04-03-2007, 09:17 AM | #81 (permalink) |
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So many hot, wet fantasies not enough space on the internet for all of them.
One of my favorite fantasies, happens to be my husbands too. I go out with a friend of mine, Missy, for a girls night out, he is home alone when we get back to my house. He is laying on the bed with the TV on and we go in to try and coax him into having some more drinks with us, he isn't sure if he want one so we go and make him one and bring it to him anyway. We both sit on the bed with our drinks, feeling quite tipsy already, laughing and talking. After a few more rounds of drinks, I decide to take a shower because it was so smokey at the bar we were at, I just want to freshen up. While I am in the shower, Missy lays down on the bed on her stomach, her head at the end of the bed, opposite him. Missy is 22 and beautiful, brownish, red, wavy hair, beautiful big breasts with large pale pink nipples and a little ass. She is thin and a little girlish looking, innocent looking but looks can be decieving. My husbands laying on the bed and her beside him but their heads are opposite eachother and she is on her belly. She is wearing a short pink skirt and not panties. She opens her legs just enough to give him a peak of her extremely smooth, damp,pink pussy while she is watching tv. She can feel his eyes on her. He can't help but notice and stare, wondering how she would feel on his now throbbing cock. They talk, all the while her legs spread just wide enough to get him hard. They start joking around and teasing eachother, he tickles her and she tries to take control by climbing on top of him. They tickle and wrestle a little while she tries to stay on top of him and she can feel his hard cock pressing against her smooth lips as she squirms on top of him. Just then, I return from my shower in my towel to grab some clothes. At first I am angry, what the hell are they doing? Then she tells me in a flirty voice that he has been a bad boy while I was in the shower and that she thinks we ought to teach him a lesson. Hmmm, now its "us" against him, my jealousy is gone and I am ready to play. We both climb on the bed on top of him, he says in a jokingly voice that he likes this game. She asks if I did what she told me in the shower, I answer yes, she wants me to show him, I drop my towel and reveal my newly shaved pussy. He instantly goes to touch it and she slaps his hand, she tells him he is naughty and to lay down and be a good boy. She rubs my newly smooth lips and starts to kiss me softly. I am getting so wet. She tells me to take off her clothes for her. She tells me to unzip my husbands pants and pull out that naughty cock. She wants me to hold it while she sucks it slowly. I watch helplessly as this beautiful woman takes my man inch by inch into her mouth. He is moaning like I have never heard before. He watches as she tells me to lick his cock, then to suck it, she grabs my hair and asks him if he likes the way I am doing it, he says he wants me to take it all in my mouth, without warning the has my head in her hand and pushes my mouth down on his throbbing pink cock and pulls it back up by my hair. She tells me to slap his cock on her tounge and face, then we both suck his cock together, me on his balls while she takes his head deep in her hot mouth. She decides its time to straddle his face and spreads her pink lips over his hungry mouth, his hands reach up to feel her huge breasts. I climb on to ride him as she rides his face. Our breasts bounce and rub together, nipples hard now, she moans from his tongue finding every crevice of her pussy. She starts kissing my breasts, rubbing my clit as I ride him harder and harder, we trade places and he almost explodes as he enters her hottness, he eats me like never before, she bounces up and down on him, I finish from the sight of her riding my man so hard, she screams in the big o as he empties a hot load into her. Last edited by 2girlsforhim; 04-03-2007 at 09:24 AM.. Reason: Automerged Doublepost |
04-28-2007, 04:18 PM | #82 (permalink) |
Husband of Seamaiden
Location: Nova Scotia
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As I was fumbling for my keys at my front door, you sidled up beside me, and whispered in my ear, "I've got a surprise for you." We are just arriving home after a comfortable dinner at a nice restaurant. You take my hand, the one that isn't trying to open my door and hold it in yours. You squeeze it hard until I look at you. You are so beautiful, wearing a pretty sweater and a long skirt. You slide one hand down the front of your skirt, pressing it to your thighs. When you've reached as far as you can, you bunch your skirt up in your fist and pull it up your legs. I watch, transfixed, as the hem rises above your knees to reveal your stockings.
