My Dark Sexual Fantasy

Painting the scene I’m scared to admit I desperately crave

This scene depicts scenarios of consensual bondage and rough sex. You’ve been thoroughly warned.

Though women are still too often criticized for enjoying being dominated during sex, I can say with complete authority that my delight in being tied up and roughed up by a trustworthy partner is in no way at odds with my feminism.

In fact, as a feminist, I know I have the right to like what I like, as long as all adults are practising a scene that remains safe, sane, and consensual.

The below fantasy — which I would love to someday make a reality — is often playing vividly in my head when I masturbate. It’s one of my go-tos and always works like a charm. It explores some dark themes that I’m sometimes afraid to admit I’m into, but then I remind myself that when it’s consensual, it’s insanely pleasurable (for me — not for everyone).

My husband steals into the house just after 11, and he’s brought a friend with him. Just as we’d agreed.

I’m alone in our den, my oversized sweater sliding off my shoulder and exposing my black lace camisole as I type like mad. I’m deep in thought at my desk, blasting Meg Myers’ “Desire” over the speakers. I’m also deep into a bottle of chilled rosé, which is encouraging my creativity as I craft a naughty story.

The music is loud and the words are flowing. And both men are careful to be quiet. I don’t even know they’re there until I feel a hand clamp down over my mouth and I’m dragged from my chair.

My husband stands me up and slides his forearm around my neck and shoulders, pinning my back against his broad chest. I grip his forearm and let out a surprised yelp, muffled by his hand.

I find myself face to face with his good buddy, Alex. Alex is taller than I’m used to, slimmer in build as opposed to my husband’s muscular frame. The blond scruff on his face contrasts my hubby’s dark, trim beard, and his sun-bleached locks curl at the ends, more unkempt than my man’s carefully styled black hair.

Variety is the spice of life.

When my husband lifts his hand away from my mouth, I’m smiling widely at Alex. There’s a glimmer of excitement in his grey-blue eyes.

Alex’s body is so close to mine, we’re almost touching. I want to press my body against his. I try, but I’m kept firmly in place.

Alex leans in, his lips brushing my earlobe. “I’ll wipe that little grin right off your pretty face,” he whispers. There’s a growl to his voice that makes my breath catch and my panties wet.

We’re actually very fond of each other, Alex and I, and the fact that I feel my man’s cock pressing into my ass tells me that he’s as excited as I am about our plans for the evening.

Alex carefully removes my glasses and places them on the desk. When he turns back to me, I see that he’s got a strip of wide pink masking tape in his hands. He presses it to my mouth. Then, in one quick motion, he grabs a handful of my hair, yanks my head to the side, and kisses my neck like there’s no tomorrow.

I moan as Alex nibbles and sucks on the sensitive area below my ear and his hand slips easily into my yoga pants. He lubes his finger up by inserting it inside me, then brings it to my clit, rubbing it in small circles.

My eyes roll toward the ceiling and I lean my head back against my husband’s shoulder. He chuckles in my ear in response. “Time to tie her up,” he says to Alex.

Alex removes his hand and I groan, instantly missing his touch.

I cry out when I’m suddenly lifted off my feet. My husband carries me in his arms, out of the den and down the hall. He stops at the staircase and plops my ass on the plush carpet of the fourth step, just before the landing.

His strength is impressive — because I’m a curvy-ass girl.

Alex appears before me, two bundles of rope in hand and grinning from ear to ear.

My husband gets on his knees on the landing and grabs my shoulders. Alex stays on the floor before the staircase and pulls my legs so that my butt slides down a couple of steps until I’m in the exact right spot.

The stairs leading to our landing happen to have freestanding banisters connected by wooden spindles on either side. That’s how the guys will secure me.

They each take hold of one of my hands, spread my arms, and tie my wrists to the narrow wooden spindles on either side of me. The nylon of the rope is soft and pliable so there isn’t pain, but there’s certainly a tight, restrained feeling thanks to the capable knots they’ve made.

The sensation of being bound thrills me and sends my adrenaline soaring — it always has.

