Tag: Fantasy

With my Wife’s Sister, Just Before the Wedding [FM]

It was a day before my wedding. My girlfriend, Anne, and I had been together forever and we’d finally decided to make it formal. We’d rented a beautiful little B&B out in the countryside and the wedding party went out a few days in advance to get everything ready. We kept the wedding party very small. My brother was my best man and Anne’s sister her maid of honor. That was everyone.

Anne and I had a huge honeymoon suite with an enormous bed and great view. After a morning getting things set up I walked in to our suite and found Anne, facing away from me, trying on an incredibly sexy white corset, with matching stockings. I recognized it as the wedding lingerie she’d bought. I snuck up behind her, cupped her breasts and pulled her close to nibble on her ear.

“Excuse me?” I looked up to see Anne glaring at me from the bathroom. I spun the woman in my arms around. It was Anne’s sister, Diana. Normally the two women hardly resembled each other at all. But the previous night Diana had dyed her hair to match Anne’s exactly. I found out later that Anne was pretty angry about it. Read more »

I was his maid for the evening [MF]

There is one utterly perfect time to talk about sex, and that is after you have it. The walls come down (or, when the sex is especially good, the walls are demolished via wrecking ball). Your bodies are tingly, your minds are sleepy and uninhibited. This is the perfect setting to discuss what it is you really want–what it is you might be too stiff or too scared to say otherwise.

I was in such a state of languid happiness when I told my boyfriend what it was I wanted. I’d been thinking about it for a while. Walking into his apartment, seeing the piles of papers scattered in random places, the bare walls, the residue on his stovetop, the clouded bathroom mirror. It was low-grade bachelor pad mess, but mess nonetheless.

I told him I wanted to clean up his apartment.

Now, you may ask, why is she talking about cleaning in bed? For those of us who genuinely enjoy doing the dishes (yes, we exist), cleaning actually brings us satisfaction.

But there is more to this fantasy, I promise. Read more »

[F+M4F] The Rule of Three

Hi there! Hopefully this post finds you well, and with any luck, will pique your interest.

This may be a bit out of the ordinary, but a writing partner and I are in search of a third wheel, for lack of a better term. We are Leo (leoooaz) & G (ScrittoreNotturno), and have been roleplaying together for six months now. We have very much enjoyed our current story which incorporates the trials and treasures that come along with being in a threesome. But then a new idea struck: What might we create with a third writer as the third character in a Throuple?

That’s where you come in.

While we don’t have a specific plot in mind outside of a story involving a throuple, we would love to collaborate with you in coming up with new ideas. Different humans bring different perspectives, and that makes world-creation all the more fun. Settings could be Modern, Historical, or even Fantasy, as romance/humor/adventure can be incorporated in any of them. We are eager to hear your thoughts.

As for writing preferences, we both write in 3rd person, past tense. We roleplay exclusively on Discord, and our responses range from multiple sentences to multiple paragraphs, depending on what is happening in the story at that moment. Read more »

Alanah, Queen of Hearts Chapter 2

DISCLAIMER: This series will contain heavy themes of cuckoldry and cheating.

Tim was not a stranger to having women push him up against the walls of their apartments or homes, hungrily clawing at his clothes and nibbling on his bottom lip to urge him to get as horny as they were. It always worked, sometimes it would be he who would pull and tear at a skimpy dress, or remove a bra from under their tight tops. He usually hid his eagerness to please his pull, letting his actions speak for him. That night was no different for Tim; except for the fact that the woman whom he managed to seduce back to her place was a woman he recognised.

The once Mrs. Mendoza, now returning to her maiden’s name Miss. Reid, had been his college professor. A tall, Asian beauty, with pouty fat lips and a body to kill for. Her bright blue eyes gleamed in the dim light of her new single roomed flat, and could not contain the lust she had for her once star pupil. With the heel of her black stiletto pushing against her front door she slammed it shut, giggling as Tim kissed her, and held her thin waist through the deep blue silk of her tight bodycon dress. Read more »

[MF] Holiday Hookup with a Married Woman

Holiday Hookup with a Married Woman.

This is not a true story just a fun fantasy I played out with a sexy older woman on reddit. They know who they are 😉. I thought I should write it out and expand on it.

