brief fantasies

[Kittyscave]

Is it possible to share fantasies here? I generally do not, unfortunately, have the time to read multi-part stories, as much as I'd love to.

I do, however, very much enjoy hearing other people's fantasies and sharing my own.

Will others play along and share their favorite fantasies in some detail, so perhaps, they can even become our own?

I'll start, but only if I now other's will also chime in (or if, of course, ordered to do so )


K

 

[NightOfPassion2]

Is it possible to share fantasies here? I generally do not, unfortunately, have the time to read multi-part stories, as much as I'd love to.

I do, however, very much enjoy hearing other people's fantasies and sharing my own.

Will others play along and share their favorite fantasies in some detail, so perhaps, they can even become our own?

I'll start, but only if I now other's will also chime in (or if, of course, ordered to do so )


K

Chime in....sure. I'll even bring my own bell.

 

[Kittyscave]

Okay. I posted a very succinct version of this on a different thread yesterday, but then thought about it all day and embellished. I hope you enjoy it and share, as well.

The way the subway car jerks and shakes... it provides a natural grinding motion for the bodies on-board. I feel the steel rod in your pants as the car sputters. Smiling to myself, I'm amused over the stranger with the hard on. Then I feel your hand swipe against my outer thigh. There's hardly a hair breadth between us and the other passengers, so it's understandable. But, you did it again. Your hand is grazing my thigh. Then, you seem to caress my outer thighs. Really? You have some nerve! But, we're so smashed in, I against the door, that I can't very well turn to say anything to you. You begin to explore the curve of my ass, caressing it, fondling it. And I remain stationary until your hands wrap around my waist and you pull me closer into you.

Feeling your hand slide up my shirt and under my bra makes me tense. Surely, this can't be happening, right here on a completely packed train, in front of everyone. But you squeeze my tit hard until my nipple is large and stiff. My breathing quickens as you begin to run your fingertip feather light over just the very top of my nipple. My body shudders at the sensitivity and I feel your breath on my neck. A minute more of that and I'm writhing with every centimeter of leeway afforded me.

I hadn't even noticed how my hips had begun rocking back into your bulge. "Please... please stop torturing my exquisitely sensitive nipples. Pull them, pinch them, squeeze my tits. But, this is killing me." I keep my thoughts to myself because I get the impression you wouldn't care and even if I mustered the strength to whisper my thoughts, you wouldn't hear it over the roar of the subway car and the conversations going on all around us.

My breathing is rapid and shallow. You are driving me to orgasm with a simple brush of your finger across a singular nipple. When I begin to shudder and my thighs lock, you stop and rest your hand across my breast. I heave a sigh of relief and disbelief.

The other hand, formerly resting on my pelvic bone restraining me, pressing my body into yours, hikes my short skirt up and grabs a fistful of my pussy. Your growl in my ear upon receiving my sex and it's wetness lets me know you have found what you waited for. You grasp my cunt hard again and pull me close into you as you grind yourself into my ass.

I feel your thumb slide beneath the fabric of my panties and rub my engorged clit. The motion makes me gasp and twist in your grasp. Again, I hear you moan. Your hot breath at my neck. An animal toying with his prey.

And the rest of your hand slides slowly under my panties, weaving large fingers between long lips, slickness spread across my inner thighs as you stroke and squish your digits through the messy wetness between my legs.

I feel my nipple being pinched and pulled. The sensations both counter and complement the fire in my sex. You know exactly what you're doing to me. My knees go weak as you plunge two fingers inside of my pussy and curl up and out. Again. Still stroking my clit. Still pinching my weary nipple. Again. And I moan. I bite my lip. My hips gyrate and I'm sure everyone is staring.

"Cum," you growl into my ear. "Now." It was a demand, an imperative, delivered at no more than a whisper, sending an icy chill through my body that hit the nerves on fire and caused an explosive reaction. I sucked in my breath as my body convulsed. My thighs locked around your hand and held it in a vice grip as the walls of my pussy spasmed and clenched your still wriggling fingers. I released a flood of sex juice into your hand as your motions continued but slowed.

I relaxed and sucked in air. And you pinched my clit and nipple. Hard. And I came again. Hard.