Now that I’m secure, they don’t waste another second. Alex roughly yanks down my leggings and underwear, leaving me bare-assed and fully exposed to him on the staircase.

At the same time, my husband works on the four buttons of my grey sweater. He gets it open and shoves the top of my camisole down. I’m not wearing a bra, so my large breasts spill out as the top of the cami stays trapped underneath them, the elastic pulling up and lifting my breasts. My pink nipples are hard the second the air hits them.

Alex takes full advantage of this as he places himself on his knees between my legs. He leans over me and roles one nipple between his fingers while his lips surround my other nipple, lapping at it and teasing it with his tongue.

With his other hand, he rubs my clit in slow, lazy circles — making me even wetter than I already was. I moan in pleasure against the tape, my pussy practically throbbing with arousal as I lift my hips to increase the pressure of Alex’s strokes.

That’s when Alex gives my nipple one last tug between his teeth before diving headfirst between my legs. He spreads my thighs as wide as he can get them and glides his tongue gently over my smoothly shaved labia, purposely avoiding the spot I want his tongue to center on in the most.

I become vaguely aware of the sound of my husband removing his belt and turn my head and find his cock, hard and smooth and thick, right at my eye level.

I lift my eyebrows, the only way I can plead to hubby for what I want. Alex’s tongue is still running along my slit, torturing me slowly with desire, as my husband gently peels the tape from my lips. The masking tape is gentle enough on my skin, and because of the moisture that’s been collecting from my enthusiastic vocals, it comes off easily with barely any ouch-factor.They know that pain isn’t my turn-on.

And this night is all about my pleasure, after all.

When my mouth is free, I lick my lips and open them hungrily. My husband moves into place to give me what I want. He places his knees on the stair my head is resting on, just above my outstretched arm. He gently gathers my hair in a ponytail, helping to support my head and neck.

“Do you feel comfortable enough?” he asks, checking in with me to make sure all is well.

“Ye — yes…” Alex has chosen that very moment to lick my clit for the first time — and he keeps going. “Fuck, yes,” I say, addressing both men at once.

Yes to my husband’s question, and double yes to Alex’s tongue lashing.

“Do you want this cock?” my hubby asks. He’s stroking himself, drawing it out.

“Yes,” I say loudly.

“Tell me what you want,” he commands.

“Ah!” I’m close to coming from Alex’s handiwork, and I want to suck my man off right fucking now. “I want your cock in my mouth.” I barely manage to get it out between gasps.

My husband feeds me his cock until it hits the back of my throat and I gag. Even then, he can’t fit himself all the way. He pulls out a bit, then gently fucks my mouth at a steady pace. With his free hand, he lavishes attention on my nipples, pulling and gently twisting them between his thumb and forefinger.

I relish the feeling of my mouth being full, unable to get anything out but a muffled cry of pleasure as Alex eats me out. Our friend keeps his tongue right where it needs to be and increases the pressure, lapping at my engorged clit as he inserts two fingers inside me.

I stretch my knees even farther apart and lift my ass up to meet him. He places a hand beneath my ass and helps me grind my pussy against his face.

With my arms stretched wide and my wrists bound, my mouth fully occupied with cock, and my pussy being serviced by Alex’s tongue and fingers simultaneously, it doesn’t take me long to get there.

I shut my eyes tight as the deep pleasure that’s been building in my core boils over and explodes. My muffled voice is loud as the blissful release curls my toes and makes my leg muscles shake like jelly.

While my pussy is still contracting from the intense orgasm, Adam thrusts his cock deep inside me. I groan in sheer delight and surprise, opening my eyes wide and meeting my husband’s gaze. He gives me a wicked grin and laughs when he realizes I was so out of it while I was coming that I didn’t even know Alex had unzipped and readied himself for me.

Alex fucks me slowly at first. It’s a gloriously full feeling, and I moan to their rhythm as they both pump in and out of my cunt and mouth simultaneously.

After a few beautiful minutes, Alex speeds up, going deeper, breathing faster, pounding me harder. He buries himself as deeply as possible, hitting the back of my vaginal wall in a way that is so intense it almost hurts — but it’s a good hurt.

