Infinite Fantasies: The Merman Fantasy (M/F/F) (Fantasy) (Mermaid) (Oral) (Anal)

I was giddy with excitement! Isabella told me all about her fantasy and the insane orgasms she had, and I couldn’t wait for mine. I walked into Infinite Fantasies all smiles. What Isabella didn’t mention was how sexy Stefan was. My pulse raced as his hand brushed mine as he told me all about how *Infinite Fantasies* worked and how it would give me a hyper realistic fantasy.

After I told Stefan what my fantasy was, he smiled and led me to a private room, placed the silver disks on my temples and left. I took my time undressing, thinking about the fantasy that I was about to enjoy. Isabella told me about her dominating vampire lover, my fantasy was more exotic. As I pulled off my jeans and t-shirt, I checked myself out in the mirror. I wore a simple pair of white panties adorned with a bow along with a matching bra.

I crawled onto the bed, the red silk sheets feeling great against my skin. I slid my panties down my legs and shivered as the cold sheets touched my bare ass. My bra came off next and I lay there, completely nude. Stefan’s voice broke in, making me jump.

[MMM/F] Abducted, Tickled, and Enslaved… (BDSM, Fetish, noncon, long)

Gilly had spent too long goofing off on Reddit and daydreaming again. The irritated Starbucks staff had to boot her out of the café 5 minutes before closing time, but at least she could finally say that she’d finished her last high school paper. With her laptop stuffed in her backpack, she walked back to her car. She shivered a bit as a gust of wind blew over her. Even with summer right around the corner, the nights in northern California still remained fairly cool. She regretted not bringing a sweater or something. She had parked a couple of blocks away to avoid paying the parking fees, so she’d have to stomach the occasional cold gust.

[MF] Getting even with my ex: Part 1

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-But this is dirty, how do I…? How can you ask….?

-Lick it. Lick it well.

-But this is….. I can’t imagine…

-Do it

-This is…

-Shhhhhh

-I can’t….

Thwack! A firm but gentle slap rang across Sud’s left cheek as I looked her in the eye and signalled she’s not going anywhere until she does it.

Her beautiful face had drool and precum all over it. Mascara ran upwards towards her scalp. Lipstick was smeared. The red faded into a pink. Her hair was sticky with dried spit. She had a look which expressed a bit of fear, a bit of eagerness and a lot of confusion.

I held her head firmly and guided it between my legs. She closed her eyes, tight shut and dived into her new place of work. Very tentative and measured licks commenced. I let her do it for few minutes.

Very unkindly, I pulled her up by her hair. I flicked her left cheek with my finger in a stinging manner. She was taken aback. I moved very close to her face.

The Final Initiation [M+F] [Oral] [Anal] [PIV] [Magic] [Ritual]

“It’s time.”

Allison Evelyn had been waiting to hear those words for nearly three years. They marked the final step in a process that began the day she made a fateful decision to run from a world in which she never belonged. Many parts of that process had been difficult, strenuous, and downright heartbreaking at times. Now, after all that struggles and strife, she stood on the cusp of her greatest reward to date.

“I’m ready,” Allison said in response, not even looking towards the source of the voice.

“Are you sure?” the male figure replied. “Once you enter the chamber, there’s no turning back.”

“I’m sure,” she said without hesitation. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”

The man fell silent. Allison still didn’t look up to greet him, nor did she acknowledge him when he left the room. It was part of the process. She wasn’t allowed to see or identify the face of anyone involved. Even if she recognized the voice, she couldn’t put a name to it. This night and this moment was all about her.

Black Harvest, White Seeding (Interracial, rape, boys, women, demons, Halloween)

Black Harvest, White Seeding
by DiscipleN

Here is my second story of black boys raping and dominating white women, inspired by the drawings of the artist known as “Shota” on (Shotachan da net).

WARNING: Vast amounts of interracial bullshit is written below. Abandon reading it! I repeat, Abandon reading it!

[PROPER DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction, regardless of age, or relation, sexual assault is illegal. The author does not condone any sexual activity among persons under 18 in real life.]

Halloween is the autumn festival, Samhain, that foretells the darkening of the skys and the arrival of snow. It is the harvest festival in many lands, known by different names, but true followers believe the separation between the spirit world and the living world narrows. Gaps through that veil can be found.

Ellen Kent stood on the step ladder, helping her college friend, Patricia, put up paper bats and other decorations along the school’s corridors. Patricia was an administrator, employed to assist, evaluate, and shepherd teachers at the small, “Late-Middle” school for boys of 14 years or older.

