Tag: Fantasy

Finally, fulfilled my ultimate fantasy with my wife

Hello everyone. I might have rephrased some of the stuff below just for the sake of making it more exciting. I apologize in advance if the post is long, but I’m just too thrilled to share this.

The wife (32) and I (30) have been married for almost 6 years. We even go beyond the university days, she is older than me but we managed to hook up together.

I just want to you to take a trip down to memory lane with me, I used to look at her group with envy. You know, cool guys, party girls, etc. While I was stuck with the lame ones. My cousin knew some of the guys she used to hang out with and introduced me to them. Since then, I became a part of their wild group. For a whole semester I didn’t get laid once, while on the other hand, they used to switch partners and sleep with new people like there’s no tomorrow. Read more »

[FM] “Fulfilling” my fantasy.

Zach and I dated for 3 years. He and I still keep in touch, but not nearly as much as we did when we first broke up. Our relationship was rocky but the sex was amazing. I honestly believe that our sex life was a huge factor as to why we stayed together for so long. Towards the end of our relationship I started feeling miserable and depressed. Depression can be a huge libido killer so our sex was little to none. When we bothered to have sex, I felt like it was 5x more enjoyable for Zach than it was for me, which only made things worse.

Our sex life was always pretty adventurous (teasing, toys, etc.) but I never fully opened myself up himself to him because we were both trying to be someone we were not. I had a few crazy months while still “seeing” Zach and tbat helped me open myself up to him more. One night, we started talking about fanasies. He asked me what mine was and I felt almost too embarrassed to tell him but he managed to get it out of me: DP (Double Penetration). Read more »

[FM][FFM] When my FWB from Work Decided I Needed to Meet His Wife

***Link to pics and earlier posts in the comments***

“You want this pussy, baby?”

I was straddling Glen on all fours. My face was hovering inches above his hard cock. My long dark-hair tickled his erection as I glanced over my shoulder. My panties were on the floor–along with most of my clothes–and my wet pussy was just inches from his nose.

I was wearing a black slip skirt, bra, and garter belt with cream colored stockings.

With one hand I pulled the skirt up so he could see my bare ass. I put two fingers between the lips of my cunt and spread it in front of his face. I spread my fingers open and shut, flashing him my pink.

Slow, erotic music was playing in the background and I wagged my hips slowly to the bass.

“You like this pussy?” I repeated.

Glen made an affirmative grunt. I knew he was dying to taste me. But he was helpless to do anything about it. His arms were spread above his head–each one cuffed to a corner bedpost. He wore a snug metal cockring that would make it virtually impossible for him to cum. Read more »

[MF] I don’t know if this fits here, but here’s a bit of a hot and fucked up thought I had.

I fucked up and now I’m in a community college. I’m also a bit fucked up, but that’s going to come along later.

My parents are rich and they bought me a Mansion to live out of while I study there. It’s a large 8 bedroom.

We have a team of gardeners that come in every 4 days and a team of maids that come in everyday.The bosses of these workers both know my parents well.

I was browsing through r/confessions recently and came upon a post where OP told us that she was a college student that fucked her scummy landlord in exchange for living rent free.

Since my parents won’t be around and I honestly just want frequent and casual sex, this idea intrigued me greatly.

I spent quiet a while imagining how hot it would be and I believe I made a decent plan on how the arrangement would work.

She would either get her own room or sleep in mine. I would want the latter because I want her to pose as a my girlfriend in case the maids rat me out (my parent’s would be cool if I had a live-in GF). If it’s the former, she’d keep her stuff in my room and only use another room to sleep so the maids don’t catch on. Read more »

[MF] charged fantasy

I have this fantasy, that is both incredibly specific, and insanely sexual. We both walk a lot in this building, and we both seem to walk at a quicker than average pace. I can’t say for sure, because I haven’t been close enough to you to say, but I think we’re really close in height. I can only imagine how good you smell. If you smell anything like how you look, I think I might come apart if I were to be able take that scent in. I hope it smells a little bit like YOU, that scent of your body laced with the freshness of deodorant, I bet it smells like clean, fresh, musky testosterone. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a more masculine presence in a guy who stands about 5’4”, but I can’t get over how it felt inside me when we were talking a few weeks ago and I could look straight at you and into your blue eyes. Anyway. This fantasy. I am walking, and you are walking, and we both round a corner at a similar pace literally walking right into each other. Instinctually, instead of pulling back, you reach out at me, and wrap your arm around my waist, right at or above my hip level and as I lean back you keep moving forward until we have curved around the corner and my back is up against the wall. You never pull back, you just keep leaning in and we both kind of catch our breath from the startle. Our eyes are locked into the others and there is a buzzing sexual energy flowing between us. You aren’t pulling back, and all I want is to touch your chest, feel the lean muscle under your slim fitting shirt, the kind you wear every day that teases me, gives me enough of a view to know how hard you work. I want to hear you take a steep breath in when my hand connects with you. I want to feel your fingertips add pressure to my back and let me know that this is as charged for you as it is for me. Even though I would love to feel your lips… or taste you, any of you, that doesn’t happen here. We both sort of know we can’t… this is work, and I am married. But who could have predicted the timing, this startling accident in the hall wasn’t intentional and we will both gain back our composure and continue our day like this didn’t happen. Before we do, there is one last detail I crave. In my fantasy, before you let me go you bring your mouth right up next to mine, then lean in a little closer so you can smell me and my hair. We can feel each other’s breath, warm and soft. I can hear you, taking in a deep breath, letting me know you wanted to experience that part of me as badly as I want it of you. Then as you pull back you softly brush your cheek then lips across my face, Just enough to make my entire body light up. I feel your stubble then the smoothness of your lips brush over me and it is so exquisite I can feel every part of my body responding. When your lips lose contact with the edge of my mouth our eyes meet again. I run my hand from your collar bone down…down over your hip bone and connect with the top of your jeans and belt where I grab it for just a second before letting go. I feel you loosen your grip on me and you let your hand graze over my body as you pull away, feeling that it is smaller than it looks under my baggy tops. Our eyes never leave their lock, but I can feel the heat in my cheeks. I close my eyes to savor the moment we just shared as you stand up and compose yourself. When I open my eyes, you have that half smile, the one that even though I don’t know you well, I know enough to know it is real. I run my fingers down your blacked-out arm, feeling the strength and control you have. We both know it’s over and time to carry on before anyone else rounds the corner. I touch both my cheeks trying to cool them off. You take a step back and let me move to the side. You ask me if I am okay and I nod. We look into each others eyes one last second, both filing this away for another time. Then like in never happened, we both start back on our way.

