stiv837
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Now that sounds like a fun vacation.
Now...what is your fantasy? (II)
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Now that sounds like a fun vacation.
MysteryMan2014
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stiv837
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Just have to find the right place, the right time, and the right people to join us.
Count me in, I'll bring my wife.
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kingkoll
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to have a girl totally give her body to me so i can do anything i want sexually to her
Heartbloodblack
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I've always wanted to secretly receive a footjob in a crowded room.
Noxiya
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This is part of my fantasy, except I'm not a virgin anymore.
I wake up with my hand between my legs. Fleeting images from my dream keep my hand in place. My breathing is soft, and wanting. Drops of rain patter against my dark window; soft moonlight illuminates the shadow of the cherry tree into my small room. I bury my face into my pillow, annoyed that I can't fulfill my need to attain orgasm. My clit throbs, though my pussy is drying. I try in vain to get my juices flowing, but as soon as I dip my finger into my wanting flower, I notice a shadow moving on the corner of my wall. My bed dips down as my finger dips in, and the heat of my invisible companion scorches me. Hands run down my face and neck, and as they continue their descent I moan softly. My hands are retained above my head, yet my companion allows them to stay on my bed. Slowly, the shape of my companion becomes known to me; as I stare into luminescent green eyes my own orange ones dilate to drink in the slopes and curves of his face. His force keeps my naughty hands in place as his own mischievous paws slide up my legs to the parts of me created for this moment.
"You've been trying again haven't you?" His whisper holds equal parts mirth and cruelty. I know better than to touch myself, but I cannot resist the way he touches me when I do. I don't answer, except to try to catch his flesh with my teeth. His hands tighten on my breast and thigh when I lick the underside of his throat. I feel myself getting wet, and he smirks as he inhales my scent. He towers over my sixty three centimeter frame; his seventy two centimeters allows him to cage my body under his. His tumescence grows rigid as my belly writhes under it, he teases my body into goosebumps and longing. It is a game he has played with me all through the night for years, and he has yet to penetrate me. He whispers in my ear, knowing it makes waves of sensation run down my spine. My toes curl as he gently traces patterns on my belly and back, my caramel hands never allowed to touch his toffee skin.
Suddenly, my companion changes the game. His hands, though usually avoidant of my pussy, encompasses my mound. My tangerine breasts are molded to his elegant hands, though rough and callused from his hobbies. My clit thrums when he brushes his thumb in a circle. My moans and sighs do not faze him; as his possession I'm supposed to mean nothing to him. But I know I mean much to him; he has left my body intact, when he could've taken everything I had and destroyed it. As a shade, he is used to living in darkness. But it is during the night when he becomes a light, and this night of all nights he has decided to shine his light on me. His eyes never leave my own, but his lips, for the first time, come crashing down on mine. He tastes of peppermint and pepper, his lips are soft; his velvet tongue battles mine for dominance, though he already has dominance over me.
After he steals my breath, he looks at my face. His face is carefully composed, with moonlight and shadow dancing across his angular face and smooth square chin. His baritone timbre questions my consent. I agree wholeheartedly; he trusts me enough to let my wrists go. With tenderness and grace I feel my companion, my master's muscular body. I cup his face and kiss him deeply while he allows me to be on top. His hands squeeze my plump ass and I nibble his flesh everywhere on his face and neck. When he bites me I groan and quiver with need. I run my moisturized pussy up and down his cock, and lick his windpipe as he thrusts his head back. His steely arms imprison me and still my attempts to bring us pleasure.
"Do you want this?" He asks me unguardedly.
"Please," I whisper, "I need you closer to my soul."