[M]y [f]irst reddit [SUCCESS] story

Five years ago, I was in the unfortunate situation where I had broken up with my girlfriend, but we were still living out the lease together. Yikes, I know. So I did my best to get out of the house as often as I could. One prong of this approach was to post and respond on the r4r subreddits: /r/dirtyr4r, /r/BaltimoreAndDCr4r, even Troll4Troll. Yes, there is such a subreddit, which I only found through using the somehow then-working search function and looking for “f4m” and “VA” or “DC”. It was there that I found the (long since deleted) post that described a 27 year old woman who was traveling for work and would be in town for a week and was looking for a date. I messaged her and described myself, a 25 year old 5’10 athletic guy with brown hair and a beard, a lot of chest hair, and some tattoos. I included a picture and listed a few interests, but didn’t get my hopes up– internet personals aren’t known for their high response rate.

[MF]Daytime road head next to the police [oral][roadhead][nsfw][Str8]

It was spring. My girlfriend and I were driving home after a long day of visiting relatives who lived hours away. On the road my girlfriend, Beth, and I were hours from home but deep in conversation.

As road trips tend to go, our conversations got deep and turned sexual. We exchange sex stories and are both very turned on by each other’s dirty tales.

She told me she had a fantasy she’s always wanted to try but never got to.

I ask what’s that?

Beth leans over and start kissing my neck. My cock is so hard it’s hurting against my jeans. She grabs it and releases me from this prison and straight into euphoria. My queen moves quickly and stealthily between me and the steering wheel. I put it in cruise and lend back. She goes deep and wet on me. It’s all I can do to stop myself from cumming right away.

Broke, Fat, Black, and Ugly. Ch. 10 [nc, rape, oral, interracial, rough, mdom, cuck]

Broke, Fat, Black, and Ugly

by DiscipleN

[this story has over the top, racist bullshit so thick you can’t mistake it for the insulting lie it would be, if written for anything other than fetish fantasy]

Chapter 10

Terry lingually drove Stace to three more orgasms by sundown. She lost all pretense of rebellion. She wept and held on to me, while I came twice to each of hers. When the sky darkened, he let her go. He told her to make supper for her parents. We had stocked our shelves with vegetable soups for Donald. She made spaghetti for me. Terry sneered when she offered to load a plate for him.

I wondered at stupid things, like why he required me to suck him clean and then stuff his cock back into my cum dripping cunt. Terry must have fucked himself dry that day. Stace slept in her bedroom, while I slept mounted to a fat pole sticking out of a fat mound. I woke in the middle of the night. His cock lurched inside of me. He moaned in his sleep, but the only cum there had been launched late afternoon. Never the less, I dismounted and sucked him clean. I fell asleep, plugged once more by a horrid man’s never withering protrusion.

The time I [m]et an innocent virgin [f]rom reddit.

This isn’t the only time I met someone from reddit, and it’s not the most X-rated story, but it’s something fun I thought I would share. I was innocently browsing r/drityr4r (the only way to browse this sub is innocently) and I saw a post with a title something like **19 [F4M[ Ca / Online – Sheltered virgin, needs help**. When I opened the post the girl said she was Muslim, a college student, lived at home with her strict parents and had basically no experience with men, and was looking for someone to at the very least discuss some of her fantasies with her.

Now, first of all.. I’m too old for this girl. But I thought I could lend a helping hand (I’m nice like that..and a bit evil), so I wrote her offering some advice and maybe some dirty talk. To my surprise she quickly wrote back and said I was one of the few non-dick pick or overly aggressive replies to her post and she was happy to chat and see where things led. While we were both in California, it turned out she was more than 300 miles away from me, so anything in real life seemed out of the question. This led to weeks of chatting on kik and getting to know each other with some light sexual flirting, but nothing too much. She really wasn’t experienced with men at all and seemed to get quickly uncomfortable when the texts became too sexual, so I backed off. Oh, and her name was Alya.

Say it again

*Continuation of The Relationship. Accidentally deleted this story, reposting. First post available in comments.*

*While not critical to understanding the story, Part One provides helpful context as it contains the back story of the two of them and sets the tone for the fly on the wall experience you will enjoy below.*

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“Say it again”, his whisper pierced the stillness of the hotel room.

“Say what?” Stella giggled, the coy edge of her seductive smile giving away how delighted she was to finally have something he wanted to hear.

But Levi was in no mood. He grabbed her wrists, tenderly, but intently. Looking just underneath her eyes in that sore, pleading way he doesn’t know that he doesn’t know how to fake. It caught Stella off guard. Could she be the first to have told him this?

Let’s go back to where it started. The parking lot of the Billings, Montana airport Hilton.

Levi’s damp curls stretched to the middle of his shoulders. His hair was sopping wet, even though he’d tried to avoid getting water on it in the shower. He just wanted to look his best so Stella would have a good parting image of him when he dropped her off.