Fantasy about a stranger (MF)

Maybe it will be therapeutic to get this fantasy off my chest. Here we go. I hope you like it.

The day has come. I’m getting nervous but have to scratch this itch. Ever since I’ve discovered Reddit I couldn’t stop thinking about being with one of the many impressive cocks on here, a stranger. Today was the day I was finally going to bring fantasy to reality. It was to be with a guy that I only chatted with on Reddit. No names were exchanged but plenty of pictures! His cock wasn’t massive (I need to work up to that) but it was really thick. We decided on a hotel that was in a city halfway for us both.

I arrived at the hotel and started to get prepared like we agreed on. Shower, taking extra care to shave everything completely bare. He would be here in 30 minutes by the time I was done, almost go time. I got everything put away, stripped naked, one more look in the mirror “you can do this” I tell myself. My pussy was already getting wet. This was going to be the first new cock I’d had in over a decade and it looked like the thickest I’ve ever had. Almost time!

Invisible [Fantasy, ignored, college, freeuse, M20]

(My first full text I’m posting, so criticism is appreciated)

TW: mild objectification

Part 1

It’s been eight days now. It feels atrocious, weird. At first I wondered if I had died or something, but I don’t think that’s the case. Don’t really remember what happened, but now I’m here, wherever that might be.
It must be some kind of curse, I don’t know. Probably just a very, very realistic dream. That also lasts for over a week, and in which I have ten fingers, and can read perfectly.

You’re probably wondering what the hell I’m talking about, I’m not going to waste more time.
I’m in some kind of spooky alternate reality, where I can interact with stuff, but people have no idea that I’m here. (Don’t worry this makes just as little sense to me as it does to you.)

Never Trust the Fae (Female pov, fantasy, nc, plant sex, oviposition)

Trigger Warning!

While entirely fantasy my NC stories often contain non-consensual scenes that can feel raw, or have realistic elements to them. I don’t want to upset anyone, so please use your discretion when choosing whether or not to read.

Thanks and enjoy! 😊

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It was a gentle warm spring day, during that time of year where the weather has warmed, but before everything turns brown and dry. While the weather outside was beautiful and delightful and somehow perfect, I was having a downright miserable time.

It was Saturday, and I was determined to do anything I could to get this last week off my mind. I had been bullied frequently since I was younger. Every new year of school I had hoped change would come, but it never did. Elementary school was the same as middle school which was the same as high school. I switched schools, and it didn’t matter. There was just a brand new set of horrible people to meet. This year my bane was a girl named Matilda. She had been spreading rumors about me for months. They were mostly harmless, and easily ignored, but this latest one was that I was having sex with the gym teacher so I could pass his class. It was all over the school now.

Matter of Conscience Pt.1 (Angels and Demons) [Fantasy] [Les]

Have you ever wondered how the little devil and angel on your shoulders settle a debate? It’s not always as simple as whispering a few thoughts to a human then letting them the call on their own, sometimes things get pretty heated. I should know; I’m Evangeline, a certified angel of conscience! I’ve worked with my fair share of devils but I’ve proven myself time and time again, and the angels must have seen my hard work! Because today I’m starting a pretty serious assignment…

“Here he is.” Dina, the conscience department manager, pulls up a human profile on the large wall-mounted monitor. “This is your new assignment, Evangeline.”

“Felix Muller…” Evangeline slowly reads his details out loud. “Seems pretty standard to me?”

“If only.” Dina sighs. And taps her keyboard, switching to the next slide. “Here’s his conscience history.”

The slide shows a simple timeline of the angels and devils of his conscience over his lifetime. One devil had been assigned for his entire twenty-eight year life, but his angels didn’t seem to last more than two years, max.

[F] teacher in high school had a weird fetish

thinking of something that happened years ago and I haven’t really thought of since …. so here goes
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This took place during the fall after I turned 18.

i was at a conservative high school and we had a new male teacher, around 30-35 (had a wife and 2 year old) to replace our previous (and much older) economics teacher. There were some odd strict rules at the school and you could get marked up for having a single button undone across your uniform blouse but few of the staff ever actually pointed those things out.

Our class was quite small so Mr. Mac,not using his real name bc it tends to stand out lol, got close to all his students pretty early on, and was one of the most laidback teachers at school. I was a big nerd and scored well on tests, and he often singled me out infront of the class. He told stories about wife from their schooldays, how she excelled in her classes and compared me to her in reference a few times. It didn’t stick out because he was always the “cool teacher” and nothing ever struck me as un-innocent.