Before I can fully say my answer, I am flipped back into my familiar position on my back, with him on top of me. Only now he is slowly entering my most wet and wanting part of myself. I moan and he shushes me with a smoldering kiss. He slowly enters me, his short, black curly hair rubs my cheek as he buries his face in my long brunette locks. He bites my collarbone, my muscles clench at the intrusion and the pain. My hands dig into his muscled back, sweat shines on our skin from the slow pace and exertion. My mouth opens in a silent scream as he slowly thrusts his seven inches into my core. His mouth sucks my skin and I am overloaded with sensation; my legs and hips buck tightly around his waist, and my hands go everywhere as my mind melts from this foreign touch. He threads his slender fingers through my hair and I grip his forearms when he increases his frequency. As I try to match his thrusts with my own, the intensity of his dilated green eyes and the sweat of his toffee brown skin and the smell of his sweat makes the deepest part of my body boil like a witches cauldron. His gentle kisses on my forehead don't match the ferocity and harshness of our coupling; his bites begin to deepen as our bodies begin to reach a nirvana like we've never experienced before. It is with one last shaky, sharp gasp that I, and the world as I know it, am undone. I bite him as hard as I can as my core explodes with sensation; lights seem to dance off our skin as he bites me similarly. His thrust slams into me as he spills himself into my pussy. I am sated; I purr with satisfaction as he offers me taste of our souls combined. My limbs twitch in the aftermath of my first orgasm, my first coupling. He smiles lazily, not caring that I drew blood on his skin. The pain I feel from his bites diminish rapidly, and he holds me to his chest like a bird in a cage as the mango sun rises. I don't realize that I'm slumbering, or that he has left me, until the light hitting my eyes forces me to open my eyes. It takes me a moment to recover from the dream; my hands are still in between my legs when the rooster cries.
I wake up with my hand between my legs. Fleeting images from my dream keep my hand in place. My breathing is soft, and wanting. Drops of rain patter against my dark window; soft moonlight illuminates the shadow of the cherry tree into my small room. I bury my face into my pillow, annoyed that I can't fulfill my need to attain orgasm. My clit throbs, though my pussy is drying. I try in vain to get my juices flowing, but as soon as I dip my finger into my wanting flower, I notice a shadow moving on the corner of my wall. My bed dips down as my finger dips in, and the heat of my invisible companion scorches me. Hands run down my face and neck, and as they continue their descent I moan softly. My hands are retained above my head, yet my companion allows them to stay on my bed. Slowly, the shape of my companion becomes known to me; as I stare into luminescent green eyes my own orange ones dilate to drink in the slopes and curves of his face. His force keeps my naughty hands in place as his own mischievous paws slide up my legs to the parts of me created for this moment.
"You've been trying again haven't you?" His whisper holds equal parts mirth and cruelty. I know better than to touch myself, but I cannot resist the way he touches me when I do. I don't answer, except to try to catch his flesh with my teeth. His hands tighten on my breast and thigh when I lick the underside of his throat. I feel myself getting wet, and he smirks as he inhales my scent. He towers over my sixty three centimeter frame; his seventy two centimeters allows him to cage my body under his. His tumescence grows rigid as my belly writhes under it, he teases my body into goosebumps and longing. It is a game he has played with me all through the night for years, and he has yet to penetrate me. He whispers in my ear, knowing it makes waves of sensation run down my spine. My toes curl as he gently traces patterns on my belly and back, my caramel hands never allowed to touch his toffee skin.
Suddenly, my companion changes the game. His hands, though usually avoidant of my pussy, encompasses my mound. My tangerine breasts are molded to his elegant hands, though rough and callused from his hobbies. My clit thrums when he brushes his thumb in a circle. My moans and sighs do not faze him; as his possession I'm supposed to mean nothing to him. But I know I mean much to him; he has left my body intact, when he could've taken everything I had and destroyed it. As a shade, he is used to living in darkness. But it is during the night when he becomes a light, and this night of all nights he has decided to shine his light on me. His eyes never leave my own, but his lips, for the first time, come crashing down on mine. He tastes of peppermint and pepper, his lips are soft; his velvet tongue battles mine for dominance, though he already has dominance over me.
After he steals my breath, he looks at my face. His face is carefully composed, with moonlight and shadow dancing across his angular face and smooth square chin. His baritone timbre questions my consent. I agree wholeheartedly; he trusts me enough to let my wrists go. With tenderness and grace I feel my companion, my master's muscular body. I cup his face and kiss him deeply while he allows me to be on top. His hands squeeze my plump ass and I nibble his flesh everywhere on his face and neck. When he bites me I groan and quiver with need. I run my moisturized pussy up and down his cock, and lick his windpipe as he thrusts his head back. His steely arms imprison me and still my attempts to bring us pleasure.
"Do you want this?" He asks me unguardedly.
"Please," I whisper, "I need you closer to my soul."
