Current Fantasies

Mine:

Him. Her. Me.

She and I are bent over a table. His cock slamming into her from behind, while a vibe gets shoved inside me, keeping me gasping and sopping wet.

Then we switch. And we keep switching off, until we've worn our stud out.

That's when clean-up begins. For all parties involved.
 
Dark hair. Green eyes. Soft curves under my hands, melded to rough palms. Thighs spread, her body stretched under me, face down against our pillow and her ass thrust up towards me.

The sound of my hips driving into her cheeks, my prick buried in her silken wetness. Her cries, muffled. The clap of skin on skin, not.

Outside, it's raining. I can see the world in a blur of dim color through the sheet of water on the window. I can hear her begging me to stop.

I don't.

We cum together. The hot, sticky, mess of us is alive in her clenching pussy. It dribbles out around my hard prick and wets the sheets.

She's dusky-eyed. Glazed. Satisfied.
 
Dark hair. Green eyes. Soft curves under my hands, melded to rough palms. Thighs spread, her body stretched under me, face down against our pillow and her ass thrust up towards me.

The sound of my hips driving into her cheeks, my prick buried in her silken wetness. Her cries, muffled. The clap of skin on skin, not.

Outside, it's raining. I can see the world in a blur of dim color through the sheet of water on the window. I can hear her begging me to stop.

I don't.

We cum together. The hot, sticky, mess of us is alive in her clenching pussy. It dribbles out around my hard prick and wets the sheets.

She's dusky-eyed. Glazed. Satisfied.

9/10

She'd never ask you to stop.
 
The two girls stretched before me. One, on the bottom, rocks her hips savagely upward. Her hair is red. Wild. It's splashed along the sheets like liquid fire, slick with sweat. Curled. Her face is tense with pleasure, with intent. Her breasts heaving.

The other, between us, is all dark hair. I cannot see her green eyes. It makes me angry. Jealous of Red. I thrust harder. My thick cock splits the tight rim of her ass, stretching that puckered star as I claim it's impossibly tight depths. So tight that I grunt. That I fight to get deeper. That the clamping grip of it around my cock nearly hurts.

The girls are gasping. Dark is howling. Filthy shit pouring desperately out of her mouth while we use her body. The Strap-On grinds through the thin muscles of her pussy against my cock. I feel Red fucking her. I know that Red can feel me fucking her.

We cum. Dark collapses. I look down at the girls as my cock pulls free, popping audibly from a well-used hole, dripping cum onto round cheeks.
 
"Show me, Daddy."

It's a coy, sweet little purr. Every bit of genuine submissiveness betrayed by the wicked, lightning fast glance of shining eyes up at him from my place on the floor.

His cock has been pulled out with absolute care. Fingers, long and slender and hot, try uselessly to wrap around that throbbing, swollen length. A drop of pre trickles down, and those twin emeralds watch with fascination as he stiffens between both palms. The softest of awed sighs slips from that long throat. He's thick and powerful. It's spellbinding, feeling him pulse between stroking, greedy fingers as I edge closer, tearing my eyes away from those ruggedly handsome features and watching that crown leak at my touch.

Tits heave. A pink, silky tongue flicks over lips that are naturally dark and full and pouting. This hunger is innate. The desire to taste him is like breathing: I need to to stay alive, and I don't ever want to stop. My voice is lower this time, more urgent.

"Show me how to make you lose control."
 
We're sitting on the edge of the bed, down to our underwear, the only sound that of our breathing or the rain pelting the windows and the rare crack of thunder. My whole body is quivering, nervous, heart pounding much too fast. Her soft hand entwines in mine.

"It's ok."

Deep blue eyes meet mine, and for some reason I believe her.
 
Use me, Daddy.

I remember. Not because she'd said it but how she'd said it. Sin. It slipped off her tongue. Dripped like the hot seed splashed across it, filling her mouth, painting her skin. She'd said it after she'd worked me to climax, paced me with the luscious sink of her lips along the hard column of flesh standing before her. She'd whimpered it, pleaded it, after my hand had guided her bobbing head to the perfect rhythm. A sweet cadence.

She'd said it even as my cock flexed over her face and the last molten droplets fell to splash along her perfect little nose.

And so I had, of course. I am no beast of a man.

So I strung her up. I turned her into the baby doll fuck slut she always took such pride in being considered. A grim, raunchy marionette dangling over my bed. The ropes formed a harsh basket for her, slung beneath her knees and thighs and across the generous round of her perfect ass. Cradled her. Bound her. Kept her still unless I bid otherwise.

Swinging. Suspended.

When I fucked her it was my strength and pure inertia that drove her onto my prick. The ropes creaking maliciously, tightening in that creamy skin, leaving angry red marks that I'd look at once I'd let her down with a small, sadistic satisfaction.

She hung. Suspended.

When I pounded her throat with my hard cock and made her eyes well with tears.

Shaking, trembling, gripping the bindings that held her while climaxes tore their way through her body. They used her as well. Fed off her. Took on lives of their own as she swung in the dark of my bedroom.

Thank you, Daddy.

She'd gasped. Weak. Unable to do more than curl up on the covers after I let her down, left the ropes hanging empty like cut puppet strings. Her body a cum-painted, well-fucked ruin of what it'd once been.
 
