Tag: Fantasy

[MF] Breaking the rules with my boss

Since my last story turned out to be such a success, I was inspired to write a few more of mine, starting with this one from a few months back. Fair warning, it’s going to get wordy. I like to write.

Samantha was technically my boss according to the company org chart, but for the most part I was hired so that she didn’t have to deal with the things I was going to be handling anymore. We operated more like peers than supervisor/employee, so work-wise everything was great. Personally, we hit it off pretty well. We’re about the same age, we’re both married, she was pregnant with her first kid when I was hired several years ago, so we would often talk about that.

Physically, she’s like a 9.5 out of 10. She’s big into fitness and running. She’s about 5’8″, very athletically slim with a nice set of what’s maybe B cups, and an ass that is an HR violation waiting to happen. Read more »

[MF] Forbidden sex with an older woman

I remember this time so clearly. I was 19 at the time working the night shift at target. As usual when I got off of work I went straight to my gfs house where she lived with her aunt. Her aunt was 38 half white/black about 5’2 average looking but always wore sundresses that complimented her figure.(mostly her giant titties) I never really looked at her any type of way, we always had dope conversations like she was my close friend.

That night we got a bottle of Jameson and halfway through it mr and my girl got into a heated argument about talking to other people. She was so heated that she locked me out and told me to leave but this was normal so I sat and waited it out in the living room with her aunt. We watched bobs burgers and smoked a few joints just talking . Two hours passed and I was pretty sure my gf was asleep but her aunt insisted I stay since I was drunk. It wasn’t anything unusual so I just said fucj it and chilled on the couch with her. Read more »

A Girl with Peculiarities – Part Three [Fantasy] [Anal] [MF]

[A Girl with Peculiarities Part Two](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/cwd6sw/a_girl_with_peculiarities_part_two_fantasy_mf/)

**Disclaimer:** I’m not sure this if this is finished, and it could use some editing, but I’m looking for feedback. **Warning:** This story contains fantasy elements, anal, and dub-con.
 

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Mr. Foster answered, with a hoarse grumbling sound of affirmation, and then she felt the potent weight of his cock slap down between her ass cheeks. He stroked himself with her ass twice before reaching for shorts.

She let out a shocked little moan when she felt his fingers at her waistband. This was it she knew, in a few moments she would lose her virginity. His thighs remained pressed to hers, as he began pulling down her shorts. Inch by inch the cotton fabric was peeled away until the material was only just a puddle at her feet.

“…Oh, my… God…” Mr. Foster murmured, as the Amelia’s perfect ass came into full view.

His fingers hungrily bit deep into her succulent ass-meat drawing furrows into her creamy white skin, he pulled her ass open, her cheeks coming audibly unglued as if he had split open a massive peach with his bare hands. The edges of her puckered asshole opened, descending into a glossy pink crater, slightly agape and quivering like a tiny pussy slit with her full unbroken pussy lips just beneath it. Read more »

My [F] Adventure with an Airport Fireman [M]

When I was 21 I was working for a car rental agency at a small airport. If you are unfamiliar with airports, they all have a dedicated firehall on site in case of an accident.

Anyways. Working there, because it was a very small airport, I got to know the firemen pretty well. Because I had lowest seniority, I was often working the Late night shifts. There was literally nothing to do between flights, and often 2 hours between flights, so they invited me over to the firehall once in a while to hang out and watch TV.

Most of the firemen were pretty sexy, but there was 1 that was just oh my lanta sexy. For the sake of the story, we will call him Rob.

Because I thought Rob was so hot, I did talk to him more than the other guys. We even exchanged numbers and would chat once in a while, but it was all clean G rated conversation. So, I thought he wasn’t interested. Read more »

Roommate from 2012 Part 2 [mf] [mild watersport]

I woke up the next day with the images of the evening before frantically rerunning through my brain. What had I done??? Fuck! My head was rife with panic and the erratic stir of haywire thoughts. I was so afraid of losing my gf due to this fleeting moment of hormone-driven infidelity that I knew I had to break it off with Dana. After spending the a few hours pacing my room and blaming myself for letting my guard down, I had determined to keep it from happening again. I would explain my situation to Dana, and firmly encourage her to respect my boundaries. I was going to tell her that I had never intended on rekindling our fwb situation, and would explain that I was serious about making things work with my gf, no matter how difficult. A line had to be drawn!

In a moment of cock-suredness I marched down to her room ready to draw that very line in the sand. Snippets of Picard’s First Contact speech ran through my head. With the confidence of a Star Fleet Captain, I knocked on her door to tell her of my refound resolve.

…There was no answer.  Read more »

My Fireman (pt.1) [MF] [Blowjob] [Big Dick]

The year was 1982. I was young, only 19, and I was back at home for the summer. One morning I awoke to the sound of my parent’s cat crying outside my window. My parents were out of town for their anniversary and I’d forgotten to let the wretched thing in the night before. I staggered downstairs still half asleep into our corridor of a kitchen and pulled opened the back door. But as I stood there in little black panties with my oversized grey t-shirt hanging over my perky C cup breasts, my nipples hardening in the brisk morning air, I couldn’t see the damned cat. I huffed and blew back the strands of chestnut hair that had fallen over my sea blue eyes and into the corner of my mouth as I thought I’d been dragged from the warmth for nothing. I heard another cry, louder this time. I looked up and there she was, stuck high on a branch of the ageing oak tree in our garden. I knew I couldn’t get to her, I’m far too weak to shimmy up a tree like that, so the only thing I could think of was to call the fire department like in the films. I bounced back inside and picked the phone from the wall, dialling 999 with my nimble fingers. Read more »

Sarah’s secret [bdsm] [cnc]

Sarah had a dirty little secret. She never told anyone about it and would be mortified if the secret ever got out. She had a job, an apartment, and couldn’t afford that. She couldn’t help but obsess about her secret, daydream and think all day long. Long meetings were the worst, her mind wandering and thinking. Her body would become flushed and her clit would throb and she’d find herself growing wetter the longer the meeting happened.

She was very nervous around men. She felt a dichotomy of emotions around them. She felt small, powerless, helpless. She felt fear, and arousal. She liked that she felt this way, and couldn’t help but wonder what would happen if one were to grab her one day and bend her over the conference room table. She felt jealous when other women complained of being catcalled. She’d love the attention – but she was always described as homely. Petite, with long hair and a slim build left her active and fit but disappointed when men turned their attentions from her body to a buxom woman spilling out of the front of her shirt. Read more »

Sarah’s secret [bdsm] [cnc]

Sarah had a dirty little secret. She never told anyone about it and would be mortified if the secret ever got out. She had a job, an apartment, and couldn’t afford that. She couldn’t help but obsess about her secret, daydream and think all day long. Long meetings were the worst, her mind wandering and thinking. Her body would become flushed and her clit would throb and she’d find herself growing wetter the longer the meeting happened.

She was very nervous around men. She felt a dichotomy of emotions around them. She felt small, powerless, helpless. She felt fear, and arousal. She liked that she felt this way, and couldn’t help but wonder what would happen if one were to grab her one day and bend her over the conference room table. She felt jealous when other women complained of being catcalled. She’d love the attention – but she was always described as homely. Petite, with long hair and a slim build left her active and fit but disappointed when men turned their attentions from her body to a buxom woman spilling out of the front of her shirt. Read more »