Tag: Fantasy

How I [F] saved some cum for my best friend

Ok, first story here and not a native speaker so bare with me

When I was 18/19 me and my best friend (code name Clara) had a big big crush on this guy, let’s call him Mat.
He was a really nice guy and extremely hot. He played basketball since he was a little kid so he became a tall and fit dude by the time we were 19. six pack, wide back, firm butt, the whole deal.

We were both virgins by the time we met Mat so we used to fantasize with him being our boyfriend, we would borrow him for our fantasizes because we knew he wouldn’t end his 4 year relationship so it was always platonic
By the middle of the school year I had my first time with a boy and I felt like an empowered woman, like I knew It all, i was always very sexual but after my first time i became obsessed with sex so our made up “boyfriend” fantasies with Mat turned very explicitly sexual and it was now normal to talk about them with my best friend. Read more »

My friends wife (F) and Me [M]

Hello every one . I hope everyones living alright. Ill make it short and sexy. So me (m) 28, my friend ( m) and his wife (24) share a townhouse in australia. Orginally were from nepal. You know coming to abroad making something out of our miserable life as it was back home. So heres a little background about ourself. Me and my friend (lucky) we used to go school together, were from same town , went to same college , pretty much we did everything together along with our other friend. While college I apply for Australia and got visa in 2013 and my friend and his mife applied in 2017 and they gets their as well. So they were coming to same city I was. So me and my friend figured out would be better if we live together. First I was little hesitant because of the lifestyle Ive adopted here. Which means lots of booze ,drugs, gambling and Girls. (Please don’t judge me ? ) but then I realise maybe living with a couple morever my friend would help me little to calm down a bit. So I get a apartment and we all moved together. Read more »

Turned on by my wife’s indiscretion [MF]

Backstory: So my wife (38) and I (41) have been married for 14 years, together for 17. We are very happy now and have been for many years. We went through some rocky patches our first few years of being married, as many young couples do. One night during that time, we were out at a bar for a friend’s birthday and I left early because I had to go to work the next morning. She ended up staying out. I was immediately suspicious the next morning when she still wasn’t home by the time I left for work at 5:30 am. Wasn’t answering her phone either. I gave her the benefit of the doubt that maybe they all went out to breakfast and her phone died.

I tried getting a hold of her at various points throughout the day with no luck. I was legit worried at that point. When I got home around 6 pm, she looked like she had just gotten home. All her excuses were horrible and nothing was adding up. Finally find out that she went home with one of the guys, Josh, from the group and stayed at his apartment. The two of them definitely had a mutual crush on each other and were always flirty. She denied doing anything with him, but word quickly got back to me that they fucked. I was pretty irate, but eventually I just kind of got past it. Read more »

A Few Days at Fucktoy School: Chapter II

*(disclaimer: all characters are over 18 and this story is pure fantasy through and through, it describes things at best highly immoral and at worst highly illegal in real life. Please be safe and sane, friends. Life is too short to suffer.)*

I was walking to observe another class when I saw this bitch with this fat bubble butt peaking out underneath her red plaid skirt, swaying and bouncing and getting me just hard, as a fucking steel pole. The halls were almost empty and I could just smell that sweet wet cunt of hers, and my heart started pumping, blood surged in my veins, my muscle tensed, and my dick got so hard, so heavy, as blood rushed to fill it.

“Excuse me,” I called out, and bubble butt bitch turned.

“Oh Sir,” she said, running up to greet me. “What can I do for you?” She said as she bit her lip.

I pulled her to the side of the hallway, I couldn’t help myself, I positively attacked her, I wanted to see those round ass cheeks bounce back and forth on my dick as my student screamed “Yes Sir thank you Sir.” Good girl. Read more »

A Mother’s Diary: Entry 6 – Edging my Son [MF][M/S][incest][mom son][mommy]

This is a work of fiction, a fantasy. Author and all characters are 18+. This is written and intended for an adult audience. It is incest themed. If such themes offend you, it may not be for you.

Note: I changed the character’s name in Entry 5 due to conflicting with another series.

Past entries can be found [here](https://www.reddit.com/user/DakotaDevineErotica/comments/lq44xo/looking_for_my_stories_here_they_are/).

Enjoy! x

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I thought about the last time I was with my son, Peter. The way we were masturbating to each other on the bed was really a special moment. It was then that I decided I was ready to have sex with him. I was conflicted at first, but seeing the effect I had on him, knowing that I could still get such a young man to be rock hard was so fucking hot, even if it was my son. It gave me a new sense of confidence.

But I was thinking, having sex for the first time can be quite daunting for a young man. There’s so much pressure to last a long time. Maybe if I could coach him into lasting longer first, then after he’s practiced for a while, I could have sex with him then. Read more »

[Str8][cuck] I am my mother’s pride: An Asian’s woman journey towards the arms of a white man – Part 3.

