Away for the weekend, she sends me her fantasy for when I get home with 3 possible endings. Help me chose… [FM]

Sunday night I envision standing holding you and kissing you deeply like it’s been ages since I have seen you last. I remove your shirt as we continue to kiss and you remove mine. You pin me against the back door as we continue to kiss you take my arms and pin them over my head.

Continuing to hold my wrists with one hand you caress my luscious body and boobs with the other. Slowly pulling out one boob at a time as you play with my nipples. Your making me so wet. You finally let go of my wrists so you and take both of my boobs into your hands while your playing with my boobs.

I start undoing your pants freeing your large hard cock. You start taking one hand and slowly caressing my skin move your hand down my stomach to my pants. You squeeze my ass and give it a slap then move to the inside of my thigh knowing your driving me crazy as I want your hands on my bare skin.

Dark Mistress [MF] [BD] [Fdom] [Msub] [Fantasy]

“I need you tonight, my dark mistress,” said an anxious, but determined Ron Shermfeld. “Please, don’t make me wait longer than I have to.”

The tone and intensity of that voice was completely foreign to anyone who knew Ron. By day, he carried himself as the kind of man who everyone graveled to, especially women. In high school and college, he was a star athlete with the body of an Olympian. As a young adult, he became a successful businessman with a reputation for toughness and intimidation. He never had to beg for anything from anyone. It was always the other way around.

On some nights, though, that all changed. On Halloween, such radical change took on a far greater meaning.

“Everyone wanted me at their party, tonight,” Ron said to the locked door. “Old college buddies invited me to a frat house. They said there would be at least two dozen beautiful women there…every one of which would get naked for me on the spot if they know I won two national titles for the school eight years ago.”

He must have sounded crazy, turning down a party like that. It didn’t sound crazy to him. It just made him knock on the door even harder.

[MF] Massage

Disclaimer, if you’re offended by the sex industry I’d stay away from this one. Its not a time in my life that I am proud of, sorry if this offends anyone. All I’ll say is that morally I was ok with it and was single at the time.

There was a local massage joint that I knew of that was pretty well known for offering a bit more than massages, and I’d even read reports online that things occasionally went a bit further than happy endings.

General setup was you called in and if they had a waiting room spare you’d sit and wait to be introduced to the girls. Lady at the door was maybe mid 30s and took me to a room. First she introduces me to a Russian girl, very pretty brunette but far too skinny for my taste. Next was a blonde who was barely 5ft and again very skinny but just too small and too skinny for me.

I thanked the host and as I was leaving we were chatting about why I wasn’t interested and I said, off the cuff, “they were both just too skinny and small, I really wanted a curvy busty girl like yourself.”

[MF] Fulfilling my wife’s biggest sexual fantasy. A quick morning tryst.

Pam left early this morning to go to her mother’s house to help her set up for a garage sale this weekend. I got up the same time she did to get started on some work I needed to finish before the end of the day.

Fabiana is at our house, though she slept in the guest room since she got home late last night and knew that Pam had early day.

At 8:30 this morning I was on a phone call and Fabiana walked into my office rubbing her eyes, wearing one of my pajama tops fully unbuttoned, socks and nothing else. She walked over and gave me a kiss and mouthed good morning. I put my arm around her waist under her shirt.

The person on the other line was doing all the talking and I was just replying with the occasional “uh-huh” so I decided to play with Fabiana’s nipples.

Because it was a cool morning, her nipples were already somewhat hard. They were delicious this morning and Fabiana ran her hands in my hair as l licked and sucked alternating on her nipples.

My step sister [F] fulfilled one of my [M] biggest fantasy’s. Part 3: The Shoot.

Thanks again for all the support and kind messages and tips in my messages. I’ve noticed a lot of messages regarding the pictures themselves and after much consideration its best i don’t share them for obvious reasons. I entertained the idea just by the amount of requests i received and how people genuinely wanted to see them to enhance their experience reading this. I made a promise to her regarding them and it would not feel right breaking it, it was a poor lapse of judgment on my part to even ponder it and am sorry if i got anyone’s hopes up. I did read a few suggestions in terms of how to fix this issue and thought they were really smart. I’m curious what would work best for the readers here, should i find a picture online of someone who has the closest body type to hers and post that almost as a visual placeholder? Should i crop and heavily edit one of her modeling pictures from Instagram since she gave her blessing for it to be public? Did me adding that template picture add anything to the story? Let me know in the comments and i’ll try my best to accommodate. Anyway here is the long awaited part 3 enjoy :)

Jessica was used to getting her way [fmmmm][nc][hum]

Jessica was used to getting her way. Most college students from overly affluent backgrounds, still at one time or another meet a challenge and realize that they aren’t the smartest, most beautiful, most talented person their parents told them they are since birth. Not Jessica. She was a genius at everything. She was also tall, and had a body that might have been considered “lanky” on anyone else. This could have made her awkward and that awkwardness could have given her the self-awareness she needed to avoid her downfall, but that didn’t happen.

