When I say I want a human dildo I really mean I want you tied up naked, cock out and hard, for me to use however I want. I want to wrap a vibrating cock ring around the base of your cock. First I want it to vibrate against your cock, making you squirm. Then I want to sit my pussy down onto your face and ride it until I’ve got my come sliding down your cheeks and you’re dripping pre cum for me. Messy boys are good boys.
Then when you’re already at your edge I’m going to wrap my legs around you and press my body up against yours, giving you marks down your neck and torso with my tongue and teeth. You’re mine to use and consume. I own every part of your body.
If I back off you immediately starting whining with desperation. You want more. You didn’t want it to stop, you never want it to stop. I love how needy you are. So needy for a toy. You have to promise me that you won’t come unless I say you can. That you’re nothing more than my dildo, here to make me come over and over.
You promise and I sit my pussy down onto your aching, still vibrating cock. I’m not going to fuck you. I just want your cock inside me while I get my clit up against that vibrator around the base of you. I want you inside while my pussy contracts in waves of pleasure around your cock until I’ve come as many times as it takes to satisfy me.
Don’t forget you promised not to come. Be a good sex toy for me baby. Be my good boy.
Grabbing someone’s bulge over their clothes might be one of the hottest things. I can’t stop thinking about a girl getting close to me, grabbing my hard bulge, going close to my ear and whispering how she owns it. My cock really is just her personal dildo. Telling me the things she will do to me later. Squeezing it harder when she starts talking about how it won’t matter how much I whine and whimper. No matter how much I tear up. She will keep riding it until she’s the one that comes. No matter how many times I cum, she won’t stop until she finishes too…
You didn't know it, but your body made dying worth it.
Becoming a ghost was the worst. He couldn't leave his haunt, no one could see him, and the landlord took all his stuff. When you moved into the house, the ghost was annoyed at first. They liked having the space to themselves. That changed the first time he saw you naked. For the first time, he was happy to be a ghost. Because you never knew when he was watching.
He started small, just watching you shower. Loving the way the water ran down your breasts. Enjoying the show you didn't realize you were putting on.
But he wanted more.
You were asleep the first time he touched you. Gently fondling your breasts. When you didn't wake up, he slowly unbuttoned your pajama top. Exposing your tits. He spent the night playing with them, becoming intimately familiar with the feel of them in his hands.
The next night, you wore a nightgown. He was practically drooling when he lifted it, pulling it all the way up to your neck. Then he took off your panties. You stayed asleep as he admired your bare body.
The third night he couldn't resist anymore. He undressed you and spread your legs. You began to stir as he explored your pussy with his fingers and tongue. You moaned and spread your legs wider. You thought you were dreaming. He loved watching you cum in your sleep, unaware that your "wet dream" was very much real.
When he finally fucked you, he knew he would never stop. Watching your pussy gape around his invisible cock, your breasts bouncing with every thrust, your sleepy moans...it was addictive. Every night, he'd be back to enjoy your compliant body. The perfect toy.
When even the realtor was hesitant to close the deal I was prepared for a crime scene or species of mold unknown to mankind. Creaky floorboards and the occasional cold spot are the best case scenario honestly.
Renovating an old little house alone can get quiet. When I don’t have friends over I chat with myself, or play music, even dancing alone in the half finished living room.
One night I kept working late into the evening, trying to get the last wall painted before going to bed. Music pulsing, swaying my ass to the beat. One of those unexpected gusts of cold air ran down my spine, making me shiver. And not just from the chill like normal, this breeze felt, intimate. Brushing lightly against my skin though firm enough to feel like fingers. I whirl around, but of course, there’s no one there.
Embarrassed, I crank the music higher and turn back to my work. For a while things are normal, but after another song or two, I feel another cold touch. Pinpoint, deliberate, there is no way this could be a stray gust of wind. Chilled fingers trace up my spine, ghosting over my neck and teasing lightly at the sensitive skin below my ear.
I must be more pent up than I thought, because despite the shock, I’m getting hard from these ghostly touches. They are moving now, unbothered by my clothes, tracing over stomach and ribs and nipples. It’s so enticing, it takes a moment to remember I should be worried about this. When I do, I startle, trying to pull away, only to realized I have no clue where to pull away from.
In my moment of hesitation the light touches pull away. Instead, an iron grip takes both my wrists, forcing my hands flat against one of the few unpainted sections of wall. The hold releases, but before I have a chance to think beyond the press of my dick against my zipper, the feeling is gone, replaced by something tight and cold and slick sliding down my cock.