Guess what guys? I’ve been so excited about writing this that I banged it out over the weekend. The next part is heavy so I decided to break it up so it’s easier to digest. As of now, part 1 – 5 are mostly a true story with some minor changes. Part 6 will be functional based on unexplored fantasies and discussions within our throupple. Enjoy!

 

Part 1: [Str8][cuck] I am my mother’s pride: An Asian’s woman journey towards the arms of a white man – Part 1.
Part 2:[Str8][cuck] I am my mother’s pride: An Asian’s woman journey towards the arms of a white man – Part 2.
Part 3: You are here.
Part 4: Out tonight.
Part 5: Coming soon
Part 6: Coming soon

 

#Part 3#

**Mike, Steve, Adam.**
It’s been a week since Jared and I ended our relationship and it honestly feels weird to be in one home, with one man all the time. Nevertheless, I have been active on three different dating platforms and it’s been overwhelming. I have not been able to plan anything because I’m getting many messages. James and I came up with a plan to filter it out: after a few introductions we would send out a predrafted message to make them aware of the situation. It went like this: Read more »

Ex-FWB never had a rape kink until she met me and I never even brought up rape roleplay, here’s how it happened

90%+ of women I’ve hooked up with have admitted to having rape fantasies when I ask them what their fetish or deepest darkest fantasy is. I’m convinced now that most women would be totally fine if we went Mad Max and were abducted by the alpha male conquerors and used as Fuck Toy Slaves. Anyways, I posted a Craigslist ad looking for an FWB and that I prefer a female with at least a full C Cup, and added that I wouldn’t turn one down who had smaller t!ts but I’m extra rough in the sack with them.

I got a response from this chic who was living in Emeryville (near Oakland / SF Bay Area), and she asked me what exactly I meant by being more rough with chics who had smaller breasts. She said it made her curious why I would say that, since no guy had ever had a problem with her small breasts before (she was 5’4 and 105 lbs. with barely A cups, decent face for her body type, very lanky and skinny arms too in her early 30s). Read more »

Tara’s Training Diary – Day One, by Callovan [fantasy, light BDSM, FF]

*Day One*

Well, I’m here at last in the Abbey! Arrived around nine this morning – one of the Abbey’s instructrixes brought me here. I left Master Halyard’s house only wearing a simple translucent slip and a pair of soft shoes and nothing else – no stockings, knickers or bra. I wore no bracelets or anklets, nor rings on my fingers, let alone on my toes. Before leaving, I was also commanded to remove my nose ring, earrings and nipple rings, and I was told not to put on makeup and leave my hair hanging loose and unadorned. The instructrix led me through the streets by a cord tied around my wrists. Though the locals are certainly familiar with such sights, it didn’t mean I wasn’t myself feeling self-conscious – I’d even go as far as saying I was feeling as timid as a wee mousie. Those who saw me in the street smiled, but I couldn’t bring myself to look them in the eye. Thankfully, there weren’t that many folks about this morning to see me. Read more »

[MMM… FFFF…] The Devil’s Work – part ten

I retire to my modest abode – not much more than a room really. There’s one thing that I need to do before anything else and that is to relieve my sexual frustration, whatever the bible and the church may say about sexual self-gratification!

As I stroke myself gently and slowly, I savour the gradual build up towards an eventual release. There is no need to rush. I allow my thoughts to wander to Tabitha’s breasts and nipples and how they felt in my hands. I recall her exposed vulva and how both Dr White and Reverend Gaunt touched her and penetrated her. I think of the other girls, picturing them, now that I know who they are, dancing naked, or at least semi-naked, in the woods. I edge several times. And then I think of young Emily Smith and imagine that it was her whose nipples were cruelly crushed in the nipple clamps and whose vulva was so openly exposed with her legs spread wide apart.

I immediately erupt, spraying my seed across the tiny room in a climax as intense and prolonged as any that I have known. Read more »

The Wedding Proposal

This post is a fantasy that contains: insertion, embarrassment, stealth orgasm. Everyone depicted is over 18 years old.

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A man in his jeans and t-shirt got down on one knee at the restaurant. As he looked into his date’s eyes, he said to her, “Buffy Vageena, will you marry me?”

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, clear plastic container. Inside it was an engagement ring with the smallest diamond she had ever seen. The container was like one of those small plastic bubbles that kids pay 25 cents for to get a random toy on the way out of a grocery store. Not that she expected much of a ring, or even a ring at all. They had only known each other for a week. She knew that he didn’t have much money; he was in his second year of college and she was ten years older than him. Her family has had money since, quite possibly, the invention of money itself. But since meeting Phillip Wern, she had never been happier and his bank account balance didn’t matter. Read more »