My doctor is a hot Asian woman. I’m getting a physical from her in a few weeks and I can’t stop jerking off to her photos. She’s so beautiful and I stare at her face and imagine her checking out my prostate and then suddenly deepthroating it. I’ll be her last patient of the day so in my fantasy everyone else has left and she lets me stand up and fuck her throat. She has no tits but she’s beautiful and curvy so it doesn’t matter. She’s so fucking hot.
Tag: Fantasy
The Corporate Goddess: My Boss Uses Me to Explore Her Deepest Fantasies, Part I. (MF).
It looked so cliche. The large, oval shaped table in the middle of the conference room, outlined by men in ties and women in power suits. Several shades of gray adorn the floor, walls, and window treatments. I sit at the back of the table, one of the minions, my voice doesn’t count. I’ve been at Sabre Marketing for two years. My job title is the same now as when I was hired; co-associate. I feel numb being another shade gray in this sea of monotony.
The regional Assistant Manager, Sabrina, is about to enter the room for her monthly report. She is the one perk to keeping this job. I am nothing to her, but laying eyes on her once a month is the highlight of my time here. She enters, walking briskly, holding folders and papers. Her heels clank against the hard wooden floor.
Sabrina is incredible, her black hair always tied neatly back, not a strand out of place. Her pants and blazers always form fitting, but professional. Today, she wore white, which complimented her golden brown skin, and contrasted her black hair and eyebrows. Her figure could not be contained by her business attire. Her waist narrowed dramatically, giving way to her healthy, fertile looking hips. Then there is her ass. Perhaps the most perfect ass I’ve ever seen. It is round and shapely, but it is clear that she takes care of her body.
The Elephant in The Room [taboo][daddy/daughter][forbidden][fiction]
***This is a purely fictional story. All characters are 18 and older***
“Look at her.” I whisper to myself looking out the back window from the kitchen. Staring at Amber sunbathing. My eyes trace every curve of her young delicate body. I find myself completely mesmerized, drawn into her beauty. Drawn to the sex appeal of my own little girl. I shouldn’t have the thoughts I do about her. It’s a dark secret that I keep locked away except for moments like these. She has no idea what she does to me. She is poison to everything that is right in me and fuel to the fire of everything that is wrong. I draw a single swig from the bottle of whiskey. The harsh yet smooth burn flows down me, washing over the dark lust inside me. “Stop” I whisper, trying to convince myself to stop, yet my eyes feast at the sight of her as she lays in the rays of the sun. Her body glistening. Her body calling me.
This is wrong
It has been five years since I am in Pune. I still remember the day I cam here and when my dad came to drop me. Teary eyed, he was having hard time saying good bye to his only son. Frankly I too was feeling bad. After all his Abhi was going to stay alone in an alien city for the first time. Abhi for Abhimanyu that is what all use to call me.Why my parents decided to name me after a person who was killed in battle still baffles me. I tired asking but never found satisfactory answers. I had never been out of my hometown which means I was never out of their eye sight for a long time. The most I can recollect is when I had to go for some school camp which was about three or five days. My mom is a very sentimental person, so when I told her that I had to move to Pune for my job, she did not talk to me for the whole day. My mom cried so much when I was leaving that I almost had a change of heart and decided that I better live with my parents with some meager salary than work for some reputed company. After all what is the use of all the money when you don’t have your loved ones with you to enjoy it.
The Breeder and the Wolves [MF] [FMMMMM] [Fantasy] [Preg]
The wolves were finally reaching their most desperate when they put out the call to the Breeder. The last female of breeding age was growing older, closer to when she would be able to breed no longer. And yet, the curse still held. This truly would be the last generation, just as the witch had said.
The Chief put out word that they would pay any price for a Breeder’s service, provided she would be willing to stay for an extended period to ensure enough females were birthed to continue the Lineage. And finally, one arrived.
She was a squat Goblin, barely three feet tall, but the soft thickness of her thighs and curvature of her ass showed she was more than experienced. With her, was a much thinner Goblin girl, one with barely any chest or hips visible under her simple leather cloak. Both had the same shade of blue-black hair, vibrant green skin, and glowing yellow eyes. The Breeder wore tight leathers barely covering her breasts and nethers, thigh boots so tightly laced that her flesh bulged over, threatening to spill free at a moment’s notice.
