Tag: Fantasy

Soaking My Tights [Mf] [D/s] [Watersports]

Hey everyone! First story, let me know what you think. This a true story about my [23f] time as a submissive, and there is more where this came from ;)

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“Go to the bathroom and take a picture,” I read. I’m already dripping. I’ve been dripping. He knows that I’m dripping, even the barista must know that I’m dripping. I sit up straighter, uncross my legs, and try not to let it show how good the cool air feels against my barely covered clit. I need to get up and take this picture—coming from Sir, it’s not a request.

But first, I have to drink a glass of water.

It’s our first time playing this little game I invented: I have to hold my pee as long as I possibly can, as long as he wants me to. I’d hold my breath as long as he wanted me to. The basic premise was a co-discovery, but I added one masochistic detail. Every time I got even more unbelievably turned on, I had to drink a glass of water, sending proof if possible. This was my eighth glass of water in the last hour. My heart always races when I see a new message from him, but now I was hoping against all hope that it wasn’t another video, another elaborate fantasy of his, another order. And, of course, wishing with my whole body that it was. Read more »

An Ode to Uncertainty – Chapter 8-9 [MF][MFF][Fantasy]

Please read chapters 1 – 7 first if you have not done so. This is not a stand-alone story. Link to other chapters in comments.

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Eight

Sigrid was sitting in her tower room in the mansion planning on how to get to her mark when something caught her attention. It may have been a scent on the wind, she was not sure. But she was certain that something was wrong. She had learned long ago to trust those feelings when they came. She stood up and climbed out on the roof. She needed both hands when climbing, so the daggers stayed where they were. She stayed close to the wall. Moving silently with quick steps. Read more »

An Ode to Uncertainty – Chapter 8-9 [MF][MFF][Fantasy]

Please read chapters 1 – 7 first if you have not done so. This is not a stand-alone story. Link to other chapters in comments.

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Eight

Sigrid was sitting in her tower room in the mansion planning on how to get to her mark when something caught her attention. It may have been a scent on the wind, she was not sure. But she was certain that something was wrong. She had learned long ago to trust those feelings when they came. She stood up and climbed out on the roof. She needed both hands when climbing, so the daggers stayed where they were. She stayed close to the wall. Moving silently with quick steps. Read more »

After the Fall [mf][cons][dirty talk][teasing][still pretty vanilla]

I slowly awoke to clear, frosty, blue eyes watching me. He was stretched out next to me, his head propped up on the palm of his hand, his free hand resting on my belly, a slight grin upon his lips.

“Good morning, beautiful. How did you sleep?” My body was already singing. Had he been playing with me while I was sleeping? My nipples were already achy and I felt yearning in my center.

I stretched and yawned and a long, loud sigh escaped my lips, and I snuggled into him. “Mmmmm, I liked sleeping next to you” I purred. Once again taking note of his heart beating in my ear. The evidence, well, among some other things, that made this real.

He leaned down and gave me a brief kiss, as his hand roamed across my breasts, where my nipples were yearning to be pinched and pulled. Then he put his mouth on my right nipple and sucked, while manipulating my left. They both hardened, and I there was an immediate tingle between my legs. I fidgeted, and he rolled towards me, clamping his thigh over my legs, so I couldn’t really move. Read more »

A German Milf [F] taught me [M] the fine art of intimate seduction, Part 2

When I awoke, I was on my back and she on her side, gazing at me, smiling. She had been watching me sleep. Her eyes were glassy with a few spiraling, paisley-like in design, bloodshot veins as if she had been crying. Her hand draped over my head, fingers running gently through my short hair, down my forehead, over my scar, ear, cheek, lips. She was petting me with such affection as I hadn’t experienced before. She was… lovingly caressing me.

“Du bist wach. Liebling, heute abend bleib ich bei dir weil morgen kommt die Susanne zurueck / You’re awake, dear, I’m staying with you tonight, tomorrow Susanne is coming back.”