You take my hand and press it between your legs, where I'm delighted to discover that you've neglected to wear any panties. You gasp as my hand slides between your lips and tickles the wetness between your legs. I'm torn between wanting to explore more between your legs and wanting to take you inside the house. I leave the keys in the lock for the moment and turn to look at you. Your eyes are wide and your lips are parted. I can see your eyes flicking between my eyes and my lips as we draw closer. I run my free hand up the back of your neck and into your long hair; you moan as my hand cups the back of your head and I pull you to me. I graze your lips with mine and pull back, stretching your lower lip out in between mine. Your eyes are closed now and you are swaying slowly. My hand is still stroking your lips, and you are leaning into me, willing my hand to explore more of your pussy. I kiss you harder, and your tongue flicks along my lips, and I suck it into my mouth, where I can nibble on it slowly. I pull back and watch you, waiting for you to open your eyes and look at me. When you do, I open the door, and push you through it backwards, my hand still busy between your legs. I drop my coat on the floor and kick the door shut behind me. You walk backwards down the hall towards the bedroom. The streetlights shining in the kitchen window show you pulling your sweater up over your head to reveal your beautiful breasts encased in a lacy bra. I take two long strides and reach you while your sweater is still over your head. "Not so fast," I whisper, "we've got a long way to go yet tonight." I maneuver you into the bedroom with your sweater still over your eyes and open up the bedside table for the blindfold. You pull your sweater off, and I can see a beatific smile and you keep your eyes closed. I slip the blindfold over your eyes and take the opportunity to kiss your ears and neck. I reach around behind your back and unclasp your bra, slipping the straps over your shoulders. You know how I like to do this, and you hold your hands over your breasts, slowly letting the bra slip off revealing your hard nipples. I kneel before you and you press your self into me. I can lick your nipples, and the juicy crevice under your breasts. You moan and lean over me, urging me to further lick you and caress you. I stand up beside you and unbutton your skirt and slide it down your legs. You step out of it and stand in the moonlight wearing just your stockings and the blindfold. Standing beside you, I whisper in your ear, “You know what I want to do, don’t you?” Mutely, you nod and move forward onto the bed, stretching languidly out onto your hands and knees. You move your head down and raise your hips, spreading your legs apart. I can kneel behind you, and for a moment, I just look, prolonging the anticipation that you are feeling. I can see your lips spreading apart, and the wetness from your arousal glistening in the moonlight. I lean in and slowly lick you, using my tongue to spread your lips out further. I slide my tongue as far as I can inside you, licking and sucking. I move up and lick your ass until you are as wet there as your pussy is. You love it when I do this, and you push back against me, urging me to lick you more. You reach your hand back between your legs and use your fingers to rub your clit, reaching inside yourself to make them wet. I quickly strip my clothes off and kneel behind you; your fingers brush my cock, and you hold your lips apart for me to slid inside your pussy. You moan and I can feel your pussy clenching on me, so much so that it’s hard to push back inside you. I move in the long deep strokes that you like so much, pushing as deep inside you as I can, and then pulling out almost all the way. I reach into the nightstand and find the little jar of astroglide and the thin vibe. Uncapping the bottle with one hand, I pour it in drips on your tailbone, where I watch the drips running down into your ass. You moan and shiver at the coldness of the drops, and in anticipation of what is coming. Taking up the thin vibrator, I switch it on, and sl-ow-ly slide it inside your ass. I can feel the vibrations on my cock from inside your pussy. I can feel your fingers brushing my thighs as you frantically rub your clit, looking for release. I can feel my orgasm building up like a sneeze, and just as on cue, you throw back your head and cry out, and just then, I feel myself explode inside you.
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04-28-2007, 07:49 PM | #83 (permalink) |
Insane
Location: Lone Star State,USA
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Lip Service (a Fantasy held by Charity Jones)
------------------------------------------------------------ The room lights have been turned off. Through the shuttered blinds the amber glow of sunset slips into the room, bathing all in a soothing chiaroscuro of mellow golds and greys. Music flows softly from the stereo: the slow, sweet, silver rhythms of a Spanish guitar, rippling like the waters of an azure pool just kissed by an evening breeze. You sit relaxed and peaceful on the sofa, your head resting on the the soft crushed velvet, gazing up at the flickers of twilight on the ceiling. Your tie has been unknotted, the top two buttons of your shirt undone; the stress and weariness of the business world at last are slipping away. There comes a merry jingling at your waist; the whisper of leather on fabric; and your belt is loosened by hands other than your own. You lift your head from the deep padding of the sofa back and look down at the brunette sitting on the floor between your legs. I smile up at you as my fingers find the latch of your zipper and pull it down. I spread the fabric, seeking the slit in your boxers that will enable me to free your cock; my fingers and hands rub against the bulge of your groin and your arousal quickly becomes apparent as a stiffening protrusion begins to rise beneath the cloth. At last I find the slit, lifting it with difficulty over the now-stiff member which springs free from the confinement of your pants. I gaze at the immense organ, so long and thick, crowned with its swollen purple head... the shaft is so hard it's throbbing, pulsing slightly with each beat of your heart. Your cock is so powerful and majestic... so beautiful and strong... it fills me with such awe and reverence for you... I want to adore it, worship it and