Tag: Fantasy

Touching You as No One Has [m/f, SM, light fantasy]

**The Echo of Impacts**

Mac Dunn watched San Merida fall back, sated, on her bed, her beautiful, nutmeg-shaded skin slick with sweat in the afternoon sun. She panted, catching her breath. “Not to sound ungrateful for the lunch break, but I should get back to the café soon.”

Mac stretched to lazily but insistently pull her closer to him, unwilling to let the moment go so quickly. “Isn’t one of the perks of being the boss being able to come and go as you please?”

With a chuckle, San swatted him playfully but snuggled all those soft, sexy curves closer. “Only if you want to go out of business.”

Snorting, he caught her wrist, loving the look of the delicate limb trapped in his larger, stronger, darker one, and kissed her hand. “Faere Trade’s been around forever. It’s an institution. It’s not going anywhere.” More than that, it was a place of community and power and no one was going to fire the ageless witch who’d been running and guarding it for the better part of a century. She was irreplaceable; almost as much of an institution as the café. He stroked her forearm, trying not to be so in awe of her. “You know, at least not for the length of a long lunch.” Read more »

Making my [FFM] fantasy come true (LONG)

I had a friend in high school. We were very close – spent almost 100% of our time together outside of school.

I spent most weekends at her house – she had no curfew and very hands-off parents, so we could do pretty much whatever we wanted – we would go out, meet guys, party with them and creep back into her house in the early hours of the morning. We always slept together in her bed. We were both fairly promiscuous, horny teenagers and we both slept around quite a lot now that I look back on it. All in all I had sex with maybe fifteen guys – messed around with even more – when I was in high school. So did she, give or take. We’d be at parties and sometimes she would go off and fuck someone, sometimes I would, and one tme we even fucked a pair of friends in the same room. But it wasn’t a group thing, it was more just two very horny teenagers who are politely ignoring the fact that other sex was happening in the room at the same time. Still… it got me off that that I could hear her. Read more »

Special kind of Uni vol.1 Ben [free use] [M] [F] [fantasy] [exh] [Fsub] [huml]

There is this guy that I absolutely despise! Ben! I met him on my first day of Uni and he’s been an absolute nightmare. I was having a good day until he spilled MY coffee all over me and gave me an attitude over it. Then on every class that I’ll express an opinion – he’ll fight me on it. I wouldn’t be surprised if he starts claiming that the sky is red just to get on my nerves. My favorite professor, Mr. Wallis, got used to our fights so much that he gave us an assignments to make us work together but that was a complete disaster. We were arguing for a week and I had to finish it mostly by myself.
Anyway..

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A Submissive Man’s Fantasy

To discover your submissive side is an extraordinary experience and usually due to chance. As a teenage man, you look at a photograph of a self-assured woman in a magazine and you notice she seems to gaze at you with confidence in her eyes. After, we begin to develop our curiosity for these kinds of pictures. We discover that being humiliated by a woman, getting spanked by her and licking her feet makes our dicks hard and excites us terribly. The idea of being treated like a dog by a woman gives us an overwhelming sense of joy. What a submissive man loves most is feeling weak in the face of a woman’s power and female loving authority

What was only a fantasy quickly turns into a true obsession that takes over our entire life. We will not rest until we are transformed into a lap dog servicing our Mistress, who will make us obey her with a look or the snap of her fingers. We, submissive men, exist to serve and honor women. To pretend otherwise would simply be to deny our very nature. We must take charge of their household chores, lavish them with gifts, obey every order no matter how degrading. Read more »

[group] A fun weekend trip turns nude- Part 2

Per your requests I added names with the first initial matching those from Part 1. Between Parts 2 and 3 I’ll go back and add the names to 1 for you folks. Thanks for reading so far!

Continued from Part 1:

….” So there the five of us were, sitting, drunk, horny and pretty much butt naked with only a few options left. At that point, considering everyone’s adrenaline fueled intoxicated horniness, Truth or Dare was the obvious next activity.”

