Fantasm

To honour and obey

I’m trying my hand at some fiction (first time writing erotic fiction), but if you want to check out my blog http://singlesexysecrets.blogspot.com.au/ This has my true experiences. ——————————— I was in love. I’d met a beautiful man, a regular customer at my coffee shop. He ordered a flat white everyday. Smiling at me. My long red hair felt lightly on my shoulders, I’d flipped it anxiously as he’d flirted with me. I was pretty and used to men watching me. My slender frame and size B breasts meant I rarely wore a bra. I often was flirted with. My sharp green eyes had attracted some attention. I was now twenty seven and married to William, the tall, flat white ordering man I’d met. He’d come in and watch me for a while before ordering. It’d …

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Back Rub for Julia

A Back Rub For Julia Originally Written By:Scott_Free Chapter-01 ————— This is not a short story. It is not always a happy story, either. There is some laughter, some tears, and a whole lot of sex. In other words, it is about real life. It is about the choices that young people make, and how those choices affect their lives. I guess that I should start at the beginning, since that’s where all good stories start. My name is Jackson King. I’m eighteen years old, and I’ve just graduated from high school. I live with my parents, and my little sister, Katie. I call her my little sister, but she’s actually eighteen too. No, we aren’t twins. She is actually ten months younger than I am. Yeah, mom and dad must have rushed right back …

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The Sex Slave Program Part 2_(1)

I was in a large empty room. No furniture. No windows. Just a few closed doors, and a large spiral staircase. What was I supposed to do now? “Hello?” I called out timidly. Immediately a young man came down stairs. He was good looking. He couldn’t have been any older than twenty five. He looked at the clipboard in his hand. “Jenna Caldwell?” He asked. “That’s me” I said. “Are you going to be my…” He raised his eyebrows as if expecting me to finish my sentence. “You’re master?” he finally asked. I nodded. “No, I’m just your handler. I’m here to explain the specifics of what you can expect before you begin your servitude. My name is Paul.” “Nice to meet you” I said. “The others are downstairs. There are about thirty of them. …

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Alisbeth.. My best friends girl Part 2

When could I fuck her again?… PART 2 It had been 1 month since I had fucked my best friends girlfriend. Me and Alisbeth had only been in contact once since the incident and that was at me and Taylors high school graduation. It was uncomfortable. Through out the entire month my heart had ached for her. I couldn’t deny how I felt for her. I’d stay up late at night and play the moment when we laid together in bed over and over. Then of course I’d think about how erotic it was when I fucked her up in the mountains. I’d also think about how I came inside of her pussy too. Did she ever get pregnant? It was a thursday morning when I got a call from Taylor asking me to pick …

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Katie & Alex: Part 1

Chapter 1 Bournemouth this May was cold and damp. Dark clouds littered the sky, and it had rained without pause for the entire drive down from Guildford. At first it started as a light drizze, but intensified the closer they got to the town, becoming a deluge that monotonically drummed the roof of the car. The radio presenter glumly reported that this was going to be the wettest weekend on record, as she attempted to uplift moods across the country by playing uplifting tunes. Once Katie finally pulled into the carpark in front of the Grand Beach Hotel, her car pointing towards the sea she let out a small sigh, closed her eyes, and breathed deeply. “That was the toughest journey I’ve had in years, how are feeling?” Alex said, unbuckling his seat beat as …

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African-American Studies Part 3

Malcolm had done a fairly decent job. He had kept a straight face despite himself. In fact, all through the candle light visual at the Finnegan house he had managed to keep a calm and sober persona. He had even managed to keep a straight face when Rebecca Finnegan’s mother gave him a tight and tear-filled hug. Mrs. Finnegan was so happy that he had stopped by. She knew it would mean a lot to her daughter. He was, after all, perfect little Rebecca Finnegan’s favorite teacher. He was the reason why she wanted to go to law school when she graduated. “Which school?” He had asked and wasn’t at all surprised when she told him that perfect little Rebecca Finnegan had intended to attend Harvard. It was an expensive school, but she was already …

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Carrot and Stick

This is not a true story. However it should read like one. This is what I would call ‘reality porn’, it’s the erotica equivalent to the amateur porn sites. You’ll find no fantastically slutty porn queens with enormous tits and endless wet pussy, just ordinary people doing what ordinary people would do if they thought they could get away with it. Enjoy ! This story is dedicated to all those authors whose stories I’ve enjoyed over the years … This story begins in the South of France. Not the south of France with the palm trees, casinos and millionaires yachts, but a grey industrial town a few hour’s drive from there. Now life can be good here, the sun shines and the wine is cheap and plentiful, but like everywhere else there still traffic jams, …