its owner: my Lord and Master. My fingers rise to touch the shaft just beneath the rim of the head. You sigh softly with delight. I let my fingers slide down, feeling how hard and unyielding your flesh has become -- I can barely make an impression in the skin. The bulges of veins pass under my fingers, adding texture to the otherwise smooth surface. With the palm of my hand I rub the underside up and down, smiling at your groan as I feel the pressure in your enormous organ, how it pushes back against my hand. My fingers slip back down to your lap, pressing against the base of your shaft to hold it steady for the work I am about to begin. I note with pride that there is ample room for all eight fingers. I lean forward, my tongue emerging to tickle the gathering of skin just beneath the head. You flinch at my touch, sighing, your hands reaching behind me to stroke my hair. The strength of your large hands fills me with pride and security. I feel safe in your presence, protected and sheltered by your power, and I want to show my gratitude and devotion by pleasing you, by worshipping at the temple of my Master's cock... The underside of my tongue swirls up over your bulging cockhead. You shudder. I let my tongue play with the head, licking it, circling it, sliding over the depression where the single eye waits to spurt forth its treasure. I could play with the head for hours, loving the taste and feel of it, loving the sight of the swollen purple oval so taut with the pressure of your excitement... the rigidity of your cock tonight is so severe that it seems it must be painful, and I want to make love to it, goading it until it bursts forth and all the stress and pressure that you feel erupt to flood into the soothing wetness of my mouth... let me soothe you, Master... let your adoring slave offer you her body, that she may give you peace... Your hands come to rest over my ears, your fingers cradling the back of my head. You mesh my thick hair in your grip as you seize me gently but firmly. I yield myself up at your touch, surrendering my will to yours. Gentle waves of pleasure are washing through me now: the joy of my submission to my honored Master; my profound, unshakeable trust as I give myself up into his hands, knowing that he has absolute power over all that I am... I kiss the head of your cock with lips puckered wide -- long, deep kisses, wet with desire. You groan again -- your hands push my head tenderly but irrestibly forward. Your voice comes forth, a whisper rough with passion: "Suck me, bitch. Suck my fucking cock." I open my mouth. Your cockhead wedges itself between my lip and tongue, forcing its way in. You lift your hips slightly and the head plunges inside, filling my mouth with your taste as it bulges against my palate. Pushing my head lower, raising your hips, you begin to work your shaft into my throat. Your flesh is dry and does not slide easily -- it drinks the moisture from my mouth to lubricate itself -- but my mouth is watering so, that you are soon slick with my wetness. A long, low groan escapes from your lips as your head pushes into the back of my throat. My mouth is open so wide that it feels I might dislocate my jaw... I gag as your head tickles the back of my throat and you pull back. "You want it all, don't you, slut?" you whisper with a smile. "Tell me how much you want it." You pull your cock out. It stands enormous and glistening before my dazzled eyes. It seems even larger than before, as if it has grown inside my mouth. I look over the head to gaze up at you, my eyes alight. "Please, Master, give it to me," I beg desperately. "I'm so hungry for your beautiful cock... I need to suck it... it tastes so good... please feed it all to me, kindest Master, please let me suck you... I want to make you cum in my mouth, I want to swallow all of you, every drop...." You smile down, taunting me. I dart my head forward, mouth open, trying to put you back inside, but you pull away. I pout with frustration; you laugh and grip your cock, smacking it once, twice, three times on my lips and cheeks. Each time it lands I strive to kiss it, but it is drawn away too fast... "You're a whore, aren't you, Cherry?" you tease. "Tell me you're a whore." "Oh, Master," I agree, writhing now with lust and passion. "I am such a fucking whore. Master knows what a cheap fucking slut his bitch is!" My voice drops to an intense, desperate whisper as I plead with you: "Please, Master, won't you treat me like a slut? Treat me like a fucking slut!" "Prove to me what a good little slut you are, Cherry: suck my cock... and make me cum." I jump forward, I am so eager, and take your stalwart tool into my throat, my lips locking around the shaft. Bracing my hands on your thighs, I plunge my head up and down, sucking you... I love the way your cockhead rubs back and forth over my tongue and palate... the salty taste of you in my mouth... the texture of your stiffened flesh slipping over my rounded lips. Your shaft slides silkily in and out, glistening with the warmth and softness of mouth. Mmmmmmmmmmmmm, you taste soooooooo good.... Your hands are in my hair, holding tight, pushing me down again each time I come up. I feel tension growing in your fingers... you're getting close! I work harder, bobbing my head even faster, my lips gripping tighter to increase the friction. The sounds of your joy fill my ears: deep, guttural, masculine groans of delight. I love to make you feel so good... A buck of your hips, driving you deep into my throat. Your fingers lock in my hair, pulling almost painfully. You bellow like a wounded bull... and the sticky stream of your seed gushes into my throat. I gulp frantically as my head flies up and down, swallowing as much as I can, but some escapes my lips, running down the sides of your pumping cock... You sink back against the couch, shuddering, as I swallow the last flowings of your ecstasy. My head slows; I pull off, smiling at the gratifying sight of your glistening cock: drained of its tension, it is already starting to lose its rigidity. As you sigh softly above me, stroking my hair, I think with pride of the gift you have given me: it seems I can feel it in my belly, suffusing me with its warm glow... I bend my head to your lap, licking up what I was not able to swallow. As I feel the limpness in your body, your peace and relaxation, I know that this is a service that I must perform more often.... Just