Tag: Fantasy

[FM] My ex turned me into sex slave for a day.

And it was amazing! Really!
I’m a really submissive girl, and my ex was really, really controlling.

(Sorry for any mistakes, english is not my first language lol)

That particular night I remember pretty well happened 7 months ago. My bf at the time and I were just laying in bed, touching each other and kissing. That was when he said, “I want to control you, fully.” And I was like, “you already do, silly.”
But he meant it in other ways.

“I want to control you for a full day. Starting early in the morning, finishing pretty late at night. Just have you all to my use.” And when I tell you I got fucking wet at just hearing those words, I’m not lying.

A few days later, we both took a day off work to finally put those thoughts into reality. I have barley any “boundaries” with partners that I really trust, yet we still discussed it all. One of of our kinks is free use. We do have a mutual friend we messed around with before that, and so he was the only one I was okay with sharing myself around. And so he would be included in our little fantasy tomorrow. Read more »

First time exploring [MM]y sexuality during a long, dark winter (long)

Standard apology in advance for typos on mobile. This happened a few years ago and I’ve been dying to explore more ever since.

I was in my early twenties at the time and feeling unusually lonesome after a long, dark winter in Canada. As a tall, daily gym-goer, it wasn’t particularly difficult to attract the attention of women, but for about 6 years prior, I had been thinking about what it would be like to be with another man. The thoughts and fantasies first started coming to me like a snap out of the blue in university while on a trip abroad. I found myself only now asking myself what taboos had held me back in the past, however, and decided to see if Craigslist could help me satiate my desires (back when it still existed).

I put up a fairly timid post asking if there would be any guys around my age who might want to help me explore my curiosity slowly and discretely. I heard back from the usual plethora of thirsty guys but what caught my attention was a young, 19-year-old student home from university who seemed out of my league to the point that I thought it could be a catfish. A little bit like Zack Efron, with a swimmer’s body. After messaging for a week or so and spending nearly the entirety of that time hard in my pants at work, in the car, etc., we decided to meet up on a Saturday after skiing with my friends. Read more »

Maid for You – Part 2 [mf][female masturbation][public nudity]

[…continued from [Part One](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/e2bkyu/maid_for_you_part_1_mffemale_masturbationpublic/)]

Unbeknownst to Kayla, the slavery programs running through her second skin were brutally efficient at maintaining her arousal levels. Her body had been flooded with microscopic nanomachines during the uniform’s bonding process. These machines were now activating and increasing Kayla’s sensitivity. She’d never felt anything like the stimulation she was currently enduring. It felt like she was being caressed all over, all along her body but also from the *inside*. Yet the pleasure was never quite enough because of the constant, maddening itch counterbalancing it.

Sometimes it felt like an unpleasant tingling, like ants marching in and out of her pores. Sometimes it felt like she were being covered with a million tiny bites, being devoured from all angles. She whimpered, thrashed and screamed helplessly on the kitchen floor but was unable to move even the tiniest bit. The incessant itching had spread out from her crotch and she could feel the tingling beginning to assault her breasts…

Five eternal minutes later, Kayla’s limbs were abruptly released.

She promptly collapsed, a quivering mess. Panting breathlessly, her blonde locks were plastered to her sweating face. Released from her bindings, her shoulders ached even as her thighs trembled. Relief coursed through her, but it was short lived. Read more »

Maid for You – Part 1 [mf][female masturbation][public nudity]

Kayla could feel a light blush coloring her cheeks as she imagined herself wearing it; she could barely suppress her smile as she bit lightly down on her bottom lip, a tingle of excitement ran down her spine. She’d waited so long…she’d been eyeing this item ever since the first prototype had been released nearly two years ago. During that time she’d made it to the payment confirmation page dozens of times already, but had never managed to bring herself to hit the “Confirm” button.

Until now.

No more excuses. After two years, it was obvious that the company was still going strong and had perfected their product. After two years of continually coming back to the site and staring longingly at their catalogue, it was obviously a sign that she needed it in her life.

Thoroughly reading through the site’s payment policies for the fifth time, she finally opted for the monthly payment plan option. To say that this was an expensive purchase would be an understatement. Tipping back her margarita glass, she finished the last of her slushy, mango flavored liquid courage, savoring the sweetness as the cold alcohol warmed her from the inside out. This was the missing ingredient she had needed, the last push before she…clicking the “Confirm” button with finality, she held her breath as the page reloaded to congratulate her on her purchase. Read more »

The Camgirl Part XLVIII: Would That Scare Him? [MF] [Fsolo] [Oral]

**XLVII: Blake**

“Even having your cum in my pussy,” Blake moaned, massaging her poor pussy. It still wanted more, wanted Liam’s cock, but she needed to give it a little break. She couldn’t keep herself from touching it, though. That would be far too mean, “and my mouth—it’s not enough.”

She threw her head back, gasping as she slipped her fingers back into her pussy.

*How am I still this fucking wet?*

“I want you to watch me while—ah—while I finger myself,” Blake breathed, meeting Liam’s gaze again, “With your cum down my throat and in my pussy.”

Liam held her gaze, lips parted slightly, and Blake let herself smile, letting her free hand travel up to caress her chest and play with her nipples. As much as she loved being at Liam’s mercy, she loved that she could exert the same power over him, leaving him spellbound, helpless to do anything but watch her pleasure herself.