From his pocket, Alex produces one of my many bullet vibrators. He holds it to my clit as he stays still, his dick deep inside me. My husband takes his lead and buries his cock as far in my mouth as he can. They stay like this, unmoving, waiting for the bullet to do its job as I breathe rapidly through my nose.

I come again in less than a minute, wailing in ecstasy around my husband’s cock and sounding louder than a firetruck.

As my pussy grips his cock, Alex pounds into me once, then twice. He grunts with each thrust, and on the third one, he comes hard. I feel his warmth fill me up. As he comes, he doesn’t let up on the bullet toy. It stays glued to my clit, and I lower my hips, trying to get away from it.

“Is it too much for you?” Alex says, smirking. He pulls out of me and moves the bullet down so it’s stimulating my labia and doesn’t hit my clit directly. The toy becomes especially slippery as I feel his come dripping from my pussy.

My husband pulls his cock from between my lips immediately so I can answer. I see it’s gleaming and dripping with my saliva, so hard that it looks like it could go off any second.

“I can’t,” I tell them both. My tone sounds like a mix between pleading and whining. “I can’t come again.”

But that’s not the safeword, not even close, so they keep torturing me. My husband joins Alex on the floor and takes his place between my legs. Alex shifts so that he’s beside me. He moves the bullet up, directly stimulating my clit again but keeping the pressure light.

“No, I…I can’t do it…”

Still not the safeword. My husband plows into me and I’m filled to the brim yet again. Alex passes the bullet to him, and he keeps up with the clit stimulation as he pumps into me.

“I don’t believe you,” my husband says. “You have another one in you.”

“I don’t,” I moan in protest. But maybe, just maybe, he’s right. And I want to find out.

Alex puts his free hands to good use and fondles my breasts, lavishing more stimulation on my nipples. My shouts match the timing of each thrust as my hubby fucks me relentlessly. He’s building up and I know he’s close to falling over the edge.

I let out an ecstatic, open-mouthed cry each time he plows into me. Alex then leans over me and kisses me passionately, swallowing my moans. It takes me by pleasant surprise, and I kiss him right back as I melt into the staircase.

The feel of Alex’s tongue dipping in my mouth, his hands on my breasts, the bullet on my clit, and my husband’s dick filling me over and over is the most pleasure my body has ever felt in so many places at one time.

It’s sheer bliss, and it’s driving me to the fucking brink of insanity.

When I finally come a third and final time, it’s a twisting, violent orgasm as I riggle my entire body and pull as hard as I possibly can against my wrist restraints. I’m basically biting Alex’s lips at this point, but he doesn’t seem to mind.

My husband’s orgasm follows just after mine, and he empties himself into me.

“Turquoise,” I say, gasping for air. “Fucking turquoise. Fuck!

At the sound of our safeword, my husband immediately turns off the vibrator. He cups my cheek and presses his lips to mine while Alex takes care of the ropes.

This time Alex carries me. My mostly naked body seems to be useless, my muscles so wobbly from the best sex I’ve ever had that I’d probably fall over if I tried to walk.

Our friend lays me in the bed, and they both get in on either side of me. We alternate drinking wine and rehydrating with water as both men stroke my skin gently and massage different parts of my body. Alex plays with my hair, which is the ultimate relaxation for me.

When I’m almost asleep, I hear them hatching a plan for our next overnight play session.

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I Want You to Watch Him Fuck Me

And enjoy yourself the entire time

I know you — we’ve been together a long time. I know you’ll be nervous, and that’s okay. I’ll be nervous too. I’ll also struggle with feeling selfish, guilty, and more than a little exposed.

But I’ve been craving this for a while now, and just having your eyes on me as you back away and sit in the chair across from the bed is making me wet.

You sip your Scotch but drink me in while the man we’ve invited into our bedroom presses up against me from behind. His chest is solid as I lean back and enjoy the feel of his hands gripping my hips, digging his fingertips into them as his lips find my neck.

