Tag: Fantasy

[F]riend makes class more interesting

My second story was at as well received as my first so I was think I’d revisit the friend from my first story.

I graduated high school in the late 90s so the fashion of the time for girls was skirts with tights or thigh high socks and chunky heels! It was a dream come true for someone with a sock and tight fetish (see my last story). As I stated my friend has always been my sexual deviant partner until we were both married. Girlfriends and boyfriends never stopped us using each other to explore. The story I told last time about where my fetish more then likely started was and is a well known fact to my friend. She has used it to tease and fulfill on many occasions! One of my personal favorites was in the towns library while my girlfriend (her best friend) was there with us. Read more »

Fantasy novel/ shortstory with harem and Dom/Sub elements?

Does anyone know a fantasy story or novel with mostly a Dom/Sub relationship between the MC and the girls. Maybe he’s a warrior and they are conquests.

Fantasy erotica is easy enough to find on amazon, but something this specific is hard, because theres no tag system.

Billionaire Breeding Agency (MF) (breeding) (Pregnancy) (BDSM) (Orgasm Denial)

If you missed Chapters 1-3 they can be read [here](https://rileyblackstone.com/2020/02/25/billionaire-breeding-agency-1/)

# Chapter 4

Michelle squealed in delight as she stood naked in her private bathroom. The plus sign seemed to glow on the pregnancy test she held in her trembling hands. She grabbed her phone and snapped a picture, sending first to Sheila, then to the old man. She knew that he had a fetish for impregnating young women and expected him to be exceptionally horny when he came home.

Michelle walked to the bed, stretching her nubile body across the comforter as she imagined the life growing inside her. Her hands felt her small breasts, slowly pinching and releasing the nipples, imagining the thrill of milk squirting out of them, wondering if the old man would like to watch the milk dribbling between her fingers. The thought made her pussy throb.

Slowly her hands slid down to her still-flat stomach. She imagined her skin being stretched as the baby grew inside her, imagined the weight of the old man pressing down on her growing belly as he continued to use her. Now that the contract was fulfilled, he could do almost anything to her, use her however he wanted. Read more »

It’s a Business, Man. [Fantasy] [Slave] [mf]

This was written as a response to a r/dirtywritingprompt but i thought it might be of interest here.
Original Link – https://www.reddit.com/r/DirtyWritingPrompts/comments/f8mq7d/ip_welcome_to_the_slave_auction_each_girl_or_guy/

Feedback and constructive criticism welcomed!

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Kolvan pulled sharply on the metal handle of the large wooden door swinging it open. The tall elf strode confidently through the entrance to the marketplace with his right-hand man, Torgan the Orc, following closely behind.

“Hello Sir,” the perky elf behind the reception desk said “were you coming to see our wares today? Only 3 gold pieces for you both to enter and then all our merchandise inside is for sale.” She smiled politely as she leant her hand over the counter expectantly. Kolvan waved his hand and moved towards the second set of doors as Torgan was left to hand over the gold pieces.

“Welcome Sir’s”.” one of the two armed Orcs, acting as both the welcoming party and securing, said as they made their way towards double doors to the ‘showroom’.

Kolvan stepped inside and breathed deeply, his eyes breathing in the sights, his ears devouring the sounds of the busy marketplace and the almost tangible taste of quality wares being tested and sold on his palette. Read more »

[FM] A walk on the wild side

Like most 19 year old guys I had a massive crush on my girlfriends mother Rita. Brunette, great figure, pretty face and the ability to be hot without trying, she was nigh on perfect fantasy material.
Kate, my girlfriend, had gone on an overnight course to do with her college so I decided to go hiking in the local forest, potentially sleeping out for the night.
“Do you fancy some company?” Rita asked as I called round to collect some kit I’d left with Kate.
“Sure” I replied “Why not”
“Great, it’s ages since we went on a walk”
I had been on a lot of walks with Rita and Kate but this was to be the first time it was just the two of us.
The sun was shining brightly as we set off, my small pack sticking to my back within minutes.
Rita was dressed in a white cotton tee shirt, the outline of a black bikini top clearly visible, a pair of shorts made out of sweat pant material and her shoulder length hair in a ponytail under a red baseball cap.
We chatted about nothing in particular as we walked along enjoying the heat of the day and the stunning woodland, stopping occasionally for a drink of water I had with me. Before long I needed to pee and began searching for a place to get off the track.
“There’s no one about” said Rita grinning “Just whip him out, I promise not to look”
“Let me know if anyone appears” I said turning slightly away from her gaze.
I had no idea if Rita was watching me but the thought of being this close to her with my dick in my hand was fantastic. I finished and turned towards her still putting my knob away, I knew she had seen it.
We continued our walk in a strange silence for a while until Rita spoke “I really need to pee”
“There’s no one around” I chided “Just whip her out”
Rita laughed ” I dont think so, I need a bit of privacy”
About 100 yards along the track there was a massive holly Bush off to the side “Go behind there” I said pointing
“Good idea” Rita said jogging off ahead of me.
I slowly followed hoping to catch a glimpse of her but soon realised it was very unlikely, the bush several feet thick.
“Can you come round here?” Rita asked “This place is amazing”
Behind the holly there was an open area of ground that was bathed in sunlight, all four sides covered by thick foliage, it was the perfect hiding spot.
“Wow!” I said “It’s incredible. You could get up to all sorts in here and no one would ever know”
“My thoughts exactly”
Rita moved towards me and began to kiss me. My initial shock was soon replaced with an animalistic desire as our tongues fought against each other. My hardness grew swiftly and Rita wasted no time dropping to her knees and devouring my shaft. There was no way I could last very long so I lifted her to her feet and span her around. Her shorts were quickly yanked down and I drove into her wetness, her swollen lips grasping onto me. Our movements were in sync, the lust palpable as the feeling of orgasm surged through us. This was unlike sex I had ever had before, Rita knew her body well and how to use it. All too quickly I felt my seed rising and with a guttural grunt I unloaded deep inside my girlfriends mother, her legs trembling as I did.
Needless to say this wasn’t the only time I spent with Rita but those are stories for another day.

