Tag: Fantasy

[MF] Wasted and fucking all over town. Halloween edition.

Meant to post this on Halloween but I got too trashed to remember. This happened two years ago. Hope some of you are still in the mood for a long ish halloween story.

“I don’t really like Halloween.” She said. “The city just fills up with loud British idiots in superman costumes.”
We had met a couple months prior and had soon gotten stuck in spending every weekend together, fucking, partying, hiking. She was someone, like me, who was ever driven onwards by a need for novelty and adventure. So we were always spurring each other on. Still are in fact.

She was also pretty cynical. Which I generally loved. But when it comes to Halloween she definitely needed to given a proper introduction.

“Yeah but just think of how amazing it is that the whole country will be celebrating a pagan holiday.”

She snorted. “So? It’s all just another excuse to sell people a load of plastic crap that will end up in our oceans.” Read more »

[F]ucking [M]y housemate after years of living together

This happened a few years ago (obviously pre-covid), between me (M31) and my roommate (F31). At the time, I lived in a big house with lots of people — the city I lived in is expensive, so it’s not unusual to live together with many housemates, even in your thirties and forties. In this particular house, many roommates had come and gone over the years but Georgia and I had been housemates for a solid 2 years or so. Our shared house was in an urban area of an east coast city with fairly high crime, and inconvenient to public transit — but the rent was cheap, and Georgia and I were both from working-class families and couldn’t afford better. At the time I worked an office job, and she was a teacher.

First, about Georgia. She was someone that I’d always thought was relatively cute, but didn’t really know that much about her and what she would be like romantically. And, as a housemate, she was of course off-limits. Anyway, she was short, only 5’0”, and extremely petite — in the 100-pound range or so. She was half-Asian and half-white, and had a complexion befitting that combination. I’m 5’9”, 150 lbs, white, broad shoulders, brown hair that is wavy and usually messy, a cyclist physique (toned lower half, average upper half), big lips, faintly jewish features, dark eyebrows, bright blue eyes, 5-o-clock shadow. Read more »

Morning Hunt – another semi-erotic drabble that I may or may not add more to in the future! [primal play] [hunting] [fantasy]

The sun is just barely peaking over the horizon. Mist blankets the ground of the forest in front of me. I can feel your lips ghosting over my ear, causing a shiver to run up my spine. Your voice is barely above a whisper as you utter a single command. “Run.”

My heart leaps into my throat and my feet begin moving on their own. I’m flying through the trees, chilled air biting at my exposed skin, wind whipping through my hair. I run as fast as my body will allow, but I know you’re faster. I can feel you behind me, keeping a safe enough distance to enjoy the chase, to prolong your hunt. We both know it makes your inevitable victory that much sweeter.

I reach a clearing in the trees, soft grass cushioning my bare feet as I slow to a stop. My breathing is heavy, I’m practically gasping in the cold morning air, still trying to keep quiet. I don’t even hear you approach from behind me until it’s too late. My hands are trapped behind my back and your breath is hot against my neck as you press your body into mine. “Gotcha.” You whisper before licking up the shell of my ear and attaching your lips and teeth to my neck. I gasp at the sting of the bite, moaning quietly as your teeth scrape the soft flesh. Read more »

[MF] [Str8] [Inc] [F/D] Stranded: Part 2

Part 2

It was funny how hours stretched into days, before they stretched into weeks. And then, a month – no, two months – had passed. For the father-daughter duo who found themselves stranded on the island, time had lost meaning, especially as rescue had not come. For Jason, hope of rescue had died a while ago. Even Kelly, who had been insistent that somebody had to be coming, was no longer looking up at the sky or towards the horizon for rescue. To Jason and Kelly Jameson, rescue was a whimsical fantasy.

At the very least, they were not wanting of resources. In a sea of shitty luck, the father-daughter duo had found the broken segments of the plane that brought them to the island. Horrified by the sight of wreckage and corpses, salvation came in the form of what the plane carried; bottled water, plenty of clothing for all climates, long-lasting food items, and equipment that would prove essential to their survival. The father-daughter duo had almost cried with bitter relief, especially since they had found shelter but a few days ago, as well as fruit and a source of clean water. Overall, things could have been a lot worse. Read more »

Taken by the Werewomen – Chapter 3 [Femdom] [Fantasy] [Bondage] [Faceriding] [Multiple Orgasms] [Multiple Days of Restless Sex] [Edging]

The entire night, Elias and Lisbeth’s bodies were against one another. She had affixed a collar to his neck, one that bound their souls together, according to her. And it tamed his sexual energy — essentially, his orgasm was under her complete control.

Lisbeth’s hips rode him. Her pussy was so hot and craving, so wet, dripping, grinding into his nose, his tongue, his chin. Her clit was swollen and throbbing and he latched on when he could, sending her into spasms and would make her drive her hips wild.

His cock was deep inside of her throat. She devoured it so messily, so frantically. As if she needed it to survive.

It had been hours. Elias’ tongue was becoming so sore but he continued on.