Before I can fully say my answer, I am flipped back into my familiar position on my back, with him on top of me. Only now he is slowly entering my most wet and wanting part of myself. I moan and he shushes me with a smoldering kiss. He slowly enters me, his short, black curly hair rubs my cheek as he buries his face in my long brunette locks. He bites my collarbone, my muscles clench at the intrusion and the pain. My hands dig into his muscled back, sweat shines on our skin from the slow pace and exertion. My mouth opens in a silent scream as he slowly thrusts his seven inches into my core. His mouth sucks my skin and I am overloaded with sensation; my legs and hips buck tightly around his waist, and my hands go everywhere as my mind melts from this foreign touch. He threads his slender fingers through my hair and I grip his forearms when he increases his frequency. As I try to match his thrusts with my own, the intensity of his dilated green eyes and the sweat of his toffee brown skin and the smell of his sweat makes the deepest part of my body boil like a witches cauldron. His gentle kisses on my forehead don't match the ferocity and harshness of our coupling; his bites begin to deepen as our bodies begin to reach a nirvana like we've never experienced before. It is with one last shaky, sharp gasp that I, and the world as I know it, am undone. I bite him as hard as I can as my core explodes with sensation; lights seem to dance off our skin as he bites me similarly. His thrust slams into me as he spills himself into my pussy. I am sated; I purr with satisfaction as he offers me taste of our souls combined. My limbs twitch in the aftermath of my first orgasm, my first coupling. He smiles lazily, not caring that I drew blood on his skin. The pain I feel from his bites diminish rapidly, and he holds me to his chest like a bird in a cage as the mango sun rises. I don't realize that I'm slumbering, or that he has left me, until the light hitting my eyes forces me to open my eyes. It takes me a moment to recover from the dream; my hands are still in between my legs when the rooster cries.
NightOfPassion2
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Wow...never knew students like that in engineering school. ..great fantasy
AudreyKelly
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My wife and I play femme dress-up, teasing each other, until we have to have sex like lesbians until she begs for my cock in her and we cum powerfully together.
I am naked on the bed on my tummy, my legs slightly open. He walks into the bedroom, kneels on the bed and pushes my legs apart. In my minds eye, I can see my cock, limp and pulled down. I am an offering, he can do what he wants. He spreads my buns and blows on my anus. He was fingering me in the shower, telling me he was going to fuck me.
That is what he said to me in the bar, "I want to fuck you." He wasn't a stranger to me, but this is the first time he came on to me. His tongue on my bare skin, my shaved taint. I shiver, knowing what is coming next. His lubed finger presses into me, and I sigh in acceptance.
He pushes my legs further apart and I feel his weight on my back. His cock is at my opening and I brace for the penetration. The pressure comes and I fight it until my clenching muscles tire and his cock slips into me.
I hate being vulnerable like this, pinned under his weight, knowing I can't escape. I am his. More pressure and he is sliding fully into me. I gasp, because my surrender is complete. He can do what he wants and I can't stop him. I want this. He fucks me.
That is what he said to me in the bar, "I want to fuck you." He wasn't a stranger to me, but this is the first time he came on to me. His tongue on my bare skin, my shaved taint. I shiver, knowing what is coming next. His lubed finger presses into me, and I sigh in acceptance.
He pushes my legs further apart and I feel his weight on my back. His cock is at my opening and I brace for the penetration. The pressure comes and I fight it until my clenching muscles tire and his cock slips into me.
I hate being vulnerable like this, pinned under his weight, knowing I can't escape. I am his. More pressure and he is sliding fully into me. I gasp, because my surrender is complete. He can do what he wants and I can't stop him. I want this. He fucks me.
naughtoldperv
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My fetish NOW??
Seems to be watching my woman getting a big black cock shooting his big load into her slippery, stretched cunt while she is getting fucked in the doggy position and she is sucking my cock and while I'm licking her pussy and occasionally his cock, then he cums and withdraws as my mouth takes his place of honor and I lick up the mess he left in my woman's sloppy pussy.
That's this month's flavor............
Seems to be watching my woman getting a big black cock shooting his big load into her slippery, stretched cunt while she is getting fucked in the doggy position and she is sucking my cock and while I'm licking her pussy and occasionally his cock, then he cums and withdraws as my mouth takes his place of honor and I lick up the mess he left in my woman's sloppy pussy.
That's this month's flavor............
guyloveshotstories
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One thing I've always liked is women in uniform, usually Army, with their uniforms snug showing off their figure. There's something about it, a woman of authority that tries to hide behind their professional facade, but behind it is a woman craving.
I imagine that there's a woman, perhaps in her mid-twenties with an ample figure, large perky breasts and a bubble butt with long crimson hair all tight neatly in a bun behind her head, facial cheeks smooth and firm with almond shaped eyes of green, a bit of mascara to spice it up and half pursed pink lips. On duty she's a professional, well liked, but when she gets home she wants to do it right in uniform, just grabs her lover as she comes through the door, gives him a passionate kiss and lets his hands wander her body grasping, patting, squeezing that firm, plump backside, goes to the table, lays down and has him lay on top of her as they make love on the table.