He’s getting there. M F CNC

Most of this story is true and happened only last weekend. I do admit I’ve polished the story and embellished some parts. On mobile. 

He pulled my hair and made me get to my knees in front of him. I smirked at his efforts but played along. We’d talked about my fantasy many times and I was at the point where I didn’t think he’d actually be able to do it. He’d go so far, but the second I resisted strongly, he’d let me go. Rape fantasy isn’t for everyone and my partner was a gentle soul. He had never hurt me and I didn’t believe he ever could, even to pretend! But I’d been nasty lately. I’d been saying how I knew he couldn’t take me. How he lacked the balls to even try. I mocked him. I’d been drinking too much lately too, causing my mouth to run more than usual. I could be a cunt when I wanted. I guess I’d been a bigger one than I knew.  Read more »

A Bold Move [MF][exh][1st][oral]

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The history of my sex life is generally uneventful and
boring. There is one stark exception, though, which I
will tell you about now, the only really wild and
spontaneous encounter I’ve ever had. It is also a
cautionary tale, one that I hope others may learn from.
This is how it really happened:

My college dorm had an unusual arrangement for its
bathrooms. The dorm was divided vertically into
“entries,” small units with 6 rooms per floor. Each
floor had a single co-ed bathroom with two stalls, two
latrines, and a double shower. The arrangement was
probably quite sensible back when the dorm (in fact,
almost the entire school) had been men-only.

With women in the picture, new etiquette had evolved.
The bathroom door was normally open. If you were in the
bathroom, you closed the door. If you needed to use the
bathroom and the door was closed, you knocked – the
occupant would either reply “come in” if they were in a
closed stall or just doing their hair or whatever, or
“go away” if they were naked or just didn’t like
sharing. Read more »

Becoming a nasty MILF bimbo [MF][hotwife]

Hi r/gonewildstories! I’ve been a lurker for a long time and finally worked up the courage to make a post. I’m a married, 39 year old woman, and I noticed that most of the posts on this sub are by younger sluts who are very daring and out there, so I hope you guys would enjoy hearing stories from an older milf as well. :)

I’ve always been a pretty sexual person, and my husband loved that about me, but due to the fact that we’ve been so busy with our careers, we haven’t really had a chance to explore that side of me. My husband is not a very… vigorous lover, and most of the time we’d end up just talking about our fantasies rather than act them out, and oftentimes they’d involve… someone else besides my husband because some of the things we wanted to happen in the fantasies are kinda unrealistic for my husband. I’ve always been a very submissive girl in bed, and my husband never really took advantage of that. I wanted to be roughed up in bed, slapped, spit on, have my hair pulled, my face stepped on… Just typing that out is already turning me on… But my husband just couldn’t do any of that, even though he too loved to talk about it, watch porn with that kind of stuff in it, etc. I guess thinking about it and doing it are two different things for him. Read more »

Welcome Party [flash erotica] [orgy] [oral, vaginal] [lesbian] [neighbors]

**Go to the bottom of the post if you want to learn *{~*~} Claire’s Golden Principle {~*~}* before you read. If you don’t, that’s totally fine.**

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# This is the greatest welcome party I’ve ever had.

I read online that this apartment building was friendly and open-minded. That was an understatement.

I wasn’t completely surprised when all ten of my neighbors greeted me the day I moved in. I was flattered that they all called me beautiful. I was a little off-put when they asked about my relationship status (single, at the moment), but it’s no secret that neighbors can be nosy. I appreciated the fact they invited me over for dinner. I accepted, but then I sort of regretted it when they told me to “wear something that’s easy to take off.”

Now it’s after dinner, and they’re taking their clothes off.

I’ve only known these people for a week, but none of them seem self-conscious undressing in front of me. Their boobs and balls and penises flop around while they all neatly fold their clothes and put them in cubbies. One neighbor — an older woman in her sixties — gestures to the empty cubby next to hers. That one’s mine, apparently. Read more »

Weekend Getaway [flash erotica] [public sex] [oral] [breakup] [vacation]

**Go to the bottom of the post if you want to learn *{~*~} Claire’s Golden Principle {~*~}* before you read. If you don’t, that’s totally fine.**

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# This was supposed to be my blissful post-breakup weekend getaway.

I finally break up with my boyfriend because I’m tired of telling him he needs to “communicate with me.” Then I cash in my airline miles for the cheapest place that can give me sunburn. The winner is the Arizona desert.

I charge two nights at a nice resort on my credit card, pull on my too-small bathing suit in my room, turn off my cell phone, and go to the pool.

When I sit on a chaise lounge chair with a massive margarita, I vow my only goals are to get stupidly drunk and imagine ways all of the happy couples will meet untimely deaths.

I imagine a newlywed couple getting explosive diarrhea in the hot tub when a bird poops on my shoulder.

“Ugh!”

“Oh no.” A pair of khaki shorts rushes next to me. “Ginger, that was rude.”

I grimace. “My name isn’t Ginger.” I dip my napkin in my margarita since I have no other liquid to clean my shoulder. Read more »