before I begin my bath ,I remember how I was in somewhat pain several nights ago. I had been forced to work late at my job downtown and had not been home to prepair Master's dinner or be ready for sex when he was ready for me. When I came in breathless and tired at 9PM Master was waiting for me in a dark living room, the dog collar and leash in his hand. My clothing was soon on the floor in a rushed dis- robing and I was on all fours with the collar tightly around my neck. Master walked me into the den where I was given a severe butt spanking with his hand and his favorite paddle: an old hairbrush of mine. My ass stung for an hour and I had trouble sitting down next day. Friday is a day when I am forbidden to wear any underware to work and Master has altered my bras with the tips cut out so my nipples show under all of my blouses and tight tops but the bra does not count as it supports my 34D breasts and is a means to humiliate me at work. I was terribly embarrassed and humiliated every day at first, as the male workers seemed to hover around my desk and my face must have been very red all day. Now I have gotten use to it and most of the guys have stopped asking if I was cold or just very excited. I suppose I have a reason for acting mad at Master but I do not. Being submissive and loving him and the humiliations he thinks up for me gives me a thrill to hurry home to him and picture the scene of me on my knees before his spread apart thighs and my lips slowly sinking down his throbbing erection and his look of pleasure that I am creating. |
05-17-2007, 07:27 PM | #85 (permalink) |
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Location: Oh Canada!!
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Hockey and hockey players have always been a turn on for me, so my fantasy involves both. I'm at the game and my fave team wins. Somehow, my fave player ends up alone in the dressing room and I find myself there with him, in the empty dressing room. I'd start taking his gear of when he's sitting on the bench and then give him head. After awhile I'd end up sitting on top of him and riding until we're both on the brink. Then we'd move to the showers (which in my ideal fantasy are totally clean and germless hehe) and all the showers would be on and we'd have wicked sex on every position in the showers. The other variation on this is having the locker room not be empty, but full of other players. Maybe even mulitple players. Hmmm.
I also like the idea of sex with a stranger. Like you catch eyes with someone and it's like you both can't help yourselves and end up having wild passionate sex without even exchanging names. *edit* As for sex in the elevator, I almost got away with this a nightclub/event centre once. We stopped the elevator and were going at it when the staff started it back up and kicked us out of the club. It was pretty hot though...
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05-23-2007, 12:19 PM | #86 (permalink) | |
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Location: Spring, Texas
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I hope this is safe to say considering the forum here...but...I think I need to go get a towel!
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05-26-2007, 12:18 AM | #87 (permalink) |
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Location: California
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Hey my post was removed. Did I say something wrong? Here, I'll post it...once again...
About a semester ago at my college I had this really hot Asian teacher. One day I was finishing up my midterm and I was the last student in class, and she was just there at her desk grading papers. It was around 6:00pm and the classroom is in the basement of a building. It was kind of dark inside the classroom since we see a lot of slide shows of art history. So I was thinking as I was finishing up my test, my fantasy hee hee. I pictured walking up to her desk with my completed paper in my hand and about to hand it to her. She looks at me, and I look at her for several seconds that seem like an eternity. Right in the eyes. And then we just start going at it. We start kissing vigorously. Everything is becoming intense so fast. I shove everything off her desk onto the ground and lift her up on the table. Then I take off her sexy blouse and rip off her enticing skirt. I tear my shirt off. Then I just straight up slam her right then and there. She moans as I proceed to penetrate her. She claws on to me with force, letting me know how she wants it. So that's how I give it to her. She smells so good it's almost unbearable. The experience is rough, but very pleasurable at the same time. It may be indecent of us since I'm 18 (at the time) and she's 29, but we don't care. We just want this one moment for ourselves.
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05-27-2007, 03:00 PM | #88 (permalink) |
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Location: Raleigh, NC
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This thread is qutie arousing I must say. My sexual fantasy was somewhat derived from a song though. The singer Edwin McCain has a song, "I'll Be." A part of the lyrics are "rain falls angry on the tin roof, as we lie awake in my bed." I have always liked the sound of that.
I would love to just have a guy who knew exactly what my sexual fantasy was and would make it happen. He would lead me outside on a warm summer day while it's raining and lay me down in the grass and gently begin to kiss me and partially undress me. I would prefer to be wearing a dress in which case he could pull the upper half of the dress down and pull the lower half up for easy access. Pushing all of my buttons, kissing my neck, nibbling on my ear, caressing my breasts, sucking my nipples, the works. Then he would proceed to pull me near and begin having the most passionate love I have ever had. But as things progress I would want it to start storming and lightening in which case we would stop and go into the house, preferably a cute, little country cottage with a tin roof. After we get inside, he would lead me to the bed where he would pull my soaking dress off and lay me down. There we would continue untill I have had multiple orgasms and am exhausted then he would finish and we would lay in bed togeter in each others arms and fall asleep listening to the rain on the tin roof.
