope you don't mind, and hope you like! I have a few other parts already written out that come after, will link after I post.

"Well, it's over," Kim muttered as her bf ex boyfriend closed the Skype window. They had started dating when she was starting high school, and had been together for four years. The entirety of her young adult life, basically, and now it was over.

Back when they were dating, she often thought about how they would deal with college (she was in Philadelphia, he in California). It was more of a fantasy than a worry: him visiting, meeting her new friends; spending thanksgivings together for the first time; maybe a spring break together next year; kissing after months apart. She was looking forward to it all, and now, with one sentence, it had ended. "I'm sorry Kim, but I feel like I need to be single in order to thrive here."

"Well," thought Kim. "Fuck it. I can be single and thrive here too."

[MMMF][Fantasy][Temperature play] Playing With Fire

Finally, a gangbang (or a foursome, depending on semantics) where the lady's in charge. The full story can be found here. Thanks for reading! I am immeasurably grateful for any and all feedback.


“So, what do you say?” Azar stared expectantly into his face, eyes wide and shining with excitement. Across from her, the young merchant twirled his fork over his plate, avoiding her eyes. His long, blonde hair glinted in the sunlight. Scattered around them, other couples sat at other tables. Their light, idle chatter floated over the castle courtyard. Banners fluttered on the battlements, on the tents in the courtyard, and the keep, colors dancing in the wind.

Every few minutes, a passing guard would waver on his route and take a deep breath, inhaling as if trying to absorb the cafe’s sights and smells. Each guard would carry on after a moment, green with envy. They ignored the rumbling in their stomachs and knowledge that cold bread and oily stew were the only rewards waiting for them. Instead, they doggedly continued their patrols, staring with keen eyes and sharp glares at the forest outside the castle walls. Azar watched them pass, one, two, three, as his silence stretched on. And on.

[nc] [Mf] [Trigger warning]- Rape fantasy, PM for any stories you would like or were afraid to ask for.

examples of work from my sub: here


The turn.

The moment he put his hand across her mouth she went quiet.

He could see her trembling, but in her eyes he saw she had that giddy feeling of token resistance to him.

He got his thick well worn grubby ring finger out, and began using it to inspect her skirt.

He pushed down and had a feel.

It was damp.

As much as there was terror in her eyes she was that much more fully engorged, dripping and seething with part contempt and genuine arousal.

He could feel that gushing feel as he rubbed the outside of her knickers.

The panties discoloured.

They went off white, he pushed into her though them and immediately he felt a gush and she let off a soft moan into his covered hand.

His long tendril of a ring finger pushed almost uncomfortably into her hole.

He felt the liquid pressure of plasma and squirts against his finger and the flimsy cotton cloth barrier of her loins.