Lisbeth was addicted to the taste of him. His cock was large. His tongue was large. These two features of men made her quickly realize why her fellow Werewomen were so addicted to using men. She was moaning without wanting to — they simply slipped out of her like explosions. She had never moved her body in such a way in her entire life. Read more »

Taken by the Werewomen – Chapter 2 [Femdom] [Fantasy] [Bondage] [Teasing] [Cunnilingus] [Facesitting] [Stepped/Stomped On] [Biting]

Lisbeth walked ahead of Elias, holding the rope daintily. He couldn’t take his eyes off her swaying body. Her hips were wonderful, swinging back and forth. What was becoming of him? Once an aspiring warrior. Now? About to be the plaything of Werewolf women. This was all so strange… he wanted to ask her so many questions. But didn’t know where to begin.

Lisbeth led him into a large tent. Somehow, the moment they entered it became so warm. As if the air within and the air without were entirely separate. He kept watching her move. Had to look up to see her face. What had caused this height difference? She turned around and reached for the tent’s flap.

Elias breathed steadily. He was face to face with her bust. He stood very still as she moved slow, leaning forward, her arms going past him. She pulled the flap shut so they were within their own sanctuary. Within, it was dimly lit but Elias couldn’t tell where the light was coming from. Oranges and yellows. It was like the very fabric of the tent was giving off light.

Lisbeth walked away from him. Then turned back around, looking him up and down. Read more »

Midnight Fantasy [MF] [Cheating] [Breeding] [CNC] [Pregnancy] [Happy Ending] [Thief] [Modern Day] [Doctor’s Wife]

Talia paced the marble bathroom floor, willing herself not to look at the stick on the sink until her phone timer went off. She knew checking on it wouldn’t make the results appear any faster—knew it from all of the many, many previous times she’d done this.

Pausing to glance in the mirror, she noticed she was chewing her bottom lip again. A nervous tick that Ben was always trying to get her to stop. She wished her husband was home now, to offer restrained hope if the test came back positive or consoling arms if it was negative. She blew out a long breath she hadn’t realized she was holding, and instead turned to lean against the sink counter to wait.

After what seemed like an eternity, her phone finally let out the familiar ‘ding’ to let her know that she could now look at the stick. She could now know if her future involved the change and addition to their family that she so desperately wanted, or if she needed to just continue on her path of tracking her ovulation cycle. Read more »

[MF] Part 3 is the third of a 3 part erotic tale of Charlotte’s journey through her Top 10 sexual fantasy bucket list

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Charlotte sat on her couch, a laptop in her lap, scanning the list on the screen. In her brain, she checked off the sexual fantasies that she had completed. Each one brought back memorable moments, and she could see the faces of the multiple men and women who had made it possible.

Her boyfriend James was central in all of them. They worked together and now play together in a continuous effort to work their way through the list of ten fantasies. Seven fantasies were down, with three to go.

She looked at the list: sex between a student and teacher; sex between a patient and a doctor or nurse; and, sex with a virgin or pretending to be a virgin.

Charlotte’s cell phone rang and she saw James’s name.

“Hey.”

“What are you doing? And are you naked?” he asked.

“Looking at the list, and almost.”

She considered a long t-shirt over nothing as almost naked. James had seen her in far less. Read more »

[MF] Part 3 is the third of a 3 part erotic tale of Charlotte’s journey through her Top 10 sexual fantasy bucket list

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Charlotte sat on her couch, a laptop in her lap, scanning the list on the screen. In her brain, she checked off the sexual fantasies that she had completed. Each one brought back memorable moments, and she could see the faces of the multiple men and women who had made it possible.

Her boyfriend James was central in all of them. They worked together and now play together in a continuous effort to work their way through the list of ten fantasies. Seven fantasies were down, with three to go.

She looked at the list: sex between a student and teacher; sex between a patient and a doctor or nurse; and, sex with a virgin or pretending to be a virgin.

Charlotte’s cell phone rang and she saw James’s name.

“Hey.”

“What are you doing? And are you naked?” he asked.

“Looking at the list, and almost.”

She considered a long t-shirt over nothing as almost naked. James had seen her in far less. Read more »

[FF] My first time while my family is out of town

Ugh..I just looked at my post title and want to slap myself for how uninteresting it is..lol, oh well, I’m not exactly trying to win a pulitzer prize here. So I’ve read enough of these by now that I think I have the hang of what you guys want.

My obligatory background details – I am a 34 yr old married mother of a young child. My husband and I have been together a bit over 10 years, married for 6. I do my best to keep my shit together, but I am by no means a model mom. If you are hoping to picture one of those cute yoga pant wearing soccer mom’s, sorry, I’m not your girl. Think more of a nerdy, Harry Potter reading, video game playing (when I’m not tied down with mom duties) sort of domesticated hippy chick who has a purple streak of hair. I’m not tall (5’4″), I’m not big/fat, but I’m not a hard bodied Venus either. My husband has often told me I have an amazing ass, but I’m fairly lacking in chest. Smaller-ish boobs that aren’t anything to brag to your friends about. Bottom line is, I think if you saw me in the store picking out vegetables, if you are a nerdy gamer guy that doesn’t get many chances with women I’d be the girl you met online gaming that you secretly had a little crush on but never had the guts to say anything to. However, if you were the good looking suburban dad who lives in a million dollar house, you wouldn’t really take note of me. I’m not brave enough to post a picture of myself on here just yet, so this will have to do. Read more »