A Vampire, child of the night, mistress of dark passions, a woman, a predator in every way that matters wants to make me her meal. A feast to savor and enjoy. Hands trailing over the straining muscles of my body as I proclaim my devotion to her. To serve her. To nourish her.

She pins my wrists above my head eyes dark with predatory instinct locked with mine the only thing keeping them in place. Lips over the center of my chest above the rapid beat of my heart. Tongue leaving a trail of saliva following the pumping of my blood up to the column of my neck. Lingering kisses over the frenetic beating pulse of the arterie at its side there.

Hands lower to wrap around the hard needy length of my erection guiding me to the wet eager opening of her sex.

The prickly points of fangs teasing over my life's pulsebeat. "Here." Whispered voice thick with her hunger lips brushing my skin as her mouth forms the single word that says so much.

My head turns giving her perfect access to the spot of flesh in question.

She growls in approval as the lips of her cunt open and she sinks down the length of me. She rides me pushing me to exhaustion, beyond any rational thought, my body slick with sweat straining like a thoroughbred racehorse underneath a merciless rider driving into her reaching for that finish line even if it means my great heart giving out under the exertion she demands of it.

For her.

Nipples drag against my chest as she matches me thrust with thrust. Lips, tongue and fang caress the spot of my neck she had claimed for herself. They tease me wanting the final release.

When I come within her I feel the sharp penetration at the spot. Blood rushes out as she drinks her fill and rides me hard. I give her my hot seed and rich blood at the same time. I would feel the motion of her throat against the skin over my collarbone as she took swallow after swallow.

I am a feast for her to savor and enjoy. For her.
 
As the plane lands, I can feel my heart starting to race. The moment that I've been waiting for over a year has finally come, the day that we finally meet up for real.

In the entrance hall, I nervously look around, where was she.. traffic?. But then I see the little sign calling my name, I recognize the strawberry blonde hair and the signature red coat. Waving at her, I quickly run up to her and we fall into a loving hug.

"I'm so happy to see you Niri." I blink away a few tears and nod. "I know.. I'm over the moon to be here, Scarlet" I close my eyes as I give her a tender kiss, the world closing off for me as now only this woman is important.
 
They lay together, arms and legs entwined, as their tongues danced in perfect harmony. Tracy`s left hand searched the sweet valley that lay between Kirsten`s thighs. Her fingers, exploring the folds of Tracy`s sex.

Caressing, probing, as the vapours of their tryst slowly evaporated, and drifted to where I lay.
Bound, on a chair, anked, watching, wishing, as their combined aromas tortured my soul.

My plan had been simple, I would take them both, separately and then together, but unfortunately for me, they had not read my script.
 
The cuffs pull at my wrists, my body clenched for a brief moment before erupting. I feel my cum landing on my chest, my stomach, my hips, then slowly oozing over Her fingers as she strokes me. The breaths come deep, trying to regain myself before looking again into her eyes. She just smiles, a hint of evil there.

"Thank you Pet, now we can have some fun."

And her hands start moving again.
 
Mine is very simple

There's a gorgeous barrista at the Starbucks I go to.
I just want to see her there, every day, with a delicate collar I placed around her neck.
I want to see her blush as I quietly tease her
I want to make her say "Please, Mistress"
 
We've never met. Though I've heard your voice many times. You're here for one reason. One reason alone. All the planning in the world and you still take my breath away when you walk in the door, finally. Fucking hell.

And you do, exactly what you said you would, and put me on my knees. Fucking finally....

Here's where the fantasy gets tricky, just like my sexuality...

Am I nuzzling against a pair of soft legs? Running my lips over a pair of soaked panties? Tasting you through the thin fabric and whimpering softly...

OR

Is my mouth stuffed and full? Some long hard piece of manflesh that presses against my throat eliciting gags and more whimpers...


happy sigh
 
Mine is simply to go to work and this woman that works there (somewhat my boss) calls me in her office and as she admonishes me for looking at her constantly she removes her clothes until she is naked and we have mad passionate love righ there in her office, only feet from my other co-workers
 
ok, not to be cliche but...
a bride, all in white, before she walks down the aisle
 
He takes me dinner in an outfit of his choosing. We sit side by side in booth as he teases me to the brink of orgasm over and over and over again.
 
speaking of weddings...

If i ever get married again...

I want the groom to walk down the isle,
backwards and blindfolded,
if he can handle that ... he just might be able to handle the rest of my insanity...

unless i happen to marry a woman... then.. i want her to crawl down the isle...

like i said.. that's if.. i ever get married again..
 
speaking of weddings...

If i ever get married again...

I want the groom to walk down the isle,
backwards and blindfolded,
if he can handle that ... he just might be able to handle the rest of my insanity...

unless i happen to marry a woman... then.. i want her to crawl down the isle...

like i said.. that's if.. i ever get married again..

The real questions is this:

If he trips and eats shit walking backwards while blindfolded, do you still marry him?
 
The real questions is this:

If he trips and eats shit walking backwards while blindfolded, do you still marry him?
that depends...

Does he get up and try agian.. or give up?

EDIT

In all actuality.. if i were to marry agian.. he would be one hell of a man...
If he fell, he would laugh, get up, try agian.. if he kept falling.. i'm sure he would either rip off the blindfold or start to crawl.. starting some game of "Marco Polo"... so yes.. even if he fell I would marry him
 
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