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“Patton’s Drive”

After splitting with Tracy, Patton found a rental deal with five people he managed at the Rip’s Billiard Room & Bar in Pasadena. This rental was a mansion at the top of the hills in East Los Angeles. Two female bartenders, a waitress, a chef, and his best bouncer – shared the main house.

Patton rented the basement servant’s quarters. It was a large, basic apartment with everything he would need. Full kitchen, full bath, and a separate bedroom – a bedroom with closet that smelled of mildew. Damned thing seeped every time it rained.

“Good thing I’m in L.A.” If I lived in Seattle, I’d have to buy a fucking canoe.” he told his best friend Charlie.

Patton was a beautiful specimen. Twenty-five and striking. Soft blue eyes framed by high cheek bones, a square jaw, and a thick head of hair which was black as night. Six foot tall, one seventy – he projected innocence and strength all at once. Read more »

[MF] South Peltagow In the Spring, a First-Hand Account [fantasy] [non/dub-con] [nymph]

I write this account for posterity after witnessing a most extraordinary country tradition upon my visit to South Peltagow this spring season. The information here is garnered from my own first hand account, and as told to me by the local folk.

South Peltagow and the surrounding villages are rather unremarkable otherwise, pockmarked with squat country homes and rambling fields with nary much more than a baker, a crumbling church, and a pub with an offensive watery ale surrounding the town square. Little can be said about the place, other than at the spring equinox.

The gentleman’s garden parties, as they are rather coyly known, are held when the blooms are at their greenest, bursting to blossom, pollen thick upon the air. The local menfolk gather at daybreak in meadows, pastures and at river banks, nearly giddy with excitement of the day. Each has his own recommended locale, and there is quite a bit of territorial jockeying in the days prior to the garden party.

For emerging from the greenery, their minds and muscles still-dozed with the sleep of deep winter, spring nymphs in all varieties of pastel-colours – blushing pinks, lilac and lavenders, robin egg blue – could be found, blinking their wide, pupil-less eyes. The sap in their veins was slowed, their reactions dulled. They stretched slender limbs and turned their round faces toward the sun. Read more »

Stranger (MF) (Non-Con)

I can’t breathe. I can’t breathe. What’s going on? Who is this? I can’t breathe.

A hand was over her mouth, a strange, unfamiliar hand. Another was cutting away her clothes. A voice was whispering to her.

Shh. Keep your fucking mouth shut.

She couldn’t have spoken even if she wanted to. His hand was pushing down on her mouth so hard that she could feel her teeth digging into the insides of her lips.

What’s going on?

She was in shock, everything was in slow motion. She felt him rip her shirt open, and an eternity later, her pants followed. He threw her pants to the side and left her shirt open. She could see his silhouette kneeling over her. She could feel his body heat radiating off of him. She could feel his intentions, as if they were on the same brainwave. And she was scared. Aroused, but scared and confused. She felt his eyes on her, taking in every inch of her. Every curve, every wrinkle of skin, everything. And she knew that he was pleased with what he saw. She knew what he wanted from her, and oddly enough, she wanted to give it to him. He stared at her for what felt like hours, but it was probably only second before telling her what he wanted. Read more »

Free Use Fantasy (Final part) [FM]

Still lost in the thought of the way this week has been going. I almost don’t want my roommate to come home for a while longer! The complete mystery of which guy will show up and when… I still quiver at the thought. Some have shown up more than once, and I’m thrilled at that!

As the week wound down to an end, I changed my Tinder profile message again and sent “thank yous” in the form of nude, selfies to the ones that I knew showed up (still not sure if “Shower Guy” came back more than that first visit since I didn’t get a good look at him), and resided myself to the couch to relax and watch some TV.

I heard a knock at the door, and saw the handle turn, then stopped. “It’s open,” I called. Slowly, the door opened and he poked his head through. “Hello? I, uh, just wanted to make sure the address was right before barging in. You’re Katie, right? Fr… From Tinder?”

“Yep, that’s me!” I gleefully replied. “Come on in. Get comfortable.” Read more »

Free Use Fantasy (part 4) [MF]

I had my doubts if this “free use” ad that she put on Tinder was legit, but judging from how insanely hot her body is in her profile picture, it’s a chance I’m willing to take. I decided to show up at an odd time, partially to gauge her reaction when I got there, partially to have the best shot at having her alone.

I walked into the apartment at 5:30 am. A good, early time. Some people are getting up at this time, so she would either be getting up or still be sound asleep. I made my way through the apartment, looking around until I found her bedroom. It was pretty easy since it was the only open door in the place. I stepped into the bedroom, and there she was, “Sleeping Beauty.”

