Tag: Fantasy

Brothel Unexpected [Diary]

With a head full of amalgamated groping scripts, I called up the massage parlor that I accidentally visited last week. With a bit of difficulty, I understood that Michelle wasn’t there. That couldn’t be; she told me she works Mondays to Wednesdays just last week.

Since I was all ready to go for the Monday 10 am opening, I drove there anyway. Also, I have been fucking my teen models too much to feel explosive every time. Not to mention that I have been overdrafting every other month. It shouldn’t be difficult to run into another respectable MILF for my groping fantasy, with a respectable face, body, and demeanor. If the fantasy isn’t there, I can always do a U-turn, or just get a massage to limit the damage. That was what I intended to do last week but failed miserably. Read more »

Overdue Honeymoon [MFM, bi, hotwife]

A gentle breeze rolled by, stirring me out of a light doze. I was lazing away the afternoon in a lounge chair on the beach with giant palm trees for shade and a half-full glass of rum on a table beside me. Beside me was my lovely wife of 11 years, flipping through the pages of her book.

This was our first real vacation since we had met. It was essentially our honeymoon after years blessed with the fortune…of staying at home to care for the kids. It had taken a lot of effort and patience to finally convince her that we could take some time for ourselves. But there we were, our second day in the Caribbean, doing our best to forget everything but ourselves for a small while.

The sex the night before had been fantastic. Just the vibe of the place, it seemed, had broken through our respective tensions, and opened up our libidos. We woke up relaxed and refreshed, and my wife had eagerly slipped me inside her once again to start off the day. Now she was laid back in a floral 2-piece swimsuit, sipping on a piña colada. I let my eyes slide down her neck and along her tanned cleavage, shiny with sunscreen. Her breasts were medium-sized and had kept their shape well over the years. I reached over to cup one and feel it’s softness, and she playfully slapped me away. Read more »

Overdue Honeymoon [MFM, bi, hotwife]

A gentle breeze rolled by, stirring me out of a light doze. I was lazing away the afternoon in a lounge chair on the beach with giant palm trees for shade and a half-full glass of rum on a table beside me. Beside me was my lovely wife of 11 years, flipping through the pages of her book.

This was our first real vacation since we had met. It was essentially our honeymoon after years blessed with the fortune…of staying at home to care for the kids. It had taken a lot of effort and patience to finally convince her that we could take some time for ourselves. But there we were, our second day in the Caribbean, doing our best to forget everything but ourselves for a small while.

The sex the night before had been fantastic. Just the vibe of the place, it seemed, had broken through our respective tensions, and opened up our libidos. We woke up relaxed and refreshed, and my wife had eagerly slipped me inside her once again to start off the day. Now she was laid back in a floral 2-piece swimsuit, sipping on a piña colada. I let my eyes slide down her neck and along her tanned cleavage, shiny with sunscreen. Her breasts were medium-sized and had kept their shape well over the years. I reached over to cup one and feel it’s softness, and she playfully slapped me away. Read more »

First time MF oral fantasy

The helmet rang against his skull as the swordsman brought another blow down upon him. “Shields up Torin!” The familiar sound of the captains words filled his mind. *What an ass* Torin thought as he followed the advice, good as it maybe. Lighting fast he struck with his short sword gashing a red wound into his enemy and killing him. All around him his brothers in arms were driving the small force of raiders away from the camp. The pain in his thigh returning. “Damn arrows” He looked down at it blood ran down his leg, screams and, the song of steel on steal flowed around him. The galloping of hooves flying up from behind. He turned in time to see the large palfrey run headlong into him. With a final jolt of pain his head hits the ground and slowly fades to black.

Inhaling sharply a lean bearded man jolts up. “Gahhh!” Torin grabs as his side. Pain having just bolted though his side. “You might want to be careful with that” laughed w woman from the other side of the tent. Looking over, he watches as she rings out some bandages. “I didn’t think you would be waking up for at least another day” she said as she walked over to the bed. As she sat Torin couldn’t help notice her the white tunic draped off her shoulder. “Errr, how long have I been out for?” He inquired. “Only the night, you came in here pretty bad” She replied, poking him playfully. Read more »

[MF] Got blessed in a saint’s building..