I was holidaying in New Jersey, USA. I was travelling alone, I felt I needed a break from all the drama back in the UK. I had a nice hotel, plenty of spending money and I intended to have fun, relax and clear my head.

About 13:00 I was just in the town browsing some stores and while look at clothes I stepped out in the isle without paying attention. I walked straight into someone and knocked them to the ground. I am 6’3 and this person bounced off me and on to the floor.

“I’m so sorry” I said immediately, apologies come automatic from the British. I looked down and saw a woman in a blue dress sprawled on the floor, her shopping falling out of its bag. I got on my knees and immediately helped her up and put her shopping the bag. Read more »

Undressing in front of my (F) Dreamguy (M)

The most amazing, compassionate, wonderful man on the planet is my mysterious Dreamguy. I don’t know his name, what he does, where he lives, or what he looks like, but I already love him completely. He’s my personal God of Sex.
In my fantasy, he invites me to dinner, and I’m so excited so I decide to wear a sequined, embroidered bustier top, princess cut, fit-flare midi dress with a horsehair trim that hits right below my knee. While I’d normally wear my usual high rise underwear and C cup bra with opaque tights and modest heels, I decide to wear sheer black tights, high heels, and a black lace lingerie set underneath. I look perfectly presentable and when he picks me up, all he sees is a sequined dress in a mostly modest manner. Except when we get to the restaurant, I put both of my legs between his, and he slides one hand along my tights, reaching mid thigh underneath my dress, feeling that I’m wearing thigh highs with a lace trim. He licks his lips and instead of looking at me, or going further, he moves his hand, denying me what I crave most: him. He continues eating his dinner, making small talk, and denying me what I really, really want, need, crave: him. This goes on for another hour and a half, and all I can think of is how I want him to see me in my lingerie.
We finish dinner, he drops me off at my hotel, and kisses me on the cheek. I then bite my lip, and he French kisses me. I gaze at him and tell him, “I need help finding my hotel room,” and after some hesitation, acquiesces. We walk inside the hotel and he leads me inside the elevator. I keep hoping he’ll rip off my couture dress, but he has so much restraint and self control that I feel guilty for wanting him so badly. We arrive at the top floor, floor 25, and he helps me find my room. I look at him again and he kisses me. After some time, he decides to push me against the closed hotel door, so I’m leaning back, pressed against the door, gazing up at him and admiring how brilliant and amazing he is. He reaches inside my monogrammed, ostrich leather clutch and finds the room key. I want to be good and not bad, but all I want is to be bad for him. I can barely contain my excitement that he’s going in the room with me, all I can think of is my risqué black lace underneath my sequined dress. He wants to stop at just kissing, but I crave him so much, I need him so much.
I tell him I need help dressing for bed and unzipping my dress. I purposely chose an invisible zipper when sewing, so he had no choice but to use both hands. He unzips me slowly, and by the time he’s done, my eyes are closed and I have to bite my lip to refrain from moaning. I love feeling his hands on me; I love him forever. He then lets go of my unzipped dress and picks up my silk nightgown on my bed stand.
He walks over, with my dress unzipped and instructs me to take it off myself. He sees part of my lingerie set, but not all of it. I tell him I had too much wine and need his help. He walks over and slides my dress on the ground. When he looks up, he sees my tight, perfect, pageant body covered in black lace lingerie, extremely risqué sheer black tights, and Louboutin black heels. He can’t stop looking at me, but he wants to get me dressed for bed and then take another cab go back to his house. He shares my values and he won’t take my virginity until we get married in St Moritz. I tell him I need his help. He obliges, starting with my lace bra and working his hands all the way down to my sheer black tights. I love his hands unhooking me, touching my perky, perfect breasts, sliding down to my perfect, hard behind, and all the way down my toned, silky smooth legs. His hands on me feels so amazing, his eyes on me make me feel whole and safe. I love being undressed before him wearing nothing but my love for him. I wish he’d do more to me, touch me more, but he walks away and picks up my silk dress, slides it over my head, and all the way over my body to my knees. He puts his hands on me to make sure it’s fitted properly and then leads me into bed. Part of me wants him to take my virginity immediately, it’s so so so hard to be around him and remain chaste in thoughts. Ever the gentlemanly hero, he puts me into bed, kisses me on my forehead, turns off the light, and leaves the room. As soon as he’s gone, I take out my ribbon collar and get on top of my pillow to imagine him taking my virginity. I love the sensation of the pillow between my legs, the way my breasts look with my nipples showing outside my silk nightgown, the way he’s my only fantasy, and I can’t stop using my pillow. I spend hours and hours and hours fantasising about him and everything about him. I love him. I manage to get some sleep after orgasming multiple times in a row.
The next morning, he texts me that he loves me, and surprises me with roses sent to my hotel room. I find myself falling more and more in love with him every single day.

