for you fantasy and multi-orgasmic

I have been talking to a boy on my Snapchat social networks, this boy has made me fantasy and multi-orgasmic, leading to conversations where I have to masturbate at night to imagine his skin close to me.

I like this boy because he has spoken to me clearly, he tells me that he only wants sex. He has made me proposals that make me so wet, he tells me things like he wants to know how hot I am inside, that he will put his fingers to feel me, that he will make me taste my taste, so many things that I will ask him more much more, I wish that this boy make me his I want to cling to the sheets be a sinner before him, he makes me need him

First attempt at slow burn vampire smut

Hey all! First attempt at vampire smut. Go easy on me but advice appreciated! This is a slow burn that will involve lots of power fantasy, fetishes, and the likes. I plan to continue to flesh it out, but please let me know what you all think! As I said this is slow burn so no direct smut yet, but it will happen soon!

As for this specific sub reddit, please tell me if this isn’t allowed. There’s nothing to explicit yet so I’m not entirely sure if it’s smut, but it’s more of a slow burn with lots of power fantasy in it. Anyway, I hope you enjoy. And if this isn’t the right place please let me know haha

Here it is:

How the fuck did I get here .

In front of me is a champion of a goddess telling me to join her to vanquish evil forever and there is also the fucking goddess of monsters and blood magic. Oh, and also my best friend is naked ans in front of me passed out. The girl has been trying to convince that I’m the chosen one or whatever while the goddess screams in pain.

Evie and the Mark of Divella [f/M][Rape][Bond][Humil]

Relatively Original Fantasy Lore

Evie Reference:

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Ch. 1: Prey

It was immediately clear to Evie that she had walked into the trap the moment she walked onto the premises of the house. She had received a tip from some drunk at a nearby town inn that her target was hiding in a run-down hunter’s cabin deep in the Niflin Forests.

‘It would have been too easy.’ The dark knight assassin thought to herself as she scanned all around her with magic. She sensed two trap bows being set off. The arrows were fast but the assassin was faster as she struck one of the arrows out of the air while dodging the other.

“Is that all you got?” Evie shouted out, hoping to get a reply from her target or anyone else that might be in the vicinity.

Liu Yang, the dark elf’s target, watched her approach the house while he himself was watching in cover behind a tree a good distance away. Liu Yang was a thief by trade, but infamous for being expelled from the Philean Temple Academy of Magics for learning forbidden magicks. Liu soon learned that the occupation of thievery was made much easier with the use of magic. He also found that stealing ancient magical artifacts and scrolls made his magic that much stronger.

Had [M]y third R4R encounter with a new UNBELIEVABLY gorgeous, sexy, amazing [F]emale redditor… A very busy (shower, oral, 69, anal play, doggy & more) few hours! Here is the long version of that story! Part 2

Please read [part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/rkzcuq/had_my_third_r4r_encounter_with_a_new/) first!

The day finally came, and she drove to me, and boldly and bravely just knocked on the door! I was expecting an “I’m outside” message, or “I’ll be there in 10”, but nope! Just a knock, and looking through the little peep hole quickly my heart skipped a beat or two. There she was, every bit as lovely as each picture she shared. I opened the door, let her in, and her confident ass waltzed right in! And as comfortable as we both already were with each-other, any moment like this is still a bit awkward and has a moderate dose of anxiety lol.

We stood a few feet from each-other, said our hellos and for 15 seconds it was a touch awkward, but I held out a hand, and she took it, and followed the invitation into an embrace. We held the hug only for a moment, then released far enough for me to bring my lips to hers. So there we stood, finally with out bodies connected, standing making out like high-schoolers in a hotel room. A minute or two passed, we parted, and she stated for the first time a phrase she would repeat at least a dozen more times that day… “How are you real?”. There aren’t many nicer compliments out there, but honestly it threw me off slightly, but also really set the tone for the day…

I [F] Thought my Boss’s Wife was Flirting with me, then I Masturbated in her Office. 🤦‍♀️

Was told you all might enjoy this as well! 😁

This happened a few days ago and I still feel a jolt of guilt when I think about it, but also a little buzz of excitement, so I thought sharing here might help me get over the guilt and embrace the buzz? Lol. We’ll see how that goes! 😅

So this year, our company holiday party was hosted at the CEO’s house instead of out at a restaurant like we’d done in the past. I work for a small business of about 30 or so people and at this point have either met or am on speaking terms with everyone’s significant others, except Amanda, the CEO’s wife. She is also a successful business woman in our town – actually even moreso than her husband – and for all the time I’ve worked here, we’d never crossed paths. 

I was one of the first to arrive at the party and sortly after officially meeting Amanda, I realized she was one of those enviable people who always manages to nail a first impression. She radiated warmth, welcoming and self-confidence with every word, tone and gesture, and I found as we talked that I was just intoxicated by her. Her eye contact was so steadfast and genuine that I immediately felt her interest and engagement with my side of the conversation. Her laugh was infectious and I just overall felt emotionally boosted by her presence. 