Rendezvous at the Red Room [FM, MFFM] [Written For Her Pleasure]
*This is written for a lady, you have to take on her mindset to enjoy it. All you have to know about her is that she’s beautiful, has a bit of a submissive streak, and deserves endless pleasure.*
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The doorbell rings. You rush to your front door; you open it to find nothing but a lonely package sitting on your doorstep. The package is small, the size of a ring box, and it is rather unremarkable. The dull ivory of the box is only offset by the baby blue bow that holds the lid on. You undo the bow, remove the lid and find as you expected, as you hoped for, a key and a note. The note reads:
> Red Room #843; I will arrive at three o’clock this afternoon. Leave a note with the front desk telling me where you will be waiting. The bow that sealed this box: if I find you wearing in your hair I will take you right then and there. Be sure to dress appropriately.
The Start [hotwife][M+F]
There’s something wrong with me. I should be jealous, I should be pissed, I should be embarrassed, but I’m not. My cock is rock hard and I am more turned on than I have ever been in my life. My beautiful wife is bent over with her tight ass in the air and her face buried in the couch, while my friend is behind her driving his massive dick into her tight pussy. Her moans of pleasure are muffled by the pillows but they can not be contained. There is definitely something wrong with me. How the fuck did we get here? My perfect wife, the woman I love with all of my heart is behaving like a porn star and I can’t look away. I’m afraid to even touch my cock for fear that it will explode.
It started as a normal night with friends. Drinks were flowing. Party games were being played. It was nothing out of the ordinary. My wife Kay kinda fancies herself a bartender and a she makes amazing cocktails. We both enjoy them, maybe a bit too much sometimes.
Stranger on the bus [rape] [non-con] [first time] [creampie)
All characters in this story are 18 or older. This all fantasy. If this could trigger you I would advise you not to read this story. I do not condone rape in any kind. This is my first time writing erotica and I hope you enjoy
A cold breeze ruffled my hair as I quietly waited at the bus stop. I silently cursed the stupid school officials who made us wear these ridiculous skirts. In the distance I see the bus approaching the stop. My heartbeat quickened. I have some very bad memories from the rides of this line. Terrible ones. But my family can’t afford a taxi and it’s too far to walk to granny’s place. So I always take the bus.
The ride is still a bit empty. I quickly scoot towards the back and get a seat at the window. We pass a few stations before we halt at a rather busy stop. Lots of people get one and the bus is getting packed.
Pet Adrianna NSFW
This short story is completely fictitious created by the author’s imagination. It contains adult content and themes of violence against women and captivity. If adult content or these themes offend you, do not continue. This short story is intended for fantasy purposes only.
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Even though it is 2020, I am your stereotypical 1950s housewife. I stay at home with the kids, clean all day, cook every meal with an apron on, and manage the household. I love the role of the domestic goddess and it is a part I play very well. However, the monotony of everyday life leaves me longing for something exhilarating that makes me feel alive.
A few weeks ago, I began to daydream about what could give me the thrills I desperately craved. I imagined owning a sports car and the adrenaline rush from driving it fast. I bought an American muscle car and the rush I got from the force pressing against my body as I accelerated only made my thrill-seeking desires more insatiable.
Whisper [MF]
It was late at night and I was feeling really horny. I had been broken up with my ex for so long. I had so much pent-up desire in me. I needed an outlet to be naughty.
I installed the app called Whisper. To those who do not know, the app allows you to post something anonymously, like a Post Secret thing, and only your sex, gender, and distance from the others using the app are posted. The app allows its users to ❤️ and comment on the post, and chat with the person who posted privately. Since you are not required to register to use the app, you are in control of the information you share to others.
My first posts were random musings and realizations about life in general. This however quickly developed into posting a semi-revealing photo of myself.
Those who ever used Whisper and did the same thing would know that when you post something like this, you would get a ton of messages trying to chat you up. I replied to a few of them. One was from a guy not to far away from me. The chats were wholesome at first. He was witty and funny. He was much older, and he was smarter than anyone I’v ever had a chat with. Later, we graduated to flirty, and then intimate. Not too naughty though. Just shared past experiences and fantasies.