I felt your hand slowly slide out from beneath my panties and heard you sucking on your fingers. Your mouth still close to my ear. "Mmmm." Should I be flattered? Pleased? Offended at these actions? I wasn't capable of thought or even instinct. I was a puddle of cum and disheveled clothes as the train pulled into the next stop.

Someone shoved me aside and the passengers began departing as I opened my eyes. The train was nearly empty when it dawned on me what had just happened. I had no idea who you were or where you had gone. And now you were... gone.

 

[Farawyn]

Okay. I posted a very succinct version of this on a different thread yesterday, but then thought about it all day and embellished. I hope you enjoy it and share, as well.

The way the subway car jerks and shakes... it provides a natural grinding motion for the bodies on-board. I feel the steel rod in your pants as the car sputters. Smiling to myself, I'm amused over the stranger with the hard on. Then I feel your hand swipe against my outer thigh. There's hardly a hair breadth between us and the other passengers, so it's understandable. But, you did it again. Your hand is grazing my thigh. Then, you seem to caress my outer thighs. Really? You have some nerve! But, we're so smashed in, I against the door, that I can't very well turn to say anything to you. You begin to explore the curve of my ass, caressing it, fondling it. And I remain stationary until your hands wrap around my waist and you pull me closer into you.

Feeling your hand slide up my shirt and under my bra makes me tense. Surely, this can't be happening, right here on a completely packed train, in front of everyone. But you squeeze my tit hard until my nipple is large and stiff. My breathing quickens as you begin to run your fingertip feather light over just the very top of my nipple. My body shudders at the sensitivity and I feel your breath on my neck. A minute more of that and I'm writhing with every centimeter of leeway afforded me.

I hadn't even noticed how my hips had begun rocking back into your bulge. "Please... please stop torturing my exquisitely sensitive nipples. Pull them, pinch them, squeeze my tits. But, this is killing me." I keep my thoughts to myself because I get the impression you wouldn't care and even if I mustered the strength to whisper my thoughts, you wouldn't hear it over the roar of the subway car and the conversations going on all around us.

My breathing is rapid and shallow. You are driving me to orgasm with a simple brush of your finger across a singular nipple. When I begin to shudder and my thighs lock, you stop and rest your hand across my breast. I heave a sigh of relief and disbelief.

The other hand, formerly resting on my pelvic bone restraining me, pressing my body into yours, hikes my short skirt up and grabs a fistful of my pussy. Your growl in my ear upon receiving my sex and it's wetness lets me know you have found what you waited for. You grasp my cunt hard again and pull me close into you as you grind yourself into my ass.

I feel your thumb slide beneath the fabric of my panties and rub my engorged clit. The motion makes me gasp and twist in your grasp. Again, I hear you moan. Your hot breath at my neck. An animal toying with his prey.

And the rest of your hand slides slowly under my panties, weaving large fingers between long lips, slickness spread across my inner thighs as you stroke and squish your digits through the messy wetness between my legs.

I feel my nipple being pinched and pulled. The sensations both counter and complement the fire in my sex. You know exactly what you're doing to me. My knees go weak as you plunge two fingers inside of my pussy and curl up and out. Again. Still stroking my clit. Still pinching my weary nipple. Again. And I moan. I bite my lip. My hips gyrate and I'm sure everyone is staring.

"Cum," you growl into my ear. "Now." It was a demand, an imperative, delivered at no more than a whisper, sending an icy chill through my body that hit the nerves on fire and caused an explosive reaction. I sucked in my breath as my body convulsed. My thighs locked around your hand and held it in a vice grip as the walls of my pussy spasmed and clenched your still wriggling fingers. I released a flood of sex juice into your hand as your motions continued but slowed.

I relaxed and sucked in air. And you pinched my clit and nipple. Hard. And I came again. Hard.

I felt your hand slowly slide out from beneath my panties and heard you sucking on your fingers. Your mouth still close to my ear. "Mmmm." Should I be flattered? Pleased? Offended at these actions? I wasn't capable of thought or even instinct. I was a puddle of cum and disheveled clothes as the train pulled into the next stop.

Someone shoved me aside and the passengers began departing as I opened my eyes. The train was nearly empty when it dawned on me what had just happened. I had no idea who you were or where you had gone. And now you were... gone.

Thank you.

Sadly, I really have been accosted and jerked off on while on the subway and it was NOTHING like this, and my coat got all cum on it. Same thing happened to my SIL. She chucked the coat, I dry cleaned mine.

