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a Doe – Part I ; (age gap, workplace, anticipation)

My breath was ragged in my throat, manifesting in grunts of almost-pleasure at the ghosts of her memory, burned into my blanketed vision like a branding. I felt a hint of anxiety beneath these images because I was mildly aware of the woman lying aside me — the one I vowed my life and love to, the one I promised to never betray. And somehow in my unawakened state, I couldn’t distinguish the volume of my sinful thoughts. In this dream, I was afraid my wife could hear, understand, sense what I desired and that it wasn’t her…

But that’s what made the dream of my workday so enthralling. Vivienne manifested herself in my psyche and my physical body responded involuntarily. My cock was throbbing under our bed sheets, twitching against the restrains of my boxer briefs. Instinctively, my hand gravitated south to firmly cup around my swollen balls and squeeze them teasingly, my mind glued to the thought of Viv’s breathtaking, angular face. Her deep maroon lips tugged upward to reveal those perfect white teeth, a squint in her doe-like eyes as the memory of her sultry, invigorating laugh rolled through me. My cock was so hard it was painful but I wanted to hold onto this fantasy, because God knows it was the closest I was going to come to experiencing the real thing. Read more »

All Tied Up: Heather’s Story Chapter 4 [MF][Teacher Student][Blackmail][Panty Stuffing][Light Bondage][mild domination][stockings][face sitting]

***Author’s Note***: *You patience is finally paying off, Reader. There is nothing but sex in this chapter. The next one is a bit of world building again though. Please check out my profile for the rest of the story.*

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Spent, confused, and emotionally conflicted, I sat down on the couch in a pair of gym shorts and a school sweatshirt. Pulling her number from the note, I unlocked my phone to text Heather. My fingers typed: *’I’m back home. I hope you did your homework, too*.

I needed to distract myself. I wanted an immediate response and didn’t get one. I began to worry. We had just both seriously escalated the situation. I fired up the television and played a fighting game to pass the time while I pretended to forget about the phone. Hours went by while barely covered women with ridiculous breasts bounced and punished each other across the screen.

*Did I text the wrong number?* I wondered. I had been deliberately vague to guard just in case, but still I was concerned. For the third time, I checked my phone against her note. Read more »

[MF] Blackmail fantasy becomes reality

This happened a few months ago. One day I got a text from an unexpected person, Jon. A little background, Jon is our neighbor’s son who is a senior in highschool. He is also a soccer hot shot we’ve heard. He is 6’1 and has the typical soccer body. He has blonde hair and green-ish eyes. Before this incident, his parents gave his number to me to check in on him as his parents went on a two week vacation. Also I kind of knew he had a crush on me and told Kyle to which Kyle responded and said “Who doesn’t have a crush on you?!”

So, I was surprised he texted out of the blue. I thought he needed something so I quickly opened the message and saw a video then looked further down and saw ‘;), stop by after 5’. I then played the video and saw what looked like a girl, whose hands were tied above her head. She was fully exposed and was being fucked, then I realized that girl was me. I was completely shocked! I sat there on my couch and weighed my options. I could tell his parents, tell Kyle, talk Jon out of what he probably wanted but then something inside me tingled. I always had a blackmail fantasy and this would be easy to explain to Kyle. It sounded like a really stupid reason. I decided to wear a regular shirt but put on low cut short-jeans. I also thought hard about wearing a bra but decided against it. Read more »

Claiming the Queen [MF] [fantasy] [anal] [Mdom]

*How could my asshole be so greedy?* She wasn’t unfamiliar to having fingers or tongues or kisses in her asshole, but as the General grabbed her by the waist and held her firmly in his grip while fucking her ass with three fingers, the storm in her womb thundered. Hot flashes of lust filled her mind as her asshole swallowed up his fingers. She clawed at his bed, squeezed her own breasts, and even kicked out with her feet, but nothing could stop it. Her asshole spread, easing up to the foreign objects, falling in love with the vigorous motions.

He’d taken complete command of her, like how a body controls its shadow. She tried to move, but he held her in place. She tried to speak, but pleasure blocked her throat. Ouros was so big and powerful; Oviya could not believe how much it turned her on to be transformed into a submissive sex slave. She would bend to his every desire, she realized, as she came.

Her knees knocked and went weak, her ass trembled as the orgasm flooded her thighs. “Enough,” she whispered, unable to bear it any further. Read more »

[MF] [MFF] [Exhibitionism] Sexy Story for a Redditor

Over the years I’ve gotten into telling naughty stories to women I’m dating and recently with some naughty internet ladies as well. I ask for a setting and what they’d be wearing in that setting and go about spinning the tale from there. Here’s a custom story I put together from a string of messages exchanged with a Redditor a couple of days ago. This is an amalgamation of the messages (cleaned up spelling & anonymized). The main text is the story. The Spoiler text contains our comments outside the story; her comments are within ” and mine are within “”. This is my first post, so give me feedback on the content and/or format.

