The Hyperphantasian book series, Book 1 – Forever, Chapter 1

Chapter 1 – Something Changed

Troy was a college senior at the Wilmington Academia of Technological Training, (Try saying that three times fast) or WATT for short. He was tall, light skinned, medium build, with green eyes, and short curly brown hair.

Hints of his muscles could be seen behind his shirt, as he walked by.

When women passed him in the hallway, he noticed something different about the way they looked at him, something more than just a look.

Some of the women had this look of curiosity, which innocently started at his eyes, then worked their way down his body, before looking away. It was as if those women knew they weren’t supposed to look, but did anyways, so their heads fought to turn away.

Other women had more of an animalistic look, some even biting their lower lip, as if trying to taste him. Their look of intensity was far from innocent, more like the look of a hungry animal, which started at his eyes, and stayed there, before going straight for his bulge.

He felt like those women were trying to signal to him, “Hey you, I want that, inside of me, right now.”

My first lesbian experience the summer before college [FF]

To say I’ve struggled with my sexuality wouldn’t be fair. I’ve always known I wasn’t totally straight and I’ve come to understand that sexuality is more fluid and a spectrum than binary. I know some might not agree and hope you’ll respect this isn’t the platform for mean spirited debates about sexuality or my sex life :)

The summer before college I was in a weird headspace. Life was changing, my high school boyfriend and I broke up, and I was about to move about 2,000 miles away to a school I wasn’t even totally true I wanted to attend. The one thing I had to look forward to was camp.

Every summer since I was 13 my parents sent me to sleep away camp. It’s where I learned to camp, swim, kiss guys, make fires and overall just get into no good. Eventually, being the ultimate camper led me to being a counselor in training and eventually a chief counselor.

My friend Zoe wasn’t really into the whole camp thing, but her parents owned the camp and made her my co-head of activities. We’re both short with naturally brown hair, but I would describe her body as a little more curvy than mine and she was far more blessed in the chest then me. She also wasn’t shy about it.

Fucking one Tinder hookup while HE picks my next – It’s the Tinder Conga chain! (28f) [FM]

I’ve accidentally invented a new dating/hookup game and it’s crazy good fun, often kinky and an amazing way to get some variety to your one night stands… I call it the Tinder Conga!

It started with a regular tinder hookup. Match. Quick chat. One drink. Back to his. Fuck.

The sex was good but he was one of those guys that liked the sound of his own voice and so was talking constantly. To start with the only way I could get him to shut up was by sitting on his face but once the actual fucking started I gave in and just joined in the conversation. It was a little weird but sometimes with hookups you’ve just got to go with the flow!

He was mostly talking about sex and dating generally but while I was riding him he got onto tinder profiles and how he came to swipe right on me. Which gave me an idea. I paused bouncing on his cock for a few seconds and grabbed my phone. As I sat back on his cock I gave him my phone with Tinder already open. I told him since he had such a good system for picking dates and hookups that he should take a look through my matches and pick MY next hook up. He could either just choose one and tell me or, if he wanted, he could actually send them a message while we were still fucking.

[MF] The Harbor Gets a Free Show

Hey all!

I’m back again with a story about the wife and I from the “before times” (pre-pandemic). About two weeks before to be exact, when we took a weekend away in Baltimore.

The hotel room we booked was super nice. A very fluffy king size bed in the middle of one wall, with a floor to ceiling bow window looking out over the harbor. A specially made couch fit right up against the window. The bathroom was huge, with a fancy stand up shower stall complete with built in bench and glass doors. We were both impressed.

We spent most of our afternoon at the National Aquarium. After being in the crowds for close to four hours, Wifey and I both wanted to get back to the hotel and shower before dinner. As cold as it was outside, it had been sweltering inside. The walk back to the hotel wasn’t exactly pleasant either. The cold wind whipping at the sweat on our faces really sucked.

Back at the room, Wifey stepped into the bathroom first. I stood in front of the couch at the window admiring the sunset when she called out to me.

Two Coeds and Their Professor Play a Game, Pt. 2 [M/f/f, D/s, Blowjob]

[Part 1](https://old.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/pg9ep6/two_coeds_and_their_professor_play_a_game_pt_1/)

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The perfect start to a Saturday night. Two of my nubile students over for a Lit 101 “movie night.” No movie so far. But, we did devolve very quickly into a kinky game of Shakespeare trivia. Ella was crawling towards me now, her small body bent seductively as she shyly approached. Her task: find out how big my cock was. Simple enough. It was growing, bulging against my dark jeans. She’d have to inspect it closely to get a proper sense of its size.

She came right up to me, her head between my knees. She placed her hands on my thighs and raised herself to a seating position. “Um, it looks like you’re already growing, Professor. Is this game turning you on?”

“That’s for you to find out now, isn’t it? You heard Aly. You need to see how big I am. Go ahead.” I motioned down towards my lap, emphasizing the gently pulsing tent beneath my fly.