“Weiss ich nicht ob’s genug platz in meinem herz gibt ihre liebe rhein mir zuneh’men / I don’t know if there’s space in my heart to take your love in (to me)”, “daran kann ich nichts weil du da schon bist / but I can’t do anything about it because you are already there.” She leaned over to kiss me, her heavy breasts weighing on my chest. She kissed my cheek, then nibbled on my earlobe while continuing to whisper, the exhale of her breath as she did warmed my skin, my heart, my feelings for her. Read more »

Upstairs –A MILF Fantasy – Part III – “Emily and her Friends”

By J.K. Jones

At the tender age of 19, I’d had a few sexual encounters with girls my age or just a bit younger, and had even gotten a hand job from a teacher’s aide, a 24 year old grad student named Sheila, one day after class in her tiny office. Long story, and one that involved three hours of flirting over coffee, and a wager, but I’ll tell that one another time. My point is that I had so far had some mild level of sexual adventure by my junior year in college. I was tall, not bad looking, had a body hardened by bicycling and tennis, a good-sized cock that was always popping up and out. I had straight teeth, (thanks to braces in middle school) an agile mind, and because I liked people I tended to talk to them. One secret that many kids my age hadn’t yet figured out, but I had, was that if you spend some time and effort talking to a lot of females, you are going to end up fucking some of them. Read more »

In the ce[M]etery at kni[F]etpoint. [CNC]

I pulled my car to the end of the gravel road and shut off the ignition. I clipped my keys to my belt and stepped out of the car, slowly walking around the back towards the passenger’s side. I opened the door and took the arm of my then-girlfriend.

I couldn’t tell if she was screaming, crying, or pleading for her life, as I grabbed her by the hair and pulled her into the darkness of the woods.

“The duct tape held stronger than I thought it would,” I thought to myself. I was glad I’d used the little bit I had left over to tape her mouth shut. We were pretty secluded, but you never can know for sure.

We walked maybe 200 yards. To her it must have felt like miles. It was just above freezing and she was dressed for a night at the club. Her black dress was held up by thin black straps and barely covered her ass.

I pulled my knife from my pocket and cut a strap, nearly exposing her to both myself and the late autumn chill. Read more »

A night to remember… or not. (MF, Hottub, stranger sex)

(My stories always include a little bit of real life and a little bit of fantasy. Enjoy. Xo)

Gwen was still licking her wounds from a night on the town the night before. She was stretched out on the couch with all the curtains drawn to make a dark little dungeon. She was deep in the story of Charles Manson when she was started by her phone.

*Who’s this?*

She didn’t recognize the number but did see that she had texted this person at 2:13am early this morning.

*This is Gwen. Who’s this?*

Great. Another piece of the mystery to solve from last night.

*This is Drew. How did you get my number?*

As hard as she tried, she couldn’t remember.

*I’m not too sure, Sir. Can you send a pic to jog my memory? I was out on the town last night and it’s a little foggy.*

Her phone dinged with the photo being sent. Hmm, she still didn’t remember him, but he was cute.

*I’m ashamed to say that I don’t remember you, but glad I got your number. Are you from my town?* Read more »

Upstairs – A MILF Fantasy – Part II – “Serious Fucking” (Part I was posted earlier today).

By J.K. Jones

Emily’s hand in mine was smooth, slim and warm, and pulsing with life as she almost dragged me up the stairs to the second floor of her house. Her sexy ass was bouncing right in front of me, her legs long, smooth, naked. I could smell the heady aroma of a turned on woman, with a tinge of alcohol. Her hair was long, thick, and showed signs of recent brushing, less wild than ten minutes ago when she had come rolling in drunk and disheveled from a night of drinking with girlfriends and fending off creeps.

Emily turned her face as we arrived at her bedroom door, and her beautiful large brown hazel eyes flashed with lust and urgency. Pragmatically, I noticed that during the five minutes she had been upstairs, she had touched up her make up. So the act of letting her robe slide to the door to show me her fine, naked, aerobics-built ass and legs, and asking me if I wanted to go upstairs with her, as spontaneous as it had seemed, was probably something of a planned seduction. However, it had worked with acute efficiency. Read more »

The Camgirl Part XLIV: He Actually Did It

**XLIV: Liam and Blake**

**Liam**

Liam took another deep breath as he caught himself about to start pacing. Marie had texted him a little while ago saying she was on her way, but every passing second seemed like hours. She hadn’t seemed too worried or upset when he’d told her he needed to meet so they could talk, but that just made Liam feel worse about what he’d decided to do.

*What I* need *to do,* he reminded himself, *otherwise I’m just going to feel worse and worse and it will be so much more of a mess when I finally do something about it.*

“Liam?”

Liam flinched, but forced a smile as he turned around to face his girlfriend. She was beautiful, green eyes and red, rosebud lips framed by the blonde hair that fell to her shoulders, sleek peacoat covering her down to her stockinged knees, yet the clothing flattered her slim figure.

As beautiful as she was, Liam didn’t feel the way he once had when he looked at her. He didn’t know her anymore. He knew about her, but she wasn’t the first one he wanted to share things with any longer. More importantly, he didn’t feel like he could trust her as much as he wanted to or felt he should be able to. That was what had spurred him to ask her to talk. Read more »