A Warrior’s Last Bed [Fantasy] [MF] [dubcon] part 2

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Part 1: [https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/s41owo/a_warriors_last_bed_fantasy_mf/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/s41owo/a_warriors_last_bed_fantasy_mf/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)

Franc rubbed the hilt of his sword, an excited tic he realized, or a nervous one. In this case both, for he had a lovely night with a woman waiting for him before him in Madam Brandi’s establishment. However, he also had a quest of impending doom.

This could be his last lay. Ever.

He had to make it a good one.

He was after a certain sword belonging to a great warrior of old. He forgot the name, but the sword was what mattered.

He strode inside, reading to find his last woman to warm his last bed.

Madam Brandi fit all the legends and then some with her generous curves and sultry lips. Her striking eyes judged him and saw right through Franc as he stood there with his chin high. He scanned the area for a good lass, and spotted a raven haired slip of a girl.

Brandi cleared her throat. “Hello warrior,” she said, unimpressed.

Franc scoffed. “Nice place. Decided to try it out before I die a horrible death.”

Brandi did not even smile. “Choose a girl, Franc and then in the morning may you find that horrible death.” Read more »

[FFM] Visit Home For The Holidays Leads To One Of Our Hottest Encounters Yet

I apologize to everyone who has been awaiting my next story, but life happens, and things take priority. I can not say when I will have the time to write up my most recent Mrs. P encounter, but it was a good one, I just need to sit down and write all of it out. To hold you over, here’s my recount of a recent experience that I think all of you may like.

So a few weeks before Christmas, Alex and I decided to take a trip back to Cali and see friends and family before the holidays. We ended up staying at a friend’s AirBnB for the entire two weeks, which meant that we had plenty of time to indulge in our favorite pastime. The third night there, Alex handed me his phone and asked me what I thought about this cute little minx he had been talking to on Tinder. Read more »

New Life As A Lewd Futanari Succubus (CH 146-148) [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.

## 146: Cum For Two Fertile Bitches in Heat (18++)

Galla parted Rafealia’s lips with her fingers and pushed the fox girl down on Alice’s cock with such a force that Rafaelia barely got time to prepare herself. In a single motion, the bunny girl’s cock was back in the fox girl’s mouth. Galla pushed Rafaelia down all the way until the fox girl’s button nose sunk into Alice’s skin and her chin pressed against Alice’s wet pussy.

Galla then put her hand below Rafaelia’s jaw and started moving the fox girl’s head back and forth on Alice’s cock, not letting it out of Rafaelia’s throat for even a moment. Galla moved her hand lower to Rafaelia’s neck to feel the bulge increase and decrease with each slow, deliberate movement. Read more »

The Lesser Man Part 2 (MF)

A continuation at someone’s request, feedback and input is always appreciated. This is a direct continuation so please read part 1.

[first](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/rw6fp7/the_lesser_man_mf/)

I sat and fumed to the sound of them for a while then busied myself with some chores as I went through the entire situation a few times. While I know I could have thrown him out, I figured Sara deserved some consideration. I had agreed and I hadn’t set out explicit rules of when they could meet or that it needed to be a swap. Did this mean I had a free rein too?

Also, what was with the dirty talk? Was it just because of porn or was she so turned on? Some of the worst was her implying I wasn’t a real man or my dick wasn’t as good. Which I guess in this case it wasn’t. I kept wandering around the apartment, purposefully avoiding the area near the bedroom. Eventually I heard the door open and close and I made my way towards my wife.

She was still lying in the bedroom, covered by a thin sheet. She had a contented look on her face and her breathing was slow and even. “Hey baby,” I said softly. Read more »