Author's Note 1: These short fantasies started off as weekly mini-stories for my readers, but the newsletter was shut down because autoresponders do not accept adult content. I thus decided to publish these fantasies for free for my readers to enjoy. It is meant to entertain, so please do not leave hateful comments if everything is not perfect. I am only human after all. Author’s Note 2: Although this fantasy can be read independently, it was written as part of a series. For full enjoyment, please read “The Barbie Lez Fantasies: Week 1-67”. *** Have you ever had one of those fantasies? You know, the ones that feel so real you begin to wonder if you are actually imagining them. Well, I do… because I have them all the time! Sometimes, they turn into a story, but mostly they remain trapped inside my brain. That is, until now… Life of Pi was all people could talk about a few years ago. Since it was based on a bestselling Canadian novel and had a tiger as one of the main protagonists, I should have been eager to watch it, right? Wrong! For some reason, I never actually felt like taking time out of my life to watch it. But when I found it for a measly $4.88 on Amazon and I needed another few bucks to be eligible for free shipping, I finally broke down and bought it. My roommate was one of the major reasons why I had not watched the movie. The last film she had convinced me to watch was Pulp Fiction. I have nothing against Quentin Tarantino, but I honestly lost some respect for …
STEAMING VAGINAS
….We are an average couple….except at night we become sex animals. Nina has a great body, long reddish brown hair and nice 34 C tits. My close buddies said she was hot looking. Me, Mark, I am tall, blondish and Nina’s close friends said I looked hot. We were both 22, and living together, we have no kids and plenty of time to have great sex. Slowly I noticed a trait of hers. If we were in the mall, sitting on a bench and people watching, she would comment on the women having nice hot looking hips, ass and tits. She was eyeballing all the women who walked by. I noted this and chimed in feeding her comments. I would say how I would like to see that girl naked. Nina would quietly gasp, and say how hot that would be. On TV she would do the same. She would comment on how a girl had hot legs, or nice tits or lusty eyes. I decided to see just how maybe bi curious she was. I felt she might be ‘bi desire’ instead of just ‘bi curious‘, which was fine with me. (I pictured 3 somes in the future.) I started off one night when we were laying in bed naked and I started telling a hot story. She loved these and the stories always got her hot, only this time I made it a bi story. I told a story of a maid, I called her Lacy, similar to Gracie. (* That was her girlfriends name who I felt she might have had a one time affair with, when they got drunk one night. She did tell me once that they ended up in bed together naked, but wouldn’t tell me any more.). I described the maid like her …
The ZOOphile – Part 1: The Zebra
Author's Note 1: This is the first installment in a 5-part series. However, because of the long hours that go into creating such stories, I need to ensure my time is remunerated or else I will no longer have the time to create such kinky tales. Because of this, only the first part is available for free. I am not trying to extort you and if you do not wish to pay to read the rest of this series, I fully understand. However, please avoid leaving hateful comments as it will only make you appear uncivilized. On a lighter note, I hope you enjoy. Author’s Note 2: Although this story can be read independently, it was created as a follow-up to the Doggy Style and the Hung Like a Stallion series. For full enjoyment—and to avoid spoilers—please read Doggy Style (Parts 1-5 + Bonus) and Hung Like a Stallion (Parts 1-5 + Bonus). *** The sun was still low in the sky, having only recently risen from behind the horizon. Still, its rays were powerful enough to shine down upon the large city that stood beneath. Smack-dab in the center of the urban settlement stood a massive zoo. Though mostly an endless open field divided into different habitats by high fences, dozens of different-sized buildings riddled the zoo grounds. Casually strolling along one of the hundreds of paths that meandered between the different habitats was a hot, eighteen-year-old nymphomaniac by the name of Barbie Lez. As she walked by habitat after habitat, the animals contained within looked her up and down, seemingly …
The Second time – Rosie & Steve part 2