**This will be long.. if you just want the sex story, go to the “sex section” below :)**

**Side note: Like my previous story (and a bunch of the ones I will post in the future), no condoms were used. I was young, dumb, and on birth control. I am allergic to latex too.. so unless I am expecting to be getting laid, I won’t be bringing a condom along with me everywhere. No one else carries latex free ones with them. I made it out of my wild phase clean, so that’s all that matters :)**

**Backstory:** Read more »

A Game of Depravity [Part 3]

*Please help yourself to* [*[Part 1]*](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/8yxd2q/a_game_of_depravity/) *and* [*[Part 2]*](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/91118d/a_game_of_depravity_part_2/)*. As always, thanks for reading.*

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*Next time.*

Those were ominous words, weren’t they? It’s the type of saying a villain would use after they escaped their enemy. They were filled with revenge and foreboding, and Mina couldn’t quite shake them because when would the next time be?

It wasn’t as if they had worked out when was acceptable to vulnerably strip down and please each other. It wasn’t like she had actually pleased anyone in a very long time.

Daniel was a very hard man to please. It wasn’t like him to be caught in the office so routinely, but backlash from his editor, Laney, cause him to stalk the firm, sitting in the chair with his hands behind his head and elbows bent, arguing for a pitch. He didn’t really have to argue, the company was half his. Half his brothers. Even so, they were under a large umbrella company, and after a few days Mina was positive he wanted to bend that umbrella over his knee and chuck it off their back deck into the ocean. Read more »

My subconscious self is a slutty show-off [F]

I couldn’t resist the alliteration.

I’m not much of a writer, but I’ve been encouraged to post on this subreddit by a friend of mine; my skype daddy who has helped me explore my sexuality. Be warned – this post is going to be a tease with little actual sexual content.

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First, a little context. I’ve grown up in a culture that tends to breed many sexually repressed people, and though most of my friends are relatively liberated, I’ve always been diffident with regards to expressing my sexuality. At 22 years old, I’m still a virgin. Sex is something I don’t think I’ll let myself have until I find a special-enough someone.

You can count the number of sexual experiences I’ve had on one hand. In the past I’ve given handjobs, been fingered, given and received oral, but not nearly enough. And of course, the lack of intimacy and the missing touch of a man feels like a hole in my life that needs to be filled, no pun intended. However, after the last eight years of furious masturbatory sessions with these fingers, I’ve grown to love them. Read more »

[FFM] A weekend of cutting loose after a lifetime of being the “good girl” led to my first encounter with a woman…

***This is my fourth post about a weekend of cutting loose. Links to the others are in the comments.***

I felt a bit guilty about missing the big send off at the wedding. After all, it was the whole purpose of my trip. At the same time, I doubt they noticed me. And I’d enjoyed my time with Richard on the beach. My pussy was still tingling and felt permanently spread open by his big cock.

After cumming, he’d gone back to being the charming man I’d met at the wedding. He’d offered to take me out for drinks, but I’d declined. He was doing his best to talk his way in to my hotel room, but I was suddenly over it. I wouldn’t even give him my phone number so he could call up and try to make a date the next day before we left town.

I got to my room and stripped down to nothing. My dress was just a heap on the floor with my pink panties and bra on top. I got in the shower to wash off the sweat and the sand and the cum. I felt tired. But I also felt great. Read more »

The Secrets of the Alabaster Abbey [fff] [fiction] [fantasy]

The Alabaster Abbey of the Kalgan Pass is named as such for the soaring white cliffs that line either side of the valley, like the pale spread thighs of an Alabaster nun.

The sisters of the Abbey wear their habits cinched tightly against the autumn chill, their rosy cheeks, bright eyes and puckered mouths the only means of discerning their identities, the remainder of their figures hidden in the snow-white coverings. While they do the daily work that is required to maintain a nunnery, glimpses of their hands – long and delicate – can be seen by the patient observer.

Not many visitors encounter the nunnery, despite the wandering, clearly marked paths that guide pilgrims. This is probably for the best, for there are many carefully guarded secrets. The odd visitor who does stumble past the gates leaves with a new cloak, well-fed, sure-footed, and with a tale they will nar repeat, except perhaps in confession.

You see, deep down in the oldest chamber of the Alabaster Abbey, there is a stone pedestal. Rising to about the height of a man’s waist, there is a saddle carved of the pale, soft stone of valley, with a slim pillar rising from its middle.  Read more »

Milky Secret (a lactation fantasy)

Lisa and I had been friends a long time. We had seen each other through bad loves and happy times for decades. But despite my attraction to her, I had never once approached her with anything more than a dinner date. She did her thing, I did mine, and we offered a shoulder when it was needed. Best friends.

But I wanted her. With every beat of my heart I longed for her, but superstition and fear kept me from trying. Things never worked out when I went after a woman I was interested in. At least when I waited for someone interested in me, it had a chance of going somewhere. So I made jokes, the only thing I was good at. Some mild sexual innuendo that made her giggle. Play along when she made comments about her voluptuous figure or pretended to hit on me. Read more »