She slowly moved a hand towards my belt and began to unbuckle it. I looked over her to see Aly biting her lip. “Enjoying this, Aly?”

Ship Control 6 – Mf, Mind Control, Humiliation, Light BDSM, Dubcon

This is part 6 in a series. I don’t think I can link to the others here, but the readeranonerotica subreddit has an index stickied at the top with the rest of the series. I hope you enjoy.

“Yuna”, if you are out there, I know this is beyond what you paid for, with your dignity, and I hope you don’t mind if I take the story in a new direction.

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Yuna drifted in the most delightful dream. Totally helpless and at Henry’s mercy. At the mercy of his power. Henry tracing his hands along her skin, leaving no milometer untouched. Henry’s fingers finding their way into her every sacred space. His cock sliding into her. His words, his power, reverberating through her. Fucking.

As she drifted up, towards consciousness, the ache in her body, the ache from hours of hard sex. Sex like she had never had in her life. Except, no, they had only had sex the one time, in the shower. Not hours? Not enough to make her ache like this. Not enough for her to feel bruises.

Sia’s city exhibitionism Part 3 [solo, public , FF]

Sia felt so fulfilled and comfortable in her own skin she could’ve gone straight home, but she suddenly remembered the reason why she came here today: “The party!” she exclaimed and hurried out of the shopping center. It was almost nine now and the bar had surely opened already and it was being filled with the usual people. She took a few turns down some alley ways, where just a block off, she could already see some lights and music playing. The bar was called ‘The Black Rose’. She wasn’t aware of the naming process, but it was a bit cheesy for her taste. The folks who frequented the place were all mostly women who had a particular interest and the owners replied with equipping the place with lighting to fit the mood, some stalls for privacy and some round tables encircled by sofas which were unusually low. While the bar hadn’t explicitly allowed, nor advertised ‘that’ sort of behavior, it was usually tolerated, as long as nobody caused any trouble and stayed within reason and good taste and fun.

The rich girl who liked being bred [MF]

[I decided to share another story after submitting my [first](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/penmif/i_fucked_the_thick_chick_from_the_supermarket_fm/) and [second](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/pfzyev/facefucking_the_girl_from_the_pub_quiz_fm/) several days ago; this one is pretty drawn-out but that’s how it went down and how it still feels in my head! It all happened a few years ago so I’m working off memory–particularly for the tidbits of dialogue, though in retrospect I’ve found those the hardest part to forget]

A couple years out of uni I went through an especially sex-crazed stage of life. I have always had a high libido but this time it was like my brain was at most a co-pilot. I was on Tinder a ton and one of the first things I did when entering this phase was to widen the age and distance brackets on my profile. This worked great; I was living in a big city but public transport made it relatively easy to vary up my dating life (mostly fucking lots of pent-up tourists, lol) with the occasional adventure into the wild, and I still cherish a lot of these small town hookups–plus a lot of women were willing to travel into town to meet, which I hadn’t expected, and it’s very fun and flattering to have a fwb who is so amped up they’ll take the train just to fuck you.

Fun during a snowstorm [MFM]

During a snowstorm that left many without heat and power, my wife and I found a way to keep things hot. A friend of ours snapped me and asked what we were up to. I told him we were just hanging out and drinking a few beers and he asked if we’d pick him up. We live in a small town and he was only a couple of blocks away so I said we’d be there in a few minutes.

I guess a little back story is needed here. My wife, our friend, and I have had a threesome a couple months back. It was our first and we all had a pretty good time. My wife has gotten into being an exhibitionist over the last couple of years and I love it. We used to post pretty much daily on Reddit and she even had a premium Snapchat for a while until a couple of people recognized her and we didn’t want it getting out in our small town. After our initial threesome we had all agreed we wanted to do it again. Our friend, we’ll call him “Jake”, had hit us up a couple of times but we were too busy to get into anything. That was until the snowstorm hit.

John’s Day Out, Part One [MM] [Oral] [Anal] [Fiction]

He missed his bed.

John knew his own bed, traveled every contour of its surface in nights of restless sleep. His head remembered the pillows, their softness worn away from years of use. His body felt for the mattress, the divots it had created as he often fell in after a tough day of work. Not even the sheets, with holes from which stuffing creeped which he’d been too lazy to fix, were missing. Replaced by a bed that had never been slept in. The warmth of these sheets, and the mattress’ soft surface beneath his back, were nice amenities to be sure. For a moment, he even considered going back to sleep. But, a promise WAS a promise. And when Marcia had already been so kind, doing this little thing wouldn’t hurt.

Forcing himself to wake up, John shoved the covers aside. Even in just the single night, staying with his neighbor was the most sleep he’d gotten in weeks. He’d even done so in pajamas, mostly to avoid uncomfortable situations in the middle of the night. Thankfully his wardrobe was 90% sweatpants, so finding something to put on had been no trouble at least. He’d put on a shirt as well, though something told him that would be less of an issue. Odds were, she wouldn’t be interested in his chubby stomach and hairy chest.