So I have a friend who personality wise is the female version of me. Her name is Sam and we definitely don’t have too many boundaries with each in person or when we talk. One night I get a text from her asking how often I have sex. My instant response I texted back was not enough at all. Then told her the truth of average once a week. We talked about it a little more then I had to ask since there was so many questions running through my head now. I sent her a text well how often do you get to have sex. To my shock she tells me like 1 time a month at most. She tells me her boyfriend is always saying he’s too tired so she lets him sleep. I apologize to her and tell her there is no way I could ever resist someone coming on to me no matter how tired I was. The topic stays on our sex lives and how we both wish we could be having so much more. After a while I finally say “I just want someone to let me use them as my sex doll. Fold them how I want use whatever hole and make them cover my cock in their cum!” I get a Snapchat from you that your biting your bottom lip and in text tell me I can’t say stuff like that. Totally confused I ask why and you tell me by me saying that just made your panties soaked which is hard to do with just words as your more of a visual person. All of a sudden I had cotton mouth and my mind was going nuts. I have always thought she was sexy but hearing her say that sent chills down my spine and I could feel my cock swell. I found a GIF on the internet of a position I’ve always wanted to try and sent it to her with a laughing face and said this is what I’m talking about I want to try this so bad. There’s a really long pause and I worry that I took it too far. I started stressing out because this is one of my friends and 1 of the only ones I don’t hide from ever or anything. My phone finally goes off that I received a text. Sams text reads “ I fucking hate you right now!!!” I couldn’t help but laugh and had a pretty good idea that what I just said made her soaking wet. The conversation stayed very sexual from there. We both confessed we missed getting to have wild sex. I made it a point to admit I wanted to have a threesome and more frequently fucks even if that meant having someone other than my girlfriend. Sam admitted how sexy it would be to have a FFM threesome. But said her boyfriend would never go for it. He doesn’t like changing things up at all. Sam went on to say that’s part of the reason why what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him. I sent her a smirk and she began to explain what she meant. Sam said if she found the right couple she had an attraction to and knew they were looking for a third she would throw herself to them and not tell her boyfriend. I had to ask at that point if there’s anything else she hasn’t told him about that she has done. Sams one word answer was yes and tried to change the subject. I didn’t let that happen but knew she wouldn’t tell me yet. So we continued talking about kinks and fantasy we had that hopefully one day could do. As both our nights got busy the conversation dwindled down and we just started sending normal stuff back and forth to each other.
Tag: Fantasy
Her Boyfriend Really is Bisexual [MMF]
Last night Kip and I hosted a wonderful dinner party here in Breckenridge (Colorado).
The guests were; a gay couple from Denver, Kip, Kip’s sister, her latest boyfriend and myself (the token Aussie). All of us, except the new boyfriend, have been to Kip’s famous “Speedo Only Parties” which he uses me as the excuse to host.
I figured it would get naughty at some point and we’d end up in Kip’s hot tub in speedos or less later in the evening. What I wasn’t sure of was what combinations there would be.
Kip’s sister is always the wild card. I’ve known her since my first trip to Colorado years ago, she always seems to have a dirt bag boyfriend and she and I have had some naughty nights together, but never just the two of us, always some weird scenario in the wee hours of the morning.
Opening Night (FF) (Fantasy)
“Fuck’s sake, that’s a gorgeous view,” Blake murmured under her breath.
She had only just acquired the little tavern in the trade district of Grand Alarinn. She hadn’t even picked out a new name for it—right now it was the Troll’s Haven, a name that disgusted Blake and made her think of the seedier places down in the slums. She was determined not to let this become just another tavern. But she still needed a name. She pondered it as she tried to buff a shine into the bar, which was made from a single piece of rich, dark wood.
She smiled contentedly as her reflection became visible, taking a moment to study herself. She was young—some might say too young to be an innkeeper, but she scoffed at those people—only just entering her twentieth year. Most of her friends were trying to apprentice themselves to some artisan. That’s what a middle-class Alarian did, Blake was told. But she worked her ass off to start a life on her own terms, and that’s what she did. No masters, no teachers, only the patrons who rented her rooms and this gorgeous sunset view.
