Parents sent me to stay with Aunt Sally for my last year of school. Alone my snooping discovered she wasn’t the lonely single she made out to be. I’d let myself in and the fruits of my research had had me messily relieve the lust generated by what I had seen.
Tag: Fantasy
Rockette’s Rocky Adventures – Ch. 1 & 2 [Fantasy][NC][f/MMM][bd][humil]
Ch. 1: The Introduction
“Shit shit shit fuck! Fuck!” A man dressed in black mutters to himself as he runs down an alley, panting, out of breath. “Fuck! No! Nonono!” He exclaims having ran down the alley only to meet a dead-end. He turns around to face his pursuer.
“Looks like you trapped yourself, idiot!” A young woman taunts as she comes around the corner of the alley in mid-air, gently descending to the ground. She was dressed in a tight, white, bright mini-dress with a symbol resembling a rocket emblazoned on the chest of the dress, matching knee-high heeled boots, flesh-colored/off-white pantyhose, white opera gloves, and a white domino mask to complete her look as the heroine, Rockette. The heroine was quite the sight to look at, her athletic-thin build with shapely long legs made her stand-out like a goddess. She was a sigh of relief to see as a law-abiding citizen, but she struck a chord of fear in some criminals.
“Rockette! You bitch! Why are you picking on a small-fry like me when you got guys like Don Diablo on the streets still!” the man yells in frustration, shaking an empty fist at her with the purse he stole in his other hand. The heroine scoffs having gently landed on the ground now walking slowly towards the criminal.
FICTION: Cum fly away aka the friendly skies
As soon as the seat belt sign was off, we were up. Not at the same time, of course. I let her go first. We didn’t want to alert the stewardess. After all, the captain did not turn on the “You Can Now Fuck in the Bathroom” sign.
I had an excuse, though. My biggest fantasy was to join the Mile High Club. I had flown, maybe, a hundred times, thanks to my job. But I had never taken the sexual leap. I never had the chance. The closest I came was on a flight from Berlin to Barcelona when I briefly thought about jerking off in the john, but I did not think that counted.
My other excuse was Heather. She was flesh-colored Viagra. Sexual napalm. I could not be around her and not want to touch her in some inappropriate way. She met me at the airport in Paris. She’s British. I am American. We were going to Beijing together to cover a tech conference. I had not seen her in several months – we ran in the same business circles and would always meet in exotic places such as Rome or Tokyo or Sioux City, Iowa.
My friend 18 [F] and I 18 [F] finally had MFF with my neighbor 47 [M] but I’m a bit jealous now?
Its been a while since I posted. Last I wrote it was about my uncle and I have some things to say about that too but am hoping for one really big update this weekend. I haven’t said much about my neighbor “daddy” but finally had a very exciting event that is worth sharing.
If you have read my past stories about how I met an older married guy in my neighborhood and started messing around you’ll remember how I involved my friend Jess but didn’t achieve my goal of a full on MFF experience. Well the other night it finally happened! His wife was finally out of town and I got Jess to join me at his house. What happened was both a fantasy come true and an experience that has left me with an odd feeling of jealousy. (more on that later)
We chatted over pizza and he opened a bottle of nice red wine and it didn’t take long for Jess to start opening up. He was so perfect about it, teasing her just the right amount. No sooner than we’d finished eating and the bottle was empty he stood up, offered each of us a hand and led us up to his bed.
Keep your eyes forward
We were the only ones still up, the glowing tv an excuse not to go to our separate beds. We sat on opposite ends of the couch but kept slowly, unconsciously moving closer to each other. My legs were up on the couch, and the first thing you touched was the top of my foot.
I was already so tense with anticipation that just the feeling of your hand through my sock sent a wave of goosebumps over my skin. You slid your fingers up my ankle, barely slipping under the edge of my sweats and then back down, catching the edge of my sock with two fingers.
Maybe you noticed the way my breath caught when you pulled on my sock, because you started to slide it off. And my god, I never dreamed it would be possible for someone to slowly take off just my sock and leave me feeling like they had just undressed me completely.
The anticipation was so intense I felt almost lightheaded. Butterflies, with every touch. Did you know that I couldn’t bring myself to turn and meet your eyes? That it felt like I might break this fragile spell between us? Maybe it was just a coincidence that you leaned in close with your hand sliding up my thigh and whispered in my ear, “Keep your eyes forward.”
