Dirty thoughts and innapropriate fantasies...

[Luna_Wolf72]

I adore you...and I will drop by...

Am off to work. Be blessed, sweetness.

(Another inappropriate thought...watching a girl get fist fucked. She is nude, tied down, thighs wide open. The other girl is beautifully put together~fully dressed. There is a white latex glove which goes to the elbow and it is covered with juices and lube. The fully dressed female is completely femme~the nude one~so boi-ish it hurts...)

 

[ucleebo]

Two gorgeous MILFs fighting over me about who gets to do me first; then they come to a compromise where one blows me while the other sits on my face. *sigh*
Yeah, like that's ever gonna happen....

 

[yellowgorrilla]

i am a plumber in a ladies restroom which i have closed to fix the toilets suddenly 3 women come in and demabd to use the toilets i show them that i have removed all the toilet they push me to the ground and all begin to pee all over me

 

[monique_minx]

A True Fucktoy Moment

This is a post from my Literotica Diary - Diary of a Fucktoy. It's not so much a fantasy as a fantasy come true - enjoy!

Last night I had a sensational long distance scene with my Master. Those first words are always the same and always expected - Hello Fucktoy. My response is always the same - Hello Sir. We rarely get the chance to speak in audio but in the days leading up to these opportunities he will remind me of many things like how much I enjoy displaying my cunt to him and how much I love what he does to me.

To start off this time, he gave me a scenario which ended in the words, “Strip Fucktoy.”

And as usual, I asked with a groan, “Do I really have to?”

And his response is always, “Yes.”

Following that? I will always strip. Why ask if I really have to? Mostly because it’s a cold winter here but also because I know exactly what is coming next.

“Show me those tits Fucktoy.” Comes his voice when I am naked at last.

I pan the camera down and he tells me to play with my nipples. I start to tweak and rub them as he watches me, it doesn’t last long before he gets bored with that and starts to tell me to pull them and twist them. To torture them. This part lasts longer, he enjoys watching my expressions and the soft moans that come. It’s not painful to me even though my nipples are incredibly sensitive...well mostly not, pulling them is a close call between pleasure and pain.

“Grab those clothespins.” Comes the next order along with my inevitable whimper.

This part hurts, “Start with the right.” He commands me and I pull it, closing the peg around it, I cry out softly, gasping.

Then comes the left, harder to get hold of but I manage; crying louder - this one hurts more. This time is different than the last time, this time he tells me he is leaving me for five minutes and that in that time I need to come up with a scenario between the two of us.

For once in my life, my mind blanks out entirely and I can’t think of a damn thing! I can’t even focus on my breathing as my nipples start to burn like mad. I scramble for something, anything because I know I want to please him and how he will already have something in mind if I fail. I come up with the weakest thing I can think of - a piece of bondage equipment I had seen in a photograph. When he comes back, there’s the expectant ‘well?’ and I spill this information to him. The collar is attached to a chain down the sub’s back which is attached to handcuffs and forces her to keep her hands up or choke.

I tell him that I imagine him with his belt, me with my legs spread and naked while he works me over with it. He seems satisfied with the scenario and asks me questions as it goes along. Finally he wants to see my cunt. I shift position and spread my legs, panning the camera down for him.

He tells me to start rubbing my clit, occasionally the command will come to slap my cunt for him. He will ask me questions and more than once I respond with ‘maybe’ instinctively. This tells him that I don’t want to answer but he knows I cannot lie. With the final ‘maybe’ he is fed up, it is a rule that I can’t answer with maybe, perhaps or possibly - I tried to find the loophole there.

“Say ‘maybe’ one more time and I swear I will deny you the whole night Fucktoy.” He states in that even tone that never raises or lowers.

I fumble with a whimper, I know he isn’t lying. I answer with the honest ‘yes’ I never wanted to give. Next comes the clothespins which he tells me to yank off, not open and remove but yank while they are closed. I am terrified, I’ve never done that before. The left comes first and I stifle a scream, swearing my head off. The right comes second, I try once and fail - scared to death. I tell him I can’t but then I do it anyway, arching and writhing in pain.

Once I settle, he notes, “If it’s possible, I think your cunt got even wetter Fucktoy. Show me that cunt.”

