Tag: Fantasy

(32)[F] – (22)[M] Intern at work – Nothing But Paint

Sorry for the delay! Was a busy weekend. These are the continuation of the events that happened more than a month ago.

This picks up from where the previous part left off. You can read Part 23 [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/xvq6sb/32f_22m_intern_at_work_the_girlfriend_dilemma/)

**Part 24 is below**

I was in a daze as we got into my car and I started driving us to the nightclub which was about 20 mins away. I could barely keep my eyes on the road as Eric’s fingers were caressing my bare thigh just below the hem of my extremely short skirt. His hands would occasionally creep a little higher and closer to my inner thigh. I held my breath and my body went taut with anticipation, but his fingers would reverse course much to my disappointment. He was thoroughly enjoying teasing me. He slipped his fingers just barely under the hem of the skirt a couple of times but never went any higher. Words were totally unnecessary to convey how turned on I was as we drove in silence.  I had pretty much soaked my lacy g-string by the time we reached the night club and parked nearby.  Read more »

Well Researched (M4F, NSFW, Fantasy by Request)

It’s the Friday evenings I enjoy most, work is done for the week, and after I wrap up a good workout at the gym my plans to relax can finally come to fruition. What comes as a surprise to most who know me is the fact that my weekly routine includes spending a lot of my weekend at Barnes and Noble. The solace of a good book among the thousands available offers the capability to lose myself, so off I head in a near rush so I can let it all go. The barista practically knows me by my drink; not that its hard being a stiff black coffee and all, but it’s the second one that I enjoy toying her emotions around a bit as I decide between green or red tea. Even with all the extreme excitement of the second drink choice, I’ve usually powered my way sufficiently through a book to the point to know whether I am taking it home and then moving on to find another. Sometimes, I end up finding one that I cannot seem to put down no mater how hard I try. They know me here; well mostly, so its cool. Read more »

[MF]A Magic Carpet Ride

I was very fortunate to do a college internship with Disney World as a character cast member. If you have ever worked there, it is policy that dating among employees is strictly forbidden…that said, a program full of horny college kids isn’t going to follow that rule very well. I had several experiences with cast mates while there; all were also characters.

I’m sure you can imagine that the costumes for many characters are horribly hot, heavy and uncomfortable in the Florida heat. Fortunately, my costume wasn’t terrible because I was a princess. I was Belle. I had two costumes that I wore primarily, one more of a peasant dress and the other a large ball gown.

The first time I played with a fellow character was in the float storage area. Aladdin and I had been flirting it up since we had our orientation class. He was a student from another school but in the same program. And he looked very much like his character, as I did mine. The night before we had been at a bar with other cast members, flirting and touching. He was very into me and ended up kissing me as we left. Read more »

I cherish the cum I possess. LA [FMMM/22-35] [Oral] [Solo] [Orgasm] [Fantasy] [Cum Eating] [Masturbation]

I imagine that it began in college. The warmth that I felt within was physically addictive. My ex boyfriend wanted to hook up with me and a male friend of his after I got wasted at a party one night. I was inebriated and depressed. I was sucking his friend’s cock while my ex-boyfriend was fucking me after they both played around with me for a while. I gave him a look when he claimed he was going to cum, and he understood it to mean “fill me up.” So he did. I agreed to let his friend fuck me when he requested, and I also let him cum inside of me. My ex boyfriend was upset, but I didn’t care because it felt wonderful.

At this point, I still want more… I no longer take birth control, but I still use an app to track my cycle, and everything is now well. Any time I’m not fertile, I ask my partner [M31] to cum inside me. When I’m fertile and he can get on my tits or in my mouth, I believe he’s happy. Read more »

[FM] – Helena’s Horny Halloween House – [femdom][rough][spanking][pegging][fingering][prostate stimulation][facesitting][sex worker][professional domme][big tits][BDSM]

As I shakily applied shaving cream to my face, I wondered if it was too late to call my bank and report that credit card purchase as fraudulent. Sure, I had been the one to type in the numbers, but I wasn’t exactly thinking coherently. If you wouldn’t be allowed to operate heavy machinery while in my state, there should also be some regulation against 2AM purchases of over five-hundred dollars. 

With a boozy brain, I had enthusiastically agreed to Halloween plans with an old college buddy. He linked me to a flashy, password-protected website that featured photos of two very gorgeous women donned in gothic garb. I clicked through some photos of the exhibition and saw that it was a lurid take on a haunted house experience. Allegedly, the home itself was haunted with spirits from the nineteenth century. The page promised a night crafted for the ultimate horny thrill seeker, the squeamish and prudish warned to stay far away. The details of the evening’s festivities were vague at best, only providing coy bios of the group of go-go performers that were hosting the event. They were to guide individual guests through the house, acting as our guides, perhaps. As I scrolled the dancers, I fixated on one in particular, Helena, a petite and curvy brunette with a cherub face. She looked more dangerous than the rest, her dramatic, stormy eyes projecting through the screen and into my soul. I assumed there would be plenty of dancing during the performances, and I would love to see how she moved her body. If I was going to assign a partner to myself, it would absolutely be her.  Read more »

I fulfilled my neighbour’s Princess Leia fantasy [FM]

I was coming home from a Halloween party fairly buzzed. It had been a very fun night of dancing, and I had absolutely rocked my costume. I went as Slave Leia, and I was very proud of myself. Both for pulling it off, and having the confidence to walk around that exposed the entire night. Somehow it felt a lot naughtier than a bikini on the beach despite the fact that it was technically more fabric.