Darkness in the North Chapter 1 [FM] [Fantasy]
A Roleplay between u/D_Vargas and Myself. Enjoy ;)
-Chapter 1-
The last settlement before the end of the world. Or so they like to say. Frosthjal sits on the northern edge of the explored lands across Timvaret. Past it is untamed woods and the domain of ice and cold. All who attempted to map the area had met with unfortunate ends. And now, darkness was brewing. Farther still past the good hunting lands stands the tallest mountain in the world: Mount Keleuka, elvish for Frozen Death. For the past few months, dark, evil storm clouds roiled around its summit, casting their demonic shadow. Someone had to journey up there and put an end to it.
Dressed only in the grey habit of her order, with her impressive chest bared for all to see, Sister Elizabeth trudges through the snow blanketing the road northwards. She had traveled for many weeks to get this far, and long ago her horse had fallen lame. It tore her up inside, but she had to do what needed to be done. Now she was on foot, making the arduous journey alone.
But she isn’t helpless.
Misbehaving Mom with Marine Recruiter Pt1
I was a recruiter several years ago and over the course of several months I developed a relationship with a young man’s mom who I was enlisting. It was never meant to happen but a few innocent flirts turned into a “work” dinner to talk some things through with her and it ended with a compulsory kiss through the window of her car… We would meet periodically to flirt, touch and play but it never went all the way. She was ten years older than me but an absolute fox. I began to write fantasy stories of her and I and she would send me erotic selfies. I’ll share the series of stories.
[M]y high-school sweetheart[F] ‘came’ home for the holidays [mf]
It was a cold night in December, my high school sweetheart had come back from College, she was staying the week with me, leaving boxing day night. She had arrived that morning, so eager to spend time together but she had to go and see family, and I had work, so we kissed goodbye and then met back up at home, I drew her a nice hot bath, add in some bubbles, a rose soap, and a bottle of her favourite wine- and then I got to the real work.
Half an hour later I had everything I needed laid out.
And then it all went wrong. I’d turned on the radiator, only to realise it wasn’t working. Fast forward five minutes and there I was with a spanner, checking every valve and every inch of the pipe to make sure it wasn’t cracked or rusting, I was just contemplating checking the boiler so I could bleed the entire system when the door slid open, Emily was out of her bath faster than usual.
Being Seen [FFM]
Anne wanted to be seen.
In her first year at college my girlfriend, Anne, took some introductory art classes, including a figure drawing class. The class went from the basics to still life, then to drawing people and finally to nude models. The models were not, contrary to how it often appears in movies, especially attractive or sexual. The point was to teach the students, not to get them aroused. For the most part the models could be best described as “fit” and then left at that.
Still Anne found herself deeply aroused in every class. Not by the models but by the people watching. She wondered what it would be like to be the subject of such rapt attention, to have so many eyes on you. She started to dwell on the feeling of being exposed, of being unable to hide anything.
It spilled into our sex. She would get me to watch her in the shower, to watch her masturbating on the bed, even to film her. But it didn’t satiate the yearning. I saw her all the time. Nothing was revealed. Nothing was exposed. She needed something more.
Birth story
It’s 8pm on a Tuesday. We’re sitting in our little living room watching crime shows like usual after our other three kids finally fall asleep. I rub my swollen belly and wiggle my toes as we watch a murder investigation unfold.
It’s a few days past my due date and I have been feeling contractions for the last two hours. My husband John sits next to me, holding my hand. He’s calmly looking through his social media. I love looking at him when he’s not aware. His handsome face and manly veiny hands give me butterflies, and I’m so thankful he’s the father of all our children. He’s always been gentle and loving towards me and our family. And he’s amazing in bed, which is why I’m currently pregnant with our fourth child.
Another contraction tightens my belly and I place my hand on top to cope. Slow breath out. This is a very familiar feeling. Tightness and pain, but this is what I crave. I’ve always been turned on by stretching and birth, but sadly our other experiences were much less enjoyable. Our other births have been in hospitals, as our families required it of us. They never trusted a home birth. The hospital has harsh lights and touchy doctors. We could never give birth in peace. It could never be sensual. But now. We have moved to a different state. And since the pandemic, it’s been surprisingly easy to hide this whole pregnancy. Our dream is coming true tonight. We’re going to have our sensual home birth.