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The Sex Slave Program Part 3_(0)

I was sitting alone in small dark room. I was still naked. I didn’t know what was going to happen, but I knew that this was step one of my training. After a few minutes of pondering what was about to happen, a woman entered the room. She was young, pretty, she had tattoos up and down her arms, a nose ring, a lip, ring, and an eyebrow ring. She had bleached blonde hair with dyed red tips. She had a briefcase with her. I wondered what would be inside. Sex toys? Nipple clamps? Handcuffs? Ball gags? “My name is Sabrina” She said . “I’m Jenna” I replied. She opened the briefcase. “Don’t freak out Jenna. Everybody has to do this.” She reached her hand into the briefcase and pulled out a pair of clippers. …

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Phoenix ch 08

“Wow! This isn’t a Ranger Station,” Tanya said with some awe in her voice. “This is a god-damn mansion!” “Well,” the ranger said, “the original owner was a movie mogul who had it built some fifty years ago. The last owner had it donated to the Forestry Service upon his death. I was lucky enough to be assigned to it a few years back.” “You’re really lucky!” Frank replied. “This place looks like the Ponderosa!” “The what?” the ranger asked. “Oh, I think I know what you mean.” He shook his head. He didn’t have a clue what the female’s companion meant, but he was just a thrall. He didn’t matter. The Arian female was much more interesting – especially the way she completely ignored the charcoal burns she’d made on her stomach earlier that …

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Black Day

My sweet little wife’s name is Eli, short for Elaine. She is twenty eight years old and we had been married for six years when the incident took place. I Had to go out of town for two days for my company. I didn’t like to do it and neither did Eli, but someone has to pay the bills. The story starts when Gloria came over to go shopping with my wife. Now I don’t like Gloria. She’s a slut and as dirty as can be. Why Eli likes her I don’t know but i have told Eli time and time again that Gloria will not be happy till she makes her a slut just like her. You know the misery loves company concept. Before I left I let Eli have it, “Maybe what you …

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Thirty-One Days A Bitch Chapter 3: The BDSM Lecture

Daisy Bitch is one hundred per cent stripped naked as the day she was born while telephoning Sofia in the pleasant and comfy Jacuzzi. She is not telephoning her in fact, but phoning her on her individual cell phone while letting her hair down into the temperate, hot water and feeling at ease what’s more. As she lingers for Sofia to pick up the phone, she carries on to stroke and caress her breasts and thighs steadily and in her own good time, furthermore going to eye a glass of sweetened orange juice that is laid down not far away from where she is. Sofia sounds a bit sleepy and fagged on the phone. Daisy is starting to question whether she did take a good, tolerable nap last night, or she dared not to do …

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The Price of Gas

The moon was behind dark low clouds; the sky looked like milk over a bruise when we abducted her. It was a paid job. Grab the girl and take her to the house. Have some fun first. I always liked a con better than chloroform for kidnaping. “Can you tell me how to get to the nearest post office?” Passenger side window rolled down, pretty jogger outside. Sliding door booms open, second man grabs her and hauls her inside. Like that. This time the girl was on the Church Street line heading home to her San Francisco apartment from her job downtown in the financial district. We were on the same trolley. Her name was Dani Taylor and she was every man’s dream fuck. Her short skirt said to the men looking at her on …

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A Gangbang Fantasy

“Your boss is an asshole.” the man in front of me said before gulping in a mouthful of beer. “Tell me about it.” I shrugged. “How can he just fire you after what you’ve done for him?” he leaned in. His face was close enough for me to smell him. My core tightened a little bit as I took a whiff. “Apparently, it was not enough. I guess he just wanted me to give him a blowjob.” I shook my head, still unable to believe that he actually asked me to suck his dick. “That sucks. So what now?” he asked. “I think I’m going to take a vacation.” I sigh, holding my martini and flickered at the tiny umbrella. “Hawaii maybe.” “Romantic choice. Going with your boyfriend then?” he raised his eyebrow at me. …

