Tag: Fantasy

Master of Castle Oscarshall Part III [mf] [bdsm]

Part 3:

Sabrina awoke in a haze, her eyes out of focus. Her panties were on, her hair didn't feel like the mess she expected. She sat up and looked around the room. No Jean in sight. Sabrina ambled out of bed and into the hallway. She didn't hear anything or see anyone. She began to think maybe last night's events had been a dream.

Sabrina pushed the door to the bathroom open and sat down on the toilet to pee. Ouch! Sabrina stood back up as she felt a sting from the toilet seat. She peered at her ass in the mirror – faintly visible fingerprint marks remained on her cheeks. Jean must have really been there. She shuddered – where was Jean now? Had he left her again? Sabrina was so sick of being alone. She choked back tears as she sat back on the toilet.

A few minutes later, Sabrina stepped out of the bathroom and strolled down the hall to foyer. The kitchen was located on the end of castle away from the sleeping quarters. From across the foyer, Sabrina heard sizzling. Jean? Read more »

[mf] A Gift a Girl Can Give (Fantasy-Themed BJ story)

Arden awoke to the sound of creaking wood. Someone’s at the door. The cobwebs were purged from his thoughts in an instant as hard-learned lessons about what happened to those caught sleeping flashed through his head. He sat up straight upon the divan he’d fallen asleep on and made sure his dagger was still at his side where he’d left it. An agonizing moment passed as the rusty doorknob on the front door grated in the silence.

Lyara stepped smiling into the shop-turned flat they shared with their accomplices, Anya and Lendin. “He’s nearly well and coming home tomorrow,” The dark-haired half-elf said, nearly skipping as she came to plop down next to him on the couch.

“We’ll have to throw him a party,” Arden said, the tense moment evaporated by the good news and the return of his beautiful companion.

“We can even afford to get wine that comes with a label!” Lyara said, her eyes going to the safe hidden behind a false panel in the wall.

“Many a thief has been caught by flashing the rewards of their labor.”

“The job was three weeks ago,” Lyara protested as she leaned against him with her eyes pleading. Read more »

The Pool: Part 1 [mf]

Part 2

My mom brought me home from the hospital on a Friday and just nine days later our next door neighbor, Mrs. Best, brought home her newborn daughter. Candace and I used to play when we were babies. She even invited me to her birthday parties until she turned 12 and started getting tits. After that I was just "zit-face", "nerd", or "dummy" to her and that's if she even deigned to acknowledge my existence. I'm not even sure she remembered my name was really Greg. Now we were both 18 and I was heading to college in the fall. Candace was going to stay home for another year as she'd been too involved with her latest boyfriend and subsequent breakup to get in to a decent school.

Just the week before the events of this story I watched her eighteenth birthday party from my bedroom window. As usual she was surrounded by boys all hoping her bikini top would come off. She dove off the diving board again and again showing off her body and the way those lovely tits bounced. She would laugh and the boys would call out, "Do a back flip Candy!", "Do a swan dive Candy!" and she'd preform for them. My cock was so hard in my underwear I thought it would explode. But I wasn't going to be the pathetic peeping tom, jacking myself to the pretty girl next door. Instead I logged on to World of Warcraft to get my mind of my throbbing dick. Read more »

Vacation – Part 5 of 8 ( mF mFF Inc Mother/Son Aunt/Nephew Coercion)

Kristin left us – Aunt Karen on her knees, me slouched back on the sofa with my legs spread apart and Mom standing off to the side, just as naked as we were – while she hooked her camera up to her computer and started transferring the movie she had just made.

Once that was started, she made an announcement.

"Karen, honey, I'm afraid your good times are over. You'll be spending tonight in your bedroom, alone, like all women should, the night before they lose their virginity. And, to make sure you are suitably eager, we're going to take measures to be sure you don't do anything that might ruin your appetite."

Kristin's measures turned out to be a full set of leather manacles, which she had Mom and I buckle on to Aunt Karen's wrists and ankles and then to the corner posts of the wrought iron bed frame, leaving my aunt naked, spread eagle and helpless.

"We'll order some supper, later on. Until then, we're going to leave you alone to think about tomorrow. Okay?" Read more »

First post, Stranger fantasy

I had seen him several times before but for some reason he really kept my attention. Whether it was the sweat dripping off his silky tan body or maybe the way his gym shorts happened to be just tight enough to see the bulge, I knew I needed him. I had seen him staring at me so I knew he would be interested. After writing my address down on the back of the gym business card, I strutted over to him, leaned in and while gently placing the card in the band of his shorts, I whispered, "I don't care who are, but he is my address. Be there quickly or I might start without you." With that I winked and strutted out the door.

My pace was quick as I walked to my apartment, and once I was there, I stripped and lied down on the bed. I was already wet just thinking about him. The smooth silky skin, those bulging muscle, his brown messy hair damp with sweat, and of course that bulge in his gym shorts. It wasn't long after I began pleasuring myself that my Adonis came in. I continued to pleasure myself as he undressed and revealed his long, thick cock that was ready for action. Read more »

A Fantasy Once Fulfilled

Sometimes your fantasies don’t measure up to what really happens.

She had come to my house wearing a white blouse, the tails of which were tied together to act as a halter top. She was not tall by any means – but then again, neither am I. She had piercing brown eyes and long flowing dark hair. Or so she usually did before tonight. Tonight, her hair was braided in pigtails.

Her name was Emma, and at the time she was 28, though she was tonight attempting a much younger look. She was sucking on a lollipop as she skipped into the room, somehow swaying her hips through the skipping. She was wearing a blue-based plaid miniskirt. I suspected that she wore the matching blue panties only to assure herself that nothing would show inappropriately on her way over to see me. Read more »

First erotica scene I’ve written. Part of my Dark Fantasy/Erotica novella series I’ve started for fun.

Would appreciate any criticisms. I think this may be my first ever erotica scene I've written.

Quick backstory. Runt is a fabled warrior. He has just come back from saving a minstrel who was about to be attacked by some peasant. He is drenched in blood. He spots the barmaid he had been flirting with earlier and feels a rise in him.

The bar was empty when the pair of them returned, save for the barmaid still scrubbing tabletops. Candles flickered in each corner of the room and the chandelier above – a slight jingling sound emanated from the chains with each little draft pushed in through the windows. She glanced and smirked at the hulking mass. A grin appeared upon his blood-drenched face as he wondered how warm a hearth she could be. He pushed away the minstrel and told him to go upstairs.

“Use my room. Number three. I won’t be needing it tonight,” he said, his eyes squinting at the glowing mess of the barmaid. She licked her lips.

“Now, now,” The bartender called from a door slightly ajar. “You can use your room for that sort of thing upstairs.” Read more »

Love the Simulation

Posts below with the rest of the story are numbered with brackets at the top [1]-[5]

I haven't done much editing so sorry for the many mistakes that I'm sure are there.

chapter 1

It’s been over a year since I last set foot in the sim. Thoughts of her raced through my mind, what will I say, she’ll know how long I’ve been away. Not that she cares, she’ll have no memory of my time away, as if she was asleep this whole time. She’ll greet me as she always does, I’ll walk through the front door and there she’ll be, welcoming me back with small but meaningful kiss, as if I’d just left this morning. Of course it’s only because they’ve programmed the sim to behave this way, or rather I have chosen my fantasy to be this way. Read more »