Fantasy #1 first post. Me (F/29) w/ my BF and his best friend (F/M/M, DP, rough, submissive) slow beginning, but give it a chance, it gets hot AF.

Disclaimer: Trying to start a series with all my deepest fantasies. This is my first. All names have been changed. Everything up to the scene on the couch is true, after that it’s all from the inner workings of my mind. Slow beginning and it is LONG. Hope you enjoy!

I’ve been with my boyfriend for over 8 years now. We met when I a little over 21; young and shy, I’d only been with one guy before him. After being together for a short while he introduced me to his best friend and his girlfriend. They’d known each other for a long time. Ever since I’d met him, I’d been smitten with Travis.

It was something about the way he carried himself. So confident, so strong. Rough, rugged, a slight air of cockiness. I was so attracted to him. The way he presented himself came across as so domineering. I wanted to experience that from someone more than anything. My submissive mind craved after him. I began to worry myself as I started to believe I was becoming too enamored, slightly obsessed. But I brushed it off.

A Raunchy Quarantine in the Woods [MF]

Becca and I met while working for a now bankrupt company. We chatted at office parties and I felt there was chemistry, but I’ve never been the work-fling type. She was an introverted and unconventionally attractive girl from a small town upstate who was really into hikes, farms, animals and things like that. We clicked over old music, mostly, and random things. I had fantasized about pulling her by her brown hair and clapping her thick thighs to some Sade a few times, but never made a pass.

After the company went broke, I figured I’d ask her out to see a jazz band we both liked. She was down. After the show, we had a few drinks and I told her I’d been meaning to ask her out for awhile now and that I had always found her attractive. She blushed, but shortly after that she told me she had this “other thing” she had to go to. I told her we should go out again another time but didn’t make much of it because I wasn’t sure she was interested. I was heavily into dating apps at the time and was used to the dating lottery.

Enter Paul [Bi] [mMF] [cuck] [Mdom] [Msub] [Fsub] [huml]

I’d wanted this for so long.

Finding a younger guy to be our bull had been a fantasy of mine for years. Being in our late twenties, we’re just old enough that it’s taboo to find an eighteen or nineteen year old guy with a nice dick. I’m into age differences because they excite me. There’s something wrong about having someone much younger or older than you fuck you hard.

There are challenges with it, though. Consent is always important, and with older men it’s less of an issue. Most older men have their shit together in a way Meredith and I don’t yet. In that way, our maturity is the limiting factor due to a lack of relative life experience compared to an older bull.

With a young college guy, those expectations are flipped. There are plenty of horny and energetic men that would love to fuck a married woman, and many of them wouldn’t mind doing it in front of her husband. But we need someone that has enough of a head on their shoulders that they can communicate and understand the state of things outside of the bedroom. That takes time and patience, and we’ve gone through dozens of guys trying to find the right one. The one who understands the balance Meredith and I are trying to strike while not being so level-headed that we lose the heat young men tend to have. We still need someone ten years younger than Meredith to force her face down ass up and use her pussy like he owns it.

I 35[M] hate fucked my 25[F] enhanced coworker, no regrets.

I worked with Callie for 3 years before we finally hooked up. She was a fitness junkie and vein as hell. She did some modeling while she was a teenager and mentioned it with regularity. In college she alpine skied competitively in winter and water skied in summer. After college she hired a personal trainer, spent a bunch of money on clothing (short, tight dresses and athleisure wear) and managed to gather a decent number of instagram followers (~25k). Within an hour of meeting her I learned that she had one instagram post with over 100k likes…I guess that was supposed to impress me? I’m 36 and don’t give two fucks about social media.

We worked in sales together. Her greatest skill as a sales person was having a wealthy, well connected family, a gorgeous strawberry blonde hair framed face, and a fantastic ass. Her well connected family got her the job, a job which would usually require 4-6 years of real experiences and an existing book of business, but the owner of my company had no problem hiring her, giving her a 6 figure salary and giving her all the runway she could ask for to build her sales book.

Final Fantasy : Friends in Need – Chapter 3 (MFFF, Final Fantasy, Fang, Vanille, Lightning, Impregnation, Big Cock, Creampie,)

Previous Chapter – [https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/firo4f/final_fantasy_friends_in_need_chapter_2_mfff/](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/firo4f/final_fantasy_friends_in_need_chapter_2_mfff/)

Hope slowly stirred awake after another incredible night of passion shared with Lightning, Fang, and Vanille. His entire body ached all over but fortunately, he was lying on a bed of shimmering silk coverings. They felt liquid soft against his back and the underside of his fingers as he slowly rose up from the pillows to examine his surroundings. He appeared to be in some sort of bedroom, but the walls looked very different compared to those that he had gotten used to in Vanille and Fang’s residence. He wore no clothing, nor did he see any sign of them anywhere in the bedroom occupied by cabinets and night tables made of wood that appeared to be tropical in origin.