I move my hands to spread my cunt open lewdly for him, he continues to comment and makes me blush but he knows exactly what will make me wetter - if it’s possible. I hold open for at least ten minutes before he asks where my vibrator is, I tell him it’s in my draw. He tells me to get it and then to stick it in.

I do as I’m told and he comments, “It’s really not meeting any resistance is it?”

I blush, “No Sir.”

I start to thrust it as he speaks to me and finally he has me begging in many different ways, when I ask to cum - he refuses to so much as answer me twice. I get denied often.

“You’re not going to disobey me are you?” He asks me almost too sweetly.

“No-o Sirrr.” I groan out like I’m on the precipice of doing just that - I usually am.

“Are you sure?” He so often asks.

“Yes Sirrr, I think so, I hope so…” I say desperately, usually met with a little chuckle on his end.

The next thing I hear is a jingling sound, “Hear that Fucktoy?” He asks.

“Yes Sir?” I reply in confusion.

“That’s the sound of the belt you’ll come to know and beg for so much.” He responds and snaps the leather, the sharp noise making me jump and whimper as though he is right there in the room about to strike me with it.

“Beg for me to stop.” He snaps it, “Beg for more.” He snaps it again.

Each snap gains a jolt or a whimper I just can’t stop. Finally I am granted permission to cum and boy do I ever! I cum hard to the sound of his growling voice, the exhibitionist in me is excited beyond belief, the submissive in me is on her knees and the slut in me is sated.

By the end, I will always be agreeing with him and brought to bare all. I hide nothing from him and he knows I cannot anyway, not only because of my promise but because of him and the sensational effect he has on me.

We are done and while he tells me to cover up, I still hear him snap that belt now and then - just for the sound of my whimpering voice.

 

[sweetnpetite]

I discussed another you might like recently.

So at the rink for my hockey, every so often we do get Puck bunnies. Girls there to pick up Hockey players because we're hockey players. And I was thinking of feigning an injury so i could bring one of them back to the locker room, and using half a role of Hockey tape to bind her wrists, and tie them to the shower head, so that, when the team got back, we could all have a turn.

I thought perhaps you'd like it SnP. And you too Miss Scorpion

That would make a great story. sounds very enjoyable. don't do it in real life of course (lol, just a disclaimer, for legal purposes you know )

 

[sweetnpetite]

My current fantasy as it stands is to be fucked for the pleasure of others and not mine. That of the one fucking me or those watching...especially those watching...just the idea of a flash, flesh and humiliation...

For the pleasure of others...

Just to make money for someone else, like a dog on show, totally degrading and purely deviant for me but its been on my mind for some time now.

The lens peeking out, having my hair yanked sideways and told to look at it like a good little whore...held there, slapped across the face, told I can do better...

*Shivers*

Yes, exactly.... wow, you have put that so eloquently. I am impressed.

 

[monique_minx]

Yes, exactly.... wow, you have put that so eloquently. I am impressed.

Thank you sweet!

 

[cuck_wantobe]

Delete

 

[Daydream_weaver]

A shadow, following...the sound of a footstep behind...turning, no one there. A shiver of fear, and yet a flash of heat. Walking faster, casting quick glances behind...knowing someone, something, is there.

Hands coming from the dark, grabbing soft arms in a hard grip. Pulled into the dark, clothing torn away...taken...ravished...screaming pleasure...

When it's over knowing that at any time it could happen again...and wanting it to.

 

[welshman]

post a dirty thought or fantasy

standing in a say, a supermarket queue behind a, oh-so cute, short haired beauty, an armful of gathered goods... to assault her irresistible nape with a firm, fervent kiss...

 

[fuckmeat]

Needles.

Needles are like a risk free form of self harm for me, because I'm well trained enough not to scar myself or cause infection etc. When I'm going through emotional pain, as I am right now, I start to crave physical pain.

I like needleplay and lacing using needles... like this.

http://blog.atlantabondage.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/10/arachniawebb1.jpg

I've been on sabbatical from my job for most of this year and I just don't get to purloin the kinky shit like I used to. Am hoping to return to work next month though... just hope I can wait that long.