Morning Light [MF]

In the morning light, her skin looks as soft as you know it feels.

Her pale, flushed form looks romantic against the sheets that you both ruined the night before, and she is looking at you inquisitively as you stand at the foot of the bed, impassively watching her. You raise an eyebrow at her – a silent command that she should continue what you’ve told her to do.

She takes a deep breath, looking every bit as innocent as you know she isn’t. This woman is the same person who has begged you to cum on her face, but she is giving you a coquettish look like she has never done this before. The contrast of her feigned innocence and what you know she’s capable of causes your cock to begin hardening. You cross your arms over your chest, an intimidating figure staring down at her, and she settles onto her back.

The Story of Cunt – Day One [serial] [BDSM] [Forced Feminization] [MF/FF]

*This is a story I worked on a short while ago, a realization of a fantasy on paper. I realized shortly thereafter that I could not actually do anything with it, so I will instead post it anonymously across seven days. I am not necessarily looking for notes or anything, because I can’t quite sell this, because I am a published writer and it would be ill-advised to have my name connected to this. I will however welcome comments and anything else.*

Day One

He was walked into the room, seemingly unaware that this would be the last time he would be able to walk under his own power for a week. Well, he was clearly aware. After all, he had agreed to it, even paid for it. The room would suggest impending doom in any other circumstance, adorned with a desk and nothing else. A door led into an unseen room. His mistress for the next seven days stood before him. She was much shorter than him and yet she demanded respect immediately. He was immediately hypnotized by her large piercing eyes, dark irises bordering on black, full lips thickened by her black lipstick, all accentuated by her beautiful sharp nose. She was shapely in all the right ways. Big protruding tits, a hint of a belly, wide hips and the thickest thighs he had ever seen. This is all he could make out at the time as Mistress was covered in a skin tight latex bodysuit. He had just walked in: he hadn’t so much as earned a peek yet.

The Lanzelt Prophecy: Prologue [Fantasy][FF]

The torches flickered lightly on the walls of the throne room. The shadows played across the walls, heaving masses of indistinguishable flesh. Much as the light, so too was the silence. The muted volume cascaded a near perfect silence. The only thing that dared break the silence were the occasional slurp, the near perfect rhythm of adoration. It went on like this for some time until a new sound met the rhythm in its ministrations, a light moan. Each and every so often the slurping would elicit another moan. The moan, in turn, would encourage. The sounds, once light and airy, intensified, devolving slowly into a guttural hunger.

Maia was especially attentive today, the Queen noticed. The young, redheaded, girl was attending to her ministrations with increasing vigor. From her perch on the throne, the Witch Queen watched the heaving of her servant’s perfect throne. Her long hair cascaded down her neck and across her back, every so often bouncing juicily as she moved her head. If it weren’t for her hair, the Witch Queen would have found herself inexplicably drawn to the black obsidian collar around Maia’s neck. The way it framed her lithe body and the power it had over the girl was absolutely intoxicating. It was like watching a woman on fire, her passion undeniable as she knelt between her goddesses legs and proved her devotion. Another moan escaped the Queen’s lips, forced out by the tongue of a redheaded vixen as she seized upon her goddess’ precious nub. Oh, it was good to be the goddess.

That Night: Listening for the Rain (continuation, romance, fantasy, daydream)

