"Brad, can I ask you a question?" Stacy, my wife of 10 years asked me. "Sure, what is it?" "Are you gay?" she asked. "What?" I asked, trying to quell the fear that I was certain was obvious in my voice. "Why would you ask that?" "Brad, I'm not as naïve as you think. I've seen the sites you visit on the Internet. I've watched some of the porn you've watc...
The Beginning She was a little nervous. She wondered if he would like the surprise she had planned for his birthday. She had found the place online, a club that fulfills fantasies for a price. She was surprised to find that it was only about 50 miles from where they lived. She had driven to club last week to check it out. It was a large house in a rural par...
For as long as I can remember, it has been a fantasy of mine to eat my own cum. As many other men with this fantasy, I have struggled in achieving the final destination, which is my cum covered fingers being sucked clean by my own tongue and mouth. Philosophically speaking, I see no harm in eating your own semen and I certainly do not think it makes you gay...
Watching Susan undress and model in her underwear, William wished he was in her room with her. All so surreal with Susan standing in her bedroom and in plain sight of his office windows from her bedroom windows, William felt as if was watching a live peep show from his office. He watched her looking down at her assembled underwear stacked and organized on h...
I was blindfolded. I wasn't scared, more apprehensive perhaps. I had told Eric about my darkest fantasy, and I had finally agreed for him to help me fulfill it. I didn't know where I was, we had been driving for about an hour as far as I could judge. I was in the rear of Eric's car behind tinted glass, wouldn't do to be sitting in front with a blindfold on....
Tracy saw the note and the rose propped up against it the second she got home. She knelt down to pick them up, fascinated. She opened the door, distracted now; she shoved her few groceries into the fridge and sat down on her bed, kicking off her shoes. It read: "The limousine will pick you up at 6 p.m. Be wearing that sexy little black dress -- the way that...
You get to write about a world where men are required to be naked at all times but women are allowed to remain clothed. You can approach this story in almost any way you want. Perhaps you want men to be nothing more than slaves to women. Maybe men are at a nearly equal standing with them, but still have to be nude. As for the setting, feel free to get creati...
This is a work of fiction. If you don't like it, don't read it. I sat staring at the computer. It had taken a little research but through the all knowing and often wrong google I had finally figured out how to track which internet sites my husband visited. It had taken a little more research but I figured out his login name and password and was able to log...
Often on this site we see trolls who berate authors for their use of non-consent and misogyny. Said trolls erroneously determine that the author either A: hates women, or B: hates herself. These assumptions are both faulty on the same grounds. Primarily the reason is because women are more likely to read and enjoy rape fantasies than men due to societal boun...
I'm on my knees. It's Halloween. We're at a party. I'm dressed like a slut. Which, I guess I am, since I'm on my knees. Giving blowjobs. It was only supposed to be one. You said a friend of yours from work would help me live out "my fantasy". Really, it's your fantasy for me. My fantasy is much simpler. You let me dress in panties and sleep in lingerie. And...