Tag: Fantasy

making you mine

I always did enjoy having you around kitten. You were fun to talk to, sweet, funny…

And so, so fucking oblivious. You never really figured out that your boyfriends roomate wanted you. Did you? That he stroked his cock while you were in the other room riding him. That he stroked it to the sounds of your frustrations…
Even using other women to get off didn’t do enough. Inevitably I’d get bored with a new toy and go back to fantasy. Until one day I decided I needed you.

You were asleep much later than normal, while you’re boyfriend was out at work. I had been kept up all night with the sounds of you desperately trying, and failing, to cum. I decided to do something about it.

You start to stir, groggily wondering what that feeling is. And why it feels so fucking good. Whose beard is brushing over your sensitive skin, whose tongue is writhing deep inside your kitty.
Surely he had come back home for some reason? He had seen you sleeping and taken advantage. Either way. You were moaning like a wet little whore, weren’t you pet? Read more »

a good subs little fantasy

I want cock. I want a fat one so thick and long it feels like it’s ripping me open. You putting in a oversized ass plug to tighten me further…. I was quietly moaning my thoughts

You’d caught me playing with myself for how long I didn’t know. Chuckling deeply asking me if I wanted help. I squeak in embarrassment. I’d finished all my chores and wasn’t expecting you home for a while. We did live on different schedules.

Your a professional Dom after all. I was just some chubby quiet roommate through a friend of a friend. I get up quickly trying to back away from you trying to hide the vibrator I try to chuck under a mess of blankets. In my fumbling anxiety you come closer. You look every bit of alluring and threatening. I just stand there a flustered blushing mess as you come closer till I’m pinned between you and a wall covered in posters of various interests.

I’m fighting every instinct to run. Fighting my instinct to submit. I crane my neck to the side choosing submission instead. You ask a question that I can’t hear over my pounding heart. You gently tilt my head up. Asking again for my consent. I stammer out a yes. Read more »

Hooking Up During a Zoom Meeting [MF]

Mandy and I have certainly had a lot of memorable adventures together, but strangely we have rarely pursued the “nooner.” I am not sure if over our years together we have taken a break during our workdays for a quickie more than I can count on one hand. This came up in conversation a few times during the COVID shutdown as one of those “why have we not taken advantage of this more” topics. I think part of it is Mandy not knowing what online meetings are one-on-one and which meetings I do not necessarily need to be on video for or actively participating. I tried to elaborate more when we would talk about our day in case she decided to become adventurous. Read more »

Handjob from Hattie: Wanked off in public by a near-stranger…

I’ve always had a bit of an exhibitionistic streak but sometimes the thrill comes from trying not to be caught. This is about the time I was wanked off by a girl on a long distance bus I’d only met a few hours previously.

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One summer, I was due to take the train to a city a couple of hours away in order to catch a flight the next day. There was an accident on the line. After a long afternoon waiting, it was finally announced in the late afternoon there would be no more trains, leaving many passengers to scrabble to make alternative travel arrangements. This is how I came to ride on the Mega Bus, a cheap inter-city service, for the first and only time in my life. I knew it would get me there but I also knew it would be a much longer journey than if by train. For those who don’t know, it’s an inter-city bus route with frequent stops. Not ideal, but it would do.

Fortunately I met Hattie while we were waiting for the same bus after being unable to take our trains. A bit of complaining led to small talk and, out of sheer boredom, I decided to keep the conversation going longer than I usually would. Read more »

[Incest] I Want To Fuck My Daddy

**All characters are strictly over the age of eighteen**

Hi, the name’s Charlotte. My friends and family called me Lottie.

As far as regular nineteen-year-olds go, I was pretty regular, except for one tiny little thing.

I was into incest porn.

No, I didn’t intend to fuck anyone in my family, that’s wrong. I liked the taboo nature of incest, okay? Something about doing it with someone in your family, how it’s so wrong, flipped switches inside me. My hobby was to have a really good time with Mr Bunny, my trusty vibrator and some hot incest vids I found off the internet.

I lived with Mom and Dad, so most of the time, I had to do it on the down-low. No moaning, Mr Bunny turned down to the lowest setting under the sheets so no one would hear and it’s either mute or headphones in when I’m watching Daddy fucking his daughter.

Yeah, that was my jam. I didn’t mind a bit of brother-sister porn, but the thought of being bred by my own daddy always got me off. Read more »

first time writing . let me know how u like it M20.

Five days and sixteen hours. That was precisely how long it had been since she had last seen  those eyes of her Asian innocent master. She had known him for only some weeks, but every second was imprinted on her brain as though she had been branded. She felt hot needles of desire sear through her now as she looked across the train carriage where he was gazing out the window, unaware of her presence. The memories of that night came tumbling back into her mind in technicolor.

That amazing night when her master had bathed her and dried her, then bound her gently, wrists behind her back. She could see her naked reflection in the mirror. Large breasts, trim waist and ample hips, her chestnut curls partially covering her face.

” As he trailed his fingers over her nipples, fear and anticipation coursed through her. ”

‘ You look beautiful like that ‘, he said softly.
‘ I’m going to leave you now ‘. Longing and desire flooded through her. She wanted him so badly, but knew that this time she could not have him. Instead, she would live out her deepest fantasy. Read more »

Clementina, Part XXIX [GORE, extreme, sf/horror/fantasy, monsters, non-consensual, transgender, anal, lactation, TFFF, incest (m/s)]

WARNING: THIS IS, AT TIMES, A HORROR STORY. THIS PART INCLUDES BODY HORROR, WEIRD SLIMY EXTREME SEX, ANAL, INCEST, LACTATION, GORE, AND MORE. MUCH OF THIS STUFF IS BIOLOGICALLY IMPOSSIBLE.

EXTRA WARNING: THIS EPISODE HAS EXTREME GORE IN THE FORM OF SLOW IMPALEMENT.

As with the previous installments, if this sort of thing is not your cup of tea, please do not read any further. I want readers to have fun – not be disturbed and sad. Please heed all warnings!

If you’re the kind of person who ignores warnings and regrets it later, have this: r/eyebleach

There are transgender people in this story, there are monsters in this story, and there are transgender monsters in this story. I AM NOT IMPLYING TRANSGENDER PEOPLE ARE MONSTERS. I am just having fun with genders, ‘cause, after all, ain’t that the point?

This story assumes you have read all previous parts. If you haven’t you will probably find some of this bewildering.

This part continues chapter 6. This part begins immediately after Part XXVIII ends.
The Clementina story line is approaching its logical climax. There will probably only be a few more episodes before we wrap this thing up. Read more »

Sister’s Helping Hand – Chapter 01 – Sis Helps My Anxiety

I didn’t know why I felt this way.

But when I tried to hit on a girl, I freak out. My stomach tensed up into knots and my throat went dry and raspy. Every time, without fail, when I saw a girl I found attractive, it happens.

I’m 18, and I wouldn’t say I was particularly ugly. I wasn’t not a model or anything, but I get plenty of looks from girls around campus. I played a lot of sports and hoped to jump into uni on a football scholarship.

But that damn vee card… I knew it wasn’t a big deal. Most guys were still virgins at my age. Well, if you considered 12% of guys. I read that somewhere.

The problem was, all my mates were testosterone filled males. Every one of them were in their prime, shagging girls left, right and center. I loved playing footie, but sometimes the teasing from the lads could be infuriating.

I was about to leave college after the last class of the day finished.

I rounded the corner and bumped into a lock of long, blonde hair. Read more »