The Affair [MF]

“It’s finally happening. He’s actually coming to visit,” Kat thought to herself as she paced frantically around the apartment. Her online lover was flying to visit her. Her husband was away with the kids and they’d have the apartment alone to themselves. All the dirty stories and photos they’d exchanged had been building today. Though they’d never met in person they both knew each other’s bodies down to the dimples on Kat’s back. “Should I wear that dress he compliments so often? Or should I simply greet him naked and on my knees? Is that too forward? Can you be too forward with someone that has given you so many orgasms?” Kat pondered to herself while continuing the pick up and tidy nervously.

Then it came. The knock on the door. Matthew really was here. The fantasy had come true. Would it live up to all the build up? “Come in. The door is unlocked,” Kat called to her lover. The door creaked open slowly as Matthew skeptically peaked inside. “I’m in the bedroom dear. Lock the door behind you and come in,” her voice called seductively. A loud wooden thud answer Kat’s invitation. It was quickly followed by quick staccato steps as Matthew raced in to find the women he’d wanted so desperately to embrace. Read more »

Dirty Secrets | Taboo Story [MFM]

I gaze around at my surroundings. I wonder once again if I’m lost. This couldn’t be the address I had put in the GPS. When Storm had offered to let me spend my summer vacation at his cabin. I had expected a real cabin. Something small in the middle of nowhere. I was right about it being in the middle of nowhere, but as far as it being small it was anything but. The place was huge. If I was in the right place I had fallen into the lap of luxury. I felt like I had just won the lottery, for the summer at least. I didn’t know Storm Winters very well. We had a couple of classes together and he shared a dorm room with my ex. He was shy. He never said much to anyone. Pretty much every girl on campus had fantasies of him at one time or another. He was sexy as hell. He was about 6’ft tall with hair as black as a Ravens wing and striking green eyes he hid behind glasses. Read more »

My Dirty Little Lola [f] [Long]

Hello all,

Thank you for being a part of this sub. I originally posted this in r/ hotpast but I thought it would fit in here too. Here are some of the slutty adventures of my wonderful girlfriend.

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I’ve been with my current girlfriend, Lola, for five years now. She is sultry little Latina with a deep, kinky sexual past. We are in a fully committed relationship but we started off as an office affair and because we weren’t really committed to each other in a traditional relationship, we both felt like we had nothing to lose when confessing our sexual pasts. I loved hearing about hers and I would usually stay up nights with my cock in my hand thinking about the various things she’s done. Here are some of the highlights:

She stripped for five guys for cash:

When she was 19 and working at a mall, she got to know this older guy who ran a kiosk. She described him as being pretty bold and one day he asked her straight up if she would be willing to come over to his apartment one night and strip for him and his friends for a few hundred bucks. She agreed. Read more »

Kate’s Anal Instructions [str8][les]

“Mom, can I talk to you about something kind of personal? Like…sexual?” Lily shyly asked from the door of the den. Kate turned to look at her daughter. The long dark hair that was so like her mother’s cascaded down her shoulders and over her perky chest. Her purple v-neck sweater hugged her petite frame and complimented her pale skin. The fitted jeans she wore were ripped at the knees and a white belt wrapped around her narrow hips. She was barefoot and her toes nervously poked at the carpet as she stood in the doorway. She picked at the door frame with her chipped fingernails and she couldn’t bare to make eye contact with her mother.

The Beckinsale women were beautiful. Their hair and eyes so perfectly matched and their smiles radiant. Read more »

A Game of Depravity [Part 4]

*Many apologies for the the infrequency of updates. I know several people have been waiting. Your encouragement and desire to continue on this literary adventure is noted and appreciated.*

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Daniel wasn’t home when she arrived, but his car was still parked in the driveway when she pulled in beside him, garage door rumbling as it sealed their vehicles in for the night. After a few minutes of searching the vacant house she felt her determination wane.

There had to be a reason he had not taken her yet, and it couldn’t be simply because he believed torture to be akin to sexual gratification. Perhaps sober, the thought of her entirely undressed wasn’t as appealing to him. It wasn’t appealing to her, which is why she so often preferred fantasy to reality. Which is why she hadn’t slept with a man in nearly two years.

Yet in a matter of days Daniel had made her ache, a constant pooling of desire evident in her panties. Had she wanted to take them off and throw them at him while screaming this was his fault? Yes.

Had he gotten her to pleasure him orally in her very office? Yes. Read more »