Lair of the Cryptmother Ch. 13 [Dark Fantasy][Body Horror][Light Gore][Noncon][Breeding][Preg]
**”The Rite of Naming, An Heir Annointed”**
Maia opened the door and gestured for Althea to pass through the threshold; leaving the sanctum of her new boudoir and entering the unknown. The purple-clad blonde stepped into the hallway, immediately recognizing the hewn stone tunnels from before. No doubt about it, she remained within the blasphemous walls of the cult’s domain. The door closed and locked behind Maia, and she joined Althea’s side. The pale, nearly monochromatic handmaiden offered Althea her arm for support. Again, a moment of reticence and Althea took a step back, feeling the cold stone against her bare heel.
“Lady Althea, I assure you that no harm awaits you at the end of this tunnel,” Maia bowed her head respectfully. “On the contrary, your divine son and rapturous pleasure are the only things you will find ahead,” Maia took the priestess by the hand and gave it a reaffirming squeeze. This simple act of compassion and the girl’s cool touch steadied Althea’s heart. Memories of her gushing climaxes returned, bringing with them a flush to her cheeks. Maia smirked, narrowing her smoky eyes playfully. “You see? I only wish you knew just how lucky you are, my lady,” she mused and led Althea on her first step forward. “I envy you, you know. I envy how much his grace will fill you,” Maia bit her lip and rubbed a hand over her own trim midriff.
Lair of the Cryptmother Ch. 12 [Dark Fantasy][Body Horror][Light Gore][Noncon][Breeding][Preg]
**”Boudoir of the Blighted Queen”**
Althea awoke to a deep, throbbing headache. She inhaled sharply, only to summon a raspy, dry cough. So thirsty. She hadn’t had a thing to drink in so long… aside from her own spoiled leakage and that accursed elixir. The priestess blinked softly, still ensnared by the persistent stupor of sleep. For the first time since leaving the sanctuary of sunlight, Althea felt warm. Limbs like jelly, it was a struggle for her to even lift her leg. Blankets? Eyes snapped open and she jolted upright, but immediately regretted the sudden movement when a twinge wracked her middle. That’s right. Her experiences with that monstrous bastard of hers were real. At this she realized that her mind felt clearer, and she was no longer under whatever enchantment had seized her voice and actions.
But when Althea looked around, she found herself snuggled up in thick, olive-green blankets, resting atop a sprawling bed. Four tall bedposts stretched toward the vaulted, domed ceiling of the room. There were even rich, burgundy silk curtains providing her a cloistered sense of privacy, though it also shrouded the remainder of the room. Althea counted more pillows than she’d ever possessed. The stark contrast to her previous dwellings in the cramped, dirty cell left young Althea in a state of shock and disbelief. Never in her life had she known such luxury. Surely this was all a dream. Or another of the cult’s attempts to muster her hopes, only to quash them for their own twisted delight.
Lair of the Cryptmother Ch. 11 [Dark Fantasy][Body Horror][Light Gore][Noncon][Breeding][Preg]
**”Seeds of Corruption”**
“FFFFuckk–” Althea grunted softly, gnawing her bottom lip in delight. The sheer sensation of her monstrous son’s fetid, festering cock filled her with utter bliss. And still she could see more of his necrotic, blistered shaft waiting to submerge deeper between her wanton folds. What was not long ago a brilliant beacon of Helestria’s light nestled within Althea’s heart, now flickered and wavered like waning candlelight. A quiet resistance against this inhumane, incestuous assault. Yet despite the favor of an actual goddess, the fact remained that Althea lay imprisoned here in the stronghold of a demon lord’s fanatical cult. The last vestiges of her free will were trapped; frozen and fixated, forced to watch her body surrender to the whims of her own repressed lust and the dark will of Nihilipox. For she now dwelled in his house. This ruinous crypt of salacious decay.