Before starting the game, we adjusted the room temperature and removed the table we used for blackjack. We sat in a circle beginning with me, then to my immediate left was Kate, to her left was Chris, then Tara, and sitting on the edge of the bed next to Tara, was Marie, who completed the circle. We set a couple ground rules so that everyone was comfortable. The rules were as follows: No male on male action AND Chris and I could not perform sexual acts with each other’s girlfriend. The latter, I may reconsider nowadays. Read more »

I want to turn you on (; [f] [any] [lit]

Have a super kinky fantasy you are dying to read? Is there someone you can’t help but think about fucking? I will write your deepest dirtiest fantasy! I am kink/fetish friendly. (; Email me for inquiries: lilithkmae@gmail.com

19[f] and Buttfucked into Oblivion [m] [anal] [oral] [piss] [cum]

Girls of the 90s read romance novels while boys flipped through dirty mags. That’s why there was such a sexual disparity between most men and women who grew up in the 90s. He’d want to fuck her ass and cum on her face. She’d want a dozen roses, a romantic dinner, and to be swept off her feet.

But girls of the 2000s? They grew up watching porn. Mandy was one of them — so by the time she was 19, she had a wild fantasy and very high sexual expectations.

She met Scott online and they started to fool around. She wanted to do all of the stuff she watched online, which was perfect, because he did, too. Scott was 21, so a little older, but not by much.

Mandy had “granny hair” — dyed silver and tied up in a bun or pig tails. She was skinny, peppy, always giggling. Her favorite outfit was knee high rainbow socks, Chucks, and booty jean shorts. She had green eyes and dimples and was basically as cute AF.

She also had nice medium sized breasts and a cute little butt. Read more »

The Atrium [MF]

I know you weren’t looking at me or thinking about me … but the way you came up the stairs, looked in my direction … and then you sat directly across the atrium from me, in full sight of where I was standing. I won’t lie, that felt completely intentional on your part … as if you want to see me, and you wanted to be seen by me. In a time I shouldn’t have been, I was fixated upon you … it was distracting. Honestly, I stood there after I was off the phone, in hopes that something would happen … knowing it wouldn’t.

You see, I was standing there in the doorway of two vacant offices … and all I could think about was you walking across the atrium and through the doorway of the first office. Your phone conversation has ended, as did my own. You walk through the door, and what you want is immediately, and readily, apparent to me … my cock stirs as I see the desire in your eyes. Apparently the one sided interest is not-so-one-sided after all. Read more »

[MF] Kylie smells good. (Olfactophilia)

When I was 22, I knew a girl named Kylie who was 19. I wanna share something with you guys. It’s the single best day I’ve ever had, one that I’ve replayed every day of my life and probably always will. This is long, I hope you enjoy it.

I live alone with my fat cat Max. He’s a good boy. A long stretch and a light growl woke me up that Sunday afternoon following a late night of playing music. I woke up hungry. That never happens. That hunger pulled me out of bed, dressed me in a hurry and sent me on my way to a little bakery up the block. I wanna take a moment to thank my stomach for taking me to that bakery, for setting me up to run into Kylie.

“As I was walking down Rubadub Square!” The beginning to a favorite tune faded away as I took out my headphones and stepped around the corner, spotting her leaned against the outside wall of the bakery. *smile* Read more »

[MfM] Local Work [prost] [fantasy] [Mdom]

Ming sat down heavily on the shoddy bed, causing it to creak worryingly. The little room at the back of the inn had cost her most of what money she had left. While that had not been a lot to begin with, it hardly seemed worth it for what she had gotten. Even so, it was a roof over her head, and the bed was clean enough. Not _clean_, as such, but _clean enough_. Looking through her purse, she found that she only had a few copper pennies left, and realized she’d have to scare up some income if she wanted her journey to continue; Rosefire was still almost two waynweeks away, and at least three times that on foot, and she’d have to be very fortunate to get there on anything less than half a crown.

After changing her travel leathers for street clothes, she made her way back to the common room, where a couple of pennies bought her a light meal and half a bottle of weak winterfruit wine. As she ate, she watched the room for opportunities to make a bit of coin, but nothing obvious presented itself. Read more »