Tag: Fantasy

Professor P’s Truth Serum — Part 1 [M/f][drugs]

My first story. If there’s demand for more, there’s more.
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Taryn is sitting in front of Professor P, mouth hanging slightly open, breath caught in the back of her throat. She looks at the front of his khaki dress pants seeing the outline of his cock through them, eagerly awaiting her chance to see it. She knows it will be big. The thought of touching it with her hands, putting her pouting little lips on it, tasting it with her delicate tongue, feeling it penetrate her tight pussy, and stretching her out gives her a tingle down her spine. The tingle spreads through her midriff down to her legs and settles in her pussy, a warm and aching dampness gathering in her panties.

“Taryn, what is the next step?” Professor P says, drawing her attention up to his face and looking deeply into her eyes, “…Taryn?”

She blinks and realizes she is sitting in class staring dumbly at Professor P with her pencil in her mouth, almost drooling. People are starting to giggle as her fantasy-world fades and thought returns. Professor P persists, “Taryn, what is the next step in solving this stoichiometric equation?” Read more »

The Receptionist [FM] [Very Long]

I answered the craigslist add assuming that the pay indicated was a typo.

In fact, I had answered so many craigslist posts for administrative positions that week that I was hardly paying attention to them at all. If they were within what I figured would be a forty-five minute drive or less, I answered them. I was nineteen years old, soon to be twenty. It was my second semester at UCLA for anthropology (I had taken a gap year, as they call it, mostly backpacking around Europe with my best friend Rachael after graduating), and the money my parents had loaned me to get set up in LA was running short. Since I wasn’t a traditional incoming student, I had been living off campus from the start with a friend of the family, “Aunt Sara,” I called her, in Santa Monica, who only charged me two hundred dollars a month for rent. But between that, food, textbooks, and some spending money, I needed an income. Read more »

[MF] Taken Back to Her Place – Part 1b [Long]

[SETUP HERE](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7v1c87/mf_taken_back_to_her_place_part_1a_longsetup/)

 

Less didn’t live far from the barcade, so we hoofed it the 4 or 5 blocks to her humble studio apartment. Turns out, she wasn’t kidding about the plants. There was not only a forest of ferns and assorted cosmetic plants, she had a little windowsill garden that she had pulled inside of a few veggies. She had Christmas lights strung up along the perimeter of her apartment, offering enough light to see, but probably not enough to read a book in, not that reading was our intention for being here.

 

After she unlocked the door, she tossed her keys onto the small island that made up 1/2 of the kitchen area, which was around two times the size of the dining area, all of which made up nearly 2/3 of the space (if you don’t include the bathroom and closets). The remaining space was occupied by a leather couch that appeared to be adopted, by the look of the holes in it and a mattress, surprisingly well dressed for being set on the floor. It was nested in between 3 ferns, giving it a space all its own, despite the open layout of the apartment. Read more »

Brimstone Series Book 2 – Episode 5

**Christopher**

‘You’re back again?’ Luke mumbled with annoyance. ‘Dude, don’t I see you enough already?’

‘Shut up,’ I replied, glancing over at Stacey. I may as well be a ghost, her eyes firmly glued to her laptop and her quick fingers reminding me that this was a working space, not a high school drama.

‘Well?’ Luke sighed. ‘What is it this time?’

‘Never mind.’ I left with clenched fists, breathing out an acrid exhale.

This was fucking torture. I haven’t slept more than four hours a night in the past week and a half, and I’ve been falling behind on my cases. Running low on sanity too.

My mind was fucking scrambled, the only silver lining my incessant need for more associates to cover for my lack of productivity. Yeah, that’s the highlight of my day now. I used that need as a valid excuse to talk to Stacey as often as I could, but if I thought she was cold before, this was a fucking Russian winter.

Whoever said hell was hot didn’t know this kind of freezing.

*Good night Chris.* Read more »

Brimstone Series Book 2 – Episode 5

**Christopher**

‘You’re back again?’ Luke mumbled with annoyance. ‘Dude, don’t I see you enough already?’

‘Shut up,’ I replied, glancing over at Stacey. I may as well be a ghost, her eyes firmly glued to her laptop and her quick fingers reminding me that this was a working space, not a high school drama.

‘Well?’ Luke sighed. ‘What is it this time?’

‘Never mind.’ I left with clenched fists, breathing out an acrid exhale.

This was fucking torture. I haven’t slept more than four hours a night in the past week and a half, and I’ve been falling behind on my cases. Running low on sanity too.

My mind was fucking scrambled, the only silver lining my incessant need for more associates to cover for my lack of productivity. Yeah, that’s the highlight of my day now. I used that need as a valid excuse to talk to Stacey as often as I could, but if I thought she was cold before, this was a fucking Russian winter.

Whoever said hell was hot didn’t know this kind of freezing.