This is part 2 of the Rosie & Steve Series. Part 1 can be found here: http://sexstories.com/story/63478/ It was coming up to one of those glorious long August weekends. Beatrice is three now and was spending a couple of weeks with my parents in a cottage on the coast, leaving us to our own devices and looking forward to a little quiet time to ourselves. John and Sheila, also with the weekend off, suggested that they come down to ours, spend the weekend and do some sightseeing together, I replied that it'd be a great idea, Rosie hinted to me that John may have been looking to get his wicked way with her again. In the three years since Bea's birth, John has wanted to fuck Rosie again, but he's never been given the chance. Plus, although she's open minded, Sheila would probably freak out if she knew her husband had been unfaithful with her friend. Saturday came, Sheila and John with it, so early afternoon we dropped their bag in the guest room and headed off out for lunch and a bit of shopping around town. After being dragged between clothing and shoe shops for five hours, John and myself agreed that a quiet night in with some wine and a bit of telly would be better than traipsing down to the local pub, which could get quite rowdy on a Saturday night. Although normally a party animal, Rosie's feet were throbbing, so we stopped by a supermarket, grabbed a wine box or two and something nice for dinner, and headed home. So far, nothing eventful had happened. John flirted …
Open Late
In the future, robotics and advanced A.I. become a ubiquitous part of society, aiding mankind in all facets of everyday life. However, they still retained the cold impersonal look of a machine until a new development rocketed over the uncanny valley. Grown rather than built, this new kind of being was made possible by hacking the human genome and combining biology with nanomachines: cyborgs down to the cellular level, but outwardly perfectly human in appearance. Too perfect, in fact. Over concerns of the new artificial people posing as real humans, world governments quickly acted to require that they all be made to possess a clearly visible non-human trait, which was accomplished in a variety of ways by drawing upon both fanciful fiction and animal DNA. Now, they live and work among us, programmed to serve. You can even have sex with them. These are some of their stories. These are the CYBORGANIC BIOROID CHRONICLES "Open Late" by the Perv Otaku The one constant in nearly everybody's life during their student years is a stint working in fast food. I'm no exception. You'd think in this day and age all those kids would have been obsoleted by bioroids, but it turns out restaurants staffed entirely by bioroids are rarer than you'd think. The burger place I work at, it's part of an old national chain, you've heard of it, only has one. I asked my boss, Mr. Walters, about it once. He told me, "Shit, kid, do you have any idea how expensive those things are? She's cost-effective …
Billabong Bang
This is a story I posted several years ago on SSP as darkdrone. It's about a family and their friends going on a trip to the Australian Outback. There's cheating and female/younger male content in the text. WORST SEX STORIES EVER COLLECTION: BILLABONG BANG Note: The following story is a work of fiction. In a certain part of the Australian Outback, a group of campers were traveling in the radiance of a brilliant, red sunset. There was a gentle, steady wind that kept them cool as they trekked over flat terrain that was mostly dirt and rock. The group consisted of eight people. There was Phil Redberg (45), his wife, Krista (43), their children, William (19) and Anna (15), and William's school buddy, Peter Dooken (18); Phil's friend, Ben Buford (35), a single father, and his daughter, Paula (13); and their Outback guide, Vern (31). The group was mainly from the USA, except for Krista and Vern. Krista had been born and raised in Australia, but went to college in the US, and after graduating and finding a job, ended up marrying Phil. Krista Redberg had a body made for Baywatch, bushy red hair, emerald-green eyes, good sun-tanned skin, and a general busty ripeness that made her mature age a plus for milf enthusiasts. The Redbergs were on a family vacation and had decided to bring their friends along. This year the Redbergs had decided to visit their wife and mother, Krista's, country of origin and see one of the main tourist attractions, the Australian Outback. They had trekked …
The Kid Killer Tapes # 1 Shelly
WARNING– this is a story of underage sex, it involves a prepubescent girl who is 10 years old. It contains graphic depictions of a child being fucked. If this story is likely to offend you, it is best if you refrain from reading it. If you are reading for the purpose of being insulted by the material do not read it – that is a terrible reason to read a story. If you are curious but afraid, you will be offended, then, I would suggest you not read it. If you are reading it to post what a terrible person I am for writing this trash – well then maybe it is good therapy for you, read on, McDuff, read on. I am very aware this is offensive – this is why it is posted in extreme – because – it is extreme. This is the first story in a series of stories. Consider yourself warned and ENTER AT YOUR OWN RISK. The Kid Killer Tapes # 1 Shelly By Millie Dynamite She watched him carefully as he pulled up on the chains, testing them. The table did not even move, he looked down under the table it was bolted to the floor. Returning to a normal sitting position he looked over at her. She could feel how cold his stare was. Even so, it burned into her. There was so much hate so much anger. “Well, I have to be here what do you want?” The orange jumpsuit did little to conceal how big a man he was. Well over six feet his bulging muscles strained against the bright cloth. Invariably he ground his teeth and clenched his jaw. The big mans muscles flexed as he continually shifted how he was sitting in …