I’ve wanted Nate from the moment I met him, and now, you’re going to watch me have him.

Actually, it might be more accurate to say, you’re going to watch him have me.

There will likely be some fear and insecurity on your part

When Nate turns me around, backs me against the wall, and starts to kiss me, you might feel worried. When he hooks his hand behind my hips, grabs my ass, and grinds his pelvis into mine, you might even feel jealousy.

When he makes me gasp at the pleasurable friction of the erection in his pants rubbing my clit through the flimsy material of my skirt, you might start to question some things.

Will his cock be bigger than yours? Will he be more skilled as a lover? Will he be more eager to impress and work harder to make sure I experience all the pleasure I possibly can?

Well, he might have you beat with that last one. You and I have been fucking only each other for nearly a decade, so our urge to impress has certainly…relaxed. Chalk it up to new relationship energy and don’t let it get to you. That’s part of the reason we’re doing this.

Nate lifts the hem of my camisole and pulls it over my head. My full breasts tumble free of the material, and he lavishes attention on them.

Taking a breast in each hand, he circles each nipple with his tongue before sucking on the sensitive, swollen pink bud. In reaction to the tingling pleasure shooting straight to my core, I moan and arch my back, grinding harder into his impressive hard-on.

I really want you to be confident in my love and desire for you, even while you watch another man give me pleasure. It’s called compersion. I want you to experience an empathetic state of enjoyment because you see me enjoying myself.

It seems to be working because as you watch Nate worship my breasts, you undo your pants and let free your own hard-on. Seeing your thick cock in your hands turns me on even more. Our eyes meet, and I lick my lips, hungry for both you and Nate.

I reach for Nate’s belt buckle and undo the clasp. I slip beneath the waistband of his briefs and wrap my fingers around his hard, thick length. I squeeze, and he gives a low, guttural groan of appreciation. Before I can go any further with his cock, he drops to his knees on the floor, yanking my skirt and underwear down with him.

I’m stark naked, vulnerable, and aroused in front of two almost fully clothed men now — and something about that makes me dripping wet.

Bringing his mouth to the level of my cunt, Nate takes care of my dripping desire, licking between my legs from as far back as he can reach all the way to the front. He stops at my throbbing clit, zoning in on it with this lips and tongue in a slow, passionate kiss.

“Fuck…fuck yes,” I tell him, my voice coming out in a breathless whisper.

“I need to spread you wider,” he says. He looks up at me and grins as he hitches my left leg over his shoulder, opening me to him.

It’s all I can do to stay upright against the wall as he spreads the lips of my vulva and ravishes me. The feel of his dancing tongue against my smoothly shaved skin is fucking incredible. When he slips his finger inside me, massaging my inner wall while flicking his tongue like crazy against my clit, I feel my core muscles wind so tightly that my thighs start to shake.

I start getting loud, making it known that he’s hitting just the right spot now, at just the right pace. I grab his chestnut brown hair with both of my hands and start fucking his mouth in short, needy thrusts, my leg on his shoulder bobbing up and down as I chase my climax.

When I feel my budding pleasure finally release, I meet your eyes as I wail like a siren — vocalizing my ecstasy. You’re rubbing your length slowly where you sit, your eyes unblinking as you watch me fall apart.

I’m ready to be thoroughly fucked

Nate stands, takes off his shirt, and removes his pants and boxer briefs. His dick is impressive, fully hard and veiny, the head shiny with his desire for me.

He sits on the edge of the bed and reaches toward me, inviting me to join him. I straddle his legs and hover over his very inviting cock. I’m more than ready to be thoroughly fucked.

Before I lower myself, I turn my head to the side and meet your gaze.

“Is this okay?” I ask. We’ve already discussed that it is, but I want to check in with you. Make sure you’re alright.

Your lips curl upward ever so slightly, and you nod.

I keep my eyes locked on yours as I lower myself onto Nate, gasping at the wonderful, full feeling of him.

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Then I look into Nate’s eyes and stand on the toes of my bare feet so I can lift myself up, then slowly slide down, riding his cock and letting it go as deep as it possibly can.