“Where am I?” Hope asked as he moved off the bed and finally set his feet back on the ground. The area around him was devoid of sound but unfortunately wasn’t devoid of smell. Hope caught a whiff of the sea, but the much stronger smell was his own body odor. He smelled of sex and sweat and decided the first thing he needed to do would be to get cleaned up. Hope eventually found a bathroom with a built-in shower. The young man had no clothes to shed so he quickly stepped in and turned on the water. With a few adjustments to the valves, he had hot water spraying over his body. His lean form soon became covered in water and he found nearby bottle of shampoo and body wash to get nice and clean.

Special Delivery – part 1 [Bondage]

“You want me to do WHAT?!” Marc yelled. Sarah glanced round the corridor quickly, making sure nobody heard his outburst.

“Keep your voice down,” she hissed, “just think about it, ok?”. Marc nodded and headed off; Sarah watched him go, trying to decide if she’d pushed him a bit too far.

They’d both worked for the same delivery company for years, Sarah as a picker in the warehouse, Marc as a delivery driver. They’d become friends quickly and eventually had started a causal relationship.

When they first hooked up Sarah was shocked at how inexperienced Marc was; he’d only had 1 girlfriend and ever done missionary. She couldn’t believe it, he was drop dead gorgeous; 6’4”, towering over her tiny 5’2” stature, short stylish brown hair, just the right amount of facial hair that was well groomed and muscles that filled out the company polos in all the right ways.

While he might have been inexperienced, the biggest thing Marc had going for him was he had zero limits, he was totally up for anything. That suited Sarah just fine, she was sick of guys who claimed to be “kinky” but would baulk at whatever perverted idea she came up with next. Hopefully her latest idea hadn’t found his limit though.

Curious about how I did on this piece

So let me preface this by saying I do not typically write erotica but quarantine does stuff to a person. Any who I actually write fantasy and long story short I ended up in a writing mood today and instead of working on more pre writing for my fantasy novel, I got this idea for two of my story’s characters. Wrote it up, actually ended up really liking it but I have no real experience in this genre so I thought I’d seek the opinion of more knowledgeable individuals than myself; namely you fine people. But in all seriousness I wrote this for fun to see if I could and ended up liking it quite a lot and found myself feeling extremely curious as to how it measures up. So please if you would give it a read and any feedback would be greatly appreciated.

https://docs.google.com/file/d/1ol_hFZ_taHxAdzmR3S9jY8DapfNxMgxV/edit?usp=docslist_api&filetype=msword

On the Train (Part 2)

A little fantasy, for part 1 go [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/fu84bm/on_the_train_mf/).

It’s been a week since the rape and you can’t get it out of your head. You’ve been masturbating every day, sometimes even twice, trying to satiate your dark desires, reliving every memory, every touch; an orgasm so extreme you’ve never even come close to experiencing before. You have an amazing boyfriend and you two have had sex multiple times since the event but he couldn’t quite please you in the way you felt from the rape. Your thoughts wander mindlessly until you suddenly notice a man sit beside you on your train ride home. It’s late at night, 11PM. You had to stay late a school to finish some extra work and the train is almost deserted except for a couple of passengers in the front. You sat at the back, hoping for some quiet and down time. The man who sat beside you is easily twice your size, you never got a good look at your rapist but you definitely felt his body against yours and this man next to you seems eerily close in physique. You turn to the window, pretending to ignore the man but secretly you can’t help but wonder. You begin to notice a small tingling sensation down below as if in anticipation of something…

Sort of a Secret. Ch1 – Burgers? [OC, FF, Mast,]

(This is a fantasy, grounded in reality. At some points the two will diverge, but I’ll leave that to you, when it happens.

I’ll give you a hint: Not Yet.

And by the way, she knows. That I’m writing this. She think’s it’s hilarious. I think she’s hilarious.)

I have always loved secrets. Shared ones, especially. And this counts, I think. I mean, it’s not as if anybody found out. Well one person did. And now you, of course. But you won’t tell, will you?

An office, quite a few offices ago, now. The day before a bank holiday weekend. I can’t tell you which, exactly. I’m not great with dates. Faces, scents, meals, outfits, those I’m better with.

But anyway, it was that dead day before the long weekend, the place was more than half empty, and everyone who was there was resentful, counting down time until they could get out and start whatever it was they did when they weren’t on the 12th floor on this old block. Especially as it was sunny, for once. That risk, what if it doesn’t last? That feeling of wasting time.

[M]y First Time With A [T]ranswoman

Hello!!!

I want to share my story here, my first time wth a Transwoman.

So here it goes…

Background – I was 21 and I was in college. I had been fantasizing about transwomen for quite some time back then, been watching porn and was too deep into it already. For some reason, I never found men or women quite as attractive as transwomen. I was getting desperate to meet one and felt like I was losing control of myself. I couldn’t sleep, eat, study, anything. I was just obsessed with them – every hour of the day, I used to think about nothing but them. I had been thinking about going to an escort but there aren’t any good ones in my city.

A short trip with friends – Finally I had an opportunity to go to another city where there are a lot of good escorts. The gang has decided to go on a trip and I had enough time to research the escorting scene there. My friends had no idea that I was into transwomen. I started doing my research about the hotels and escorts in the area. I had help from some nice people from an escorting forum and settled on one.