I ordered room service and I got some good service [MF] & [FMF]

I had previously shared stories of when I was in college and had a sugar daddy. From time to time, he would ‘lend’ me out to friends of his; sometimes he would come along or other times it would be just me and his friend or friends. One friend who joined us frequently was a lady named Anne. She was the same age as my sugar daddy – mid-40s – and her job brought her often into town, and we would almost always play with her.

One summer, my sugar daddy called me and said he was sending me to Boston because Anne was finishing up some international fair and then taking a little break. She invited him and me over so she could relax and have some fun. But since he was busy with work, he sent me ahead and would join us later.

Anne worked in the hospitality industry. Though work is an understatement – she either owned a couple of hotels or was on the board of a company that owned hotels, I don’t remember exactly. I flew by plane and was chauffeured to a hotel she owned and went up to a five-star suite. That Anne had planned for an exciting time was evident – there was a small suitcase of toys; everything from vibrators, dildos, strap-ons, restraints and everything that promised a good time. A small bowl on the bedside table was filled with condoms.

Getting Our Freak On In Public Places

I sighed as Mark walked out of the door. Sure, he banged me good, but I had plenty of that. I needed something much more risky, adventurous and fun. The only thing I could think of that would excite me was getting my freak on in public places.

A smile appeared on my face as I thought about how kinky that was. I had always been sexually adventurous but had never done it in public. All of the guys I had been with were too scared to have sex with me outdoors, so I had to settle for the bedroom or a car. The closest I got to public intimacy was sex in a pool.

I wanted to do it in the open, preferably with people in close proximity. Knowing that I could be caught in the act was exciting to me. To be completely honest, I actually wanted to be caught. The only bummer is that I couldn’t find somebody who would entertain that thought with me. As soon as I found out that a guy wasn’t into outdoor intimacy, I dumped him. That’s why my longest relationship was two weeks.

Massages with a twist

I’d started working at the East Village Amerik spa three weeks prior and I really liked my new job. A few months before, I’d completed my professional training as a massage therapist, had started my own business giving massages in work places – which was going really well –, but I hadn’t turned down my friend Vanessa when she’d called me to sub at Amerikspa because I wanted to get as much experience as I could. Plus, they had a great insurance and health care package.

That morning, Samantha, the weekend manager, had told me I’d have three clientsthat day: two guys – Carl, a businessman from Philadelphia who always came in when he was in town and was already turning into one of my regulars, and Mr. Davenport, an airline pilot who had said he was suffering from sciatica and needed a serious treatment – and one lady.

I always felt a little uneasy when massaging female clients because I didn’t want them to think that I was touching them in an inappropriate way. In class, guys were always told to be extra careful because we’re unfortunately often thought of as sex fiends or perverts who only got into massage therapy as an excuse to get into people’s pants. Female therapists, on the other hand, were always warned to watch out for perverts or sex fiend clients who would try to get a little extra or would start groping them during the massage.

I guess you’d call it a self-serve massage? [MF]

Quite a few years ago now, I had a very good FWB relationship with this girl. We had a very adventurous, very healthy dynamic. Pretty great. But that’s not the point of this story. This is when she got me a massage for Christmas.

What made it interesting was that it was a massage from her friend. Now this wasn’t just a clear — I’m going to let you fuck my friend situation. Her friend was legit training to become an RMT. Her name was Heather. Super cute girl. Canadian, but of Asian descent. Probably no more than 5’0, and 100 pounds.

I was obviously attracted to her, though me and my FWB had never talked about her in any sort of fantasy (which would not have been uncommon). So when I learned she was going to be giving me a massage, I definitely hoped there was something afoot. But I honestly wasn’t sure.

When the day came, I texted my FWB to let her know that I was on my way and said thank you again. She replied: “Have fun” and then added that ever-so suggestive winky face. Now, I was definitely intrigued.

Darla buys some toys for me to use with her part 3a [Str8] [MF]

[This a repost of a story I put up several months ago. It was removed as Reddit thought is was spam.]

This is a true story. I changed the names of all and some details to further disguise the identities of those in this story. The dialogues are to the best of my memory. It has been more than 40 years since this happened so I hope you will cut me some slack.

To recap: Darla, the wife (46 years old) of my supervisor Will (early 50s) had started an affair just two weeks after we had met. We had gotten together just once when Will was away. We spoke on the phone every Thursday evening when Will worked late.

You can skip the build up and go to section marked with —— to get to the action.

The Thursday after our first full sexual encounter, Darla and I began planning our next get together. It was now late April and golfing season. Will had multiple golf trips already marked out on the calendar. The next up was scheduled for the second weekend of May – a four day excursion two states away. He was to leave very early Friday and return very late Monday. So Darla and I would not be able to safely get together for three weeks. But when that time came we would have an entire weekend to play. We would have to make do with phone sex until then.