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Bob

Bobby and Spanky By Lamia Lobato Since few months ago, I have new neighbors in the house next to mine, they are a small family: both parents young and beautiful with two equally beautiful little children and a big and obedient dog which the kids take out for a walk every afternoon. The girl may be around 16 years old, tall and slender, with a young body but yet fully built with a round butt and a good pair of 34C boobs, and the younger brother of about 12 or 13 years old with blond hair and blue eyes. He is just a kid. Both of them are very serious and formal. When we crash onto each other or when I take out the garbage, they bow attentive and polite. Last week while sunbathing in …

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Knight and Dragon Ch. 1

Hooves sounded on the cobblestone road, each step shaking the rider and making the metal of his armor jingle. A knight, whose shimmering armor could be seen glinting in a distance from the light of the sun, was making his way through what looked like a war-torn countryside. His helmet’s visor hid the grimace on his face as he rode by burning buildings and charred bodies. Ser Alec Longstroke (his last name a call to an ancestor who used a spear-like sword to defeat a foe one) had been riding his horse, which was wearing a white and red cloth caparison and who’s name was Fira, for almost a week now. He was a knight of a guild and he specialized in hunting what had done this to the countryside, dragons. His destination was the …

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Compelled

Compelled Fall, cold and rainy, that’s all it ever was. Leaves blew off the grass and swirled around the ankles of a young man, raking them even as the wind took them away. Like herding cats, it was a challenge yet still, little by little, the leaves found their way into his lawn bag. Behind him stood the stone markings of people passed. Shadows crossed the ground from their structure blocking the late October sun. Some were old, some were new, but all represented the end. The day was nearing its end as the shadows crept longer and the boy gathered what he’d reaped to throw it all away. A rake in one hand and bags in the other, he hadn’t the strength to carry it all. Instead, the bags drug the ground behind him …

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Jenna’s Turn To Cry

The Neighborly Thing To Do! The Sequal Jenna’s Turn To Cry Story: #44 Copyright ©2009 Written: March 22 2009 A story By: KaosAngel Proofed by: KaosAngel Please send any comments about this story to ([email protected]) ******************************************** At 6pm Jessica could be smelled all over the neighborhood by this time she was dead and almost ready to be served, “Ok we need to get the pig moved over to the prep frame now” Susan said as she picked up a large knife and walked over to the prep frame, “Hey Ted” Steve called over to his new neighbor who gave a slight shudder at hearing Steve call his name, “I need your help for a sec, you mind?” Steve added waving Ted over. Ted walked over to Steve’s yard and was hit by the beautiful sight …

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Ashley’s Ecstasy Trip.

I recieved a pone call from a blocked number – – I answered it. Me; “Hello? Who is this?” Her; “My name is Ashley. I gave you my number last night?” My god. Her voice was so smooth, and so sweet. Me; “Oh, hey.. Want to come over?” Ashley; “Let’s meet at my house. 315 lincoln avenue. Bring something we can have fun with..” Me; “Like what? You want some E?” Ashley; “Sure.” We hang up. I go to her house, she answers the door wearing a form fitting black silk robe with green piping. She was 5’6 with blonde hair, dark highlights, and big beautiful blue eyes. She let me in, and sat down. “Sit down, Robert. You look nice.” “Sure, ash.. Why the nice little robe?” “I was planning on fucking you blind …

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Complicit

Breathing. It’s all I can hear. Whoever is doing it seems to be rather distressed. Their breath is alarmingly raspy and they’re clearly hyperventilating. Oh. That’s my breathing. The realization helps centre me. I’m me. Wherever I am, it’s pitch black. I try to move, but I can’t, I’m restrained. There is something holding my ankles and arms. I have a brief feeling of terrible vertigo, unsure of which direction is up. After a few horrible seconds, my panic subsides. My feet are on the ground; I am standing upright. I am still restrained. And I don’t have any clothes on. With an effort, I calm my racing breath. In the quiet, I become aware of my thundering heart. I try to think back to how I got here, but my mind feels fogged. Drugs, …

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How I Became a Slave

I always knew there was something different about me. When I was younger I remember reading history and not quite getting what was so bad about being a slave. Not having slaves, mind, but being one didn’t seem like it was too terrible. I realized as I got older that it was more complicated than just serving someone else, and the public part of me felt guilty about this, while the private part of me still got warm and excited by the idea of having no control over my own life anymore. So I guess it shouldn’t come as a surprise how quickly I was roped into a life where I had no control. Here’s how it happened. About a month after graduating high school, I had started making a habit of hitchhiking. I never …

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