Still... this was hot AF.

 

[pete]

Okay. I posted a very succinct version of this on a different thread yesterday, but then thought about it all day and embellished. I hope you enjoy it and share, as well.

The way the subway car jerks and shakes... it provides a natural grinding motion for the bodies on-board. I feel the steel rod in your pants as the car sputters. Smiling to myself, I'm amused over the stranger with the hard on. Then I feel your hand swipe against my outer thigh. There's hardly a hair breadth between us and the other passengers, so it's understandable. But, you did it again. Your hand is grazing my thigh. Then, you seem to caress my outer thighs. Really? You have some nerve! But, we're so smashed in, I against the door, that I can't very well turn to say anything to you. You begin to explore the curve of my ass, caressing it, fondling it. And I remain stationary until your hands wrap around my waist and you pull me closer into you.

Feeling your hand slide up my shirt and under my bra makes me tense. Surely, this can't be happening, right here on a completely packed train, in front of everyone. But you squeeze my tit hard until my nipple is large and stiff. My breathing quickens as you begin to run your fingertip feather light over just the very top of my nipple. My body shudders at the sensitivity and I feel your breath on my neck. A minute more of that and I'm writhing with every centimeter of leeway afforded me.

I hadn't even noticed how my hips had begun rocking back into your bulge. "Please... please stop torturing my exquisitely sensitive nipples. Pull them, pinch them, squeeze my tits. But, this is killing me." I keep my thoughts to myself because I get the impression you wouldn't care and even if I mustered the strength to whisper my thoughts, you wouldn't hear it over the roar of the subway car and the conversations going on all around us.

My breathing is rapid and shallow. You are driving me to orgasm with a simple brush of your finger across a singular nipple. When I begin to shudder and my thighs lock, you stop and rest your hand across my breast. I heave a sigh of relief and disbelief.

The other hand, formerly resting on my pelvic bone restraining me, pressing my body into yours, hikes my short skirt up and grabs a fistful of my pussy. Your growl in my ear upon receiving my sex and it's wetness lets me know you have found what you waited for. You grasp my cunt hard again and pull me close into you as you grind yourself into my ass.

I feel your thumb slide beneath the fabric of my panties and rub my engorged clit. The motion makes me gasp and twist in your grasp. Again, I hear you moan. Your hot breath at my neck. An animal toying with his prey.

And the rest of your hand slides slowly under my panties, weaving large fingers between long lips, slickness spread across my inner thighs as you stroke and squish your digits through the messy wetness between my legs.

I feel my nipple being pinched and pulled. The sensations both counter and complement the fire in my sex. You know exactly what you're doing to me. My knees go weak as you plunge two fingers inside of my pussy and curl up and out. Again. Still stroking my clit. Still pinching my weary nipple. Again. And I moan. I bite my lip. My hips gyrate and I'm sure everyone is staring.

"Cum," you growl into my ear. "Now." It was a demand, an imperative, delivered at no more than a whisper, sending an icy chill through my body that hit the nerves on fire and caused an explosive reaction. I sucked in my breath as my body convulsed. My thighs locked around your hand and held it in a vice grip as the walls of my pussy spasmed and clenched your still wriggling fingers. I released a flood of sex juice into your hand as your motions continued but slowed.

I relaxed and sucked in air. And you pinched my clit and nipple. Hard. And I came again. Hard.

I felt your hand slowly slide out from beneath my panties and heard you sucking on your fingers. Your mouth still close to my ear. "Mmmm." Should I be flattered? Pleased? Offended at these actions? I wasn't capable of thought or even instinct. I was a puddle of cum and disheveled clothes as the train pulled into the next stop.

Someone shoved me aside and the passengers began departing as I opened my eyes. The train was nearly empty when it dawned on me what had just happened. I had no idea who you were or where you had gone. And now you were... gone.

awesome fantasy, and very well written.

got any more?

 

[Primalex]

Sadly, I really have been accosted and jerked off on while on the subway and it was NOTHING like this, and my coat got all cum on it. Same thing happened to my SIL. She chucked the coat, I dry cleaned mine.

Still... this was hot AF.

Wait, what? You talk with your sister-in-law when and where you fuck her brother?

 

[Farawyn]

Wait, what? You talk with your sister-in-law when and where you fuck her brother?

Don't we all?