Lair of the Cryptmother Ch. 10 [Dark Fantasy][Body Horror][Light Gore][Noncon][Breeding][Preg]
**”The Heir of Nihilipox”**
Althea lay there, a feeble mess of grime, sour milk, and birthing fluid. At last the immense pressure in her belly was gone, but in its place she felt the cold, sinking realization that she had entered an unwilling role of motherhood. Spent and exhausted, the young priestess propped herself up on one elbow. Though her stomach still showed a slight distension, she knew it would flatten out eventually. What she was not prepared for, however, was the slimy, lukewarm tentacle of her bastard offspring flopping against the inside of her thigh. The contact made her flinch, but fear and shock seized her body when she finally gazed down upon the awful thing that had brewed within her youthful womb.
Lair of the Cryptmother Ch. 9 [Dark Fantasy][Body Horror][Light Gore][Noncon][Breeding][Preg][Birth]
**”False Deliverance”**
Many questions plagued her mind as to how she regained her powers, and why now, but Althea knew this was her chance. Emboldened by her rekindled light, the priestess stretched forth her hand toward Ivan. “By the light of Helestria, be purged in holy fire!” she shouted. The light gathered in her hand blossomed, momentarily blinding her captors. A bolt of white light leapt from Althea’s palm and flew clean through Ivan’s skull, leaving a smoldering hole in its wake. One down, four to go. The priestess watched the others rub their eyes as she staggered to her feet; an act made all the more difficult by her hunger and heavily-ripened womb. There was a clear path to the door, but she doubted she could outrun all of them in her current state. And so the priestess raised her hand toward the blister-crowned Andre. Alas, before she could cast another spell, Izaac seized hold of her stretched arm. When she tried to gather light in the other hand, that arm was grabbed by Felix. “Let me go, you monsters! Get off of me!”
Lair of the Cryptmother Ch. 8 [Dark Fantasy][Body Horror][Light Gore][Noncon][Breeding][Preg]
**”Five Guys: Berserkers & Flies”**
A drop of water splashed onto Althea’s cheek. “Huh?” her voice croaked, hoarse from a medley of screaming, dehydration, and worm-laden kisses. She licked her lips, but grimaced at the sour taste. Judging by the cool puddle gathered on the floor beneath her cheek, and the sopping wet green robes clinging to her young, pregnant body, the priestess had been lying unconscious for quite a while. “Where am I now?” she groaned softly and slowly blinked. Darkness. In the nearly nonexistent light, Althea made out the rough surface of unworked stone near her. A wall? And two others. The light seemed to be coming from beneath a heavy wooden door at the opposite end of her small, 15-foot square cell. As if alerted to her awakening, the ripening wretch stirred in her inflated womb. She felt the thing slosh about with a playful energy, as if expressing its giddy enjoyment at the poor girl’s baleful predicament. “Ungh–Stop fussing already,” Althea sought to put it out of her mind, but she discovered that was impossible when she tried to sit up. Despite no longer feeling full of undead ogre cum, Althea’s belly had noticeably grown. By now she looked to be near full-term with twins.
Lair of the Cryptmother Ch. 7 [Dark Fantasy][Body Horror][Light Gore][Noncon][Breeding][Preg]
**”Playtime is Ogre”**
thud… thud… Footsteps sounded from somewhere beyond the chamber doors. Oh no… Whatever was coming sounded big… and heavy. The pace picked up into a charge. thUD–THUD– SLAM! A huge, bulky figure blitzed through the half-open door, blasting the wood from the hinges in a shower of splinters. Althea turned away, shielding her face. A few scraps of wood bounced off her back and flank, but she remained unharmed. The cacophany passed as quickly as it came, and she found herself huddled in silence– near silence. Wet labored breathing, like the ocean tide, burbled from behind the young cleric. There stood over ten feet of muscle, fat, and sagging, pustulent flesh. Althea had never seen an actual ogre in her life, let alone a zombified ogre. Though it sounded like the thing was breathing, she suspected it was in fact the sound of various gases bubbling and churning inside the thing’s bloated, rotten body.