*Good night Chris.* Read more »

Seela Carter and the Little Deaths of Baeladees (Part 1) [MF][FF][ENF][Exh][Fantasy][HP Wizards]

[Editor’s Note: This is a piece I wrote on commission, but was abandoned by the original requester after one round due to it being non-canon HP fiction. I was clear that I wouldn’t write about characters I grew up with banging each other (I have *some* scruples), but it is what it is. I offer it to you all, gratis.]

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**Seela Carter and the Little Deaths of Baeladees (Part 1)**

Here I was a First-Year—in university, this time—but a First-Year nonetheless. Magical university, I would learn, was nothing like and *exactly* like magical grade schooling, all the hassles, the fun, the trouble, but maybe the stakes were higher, this was my future, after all. Much in the sense that I wasn’t good enough to get into Hogwarts, I also wasn’t good enough to get into the university-level version of it—a university so elite, it’s not even possible to utter its name unless you attend or graduated from it. So, I went to Burrlumps through my Eighth Year, and now I was in northern Scotland at Baeladees. Read more »

I am a Set of Holes [Rape fantasy]

The following story is written in a new style I haven’t really worked with before, but I wanted to try something new. Let me know what you think. That being said, this story is a story about rape, degradation, and the breaking of a woman. I do not condone rape at all, and this story is written as a fantasy for a fan who commissioned it, but in the story it’s self “Melissa” shares her experience being gang raped and broken. So if rape fantasy is not your thing, then it is bet to avoid this one. That being said, if you do read it, I hope you enjoy! And feel free to message me about getting your own story written. Thanks!

My name is Melissa, and I am a set of holes. I used to be a woman, I had a car, my own place, and I liked to hang out with friends and go on dates. That’s how I met him, the man who changed me. That’s how I met Kevin. I had been on a few dating sites and he messaged me. He seemed like a proper gentleman, ruggedly handsome with broad shoulders and a nice haircut, how could I resist? So, we went out on a date and it was lovely. We kissed for the first time that night, and I couldn’t wait for the next time I got to see him. What I didn’t realize was that the next time I saw him would be the last time anyone saw me. Read more »

Commander Richardson [MFM]

After Reneé and I reenlisted a second time as newly frocked First Class Petty Officers, I thought we would both would stay in Norfolk. Wasn’t meant to be though. Women were starting to go on non combat ships in rolls other than only medical personnel on hospital ships. I thought she may take one there but the running joke was they were welded to the pier and may have gotten underway twice in the eight years we were there.

She found one that did go out on the water several times a year for up to a couple weeks at a time. A Tender out of Kings Bay. A submarine base. I had stayed on my ship even though I was eligible for shore duty but now it was time to call my detailer to find out what was available. It was a relatively new base so I had a choice of orders I could get there. One could even help my career.

But it was a sub base and I wore a Surface Warfare Pin. Plus they were an odd lot. 100 guys disappear beneath the water for 90 days. 50 couples come back up. Not that there is anything wrong with that, they’re just weird about it. And I would be out numbered 500-1. Not good odds. Read more »

Für Erick – [Fm][mast][bi]

The chair feels scratchy on my skin. I guess people don’t usually sit in office chairs naked, though, so they probably don’t take that into account. Maybe it’s uncomfortable for girls in short skirts, though? I never thought about that before. If I twist my hips I can swivel the chair around from left to right. I’d like to spin it all the way around, but I don’t want to bang into anything and hurt my knees, so I won’t. I wonder what’s taking her so long. I wish she hadn’t blindfolded me. Left, right, left, right. It was sexy at first, but now I’m getting kinda bored. My dick isn’t hard any more. I’m just sat here, handcuffed to a chair. Wait, is that her? The soft nearly-crunching of socks over carpet, the brush of material against a door. Her hand comes to rest on my shoulder companionably.

I hear clicking. Is she using the computer? The rapid-fire staccato of the keyboard is followed by the haphazard click. click click. click, of the mouse. What is she doing?

“Hey babe” her voice is breathy in my ear, “are you comfortable?” she giggles, “those cuffs aren’t too tight are they?” Read more »

[Fmm] The Tutor pt. 1

Psst… It’s CottonNighte ;-)

Chapter 1
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“Aren’t they a little old to need a sitter?” Alicia asked Madeline, the harried mother and step-mother of the two young teenagers.

The boys in question eyed each other with undisguised hostility. Then they expressed their opinion of needing a babysitter with crossed arms and hard frowns at their mother.

Madeline continued stuffing various items from the counter into her large leather satchel. “They fight all the time. I need someone to keep them in line in the evenings while I take my training class. The last time we left them here alone, they broke the television.”

“How do you expect me to deal with teenage boys that are as big as I am?” Alicia shook her head, preparing to tell her old babysitting client *no*.

Madeline grimaced. “It’s just for the next two weeks. They’ll be in school during the day, but my husband is out of town and this is the only time I can get the project management training I need to keep my promotion. I’m desperate!” Read more »