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05-27-2007, 09:11 PM | #89 (permalink) |
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A few years ago my boyfriend at the time was helping one of our friends get a field ready to plant some barley. I'd go out and ride the tractor with him and even drive it. This really turned me on, I got to thinking how hot it would be to have sex on a tractor. People driving by while you are plowing the field and having sex, the rows in the field are all jagged. I didn't ever build up the courage to do it though seeing as how it was a friends tractor. Lately though I've had the desire to do it on a tractor again. A few weekends ago I was up at my sisters boyfriends property for a bon fire and asked the guy I am sort of seeing if he wanted to do it on the tractor and he said no thanks. I was so bummed, one of these days my fantasy will come true
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05-29-2007, 05:18 PM | #90 (permalink) |
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Location: illinois
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omg.where to begin......... ok
one of my bigest fantasies is to buy a full legenth trench coat the whole leather corset and panties whe big dimond fish nets and some black stripper thyhigh boots...... go to my boyfriends work with several goodies in my bag*handcuffs,whip cream, cherrys,ties and the no brainer blindfold* go into his store when hes working alone wearing all my leather wear uner the coat with my hair up and a pair of shades on walking up to him asking him for his help with something and right when hes not looking blindfold him and shove him into the handycapt dressing room shoving him on a chair with my heals not digging but enough to let him know whos the woman.....cuffing him down to the chair then whispering in his ear do u know why you are in here? ive been told that you are bad and thats not exceptable then whiping him lightly ripping off his clothes kissing and biting every inch teasing him with the cherrys and whipcream flickering my tounge and tounge ring....slowly removing the blindfold ripping off my treanch coat to reveal my sexy devilish wear! dancing and teasing him right in that dressing room not caring who or what costomer comes in..................DAm dam i must do that! |
05-30-2007, 11:28 AM | #91 (permalink) | |
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Location: Aberdeen, NJ
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I have saved this story on my computer for future... erm, use. Last edited by lankrypt0; 05-30-2007 at 11:30 AM.. |
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05-31-2007, 04:19 AM | #92 (permalink) | |
Falling Angel
Location: L.A. L.A. land
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08-31-2007, 06:33 AM | #93 (permalink) |
Falling Angel
Location: L.A. L.A. land
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Heh, I looked for this thread to give it a bump and I find I was the last one to post in it.
So now it's bumped. Let's hear some more, or some updates.
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08-31-2007, 09:01 PM | #94 (permalink) |
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Location: Australia
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Firstly RonRyan85 that was sooo hot
I have a few so I'll just post them seperately. Warning EXTREMELY long - also contains typoes and numerous grammatical errors I walk hesitantly into the room not sure which is stronger the anticipation or the terror at what's about to come. I don't know what to expect except from his promises that I will be satisfied by the end of the night. I notice my hands are shaking and clasp them in front of me not wanting to show any signs of my fear or my excitement, by now being here knowing he is standing behind me his eyes examining my legs through the sheer stockings and the way my heels prop up my ankles emphasising the muscles in my calves and the tininess of my feet the two have merged so completely even I don't know what I am feeling any more. "May I take your coat my dear" His voice comes from behind me startlingly close as he reaches his arms around my waist, his hands pale against my black coat and the black sleeves of his shirt, and undoes first the tie then the buttons running down the front of my only real garment of the evening. I had ofcourse dressed as per his instructions my desire to please him greater then my fear of being pulled over on the way here. With his sliding the coat off my shoulders I'm therefore left in nothing but a black lace bra, garter and panty set, the lace and mesh so sheer that the size and shape of my hard pink nipples can be easily seen through the material. The black material combined with the dim lighting of the room makes my skin look even paler so I appear a study in contrasts the black of my clothing and hair against the white of my skin, the only spot of colour being the dark purplish red of my lipstick. His large rough hand trails down the length of my spine to cup my ass and squeeze gently "Beautiful" his breath whispers in my ear the words barely heard. "You may assume the position" I move forward knowing by now the way to his bedroom, while we have never taken things to this length before it is hardly the first time I have met him. Entering the room I approach the fourposter bed and raising my arms place them against the top bar visible as the canopy has been moved to the corners. He comes up behind me and shifts my arms so they are diretly above my head before tying them in place with the gold rope used to hold the canopy curtains, it's feels smooth and cold against my skin. Despite myself and my surety that I was ready to take this step with him I can feel my breathing start to quicken and feel my breats encapsulated in the bra start to move quickly, I can see he has noted this to as once my arms are firmly lashed he moves around infront of me for the first time that night, his fully clothed form makes me feel more vulnerable in my near nakedness. His hands raise and trace my features, eyebrows and lids slipping down the angle of my nose and my cheekbones to my lips where they linger, one finger seperates my lips and teeth to play with my tongue his flesh warm and salty in my suddenly dry mouth, the other continuing down to my collarbones. I don't know whether that hand is tracing letters or numbers or just random patterns but the goosebumps he leaves in his wake seem to amuse him a small smile twisting his lips. "So very responsive" His finger withdraws from where it had remained teasing my tongue and I can't help but follow it slightly with my head a small disappointed noise leaving my throat against my will at the loss. His hands quickly unsnap the front closure of my bra my breasts spilling free, his hands are just able to contain all of them with