Let me service you (m/f, fantasy)

I had recently started cleaning a new clients house every Monday morning, this particular client intrigued me. His name is Rob and seems to work in the tech industry. I have only met him a handful of times to exchange keys etc but something about him caught my attention. He is much taller than me, with broad shoulders and a kind smile… yet there is something in his eyes that tells me he might not be all that kind in the bedroom.

Today he was not working in his home office, so I assume he has gone to the office to work, I feel a little saddened by this but it gives me plenty of time to indulge my curious nature. As I make my way around the house dusting the furniture, I notice some photos of him on vacation at some resort in Mexico. In one particular photo he is only wearing a swim suit which is a little snug. I blush as the thought of what was under them crosses my mind. I carry on around the house looking at photos and ornaments. But I can’t help thinking back to my naughty thought of what was under his swimming shorts. My mind begins to wander a little further… a little dirtier too.

Captured and Bred [M/F]

This is a work of pure fantasy, and all characters are over the age of 18.

There is something so bewitching with the way she knelt on the rug by the entrance of the house, naked…Submissive, almost helpless in an endearing way. Which only added to the chill of the room that’s swept across her bare skin, sending shivers and goosebumps upon her naked skin. She dared not to put anything on that hides her, after all he didn’t like finding her clothed. She was instructed by him to wait for his return, however long it took.

How long had it been since he brought her here, trapped inside of this place? It’s almost pointless to try and recall, because everything had slowly become a haze. The initial anxiety and fear was still, like a drug running through her veins, from the time when he grabbed her by the street into that dark alleyway and clapped that chemical-smelling rag over her face. And that’s all she knew before she woke up, binded…While the feelings are still there, it seems so distant now, like a past from a dream. A sense of thrill and desire invaded the hatred she held for her captor, a man whom she had never met before, and yet now knows her every little secret and need. He trained it into her after all…

Captured and Bred

This is a work of pure fantasy, and all characters are over the age of 18.

There is something so bewitching with the way she knelt on the rug by the entrance of the house, naked…Submissive, almost helpless in an endearing way. Which only added to the chill of the room that’s swept across her bare skin, sending shivers and goosebumps upon her naked skin. She dared not to put anything on that hides her, after all he didn’t like finding her clothed. She was instructed by him to wait for his return, however long it took.

How long had it been since he brought her here, trapped inside of this place? It’s almost pointless to try and recall, because everything had slowly become a haze. The initial anxiety and fear was still, like a drug running through her veins, from the time when he grabbed her by the street into that dark alleyway and clapped that chemical-smelling rag over her face. And that’s all she knew before she woke up, binded…While the feelings are still there, it seems so distant now, like a past from a dream. A sense of thrill and desire invaded the hatred she held for her captor, a man whom she had never met before, and yet now knows her every little secret and need. He trained it into her after all…

New Life As A Lewd Futanari Succubus (CH 254-256) [Futanari][Futa/Female][Futa/Futa]

**Synopsis:** An old man dies, torn by regret. Due to his high karma, he has “near-limitless possibilities for reincarnation”. He chooses to reincarnate in a fantasy world as a voluptuous futanari succubus with big tits and an irresistible smile.

Erotic fiction that contains: Futanari/Dickgirls, Genderbending, Futa on Female, BDSM, Nymphos, Masochistic characters, Threesomes, Orgies, Facefuck, Deepthroat, Dom/Sub, Taken by Monsters, Corruption, Game elements, etc.

## 254: The Cock Gifter (18+)

“P-please! I beg you!” the masked shirtless man prostrated himself before Beatrice. “Give me my cock! I’ll do anything!”

“There are certain rules that—”

“Anything!”

“Very well,” Beatrice sighed feigning that this was some great favor that took a lot of effort. Not that she wasn’t keen to help the poor eunuch out, especially when it was easier for her than making a cup of coffee and meant so much to the man, not to mention, also kind of fun. *I couldn’t dare hope I’d find a way to justify that Enhancement so quickly.*

“First of all, you cannot tell anyone of the powers I possess!” Beatrice instructed the desperate man.

“I swear I will not tell a soul!”

[MF] The only thing she wanted is to not want it.

Warning: This story is entirely about casual yet wholesome rape.

This small collection of stories is a love letter to my favorite sex toy. I met her when she was 22 and all she knew of sex was slow missionary and the ineffectual humping of a puppy-dog college boyfriend. She was shy, sweet and oh so bashful about anything naughty until I tied her hands to my headboard and forcibly ate her out at the end of our first date. She tried to say no, but the sound that actually left her mouth was a groan. She came in fourteen licks, while I was still warming up my tongue, and when she caught her breath afterwards all she could do was look at me and blush at how hard she had gotten off. That’s how we met, and that pretty much set the tone for how sex would be for the rest of the relationship.