Your smile is a sight I can look at forever. Words can’t describe the overwhelming feelings I get when you look at me like that. I wanted this moment to drag on forever. Ours eyes locked while we grinned. We wanted the same thing. We craved eachother, Our touch, our taste, and our presence. The way you looked at me felt reassuring as I stroke your hair.
We laughed and giggled as my fingers poked your face playfully. I place my hand over your face, covering your eyes and nose. You playfully bite my hand.
Eventually you got the better of me and moved my hand out of the way. You giggled as you stood up, grab my face, and pull me for a kiss. My eyes closes whilst tasting your upper and lower lips. The rain didn’t stop and neither did we. You get comfortable meanwhile our lips wouldn’t stop hugging.
I feel you saddling on top of me as I sit on the couch. Your knees bent and you sit on my thighs. Im looking up at you while you look down at me. We continue to kiss passionately and once again; our lips smacking echoes throughout the apartment.
My hands gently grab your waist. I trace your curves, moving upwards towards your upper back. They move back down caressing your skin till reaching your breast. I massage them, how plumb they feel against my palm. I caress and groped, making a circular motion.
You lean closer to me. Gesturing me to kiss your chest, my lips embrace and hugs your breast. My tongue glides against your skin as my lips kisses. Focusing my attention on your nipple, I hear your beatiful moans. Your voice is like music to my hears. Hearing you gives me the greatest pleasure, knowing I’m making you feel good. That’s all I care when I’m with you.
We hear the sound of the rain, colliding against the windows. Reflecting our, gradually building, aggressive crave towards eachother. I feel your hands once again gripping my hair, pushing me closer to you. My arms wrapped around you while my hands are placed on your upper back. You gracefully lift your neck and chin, looking upwards. Seeing your upper body stretching, I recognized how you’re intoxicated with lust. You look back down, seeing me kiss and suck your nipples. Your warm heavy breathing coats my face while we make eye contact. Your feed back, moans, and groans, fuels me. Your actions and voice intoxicated me.
Your hands desperately reached for my pants. You struggle to unfastened, I feel you quivering. We both helped my pants off and what’s left of my clothing. We find ourselves almost being one, naked and embracing eachothers bodies.
Your hands reach for my throbbing shaft. Its twitches and leaks of pre cum when your delicate hands grips around it. I let out a moan and close my eyes. My warm, heavy, and unsteady, breathing hits your nipple. I look up at you and breath against your lips as you stroke me. I embrace the warm touch of your soft palm and fingers, wrapped around my shaft. You move your hands up and down towards my base, slowly. I feel completely under your control as you took charge of my pleasure. You watched me loose control as I’m filled with primal lust. I quiver and let out moans. I felt vulnerable but so comfortable under your care.
I couldn’t hold it any longer. Your other hand caress my face and reassured me, telling me to hold on. I’m losing my mind; I’m closing in to orgasming.
You place your palm on the tip, griping and covering the head of my shaft. You hold it for a few moments. You let me find my composure after the build up and teasing. You kiss me while griping my shaft sliding it against your folds. The sensation of our bare touch, rubbing against eachother, felt beatiful. My tip pierces your entrance and our moans vibrate through our mouths. We breath heavily as our forehead rest against eachother. You slowly sink down embracing my shaft. I caress and stroke your hair, comforting you as you take me in. We feel eachother; we take in the moment. We felt as one.
You arch your back. Your arms extend and reach for the frame of the couch, over my shoulders, and grip. My hands slides down your body and gently grabs your hips. I feel your hips move back and forth. We kiss while you move your hips in a circular motion. You move your body, slightly and ever so cautiously, up and down.
We let out moans as we feel eachother more and more. You begin to move your hips up and down with confidence. I feel your walls tightening around my shaft. I begin to grip your waist harder. I find myself looking down and breathing against your chest. My hands move up your back and pull you in closer. Your hands grip my hair and pull me closer to you. I find myself leaning towards you. Your hands slide down the back of my hand and grip my shoulders. We hear our bodies, smacking against eachother, echoing throughout the apartment. The sound of the rain reflects our agression. We felt like animals as we ran on pure primal instinct.
Your nails scratches and digs into my skin, on the back of my shoulders. I didn’t care about the pain, it just felt so good. I couldn’t help but move my hips, clashing against rhythm of your downward movements. The sound grew louder as we pound and pound. We slowly are coated with eachothers sweat. We shout, grunt, and screamed. We didn’t care if anyone heard us. For all we know, it was just you and me in this world. Nothing else mattered.
There was a storm outside. Lighting flashes. The sound of the rain, hitting the windows, was louder than ever before. Time didn’t seem to exist; we didn’t know how long we were feeling and grinding eachother.
I felt the sense of orgasms creeping up on me. We frantically breath into eachothers mouths; we continue moaning and moaning. We kept shouting and grunting. The sensation is creeping closer and closer, until we burst. We felt the spark of electricity jolting through our spines. We stared into eachother eyes, climaxing and our voices stutters.
I feel your body relaxing. I feel your head on my shoulder. My hand reaches the back of your head and gently held you. I feel and hear you catching your breath. I descend and lay on my back. I find your cheek resting on top of my chest. I stroke your hair and caress your face. I feel your small breaths against my skin. I find you sound asleep. I caress your hair to the side and reached to kiss your forehead. I close my eyes, embracing you as my arms wraps around you.
I hear the stormy rain turned into droplets of water drizzling. I can hear he intervals between, the droplets hitting the window, long and spaced out.