my arms raised above my this way. He toys with them tracing patterns around the aerole and flicking my nipples til I start shifting trying to ease the burning pressure between my thighs then dips his head to suckle and nip at them til every motion of his tongue or teeth or fingers draws an involuntary noise from me. He withdraws suddenly the air cold on my nipples, I swear they're hard enough I could cut glass with them aching for his touch to return, instead he moves over the other side of the room and rolls out a small table on wheels, as it comes closer I can feel my heartbeat and breathing icnrease. The table holds a variety of whips, dildos, clamps, even what appears to be a needle suitable for piercing. He waits watching my wide eyes letting me examine what he plans for me for the evening before stepping around behind me and tying something over my eyes, I can now see nothing but it feels like the items on that table are burnt on the back of my eyelids I cant stop seeing them. "P .. please don't" My voice is whispery and quiet knowing it will anger him if I speak without having permission and I can tell from the halt of his hands which had been leaisurely rubbing my ass that it has indeed done so. "I see if you can not obey a simple instruction to keep silent I will simply have to gag you" His hands now hard as steel grasp my lower jaw forcing my mouth open and inserting something, I can feel the strap going around my head and his hands fiddling with something at the back fixing it in place, careful exploration with my tongue reveals that the gag is ring shaped allowing me to make noise but not form words or close my mouth. The feel of metal against my hip make me freeze. it's slides along and up under my garter belt slicing through my panties, I can feel them drop on that side before the procedure is repeated on the other and the flutter to the ground. His fingers are suddely at my pussy, no warming up strokes no rubbing but a sudden intrusion and yet oh so satisfying. "Why, you little slut you're positively dripping for me" His hand withdraws and moves up to my breasts, ocne again wetness on my nipples makes them contract in the cold of the room but this time it is my own juices rather then his saliva. Once he seems certain that my nipples are as hard as they are possibly going to get he ceases playing with them. I'm left in the silent darness, I have no idea hwere he is, I didn't hear him leave but due to his hatred of footwear inside his own house, excluding the high heels he has a fetish for ofcourse, I very rarely ever hear him move. Just as I am about to move my head and try to raise the blindfold I feel a sudden sharp tightness on my right nipple, a small noise is wrenched from my throat barely dying before a similar noise escaes upon a similar sensation clamping down on my left nipple. It feels like they're being bitten, hard, but the sensation is not fading rather lingering til I can feel the consistent ache which signifies that blood circulation has ceased to those parts of my body, almost a relief until he flicks one and it come burning back into a burning sensation that is a mixture of pain and pleasure. His chuckle at my reaction, an instictive jerking away which ofcourse only makes my breasts move more and intensifies the sensation is quickly folowed by a series of burning trails upon my back felt before I hear the crack of the whip. This goes on until my breasts, stomach and back feel like they're on fire and I am sobbing though I can't tell whether it is from the pain or the knowledge that one touch to my clit at any time and I will orgasm harder then I have in my life to date. His hands rub my burning ass soothingly before descending to tease my entrance, I'm so close and yet so far, tears of frustration pouring from my eyes to wet my blindfold, I can hear myself begging for orgasm, for release, for pain, I don't even know anymore the words twisted by my gag "Peez .. peez... oh peez uth 'et 'e cu'" Something larger is slowly working it's way into my pussy, oh so slowly, no sudden movements which might start off an orgasm but a gentle insertion until it sits against my cervix, there and yet not enoough, despite the invonluntary movements of my hips, his hands work around my waist and I relise after a few minutes of him not touching me that he must have fixed it in place somehow as it stays lodged deep inside me. The ring of the doorbell sounds loud in my ears and I can hear him curse under his breath before he strokes a hand down my still burnign back. "I'll be back shortly, don't go anywhere" I can hear footsteps approaching the room, loud after like hours later to my tortured mind of the only noises being my sobs and the crack of the whip. "Oh my God" That's not his voice ... it's higher, not womanly definitely a mans voice but it doesn't ruffle my senses like velvet rubbed the wrong way the way the voice of my master always has. "As for your tip, you can have a few swings at that delectable ass if you like" A hand touches the ass in question gently, hesitantly, obviously not my master, running over the welts left by the whip and down the straps around my waist to trace a circle around where the dildo enters my body. It withdraws before it touches what I need most and then comes back down hard on my ass reigniting it making my back arch and my legs collapse in the sudden welter of painful pleasure my weight hanging purely from my arms. I don't know how long it goes on for but I know I have started begging again when the hand stops. I can hear the two men exchanging words but my mind doesn't seem to be able to comprehend what they're saying. Shortly after my master begins tracing the patterns of the welts that liberally decorate my body "So little one, do you want to cum?" I answer him the best I can my voice broken from screaming and still muffled by the gag. He undoes the strap around my waist and eases the dildo out from me, I can smell my own arousal suddenly strong in the air. With a sudden thrust he's inside me, not as big as the dildo but warm and moving and alive, his breath is warm on my ear and I know he can feel my pussy clenching around him so close until his hand comes around and sharply pinches my clit and I'm there and it's pain and pleasure and everything is a hundred times more intense, the feel of him inside me the remaining burn from the welts and my still captured nipples, the smell of my arousal mixed with his and the wet slap of his loins against mine and my own voice harsh from continued use crying out in ecstasy, without even waiting for it to end while I am still at the peak of that wonderful terrible feeling his hands come up and release my nipples the rush of blood combining with everything else and it's all over whelming and everything in life that makes it worth living seems summed up in those few moments before it all fades to black.