Jessica was selfish, unthinking, and arrogant. But she was also loving to those who broke through her facade and fiercely loyal to her family, especially her little brother. This is just to say that while some parts of her life might make her out to be a caricature or a cliche, taken on the whole she was not.

There was a boy, Paolo. He was a pledge in Phi Kappa Theta, a Catholic fraternity on campus. He was 19. Brown hair. Brown eyes. A chemistry major, like her, but he worked at it harder than she ever had. Jessica was a natural. Paolo squinted at his organic book and moved his lips when he read difficult passages. He had beautiful lips. Jessica was almost sure he was a virgin.

[m]y time alone last night… [Bi][str8][true]

First a touch about myself. So I’m a mid thirties guy and I walk some weird lines. I work in a fairly masculine field and I have some masculine hobbies… But I’m something different. Not to say I’m femme or gay, I’m not… I just know what I like and I’m not afraid to go for it. I’m around 5’8 and blonde long is surfer hair with bright piercing blue eyes and a light muscular build. I have a bright smile and I’m something for a hippie in my style. I love yoga and I love I to the scene, not afraid to sport a pair of women’s yoga pants (so much cheaper than the 3 models all in black for guys. ). I take care of my manis and feet to Mani pedis are a must… No color yet though. I sport a few tattoos and I’m usually wearing a couple of anklets and maybe a necklace… Usually something kinda tribal.

If you want a visual, google “Josh Kramer Yoga” This guy isn’t that far off from what I look like… Obviously more definition but similar build, hair, and facial features

[MFF] Fulfilling my wife’s biggest sexual fantasy. Chapter 5

Read chapter 4 here: https://redd.it/9pb81y

Chapter 5 – Reminicing

Twenty seven and a half years ago I met Pam at the company I worked for. I was working as a structural designer and Pam worked at the front desk. I already had a crush on Pam back then, but we were both in committed at the time.

I had an on again, off again girlfriend and Pam was with her college sweet heart. She moved to the same town I lived in because of her boyfriend. Several months later, my then girlfriend were off again and I had a feeling this time it was for good.

A few weeks later Pam and her boyfriend broke up and he moved out. She tried to stick it out by herself by taking a second job and our boss promised her a promotion and a raise to help her out. 3 months later, no promotion and no raise and it was taking its toll on Pam. She decided to cut her losses and move back home with her parents.

The Neighborhood: Part 5 [MF][Exh][Mast][Tease][MC][SciFi]

**Note:** Slightly shorter part…chapters 8 and 9 didn’t fit in the 40k limit.

**Chapter 8: Gretchen’s Welcoming Committee**

Colin started walking toward the bus stop—the opposite direction—and put his hand in his pockets. He felt the business card in there and pulled it out. *Gretchen Mulaney, Logistics Program Manager*. He flipped the card over and pulled out his phone, unlocking the screen.

“Damn it, Janelle.” The background was his smiling wife’s face, covered in jizz. He rolled his eyes, but opened the dialer, putting in Gretchen’s cell. She picked up after two rings. “Hey, Gretchen. It’s Colin. We met this morning at the bus stop? Did you want to get that drink?”

[Str8] The Bachelorette

There I was. How I had gotten myself into this mess I had no idea. Wrong place at the wrong time kind of deal, I suppose. But there I was. Surrounded. Five of them all around me, motorcycles running and revving, whooping and hollering as they circled me. The smell of exhaust and leather filled my nostrils. Screeching tires and profanities filled my ears. I had no idea what was about to happen, but something about the situation made me feel alive.

I had ventured out later than usual that night. There was something drawing me out of the house. I felt bored, lonely, ready for an adventure. I had no idea that when I turned the corner into the bad part of town that I was putting myself right in the middle of a somewhat seedy gathering.