She was sleeping in the nude, and her profile picture didn’t do her any justice at all. It was a hot pic, don’t get me wrong, but seeing her naked body on the bed in front of me… holy SHIT, she is hot. I took a moment to dress to match, then gently crawled on the bed with her. She barely shifted. On my knees next to her, I ran my hand up her thigh until my fingers met her pussy. She was already wet. I guess she was expecting company. Read more »

Free Use Fantasy (part 3) [FM]

I cannot even begin to describe how well this week has gone so far. Putting myself out there for “free use” has been the single best sexual idea I’ve ever had. I’m almost constantly wet just thinking about how I’ve been fucked, and the thoughts of how I might yet be fucked before the week is done. Fuck. Me. Please!

Midway through the week, I decided to simplify the process. Yes, “free use” can be simplified more than I already had it. I mean, yeah, I have a roommate that’s out of town, and unlocked door, my address given to several hot guys in Tinder, and a wet pussy, ready and waiting for a nice, hard dick to go in it. Or my ass, or my mouth… dealer’s choice, really. I’m ready for any of it.

Anyway, back to the simplification. I decided to take out what little effort there was left, and took to wearing a generously short skirt and NOT wearing any panties. For the top, I either went with a cut off t-shirt that barely covered my tits (unless I raised my arms, then the shirt might as well not even be there) because, let’s face it, the sight of hard nipples through the fabric is hot as FUCK. Or a bikini top, or no top at all. I want the point to be absolutely clear when someone shows up: get your dick hard, pick a hole, and put it in. Read more »

Ashley and Mark, a Work From Home Saga – Part I (M-F, accidental flashing, mutual masturbation, work fantasy)

Part I – Just a Quick Call

Ashley stared at the blinking cursor on her screen. She had to type out this meeting summary but she just wasn’t feeling it today. Working from home, while a blessing in many ways, was wearing on her. She missed the innocuous water cooler chats, the people who popped in to see how your day was going. She even missed her boss poking his head into her cubicle to give her a last minute, panicked analysis request because it just felt so…cold…receiving the same request over a video call. Above all else though, she missed Mark.

Mark had started around the same time as Ashley, the only difference he was in sales and she was in admin. They had attended orientation together and immediately they clicked. Their chemistry was off the charts, and many people around the office referred to them as the work-couple-who-wasn’t-an-actual-couple-somehow. She always laughed it off and so did Mark to her knowledge, they were close friends but they worked to maintain at least what appeared to be a level of professionalism between them.

[F26] [St8] [nc] [preg] Rough Breeding Fetish

This is a fantasy I haven’t even told my bf [M21]. We did tell me once that if I ever want something like that we would let me do it. I didn’t admit to him that I actually want it. It makes my pussy wet thinking about trying to pleasure a room full of men. Please enjoy my detailed ideal scenario…
I’m head into a room, naked, blindfolded and ball gagged. I’m grabbed by the hair and roughly forced into a stock. I hear the click of a lock and I am now unable to free my head or hands. Suddenly my legs are forced to either side and three leather straps are tightened so I cannot move my legs. “She’s all yours guys, breed her until her pussy is overflowing with your cum and her belly swells.” My pussy is already dripping wet, eagerly awaiting a rock hard cock. A hard slap on the ass startles me and I try to scream but my voice is stifled by my ball gag. “Good girl, I’m going to make your belly swell with my seed.” With a grunt he roughly enters my tight pussy. I moan loudly as he grips the stock for support as he pounds my pussy over and over. I feel his hot cum filling me deep inside. He pushes into me as deep as he can go and thrusts a couple more times before pulling out. I can feel his warm cum dripping down my legs. Just as quickly as he is done another man takes his place, roughly breeding me. Over and over again I’m bred. My pussy is so sore but I have no choice. I will be bred day after day by whoever wants to breed me.

First ti[M]e giving head – Exploring [M]y sexuality (bisexual)

Standard apology in advance for typos on mobile. This happened a few years ago and I’ve been dying to explore more ever since.

I was in my early twenties at the time and feeling unusually lonesome after a long, dark winter in Canada. As a tall, daily gym-goer, it wasn’t particularly difficult to attract the attention of women, but for about 6 years prior, I had been thinking about what it would be like to be with another man. The thoughts and fantasies first started coming to me like a snap out of the blue in university while on a trip abroad. I found myself only now asking myself what taboos had held me back in the past, however, and decided to see if Craigslist could help me satiate my desires (back when it still existed).

I put up a fairly timid post asking if there would be any guys around my age who might want to help me explore my curiosity slowly and discretely. I heard back from the usual plethora of thirsty guys but what caught my attention was a young, 19-year-old student home from university who seemed out of my league to the point that I thought it could be a catfish. A little bit like Zack Efron, with a swimmer’s body. After messaging for a week or so and spending nearly the entirety of that time hard in my pants at work, in the car, etc., we decided to meet up on a Saturday after skiing with my friends. Read more »