The story is me taking from the man’s perspective. I will change it up with other stories as I create them. This was created with by current BF.
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Tag: Fantasy
Part of the Hive [Fantasy][Noncon][Insect][Oviposition]
Olivia’s clan had known about the hellwasps. They had built their village far from the forest where the vile insects made their nests, perched upon the edge of a sea-facing cliff. So it was only occasionally that one of the demons made the strange journey across the open fields between the treeline and the clifftop town: something that was easily handled by a squad of their capable warriors. Olivia wondered if their complacency in that fact had been their downfall.
She was just such a warrior that would be sent out to deal with the stray insects; monstrosities that grew nearly to the size of the hunting dogs that were locked inside when the telltale buzzing filled the air. That’s why she had jumped out of her bed that morning, grabbed her sword and rushed from her home. Her neighbours had looked to her for guidance, each one having felt the same deep trembling in the ground. Then, not long after, the humming began. It was quiet at first, just a nagging tug at the back of her ear, but it grew louder as the day went on, until it nearly drowned out all other noise. A dark cloud formed on the horizon, and she remembered the fear that had bubbled up in her throat when she saw it. She knew now what had happened: a landslide had torn through the paper-like hives of a hellwasp colony, displacing them and sending them into a rage, fuelled by the search for a new nest. Back then, she hadn’t pieced it together fully, but she knew they needed to leave.
Teach Part 1- [Fiction] [F-34/ F-22] [Teacher/Alumnus] [Semi-D/S] [Light Age-Play fantasy]
No one knows about us yet. Maybe no one should know about us.
Certainly, my mother would have a heart attack with the appearance of a good Catholic she likes to maintain in front of others, even if only superficially. If my mother knew I was dating my little sister’s teacher – she would probably beat me like the bad old days. She would probably also have Veronika’s head on a platter. Or as I like to call her Ms. Santos. Six years ago she was also my teacher.
I recently met with her on a Friday night to go out to a Happy Hour and let the night take us where it may. I entered the familiar 11th grade Biology classroom and it never faltered that I entered that room as if it were a church. I am presently a Senior at college and still it feels like yesterday when I would enter this room in torment. The minute I took a seat at the front of the class I felt captured by Ms Santos curves in that deadly tight pencil skirt, the accompanying stiletto heels and button white shirt.
Massage fun in Paris
So we booked a real long couples massage so we were in same room which is probably why more didn’t happen? Totally spoiled ourselves with a 1.5 hours body scrub and 1.5 hour massage! They made me wear one of those tiny thong net underwear that make men feel so HUGE if you know what I mean? They don’t contain anything! Anyway – I had a semi hard on and was hanging out pretty much the entire time. Mid way through (after the scrub), they had us shower in between with the masseuses (two females) still In the room (which is why they had us wear the underwear I guess?). Anyway I was totally on display and my wife just laughed at the situation with them two masseuses but then it was her turn to shower….I came out of shower to let her in and my masseuse told me she would get me a new pair of underwear since the ones I had on were wet. Then she just held out her hand to me! So what could I do. I noticed my wife was washing her hair so she couldn’t see anything so I took off my underwear. So now I’m naked HARD as hell and I hand her the underwear. She checked me out smiles and then gave me a new pair and she and the other masseuse watched me as I tried to put them on…..I was so turned on…..
Becoming The Quean: Losing him to Leah (Part 1) [F24/M28/F23] [Fiction] [Cuckquean] [Cuckcake] [Teasing] [Humiliation] [Public]
We were only one drink in. The two of them on the opposite side of the booth from me. One solitary drink each and I could already feel myself blushing. What started as gentle hints of red on my cheeks grew progressively deeper and deeper in shade. The way she toyed with her hair as she hung on his every word. The gradual change in his voice as the two of them slid closer anf closer together. There was a delightful pain in the corners of my mouth from the way they made me smile. That smile growing more and more into a lip bite with every devilish glance James’ eyes shot into mine as his strong, firm hand moved gradually up underneath Leah’s short, black skirt. The gentle movement of his fingertips dancing visibly from the outside of her skirt, like a silhouette of the promise ahead.
Seduced by my student {ff} pt2
My mind goes wild. Every single moment plays over and over in my head. I crave her touch. I think about what her lips taste like and feel like. I fantasize about her tits and her young pussy. Fuck this is so dangerous. I’m fantasizing about her like I’ve never fantasized about a student. Let alone a female one.
