Tag: Fantasy

Meeting up – Chapter 1. [M/F] [Rough / BDSM]

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Have you ever surprised yourself so much with a sexual fantasy that you felt disgusted afterwards? She asked, whilst taking a sip of the amaretto sour I ordered for her. I tend to order girls light drinks when I first meet them, I like to make sure that we’ve gotten to know each other, that there’s no surprises later that night and that we’re on the same page.

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She seemed like an interesting character, yet strangely everyday. Most likely she dressed up a little extra for the occasion and put on a dress she normally doesn’t wear, she looked good in it, respectable and confident, more so than the usual girls I meet.

-Well, that depends on what you mean? I am not into poop / blood etc. but of course my fantasizes can be quite absurd sometimes.. to be honest though, I do not normally feel disgusted or regret even in real life, I tend to take it for what it is in the moment and enjoy it.

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But what about forbidden stuff like, rape scenarios or incest etc? she asks.

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My Teen Fucktoy Fantasy

I’ve been lurking Reddit for a little while and it’s made me think two things. 1. How grateful I’m that there are so many sexy real girls out there happy to share there bodies and dirty thoughts with us strangers. 2. How much of a huge fantasy having my own teen fucktoy has become!

It’s a fantasy that plays out in my 34 year old mind every time I get horny. Meeting up with a petite 18-20something who is driven to be “used” by an older guy for his own satisfaction!

I imagine it starting out with her completely naked, me completely dressed, but stiff! Telling her to show me the holes I’m going to use. Putting her on her knees, face down and ass up, reaching back to spread her tight pink pussy and asshole. “Are you going to let me take these holes” I’d ask as I spit into her twitching, hot gape. “Use my all my holes, please” she would respond. Pulling her hair back to lift her head up, the first hole I’d use is her eager mouth. Unbuttoning my jeans, letting my hard cock spring out, I’d take her throat for a sloppy wet ride. Only stopping when, my cock, my balls, her face and tits were sufficiently dripping enough in warm saliva! Read more »

Jenny (1/2) [FM] [Oral] [Party]

**For context, this story follows Jenny, a lead character from my Hot Tub Fiasco series, in her back story to explain her slutty antics. It is not required to read that series to understand information here but it is of course encouraged.**

Jenny was raised in a large home by her mother and father. They were exceptionally wealthy because her father owned a company and her mother was an orthopedic surgeon. Seemingly a match made in heaven, they were able to provide more than enough for their princess, Jenny, as she grew up.

This was the tone that was set during her childhood at least. Once Jenny reached middle school her mind had matured enough and she could see that her castle was nothing more than a fantasy.

Jenny’s mother and father would constantly argue at times they thought Jenny was asleep or averting her attention elsewhere. They honestly had been wanting a divorce for years but kept their marriage because their lives were too tightly tied together in more ways than one, including Jenny.

Though she learned this, Jenny never vocally acknowledged it for herself or anyone. She knew at a young age that it would be best not to mention it and go on with life as she pleased. Read more »

Thanks, Dad! (Part two) [Mf] [Fatherly] [Genital Inspection] [Adoptive Daughter]

My initial plan was scrapped. Try as I might, I couldn’t bring myself to drug Sophie and Ella in order to strip El down to have my way with her. I felt bad enough sneaking around to get a glimpse of Soph bringing Ella to the most beautiful orgasms. Adding rapist to the list of shitty dad and disgusting pervert was just too much. So I suffered weeks of El in tight tops without a bra and tiny shorts that outlined her ass and pussy, resorting to long showers and retrieving El’s panties from the wash to sniff and rub my cock with.

I was blessed with a fresh pair as she came by while I was gathering laundry. She literally stopped me as I was walking out, “Wait, I just went for a run and wanted to change, can you wash these for me too, dad?” she asked. I nodded and waited outside of her room so she could change and she came out in a new outfit, throwing the soiled ones in the wash then kissed my cheek, “Thanks, Dad, you’re the best!” Read more »

The Filipina Waitress [Chapter One] [MF, Romance, Cheating]

I walk in with my tie loosened, looking like a real working man, and almost fooling myself into feeling like one, too. Noticing I’m alone, the hostess asks if I’d like to be seated at the bar. I decline. I brought my book, and I don’t want a screen shoved in my face while I enjoy it.

She takes me to a small table in the corner with two seats. I look around – it’s moderately busy for a Tuesday evening. I loosen my tie until it comes off and undo the second button, sitting with my back to the wall.

The jacket is off and the book is open when the water comes. This is my life now, whether I like it or not. With a family depending on me at home – even from hours away – every waking moment has to be dedicated to the pursuit of improvement: physically, mentally, or spiritually.