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09-03-2007, 08:55 PM | #95 (permalink) |
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i personally have quite a few of fantasies but the one i favor most, i feel is a little bizzar. i know this forum was started by a guy but, its really a womans reply that i want. no to the point. i have always wanted to take part in watersports but, my g/f finds it a little strange and, so does just about n e other woman that i have talked to about it. but what do u guys think am i f*ckin weird, or is it ok? am i the only one or, have you heard of this before?
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Now this is something I really enjoy reading general sex and swingers stories
I love stories of all kinds but I'm partial to the exhibitionist stories when written by real people. There is nothing that gets my juices flowing like a couple really good stories...wow Quote:
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09-14-2007, 07:03 PM | #97 (permalink) |
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Mine are fairly standard...
- Group sex with just me and other females - MFF threesome, and watching my boyfriend fuck another girl - Sex with another woman - MMF threesome I've had a threesome before but it wasn't EXACTLY a threesome. It was with another female. |
09-15-2007, 09:10 AM | #99 (permalink) | |
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09-15-2007, 01:00 PM | #100 (permalink) | |
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10-06-2007, 02:10 PM | #101 (permalink) |
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sigh...
All I want right now is for a strong hand to gently pull the hair back away from my neck (right behind my ear) and for someone to gently kiss me right there.... If i ponder beyond that, Im gonna go crazy.
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10-07-2007, 06:09 PM | #103 (permalink) | |
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i'm walking around the PS section of a huge as library looking for what will for sure turn out to be a great book. i'm focused on watching the numbers and letters on the spines of the books, not on anything else that could be around me, when i bump into something. i look up and it turns out to be someone. a woman, with shoulder length redish black hair, skin the color of wet earth, dark eyes, and lips without make-up. she smiles, we say sorry, and i find out she's looking for the same book. a short conversation of favorite books (fingersmith, return to isis, SIP, and deliver us from evie) leads us to movies (saving face, loving annabelle, when night is falling) i ask for her number, but she wants to make sure i'm a good kisser first, "no need to waste our time," she says, "kissing is the most important part of sex." . . . and i'm a good kisser and good kissing leads to nice touching, heavy petting, knee rubbing (you can guess where) and next time i know we are on the floor having sex . . .
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10-08-2007, 09:59 AM | #104 (permalink) |
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I've never had nasty hotel/motel sex so my fantasy after not fulfilling it this weekend is Nasty hotel/motel sex... the kind where the head board is hitting the wall so hard it's rattling the fake crystal chandelier and the people in the next room are banging on the wall to try and get you to stop. I so could have done that this weekend but was so tired I passed out as soon as my head hit the pillow!
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08-05-2008, 07:43 AM | #107 (permalink) | |
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Back on 12-19-2006, I posted:
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It went beautifully. Watching her switch off blowing the "other guy" and me was amazing. Talking about it after, she said that it was a fun way to bring in an additional partner without having to share me with a real person. I'm sure we'll be inviting "him" to play again.
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08-05-2008, 05:57 PM | #109 (permalink) |
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well, now that the thread's been bumped, I have to ask: Halx, have you gotten any excitement??
AND: this isn't so much of a fantasy, but... My wife's going out with her girlfriend this week. After a couple of months of just girls hanging out, this time its.... a planned sex excursion. This lovely lady is sweet, charming, and in my opinion incredibly attractive. Imagine a dark haired rockabilly chick that sort of looks like Flo, from the progressive insurance commercials. Anyways, I'm not invited to participate, but I have been invited to hold the camera.. definitely a fantasy. I've got plenty of batteries for the 3 10 Megapixel cameras, and the DV cam is charged, tripod ready... wooot.. hurry up Thursday! t
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08-07-2008, 07:29 AM | #111 (permalink) | |
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New fantasy: Random airport stranger sex.