As Blake worked her fingers in her pussy, massaging her clit with her thumb while she curled her fingers against her upper wall, her pleasure grew, quickly outweighing any soreness in her pussy. She knew it would return with a vengeance later, but Blake didn’t care. Read more »

Thornton Manor (Part 3) [Mf, Str8, anal, Mdom, fantasy]

*This is part 3 of a story set in a society in which women are valued for their use as sex objects. I refer to girls 16+ as being sexually available because in my country that is the age of consent. If you feel icky with that thought please substitute 18, 21, or whatever you feel comfortable with.*

 

**Playing**

You move on to the next teaching area. These girls have all graduated into the ‘Play’ stage of their training. Here the girls can be touched. They
are tasked with getting used to anal play and are given a variety of toys
which the men are free to use on them or watch them use on themselves.

 

You’re relieved that you can start getting physical with the girls. The first one you see is a beauty with a shiny butt plug inserted in her asshole, and there is a small but appreciative audience watching her arch her back and show it off.

 

The next girl, further on in her training, is inserting a large metal toy in and out of her asshole. You watch for a few minutes, mesmerised by how she stretches to accommodate it and then snaps back snugly around its bulbous head each time it enters her. Read more »

Thornton Manor (Part 2) [Mf, Str8, anal, Mdom, fantasy]

*This is part 2 of a story set in a society in which women are valued for their use as sex objects. I refer to girls 16+ as being sexually available because in my country that is the age of consent. If you feel icky with that thought please substitute 18, 21, or whatever you feel comfortable with.*

 

**Initial Training**

Today, as you walk into the Academy, there’s a group of naked, perky brunettes leaning on a table with their backs towards you. They’re probably new given the anxious glances they are shooting over their shoulders as they stick their assess out for appreciation. They’re wearing high heels that emphasise their curves and the sight of their shaven, pink pussies, and tight assholes above, make your cock twitch. You’re planning to make a day of it, lingering over the delicious naked flesh here, building up anticipation for the assholes you’ll fuck later.

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Thornton Manor (Part 1) [Mf, Str8, anal, Mdom, fantasy]

*This is part 1 of a story set in a society in which women are valued for their use as sex objects. I refer to girls 16+ as being sexually available because in my country that is the age of consent. If you feel icky with that thought please substitute 18, 21, or whatever you feel comfortable with.*

 

**Thornton Manor**

Thornton Manor is a correctional institution for girls aged sixteen and above who require anal training. Once enrolled, they remain within its walls until they graduate. Although some trainees are here voluntarily, most are sent by one of the men in their lives: their father on their sixteenth birthday to ready them for marriage, or their husband when they take possession of them and discover to their disappointment that they haven’t been adequately trained.

 

Any girl over the age of sixteen knows that she has to give up her asshole at any time, to any man who has a claim over her. Her father has the initial stake (though most choose not to invoke their rights), passing on to her husband once she is married – but any man who holds a position of power over her also has a stake. If she is still in school, not only her Headmaster, but each class Teacher has rights over her. If she is working, her Manager will be entitled, as will anyone with seniority over her. In fact, any professional man she encounters (Doctor, Lawyer, Policeman) may choose to invoke his rights. Read more »

Talking Dirty [MF]

I tell them I’m masturbating. That I’m naked, sprawled on the bed. I tell them I have my fingers between my legs, stroking my *juicy pussy*. They like it when I say that, the men who call. The more obscene my words the better.

Sometimes I stick my fingers in my mouth. Suck loudly and sloppily. Pretend that I’m choking on their cock. *You’re so big*, I tell them. *God, you’re just gonna split me in half, aren’t you?* They lap it up. I hear their breathing get faster, heavier.

For some of them – the ones who like to think they’re good in bed – I pretend to come. Loud and high-pitched and keening. I run a hand through my hair and let my voice go high enough to break. *Fuck,* I whisper, *oh fuck I’m coming.*

But I’m not. I’m curled up on the sofa in my pyjamas, usually. I’m making toast in the kitchen with the phone jammed between my shoulder and my ear. Sometimes I’m even playing video games, the volume muted, the only soundtrack my hushed profanity, my melodramatic screams. Read more »

Married professor [fantasy] [tease] [domination] [submission] [brat] [rough]

I’ve always found older men attractive, despite my friends giving me weird looks when I call 55-year-old men sexy. Though, none have truly gotten to me the way my current editing professor has. I find myself daydreaming about all the compromising situations I could get into with him more often than I should. He’s looks to be about 54, he has a goatee and salt and pepper hair. For an older man, he is quite in shape and gives off a very dominant aura which I love to incorporate in my fantasies. Furthermore, he is a married man. Now, I would never do anything in real life but being a seductive little slut gets me hot so that only serves to increase his allure to me. Anyways here’s one of my fantasies: (names have been changed to protect the innocent, and not so innocent.)

I walk into class on a typical Friday, ready to leave as soon as I set down my things as per usual. I’m early by about 10 minutes, it’s just me and my desk partner Steven. He and I lived on the same floor freshman year and get along despite butting heads in class (I don’t always agree with him but I respect a guy who can have intelligent debates). He’s a nerdy kid, the kind you think of when you think forty-year-old virgin and I’ll admit it’s fun to wear suggestive outfits to class and watch his eyes bug out. Read more »