But, alas, they're interrupted by a call that he has to take. He goes to the couch and sits, but she doesn't want it to end. As he talks to his friend she opens his fly, takes his rod out kissing and licking it before slowly sucking it down and squeezing his sac teasing him all the while opening up her blouse a bit to let her cleavage show.
I imagine that there's a woman, perhaps in her mid-twenties with an ample figure, large perky breasts and a bubble butt with long crimson hair all tight neatly in a bun behind her head, facial cheeks smooth and firm with almond shaped eyes of green, a bit of mascara to spice it up and half pursed pink lips. On duty she's a professional, well liked, but when she gets home she wants to do it right in uniform, just grabs her lover as she comes through the door, gives him a passionate kiss and lets his hands wander her body grasping, patting, squeezing that firm, plump backside, goes to the table, lays down and has him lay on top of her as they make love on the table.
But, alas, they're interrupted by a call that he has to take. He goes to the couch and sits, but she doesn't want it to end. As he talks to his friend she opens his fly, takes his rod out kissing and licking it before slowly sucking it down and squeezing his sac teasing him all the while opening up her blouse a bit to let her cleavage show.
I saved my ass, taint and balls yesterday, slipped into a pair of slinky bikini underwear and jeans.
I cupped my package with my hand and even through the jeans, it felt good. I started to fantasize about a guy cupping my package, squeezing it gently, playing with it while telling me that he wants to see me spread out on his bed, ready to get fucked.
I cupped my package with my hand and even through the jeans, it felt good. I started to fantasize about a guy cupping my package, squeezing it gently, playing with it while telling me that he wants to see me spread out on his bed, ready to get fucked.
Dsire4Kinks
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a girl who likes, or is willing to be gagged and choked...safely of course 
slutindianwife
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getting fucked by two guys
in a train.
in a train.
Anal_Oral_Cun4u
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I have at least a thousand different fantasies a day...
Right now I am dreaming of a very large assed girl sitting her ass on my face as I tongue fuck her bowels and play with her tits , butt cheeks,etc. All while she teases my pussy!
Right now I am dreaming of a very large assed girl sitting her ass on my face as I tongue fuck her bowels and play with her tits , butt cheeks,etc. All while she teases my pussy!
That sounds hot.
I have a friend who is having trouble with the guy she is dating. She wants to get married and have kids. He is dragging his feet and claiming that he doesn't know if he wants kids. This after months of hinting that he wants her to go off birth control so they can start trying, which she did.
My friend's family is from southern Italy. She's built like Salma Hayek.
Knowing that she wants to get pregnant turns me on like crazy. I fantasize about knocking her up now. If I were single, and she asked, I'd breed her in a heartbeat.
My friend's family is from southern Italy. She's built like Salma Hayek.
Knowing that she wants to get pregnant turns me on like crazy. I fantasize about knocking her up now. If I were single, and she asked, I'd breed her in a heartbeat.
ArabianNights
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The eastern european manager at my local cinema. She is mid thirties, blond, 5'6 and has the most amazing body. I wish she would come and sit next to me on the back row.
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Darknesswoman
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My fantasy is to be in a room with six young men. I slowly strip for them then the use me as their sex toy
Davesmith42
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To be naked in a room full of women and force to preform
I saw an article on Boing Boing called "Daily orgasms can greatly reduce risk of prostate cancer" with a drawing of a gloved finger pressing on a prostate.
http://media.boingboing.net/wp-content/uploads/2015/12/prostate.jpg
I got a fantasy about being bent over and my girlfriend fingering my ass telling me that she was getting me ready to get fucked. She was wearing a strapon, and I couldn't see how big it was because she had tied my hands to the bed. She was telling me that my ass was hers and she could do with it what she wanted, and now she wanted to fuck it.
I was left in a state of fear, expectation and anxiety, knowing what was coming and now knowing how big or deep.
http://media.boingboing.net/wp-content/uploads/2015/12/prostate.jpg
I got a fantasy about being bent over and my girlfriend fingering my ass telling me that she was getting me ready to get fucked. She was wearing a strapon, and I couldn't see how big it was because she had tied my hands to the bed. She was telling me that my ass was hers and she could do with it what she wanted, and now she wanted to fuck it.
I was left in a state of fear, expectation and anxiety, knowing what was coming and now knowing how big or deep.
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kingkoll
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a hot cheerleader or mom and daughter