**Setting:** *Outside a beautiful house right on the beach in FL, sitting in a lounge chair by the pool/hot tub drinking a glass of wine.***Wearing:** *A black lace thong, a matching bra and a silk shirt bathrobe…***Pseudonym:** *Maggie*

Let me begin. Our lovely protagonist, Maggie, finds herself lounging by the pool at her home by the beach. She wasn’t sure if it was laziness or a subconscious awareness of the maintenance staffs work schedule but she hasn’t bothered to get dressed today. She was wearing the same bra and panties, barely covered by a sheer housecoat she had planned to surprise her lover with last night. Read more »

The Waitress & The Cop [NSFW] [Mf] [Oral]

She had a soft, small laugh and a gentle voice. Calm and loving, she was a thirty-two year old coffee shop waitress with a degree she never used and a very sparse romantic history. She wanted a boyfriend for years but she was terribly shy and just didn’t know how to make a move, even a small one. So she made small talk with strangers all day, knowing she’d never see them again and never really being challenged to go outside her comfort zone.

About six months ago, the Officer who worked along the stretch of lonely highway that the restaurant she waitressed at was located, came into the Diner and introduced himself. He was in his late forties, she’d guessed, which would make him nearly 25 years her senior.

He had blonde hair, grey peppered lightly throughout. It was cut short but had obvious curl in it, and kinda of messy. He stood about six foot two inches, had broad shoulders and thick arms. It was clear he took care of his body. His eyes were an Emerald green which were set perfectly apart and he wore silver Aviators over them most of the time. His name was James, the older waitresses who knew him from when he worked this beat seven years ago called him Jimmy and sometimes Jim. Read more »

The morning after her [f]irst orgasm, she becomes a naughty schoolgirl [MF]

I sense her leaving the bed but I’m still shattered tired and doze off again. When I wake next, it’s to the sound of fumbling at the door. The door opens and Aoife is carrying in breakfast. She sees me stirring in the bed and smiles.

“I could get use to this” I say
“Well don’t, it’s your turn next” she says beamingly. She puts the tray down and climbs on and kneels on the bed beside me.
“Where do you get your energy from? What time did you get to bed?”
“I’ve been saving it and oh god, I think it was about 4am but I woke up about an hour ago and just knew I wouldn’t get back to sleep.

“So you survived the interrogation? “

“Oh yeah it was harmless enough. Typical stuff. Size, ability, delivery and so on. I did you proud. Your reputation is ironclad. “

She straddles me and as we are making out I slide my hand up her inner thigh to her mound, up and through the band of her pyjammies. Her lips are damp so II slide a finger in.
“Oohh. you are soaked.”
“Hhhmmm. I know. I have been thinking all morning about what you said. How do get back into your good graces after my punishment. She grinds on my hand for a few moments before bouncing off me. Read more »

Agrabah – [Mf] slight help from [F] and multiple[M]. [Slave][Bondage][Mdom][fsub][Master][Bukkake]. Fantasy [drugs]? [BDSM]

Hi everyone! I am getting back into writing (and super excited about the new content that’s coming :D) so in honor of that, I decided to post a previous, favorite fantasy of mine here! It was inspired by that lovely 15 second clip of slave Jasmine from Aladdin. The figure in power here is based on Jafar as a character NOT on his physical appearance. Also, as I wrote, I started to see myself in Jasmine’s place. She reflects a lot of who I am. So if you want to put myself in the Jasmine figure as well, you can go to my personal subreddit r/DreamingFarAway to see what I look like :)

**Lastly, WARNING this piece is a little bit more than what most people like to read. If my work offends you… I’m not really sorry, but some people still think I need to warn them first.**

Enjoy!!

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He walks into the grand treasure room, happy to see his slave already waiting for him besides his throne. Power was a beautiful thing.

“Good evening Darling” He says while sending her a charming smile. Read more »

Quid Pro Quo: Heather’s Story Chapter 1 [Mf][Fantasy][College][Teacher Student][Schoolgirl][Extortion]

**Author’s Note:** *This is chapter 1 of a long story. Perhaps a novel. Please let em know what you think in the comments.*

I leaned back across the center of the low bed. The room was furnished in ‘late teenager,’ with a cheap dorm room mattress on a barracks frame, and other durable furniture. The walls were brick, painted a dull cream color that made it look like someone smoked here.

I made sure the little laptop lid was closed while she changed. The last thing I wanted was for this to be recorded. Or worse, broadcast. This could be all over the internet in a heartbeat, and I would never teach again.

There were no books on her side of the room that I could see except for the requisite texts of a college freshman. English (my class), Algebra II, History of Colonial America, and the like. The supplementary texts were piled in a corner, forgotten. This disappointed me, though I wasn’t surprised. Islands of clothes and underwear from yesterday, today, and who knew when else we’re on the floor, which was also dotted by DVD rental cases from the machine downstairs.

*What a slob*, I thought. Read more »