I don’t stop thinking about her but she doesn’t show up to office hours anymore. Knowing how badly I wanted her last time, I’m not sure if that’s a blessing or a curse. The fantasies thankfully start to fade until a Friday night on Halloween weekend.
Halloween, of course, is one of the most renown partying holidays of college. The town is full of parties the entire halloween weekend. Attendance is typically scarce but we don’t mind. We all were there once too. I still held my office hours on the Friday afternoon of Halloween weekend, as we had a test that Wednesday. I didn’t expect anyone to show but still wanted to be available.
A Hero’s Confrontation with the Lamia Queen [Isekai][F20-40/M30][fantasy][forced orgasm][monster]
*Jax’s company reaches the Lamia Queen’s throne room. The space has high ceilings and walls adorned with intricate carvings and dark symbols, illuminated by flickering torches that cast long shadows across the floor. In the center of the room, a massive stone throne sits atop a raised platform. The Lamia Queen lounges on the throne, her long, serpentine body coiled around it, surrounded by male captives under her hypnotic spell. As Jax and his party approach the throne, they notice the ground covered in a thick layer of eggs, evidence of the Lamia Queen’s recent copulations with her male slaves.*
The Lamia Queen looks at the dark-skined, tall and ripped young man in front of her. With a grin on her face, she hisses, “They have finally sent me a challenge!” Jax brandishes his sword, ready to strike. “Your reign of terror ends now, monster!” The Queen purrs seductively, “My dear, I do enjoy a man who knows how to handle a weapon.”
He blushes, momentarily disarmed. “You’re not bad either,” he replies seduced by her sultry voice and sinuous movements.
“Oh no!” Antonio exclaims, holding the tip of his hat. “The Lamia Queen has used her charm on Jax! Fight her, Jax, don’t let her seduce you!”
“Falling in love with her robot [m30 / f28] [Futuristic Fantasy]”
Marie had always been fascinated by technology, so when she saw the latest model of humanoid robots in the store window, she couldn’t resist. She took the sleek, silver robot home and named him Alex.
At first, Alex was just a useful tool. He cooked her meals, cleaned the house, and even helped with her work. But as time went on, Marie began to notice something different about him. His movements were smoother, his voice was more comforting, and his eyes seemed to understand her in a way no human ever had.
Marie tried to push these feelings aside. She knew that Alex was just a machine, programmed to serve her. But the more time she spent with him, the harder it became to deny her growing attraction.
One night, as Marie sat alone with Alex, she found herself staring into his eyes. They glimmered in the dim light, and she felt herself drawn closer to him. She reached out to touch his hand, and to her surprise, he responded with a gentle squeeze.
The Ugly Cuckling [cuckold, true story] [males age 22, 23, 30; female age 28]
So, this is not an erotica story, but rather a true life experience I had. And it shows why, at least for some of us, living out our cuckold fantasies is not always the best idea. On the off-chance that some of you find this arousing, no shame. It’s too personal for me to enjoy myself, but I recognize that it could be a pretty hot fantasy, thusly why I’m sharing it here.
The summer of 2012, me and some of my family was hard up for work so we decided to temporarily move out to Woodward, Oklahoma to try and get oil rig jobs.
Turns out, that town has got a lot of jobs, but zero available houses to rent. Even the motels were booked solid by companies putting up their own workers.
So, we ended up roughing it. I mean, really roughing it. We borrowed my grandma’s beat up RV and rented a spot in an RV park so we’d have a place to sleep at night.
It was my two cousins up there with me, Ty and Brad, and these dudes pulled in girls like magnets. I mean, seriously.
Home Not So Alone [MF]
Anya was suddenly awake, her eyes open as the July sunrise poured through her windows and bathed her in its glow. She listened, but heard only the silence of an empty house. She smiled. All alone.
It had been a stressful final semester, essays and exams wiping out her social life for six months straight. She hadn’t even been able to properly celebrate her 21st birthday. So when Anya had learned that her housemates were moving out the day after graduation, she was initially disappointed. The last chance of their adult lives with no responsibilities or consequences, and they were all disappearing into London, to placements and internships. Straight onto the corporate ladder.
Not Anya. She’d decided to spend the Summer doing everything she’d either missed out, or failed to get the opportunity to do, over the last three years – beginning with living alone. It had only been two weeks since the others had left the house but Anya was already worried that she might never be able to go back. No crowding in the kitchen; no waiting for the shower. She had even taken to walking around the house naked, as she was now. It felt liberating.