As I walked to the front door of my building, a whistle caught my attention from above. I looked up to see my 2nd floor neighbour leaning over the railing of his balcony to look at me. Given the top-down perspective, I’m sure he had quite the view. We’ll call him Darius for the sake of this story. He was a black guy in his thirties, very tall, and very muscular. I would seriously not have been surprised if Darius went to the gym a second time some days, just for posterity. He and I had a very flirtatious relationship. I had caught him staring at my ass in biker shorts shortly after moving in, and he had been confident enough to fully admit that he found me attractive when I called him out on it. Read more »

[C] Cyberpunk: A Humiliating Hacking [M 20’s] [F 20’s] [Molestation/rape] [Mind control] [Femdom]

[Features: Humiliation, small penis humiliation, cyberpunk, brain hacking, post orgasm torture, rape and molestation, premature ejaculation, female masturbation]

Cassandra, or as everyone actually called her, Cassy, was a bit of an odd duck. She had grown up in the System and that had most certainly not helped anything, moving from one bad home to the next and sometimes living in modern orphanages called Foster Care housing. Either way, it had helped her quickly get use to what everyone felt sooner or later. Power Disparity.

The Club’s music was loud and the lights were strobing enough to give a regular man a seizure.

That was a healthy part of the why. Why the way she was the way she was. But it wasn’t the whole story. Sure, a shitty childhood growing up, being helpless, was a strong part of it. But it wasn’t everything. Here in Cyber City (renamed from Franklin City due to the mayor having extraordinarily bad taste), and most of the surviving planet by now, the Power disparity was insane. One poor man could starve and die on the streets and another man with money could augment himself to be able to withstand high caliber bullets and think at 10x the speed of a normal human. And that was without getting into the really high tech level individuals. Read more »

The Experience. Part 3. (Fantasy, Willing, Consensual Control)

I listen to her silent command and start to take off my top as she comes over putting her hand out she takes it from me after I pull it off over my head.

“Omg you are taking entirely too long…I get this is clearly your first time but hustle. Here.” She seemed to have softened a bit as she said that but then she was reaching for me and before I knew it she was undoing the button on my jeans and pulling my zipper down and then she started yanking my pants down. They fell to the floor and I stepped out of them just in time for her small fingers to wrap around my panties pulling them off. Before I knew it I was completely naked.

Naked and feeling exposed I stood there while she piled my clothing and shoes into a bag and then she moved to the pile of fresh clothing.

Wait the mirrors. I stood there fully nude and remembered those mirrors. “Can people see me now?” I nervously ask her. Read more »

The Experience. Part 2. (Fantasy, Willing, Consensual Control)

The handle turned abruptly in my hand just as I took hold of it.

Open it swung with such speed and such presence, almost as if it were saying to me, you can do this.

Ok you CAN do this……omg no I can’t.

I froze.

I just stood there trying to adjust to the difference in the dimly lit room from the stark white and bright hall. I blinked a few times but before I could see much a figure appeared suddenly from behind the door, “Umm hello? Are you coming in? Hurry up, we only have a few minutes before he is here!” This must be my handler….they had said I would have a handler in the interview. My guide apparently through all of this unknown…well either a guide or someone to keep me in line it seems more like it by her almost harsh tone.

Ok I’ve got this….1,2,3, annnnd

GO!

Before I could think anything else I stepped over the threshold and the door boomed authoritatively as it closed behind me, then a thick thud was heard as the lock automatically went into place. Read more »

I Made My Boyfriend Wear My Asshole Boss’s Dirty Underwear [FM]

The hustle doesn’t stop.

I was twenty three years old, fresh from the Midwest to a big city, working in a thankless field where you’re expected to forever pay your dues. Grinding away in the office, running errands, your feet sore as you ride public transportation for an hour so you can pass out in your six story walkup.

I moved to the City with a boyfriend from college. We shared a small apartment with two other roommates. It wasn’t always the most romantic situation, especially since our place was always a crowded pigsty.

Not to mention I was always exhausted from work. I had a boss named Clark who I worked as a personal assistant. He was, to point it kindly, a pampered asshole who claimed to be self-made but came from wealthy stock in toney Connecticut. He was an all-around suburban jerk in his late 30s who liked to pretend he was tougher than he actually was; that he had the kind of grit and preserverance that the City instills in people, even though he spent most of his time here ensconsed in unbelievable privilege. Read more »