What are your most deeply held desires and dreams? What do you wish for in the future? Do you have any fantasies that you've always wanted to fulfill? Do you have any fantasies that you've always wanted to fulfill?

I Wanted A Big Brother.

As an only child, I was spoiled rotten and was Daddy's little princess of course. I never wanted a brother or a sister until around age 12-13. That's when my best friend Carla started to giggle and whisper stories about her big brother when we had sleepovers. Carla was 13 when she told me about seeing her brother naked, getting out of the shower. Chris was 15 and a real hottie, who played sports and had a killer body. A real hunk as we used to say. She told me I wouldn't believe how big his cock looked just hanging there in front of her. She said he didn't even try to cover up as if he were proud of it.

Over that summer, she kept telling me stories about how she had actually played with his cock when their parents weren't around. She told me she had learned how to make him cum with her hand and how he would squirt big streams of cum. I was completely blown away and I had to ask for details as it was just all too crazy.

Finally she told me that maybe Chris would let the two of us play with his cock, after all she laughed ,he was so horny and it seemed he was always hard. So one Saturday night when her parents were out playing cards, I got permission to spend the night.

We both went into Chris' room and he was laying on the bed listening to music and reading something. Carla sat on the edge of the bed and put her hand on Chris's cock and told him I wanted to see it. " No Problem," he grinned and slid his boxers down to his ankles and kicked them off. His cock was big and he was hairy all around his cock and balls. As Carla played with it , it got even bigger and would stand up by itself and it throbbed. Chris told me to try it and my hands trembled as I wrapped my fingers around his cock and I had this hot feeling flush all over me.

As I stroked his cock he slipped his hands under my shirt and was massaging my boobs and my nipples were rock when Carla pulled my shirt over my head. Carla told me to make him cum but I didn't really have a clue. "Like this" she said and she took his cock in her mouth and bobbed up and down on it. When she pulled her head up, his cock was all wet and she told me to stroke it slowly. As I stoked it, Chris began to twitch and suddenly shot 4-5 big streams of cum straight up in the air as we both squealed with delight.

We made Chris cum twice that night and all that summer Carla and I kept Chris' hard cock shooting cum. I learned how to make him cum with my mouth and even was able to swallow without choking. Sadly, Chris and Carla moved to another town in the fall and I was devasted. From then on, I was so wanting a big brother of my own so bad.

After a few months I was so horny and rubbing my clit several times a week when I noticed my dad had a big thing swinging in his boxers and I started to wonder if he might want to play " Big Brother" LOL.

  • Teen Dating

    Lots of things have gotten taboo lately. Back when we were in high school there was this girl who was off limits, so fine she was being saved for marriage. Every red blooded high school kid wanted to bang her, including me. She only dated older boys, college boys. But luck would strike when I least expected.

    I was a senior and she was a junior and we got paired up for this charity thing. Our job was to man the registration table at the country club. The more I talked the more she shut up. It got to the point where I had to tell her to open up or else. Or else what? The challenge was on.

    After we were relieved by the next two kids, I took her by the arm and let her know I expected her to be nice. We showed up together and we were leaving together. She was well trained and politely made up my plate and carried it to the table. I said thank you, I was raised right too. She watched me manage my knife and fork. Under her breath she told me to keep my hands to myself. Or what? The challenge was on.

    I won't bore you because fencing is boring, but at the end of the evening she rode home with me and I got a kiss at the door. That made the big man on campus, until she said if I opened my trap that was the last kiss I'd get. I learned that bragging works the other way. She dropped the news on her friend whose trap ran the next week at school.

    And that in a nutshell is how she became my girl.

    I Can't Stop Fantasizing About Being Cuckqueaned

    My man deserves a side slut

    It gets me so wet thinking about it. Opening his messages and seeing nudes and sexy messages. Watching him and a hot girl enjoy each other. Seeing them make out and play with each other.Seeing her tight pussy gripping his cock. Watching her make him cum in all kinds of ways, even ways I can't. Waiting eagerly to clean her creampied pussy. Getting video messages while I work of them fucking. I'd even let them have the bed for sleepovers, and pay for them to go on dates. Kinda hoping that even though he and I are still together, that she's his favorite gf. Fuck I want it.

  • Want My First Time To Be With My Best Friend So Bad

    Ever since we were teenagers, I’ve fantasized about my best friend and I losing our virginities together. Except I don’t think I can make that dream come true, and I’m not willing to ruin our friendship by trying because she’s asexual.

    I try not to think about it too much because of the guilt I feel when I do, but I can’t help it. I’ve been in love with her for years now, and what better way to show how much I love and trust her by wanting her to be my first time? The thought of hearing her moan at how good I’m making her feel, fucking her with my fingers and eating her out until she screams and squirts all over my face makes me so wet. She wouldn’t even have to get me off, her letting me fingerfuck her and eat her virgin pussy would be enough for me.