Tales of Erodale – Chapter 4 – [Fantasy, FFxOgre, Rough, Creampie, Femdom, Oral]

“Really wish that one of those guards had a smaller blade. Can’t use my guns or we’ll have a squad of guards right on top of us all over again.” Cadence, the skilled gunslinger and sharp-tongued beauty whispered towards her redheaded mage friend. Her brown and purple hair was still wet and some clung damply to the back of her neck as the skilled marksman rested against one of the walls inside of Queen Ariela’s castle. Rose’s magic had cleaned off all the cum and sexual juices from the girl’s skin and clothing but it had the side effect of having both girls as wet as if they had just stepped out of a lake.

Nearby, Cadence’s close friend Rose was looking around the left corner of the T intersection that they had arrived at.

“Well at least we have my magic.” Rose said, her voice kind and soft, not shy but definitely not hardened, even by the purpose she had embarked upon. Unfortunately, they had accumulated little success so far. After being waylaid by a tentacle creature guarding the dark queen’s garden, a group of guards had come across the two girls and believed them to be a pair of whores from the popular brothel in the town near the castle.

The first ti(m)e i had a threesome [MFF]

15 years ago i had my first threesome. Jen (18) was a pale red head, 5’6”, massive tits, sexy plump ass, and a just a bit chunky. Just what i was looking for in a woman at 19 yrs old. Jen and I would smash occasionally but never got serious. One day she came by my house after school with a friend(we will call her Bree). Jen and Bree was a fantasy pair. Bree (18) was a tan brunette, 5’7”, big tits, big ass and a small waist. The moment i saw Bree i wanted to rip her clothes off. She was wearing a plaid skirt that was high enough to show off her thick thighs.

So I pretend to not notice, and hold the conversation. Which was a very hard task to do because i kept catching myself staring at Brees thighs. So they leave and later that night I start to ask Jen about her relationship with Bree. She says they are lifelong friends and they have been through everything together. Me, being the witty 18 year old, asks Jen if they ever had a threesome. Jen smiles and said no. I said well are you open to it? She tells me she will think about it and decide if she will bring it up to Bree.

[MF] Nude photoshoot

I knew Ava from my freshmen year of college. We got along well because we were both kinda nerdy and liked skateboarding, anime and old sci-fi movies. She was a little more open about her love of Star Wars and everything geeky, whereas I was a little more withdrawn because I was into sports, and with that came the ridiculous stigma, “football players don’t watch Japanese cartoons”. In high school I was an athlete, and while I ran with a kind of ‘in-between’ crowd, youthful naivity kept my nerdiness closeted. I had an irriational fear of being socially ‘outed’ because nobody else was into that in my high school. College was great because I finally felt free to express myself and I met a ton of like-minded people. Ava caught my eye immediately because she was tan, fit, had short black hair (pulled back into a ponytail…I don’t know what it is about girls with short hair that drive me wild, it just does) with a juicy ass and pair of breasts to match. Despite her physique, she hadn’t been wildly likeable in school. She had run with the ‘nerd’ crowd and as a result, didn’t know how hot she was. Come high school graduation, she had become full-figure gorgeous. Despite my sports career, I was equally shy and the two of us meshed well. We dated for a few months before we broke up and went out separate ways. It was mutual.

True Life: I was a Cuckold in College & I Watched My Girlfriend Take a Big Dick (Part 1) [MF]

# INTRODUCTION

I didn’t always have a cuckold fantasy. Like many others I’ve spoken to it’s something that developed slowly over a long period of time, and for me, the process started with trauma. In high school I dated a girl named Alex. She was my first girlfriend, my first kiss, and the girl I lost my virginity to. Our relationship was mostly teenage puppy love and for the brief time that we did date, things were mostly good.

That changed once we graduated from high school. Alex went off to college in the summer leaving me behind as I didn’t start until the fall semester. The distance was tough and gradually I began to suspect something was wrong. Fast forward a couple of months and I learned the truth. Alex and I sat in my car in the parking lot of a Starbucks days after she returned from summer semester, and she confessed to me amid tears that she had slept with someone else. “It only happened one time,” she said. “It was an accident,” she insisted. “I love you,” she assured me.

[F]inally gave in, never looking back

So when I was 17 years old (no this is not a story about me at 17), a teammate of mine introduced me to “BBC Porn.” At that point in my life I had maybe watched pornography a handful of times in my life so naturally I pretended to be disgusted and told her to stop. Of course, somehow or another, it got embedded in my head and over the course of the next few months I started exploring that genre of pornography myself. Soon (after my 18th birthday of course) I was reaching out to partners online to play out these fantasies of mine involving black men. Life continued that way for years. A chat about it here, an online roleplay about it there, all the while getting lost deeper and deeper in this fantasy.