“Fuck, you feel amazing,” Nate whispers in my ear. His arms wrap around me as he pulls me down on him, and I lean far back, bending backward so the angle of penetration changes in a delicious way. The long waves of my hair brushes the front of his knees as my breasts point to the ceiling.

He cups my ass and, without breaking our connection, stands and turns me around so that I’m lying on the bed with him on top of me. I sigh at the incredible feeling of his full weight on my body.

Then, he starts to thrust.

He pumps into me, hard and deep and rhythmic.

He kisses me, dipping his tongue into my mouth as his cock drives into me. He stops kissing me so he can focus on the fucking, and his upper pelvic region rubs my overly sensitive clit as he glides over me, again, and again, and again.

It’s not long before I’m riding the wave of a second orgasm. Coming with a cock inside me is one of my favorite bedroom activities, and I feel my cunt squeeze his cock like a vise as he keeps pumping away, drawing my orgasm out even longer.

When Nate starts getting close, he pulls out and sits on the edge of the bed again. I look at his cock, gleaming from my arousal in the low candlelight, and get on my knees on the floor. I take him into my mouth, enjoying the taste of myself.

He gently collects my hair in his hand, holding the makeshift ponytail as he guides my head up and down, pushing himself as far into my mouth as I’m able to handle.

I use my hands and massage his balls, and he responds with loud grunts of pleasure. In less than a minute, he explodes into my mouth.

I swallow every bit of his come and lick his head clean, feeling a shiver of pleasure pass through his body as I do.

Your turn

When I stand and face you, I find you giving yourself long, slow strokes from the base of your cock to the head.

I kiss you, and you let my tongue slip between your lips.

Tasting him on me seems to drive you into a frenzy. You’re rough with me as you turn me around and bend me over the bed next to where Nate sits.

You know just how rough I like it — entering me in one quick, sharp thrust from behind without even bothering to remove your clothes.

Nate watches while you have your turn, taking me from behind fast and hard, pulling my hair just hard enough to cause a bit of pain.

You push me forward and get on your knees behind me on the bed. Without pulling out, you pull my shoulders up and back so that I’m kneeling on my knees as well, my back to your chest. Once we find our rhythm in the new position, you press your hand over my mouth.

Then, you wrap your other hand around my neck, squeezing gently. My moan of pleasure comes out a muffled grunt as I grab each one of your forearms with my hands, loving the feel of being dominated as you slide in and out of me torturously slow.

“How about we ask Nate to come suck on your clit again?” you ask. “Hmm? He seemed to be pretty good at that the first time around.”

This wasn’t in our original plan, but Nate straightens right up, looking pleasantly surprised. Your hand still covers my mouth, but you give me enough leeway so that I’m able to nod my head yes or shake my head no.

Without a moment’s hesitation, I nod and attempt a muffled “Yes,” begging for it.

“That’s what I thought,” you say, chuckling.

Nate is there in a flash, his talented tongue showering my clit with attention while you fuck me into submission — a complete submission to pleasure.

I honestly don’t think my body can orgasm again, but neither of you is going to let up until I do.

I groan against your hand, relishing the lack of control as the man I love fucks me while the man I’ve been lusting after eats me out like there’s no tomorrow. I feel gloriously pinned. Out of control. No escape from the pleasure as another orgasm is forced upon me.

When another climax suddenly rips its way through me, thanks to your merciless fucking and Nate’s agile tongue, you can feel it as my cunt squeezes your cock in pulsing contractions of ecstasy. This one explodes from my core and sends an electric current to the very tips of my fingers and toes.

I squeeze my eyes so tightly that all I see are warm, floating colors. You fuck me through the climax, the belt threaded through your loosened pants biting into the backs of my thighs until you come inside me.

It takes the three of us a while to come down to Earth.

It takes me the longest.

When I start to breathe normally again, I find myself nestled between both of you, the fingertips of both your hands brushing along my body and making me shiver with pleasure.

“Next time,” I say in a dreamy voice, “I get to watch the two of you.”

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