    I have other reasons why I’m still a virgin, but I’d rather die than admit one of them is because I want to fuck my asexual best friend. It’s funny to say this knowing I’m not seeing heaven, but I pray she’s one of those asexuals that’s open to wanting to try sex at least once. And I pray she knows she’ll always have me, her closest and most caring friend (who definitely hasn’t dreamed of sucking on her clit since we were 13) to rely on for that.

    To Quote My Stepfather, My Second Plan Is At The School Of Hard Knocks

    After getting my degree, in Latin American Contemporary Art, I went looking for a job. I git an offer at the deli for the lunch hour, part time. My mother arranged for her boss to talk to me.

    Her boss, a real life CEO, gave me an appointment at 3:30. He had my resume, he asked for details of course work. He ignored my work history as not relevant. His question he asked was what do you want to do? Waitress, nurse, stewardess, teacher, housewife, all classic women's jobs.

    When I called him out he challenged me with my coursework, nothing remotely employable. Basically, ho back to school and get a real degree. He cautioned me about expectations, without real world skills I could expect low paying jobs, service industry, or clerical in business or government. I would not and was not suitable for a thinking position.

    It hurt, my mother told me I could live at home and go to the city college and get an associates. I did LVN. My mother ended up marrying her boss. Now I had to listen to him at home. I finished a Batchelor's in nursing, I'm currently working on becoming a PA. My stepfather has been a slavedriver, but without his focus I don't think I would be so far along with my profession. My first degree is a passion, my other degree pays the bills.

    I'm lucky, I have a supportive parental unit.

    Do I love nursing? Curiously I do, once I found out I could be a nurse. I tell younger women you can do it too. Sorry about your degree in Social Work. Working for the State in Child Protective Services may be rewarding, but it doesn't pay the bills.

  • Pinch Me, I Still Can't Believe It's Me He Married

    I took a part time job in the accounts payable department of a local company. My hope was to transition out of retail and use my recently obtained finance degree. My supervisor was a woman with ten years experience. I did what she told me, a lot seemed unnecessary, but I had to imitate her. Until one day by accident I talked to the CFO. He asked a lot if questions about my degree plan, and told me that he wanted me to learn three things from my term in AP. Learn the vendors. Learn the account codes. Learn the flow of cash. Then I would be sent to GL. No one had mentioned any of that to me.

    He checked up on me, asked a thousand questions. Six months to the day the Controller promoted me to GL, full time with a real big raise. I was now a professional and not a clerk. I attended the monthly close meeting, the CFO insisted I give the report on the GL. In six months I was promoted to Senior Accountant, I was registered in the college to take Theory, Tax, and other courses to be able to sit for the CPA. The CFO told me he was betting on me, he needed me to get certified to become the Accounting Manager. In two more years I had completed my course work and was certified. I was 25, I was promoted to Accounting Manager with a full staff reporting to me.

    The CFO tutored me, taught me, guided me, educated me. His target was three years to take on Strategic Management for him. I spent long hours with him, attended meetings, wrote up proposals, met the bankers, ran interference for him. There was no barrier with him, any topic was open, I told him things I didn't tell anyone. I knew things he didn't tell anyone. I was sleeping with him, he took me on holidays with him. And everyone noticed I was his favorite and his office lover.

    One night, after love making, I was laying on him, straddling his hips, my hands on his chest, my jaw on my hands, he had me by my butt cheeks, and I told him about my father r****g me, I was eleven. I talked, cried in his arms, told him the full story. A secret I had never talked about with anyone. He listened, held me, let me talk, and basically accepted me, even if I was broken.

    My life with him changed, like I walked in a door, and lived in his heart. And he lived in my heart. We no longer had sex, we made love, and I loved it. When my father shot himself several months later (a different trauma), I was free to give myself to him. I didn't go to the funeral, I stayed with him that day.

    Today, seven years later, I have three kids, I'm his wife, I don't work outside the home. He turned sixty this year, an 'old' man. I never dreamt a girl like me would have this life, it's a dream and I don't want to wake up. The only person who resents me is the lady in AP who was angry I had been promoted.

    Wandering Eyes

    I'm a self confessed, obsessed crotch watcher. I love men and their bulges. I love guessing what's under there. And I'm rather good at it! I've been this way my whole life. I openly admit looking at my own father and his friends. This continued all through school. A few teachers I had were packing!
    I love watching men around town. Especially married men or couples. Wondering what he fucks her with. If she likes his cock as much as I would? Or those occasions where I instantly know that that guy is a disappointment.
    Anyway. Stumbled on this site and thought I'd share.