“Do you want anything else to drink?” asks a voice as clear as the water before me. I give the waitress a brief once-over. She’s cute. Tan skin that somehow reminds me of honey, with dark hair in a ponytail that cascades around her shoulder and close to her left elbow. Her eyes are almond shaped and looking down at me in a dark hazel glow. Read more »

Greg or Eight penis tentacle hell beast seeks nice woman for walks on the beach [F-monster] [Tentacle] [romance] – Part 2

Beth waited for Greg to show up. He usually dropped by to see if he had anyone interested on Thursday, in the hopes he’d have a date for the weekend. She was glad she could give him the good news for one, he always tried to act not disappointed when she had to tell him no. She heard someone outside yell “Holy shit!” Greg was here.

“Hiya Beth! Got you those cookies I promised” He was carrying a Tupperware container, setting them on the counter.

“You are such a dear” Beth takes out a cookie and bites into it “what’s your secret you have to tell me”

“You know I can’t” he turns around to fake like he’s looking for spies “Its just a hint of cinnamon” holding a massive cock up to his mouth and her ear to whisper. Beth shivered, if only she wasn’t married and well lots more reasons.

“You have a match” she says proudly, sliding him a tape and a card with into. “Really?” Greg asks looking her “really?

She points down the hallway “booth 5 is open for you”. Greg goes down the hallway to watch the tape. Read more »

[MF] Cruise sex with a gorgeous Korean Redditor ?

I’ve been much of a story teller or writer but since my story goes with the Months Contest .. I’ll give it a try.

I went on a family cruise in Europe earlier this year, pre Covid. None of us outside our parents were particularly thrilled about the trip but it’s a trip our parents wanted to do. I roomed with my younger brother who hated the trip more than I did. Anyway, I tried to make the best of it so I made it a point to meet as many interesting people on the ship as I could. Read more »

Vulnerable in Darkened Woods [MF] [Vampire] [Fantasy] [Male rape]

The following is an excerpt from an interactive fiction work. I apologize in advance for any strange formatting as this is meant to be played as an HTML file.

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The torch in your hand keeps the chill of night at bay, but not so much the darkness. Despite the blinding light directly in your eyes, a torch is only good for so far before the pitch darkness of the forest threatens to swallow you again.

Why did you decide to make the trek to the next village so late in the day? The thought of saving a few coins does dangerous things to a person’s head, but you made it this far before sunset, and it’s much too late to turn back now. Still, those stories the inn-keeper told you about strange disappearances start to play on your imagination, and it’s not long before you break into a cold sweat.

After what feels like days of dread filled progress, the tree canopy thins, and the full moon and stars bring partial respite to the suffocating darkness.

To the left and right paths, you can see that the trees thin even further. Read more »

The Sluts of Wollenham (pt1) [fantasy, beastfolk, anal, MF]

One lass leads another through a wooded valley. The first, who goes by the name Blossom, is the taller of the two. Taking long strides, she makes her way with definite purpose. She might even have some idea where they’re are going. Her shorter, curly haired companion, known to everyone as Miss Boo, isn’t so sure. Both are town lasses, and any forest folk seeing them would consider them as such and nothing more. Blossom and Boo, themselves, would both disagree. Domestic life may have tamed them – or softened them, as the satyrs might say – but they still believe they retain some affinity with the wild places beyond the walls of Wollenham.

“Darling, I think you’re turning into some kind of fanatic,” Miss Boo tells her friend. “They say monomania is a sign of astral obsession – usually demonic.”

“Does it scare you?” Blossom replies, her eyes remaining fixed on the path up ahead.

“No not all – I’m only making an observation – to tell the truth, it’s fun seeing how far you’ll go.” Boo giggles.

“So you don’t disprove at all?” Read more »

Honeymoon With Mom – an 80s porn tribute – Chapter Six[FFM, Incest]

**CHAPTER SIX**

***Eighteen months ago…***

Her surprise upon first meeting Doctor Jacobsen in her downtown office must have shown on her face.

“Are you looking for a couch, Mrs. Crane?” The young blonde woman seated across from Nicole smiled sympathetically at her through of heavy black-framed glasses.

“I’ m sorry, what?” Nicole said.

“You’d think the stereotype would have gone and died long ago, but a surprising number of patients expect psychiatrists to work with a couch. I only know one therapist who uses one for his patients, and he’s quite elderly.”

Lindsay Jacobsen was far from elderly; in fact she looked barely old enough to have completed a doctor’s education. She was very slender, a little taller than Nicole, dressed in a conservative lavender silk blouse, navy skirt with matching pumps, and dark hose. At first glance she looked as if her people were from northern Europe, Denmark perhaps, but there was something indefinably exotic about her features that suggested more diverse ancestry. Read more »