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08-07-2008, 08:06 AM | #112 (permalink) |
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I'm not the greatest talker that ever lived and my hand writing can be pretty cryptic. So for the first couple of years I would text my fantasies to my girlfriend. These would generally get longer and longer (10 messages sent as one seem to be the limit) until I just couldn't be bothered writing that much into a phone any more.
Anyway, the stories I write her now seem to get too big and generally they slow down or I loose interest before the actual sex begins but I find they give us enough leway to begin making a fantasy real then improvising the dirtier bits. Here's one I started today for her: We spend some time discussing and preparing for our evening, drinking and laughing, making sure all the details are just right before we begin. After an hour or two we are ready. We have drunk enough courage and refined our plan to the last detail, all it takes now is for us to begin. You disappear out the door to make your grand entrance and I sit waiting in the front room with the video camera. I hear a knock on the door, the signal to begin recording, and your entrance shortly follows. You take your time to come through the door allowing me enough time to track your emergence into the room starting at your stripper heels, rising up along the nylon stockings covering your beautiful legs, to the hem of the little black dress we picked out, past your narrow waist up to your beautiful breasts. You look deep into the camera and give it a wicked grin. You walk a couple of steps, the only sound above my heartbeat is that made by the large metal ring that hangs from your leather collar. You glide over to the computer to put some music on. I stand up and walk behind you as Peaches first album surges out of the speakers. As Peaches does her work, so do you. Your legs cross at your ankles and you drop down to your elbows on the desk in front of you. I take my time filming you leaning over then slowly you begin to lift up your dress to reveal the top of your hold-ups. I see your head turn as you look straight into the camera, smiling, and then slowly biting your lip as you raise your dress all the way up to your hips to reveal the full glory of you magnificent behind. I take it all in, the fruition of a fantasy coming to life. I would be frozen there like that, forever, if you didn’t giggle. The sight of you bent over the desk with your dress hitched up is made all the sexier by the jewelled rosebud in your ass, sparkling beautifully, like a pornographic disco ball. I’m brought out of my trance as you lift one of you hands gently of the table and bring it sharply down on you behind, creating a smack that wrenches me from a very happy place. Fortunately I awake in an equally happy place. You stand up and let your dress fall back down to a more presentable level before walking over to the middle of the room. I keep the camera on you as you slide the straps off your shoulders and let the clingy black fabric drop to the floor. Again I am mesmerised by the curves of your body. You stand there with you hands on your hips as you kick away the dress. I stare at your wonderfully body as I pan the camera down your sexy physique. Your nipples are adorned with little clamps held together by a short chain. Under your breasts sits the corset I bought you for valentines, snugly hugging your waist. Below that is the crude writing and arrows we painted on earlier, all pointing to a freshly trimmed pussy. Then down to your lovely long legs, clad in black hold-ups. As I pan back up to meet your face you smile at me and motion for me to come over to you. I always feel with this sort ther is too much 'you do this' 'i do that' 'then this happens'. I tried writing one with dialogue but eventually the dialogue ran away with me and I got 9 pages through and forgot what I had intended to fantasize about. Ho hum.
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08-07-2008, 08:43 PM | #113 (permalink) |
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I've thought of that one, too, but what sounds even more exciting to me is an extreme blind date. It's set up by someone who doesn't know me or her, and starts when we're led blindfolded into a hotel room. We spend a full night together with the lights off, acting out everything we've been too shy or afraid to suggest trying with people we knew and leaving nothing to our imaginations.
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08-17-2008, 10:37 PM | #115 (permalink) |
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When I was very young had fantasy being with middle agend woman. After I grew up it is mostly to have good sex with my gf. Still waiting for real hot ... Recent fantasy is about bi-curious girl. Only bigirls. And I dont insist to play with both. One can be mine and the other just a friend. Strangers ummm could be really hot if it is mutual
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08-22-2008, 11:05 AM | #117 (permalink) | |
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I have kind of a freak fantasy: Shooting my load up her nose. The only time it would really be fun would be to do it to somebody you don't really respect or like, and since the only person I'm intimate with is my wife, I don't see it ever happening. |
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08-22-2008, 12:28 PM | #118 (permalink) |
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Hey rr1024 what is the difference between MFM and MMF? also between FFM and FMF?
a good reading http://www.asstr.org/~Kristen/42/an.txt Last edited by curiousbear; 08-22-2008 at 02:50 PM.. |
11-15-2008, 11:17 PM | #120 (permalink) |
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I guess you could call it second hand fantasizing? I like to think of things my SO might be fantasizing about doing with me, especially in the time before we got together. I've got a huge thing for dirty talk. Bonus points if it's telling sexual fantasies, so that's an all aroung favorite of mine.
I love being pinned to a wall, his hips pressed just above mine, his teeth biting just hard enough on my lip, balanced with one arm above my head holding my hands and the other arms pulling my hips in close. That situation features often. |
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