    Turning Over The Keys After The Barbecue

    It was last year on a Friday night, my buddy called me up and asked if I wanted to barbecue for his wife's birthday earlier that week to which I agreed. They all love my cooking, and I don't mind entertaining especially when there is free alcohol involved.
    Throughout the evening, I had plenty of beers and some shots of various concoctions his wife and her girlfriends were pouring. Needless to say, I was far to wasted to drive home, and I was asked to give up the keys to my truck and offered a spot in the mancave on the couch to crash.
    Throughout the night, I had been flirting with his wife's friends and making jokes. I had a blast, and after everyone else had gone home and the party was over; I passed out on the couch.
    At some point during the night, I heard the door close to the shop where the mancave was. I didn't think anything of it, and was still far too drunk to care. I heard giggling and felt the comforter pull back, but I didn't react. Maybe I thought I was just dreaming, or something. Maybe I was just out of it, I don't know.
    I could hear whispers and giggling. Pokes and nudges, and then I heard my friends daughter whisper to her friend, "Do you think he'll wake up?" And her friend responded, "no way! A heard of elephants couldn't wake him up"
    They both giggled and I felt their hands on me. One of them began rubbing on my dick through my jeans, and they both commented about how I was getting hard. I could have woken up, I should have jumped up and stopped them, but I didn't. I just layer there as they unfastened my belt, un buttoned my pants, and pulled down the front of my underwear.
    "Oh my God!" The friend gasped as my hard dick sprang up from my briefs. She must Ave been the one who grabbed it first, because she asked my friends daughter if she had ever touched a cock before to which she responded simply, "no"
    Her friend stroked it up and down a little bit and told my friends daughter to touch it, and that's when I felt both of their hands around my dick.
    "I dare you to put it in your mouth." My friends daughter(mfd) said. "I'm not scared" her friend (hf) confirmed before I felt her warm wet mouth take the tip and start bobbing up and down.
    "What if he wakes up?" Mfd asked
    "He's not gonna!" Hf responded before telling mfd "here you try" She got up and mfd took her place. Hesitantly she kissed the head and was teased for being chicken before she took it into her mouth.
    I just laid there while mfd sucked and stroked my dick. After a while, she stopped sucking and asked, "oh my God, what are you doing?" "I'm fingering myself, what does it look like? Let me have a turn."
    Mfd got up and I felt hf mouth take her place. Then I heard mfd say, "You want me to do that while you suck it?" I didn't look, but I assume that she started playing with her friends pussy while her friend sucked me.
    I was so turned on, and couldn't believe what was happening. I was terrified of them knowing that I was aware of what they were doing, but when mfd said that she wanted to see my dick inside her friend and her friend stood up and positioned herself on me, I cracked my eyes just enough to see hf insert me into her pussy while mfd watched.
    Hf moaned while riding me, and mfd sat beside the couch watching as her friend fucked me. "Do you think he's going to cum?" Mfd asked. "Not before you feel it."hf said as she stepped off. "Oh no, I'm not going to do that! I'm still a virgin!" She protested
    "You have to do it! You're the one who's so in love with him. Look at him, he's ready and waiting to pop your cherry. Don't be a wimp."
    "I want to, but I want him to want it to!"
    I couldn't believe what I was hearing! She wanted me, but wanted me to want her too. I fuckin did! I wanted her so bad! It was at that moment that I completely forgot about pretending to be asleep, and I opened my eyes and looked her dead in her beautiful blue eyes and said, "I want you too"
    Bothe girls immediately bolted then hf, stopped mfd before they ran out. "You've been awake this whole time?" Hf asked "yep" "and you didn't stop us?" Mfd asked "seemed like yall had a pretty good idea of what yall wanted to do, and why would I stop you? I have never been so turned on in my life! Yall come back over here, it's okay." I said sitting up. The girls came back and hf helped mfd to get into position. She shrieked in pain as her Hyman broke, but she slowly began to raise herself up and down on me. I kissed her as she moaned from her first orgasm sent convulsions through her body. She was so tight, and felt so good. She continued to ride me until I told her I was about to cum, and she climbed off and they let me finish myself on their naked bodies.
    Then I woke up.... with a huge mess in my jeans, and no keys to get home. Tried my best to clean up, but shop rags and paper towels can only do so much.

    Early Retirement, And Made A Prisoner In My Own Home

    I dream of being made a prisoner in my own home, with no friends, no relatives, thus no hope of rescue, by my incredibly cruel ex-wife, and her current sig. other, who shares her love of extreme cbt, relentless milking, via both prostate stimulation and sadistic masturbation. Also, she refuses to allow anyone in her mouth, and I know HE obsesses about that, and would be delighted to make unrestricted use of mine!

    I know she always hated keeping me in a bondage-bag - too much work and inconvenience, but now, with his encouragement, she would be delighted to supervise his worst efforts...with a little bit of planning and foresight, I'm sure they would have no trouble making this a near-permanent situation, for the next twenty years, minimum...

    Sigh....oh well, a submissive can dream...

  • Fantasy

    I'd like to have sloppy seconds. I've always had this urge to follow another guy, I don't know why I just do