I’m buried to the base in the grip of an invisible, perfect pussy. It starts to pull off my dick and my hips try to jerk forward on instinct. I can’t move, my body is frozen in place. All I can do is balance with my hands on the wall, twitch, and whine as the cunt starts up a rhythm. Pulling off and on my cock. Fucking it as carelessly as a dildo.
It’s too much, the strange cold squeezing around me, the relentless friction, the sloppy noise of slick splattering on my balls. I cum hard almost right away, chasing away the cold for an instant.
And yet, my dick stays rock hard and the pussy doesn’t stop for an instant. Everything is a conflict of sensation. When I look down I can see my erection straining against my pants, not a hint of the hole currently torturing my cock. And yet, despite the lack of visual evidence, sound and touch tells me it’s still pounding away.
It keeps going, the ghostly pussy fucks me until I’ve got tears and spit dripping down my chin and I’m coming dry. When I don’t have a single thought left, I feel the walls spasming around me, the top of my dick grinding against a barrier deep in the cunt.
Finally the ghost is merciful, pulling away. With a final brush of cold over my shoulders, the presence is gone. I collapse, panting, on the floor and fall asleep. When I wake up, I decide to open more windows next time I paint because there’s no way that was anything but a fume-induced libido -driven hallucination.
It’s not.
Weeks pass, and then months, and at random intervals, I’m visited by the presence, the ghost, haunting my house. Sometimes it just curls itself around me. In bed, on the couch, while I cook.
Morning wood is feeling game and I wake up cumming into invisible cool tightness when I don’t wake to teasing touches along my painfully hard dick. Before long the ghostly presence doesn’t manifest only when I’m alone, but squirms in my lap and runs its lips over me while I pretend to pay attention to a movie with my friends.
Before I know it, being touched by a warm, solid hand is stranger than that first haunting encounter
Sometimes I think about possessed underwear. Imagine you get a new binder and pair of boxers and you're so excited about them, you heard that they make any body type super masculine looking, like magic. Some people talk about it being a little warm and tingly, but you never really retain heat anyway so you should be fine.
You try them on the next day and you look in the mirror. Your chest is perfectly flat, your hips look a little narrower and your packer is perfectly in place. That warm tingly feeling is there like people said, but easy to ignore. You're going to meet a friend at a nearby cafe, so you decide to take the bus there.
The walk there is uneventful, but when you sit down in the back of the bus that tingling gets worse. It feels like something is touching your tdick, just a ghost of it. At first you just shift your weight and it doesn't bother you. Then you feel something licking into your cunt, teasing each part of you as your face goes bright red. You cough to cover up a moan as the slick tongue sinks into you, deeper than any human tongue can go. It hits each spot that sends sparks up your spine as something starts teasing your nipples, sucking and tugging on them.
You can almost hear the slick noises of your cunt and the lips against the skin of your chest. You cross your legs and swallow down each moan, but you can feel eyes glancing over at you as you shift in your seat, silently begging for your stop to come faster. You feel the heat building as the tongue in your cunt is replaced with something bigger. It sinks into your dripping cunt mercilessly, making your eyes roll back. You can't help the sigh that escapes you.
Your stop comes just as you're about to cum by just cockwarming this thing, pulling you from your pleasure as you force yourself out of the bus. That's when it begins to move, as you try to walk away from the bus stop. You walk on wobbly legs towards the cafe, panting and whimpering the whole way. It still doesn't let you cum, stopping as you clench down tighter.
When you get there, you sit at a table waiting for your friend as your chest is fondled and you're fucked like a toy. You order a coffee and use it to cover up your whines and red face. It seems like eventually the undergarments have mercy on you just before your friend comes in. They are pressing every button, leaving you a dripping mess as you cum in your jeans. They don't stop, just turn down the intensity, keeping you shivering with pleasure. As you come down from the high, you make your decision. You are definitely keeping these.
Imagine being fucked by a ghost in front of a mirror. Not only can you see your pussy gaping open but you can see the impressions of their hands on you. Watch your tits move around as they squeeze and bounce and play with them. Watch your thighs being spread wider to better expose your body. Every part of you being played with by an invisible lover.
So how about a slime creature that grows when it's placed in water?
At least, that's what it said on the website. Or… what you thought it said on the website? The whole thing had been in Latin, you'd had to use a shitty translation app to help you navigate buying the slime.
Which had maybe not been the best idea.
You scratched your head as you peered down into the bathtub. The slime was a luminous blue, utterly mesmerising as it floated in the water. But it had only grown two or three inches, a far cry from the infinitus the website had promised. Had they sent you a dud? What was the store's return policy? Were you gonna have to run the whole stupid thing through the translation app too?
Just the thought made you groan.
"Ugh, I just wanna cum, I don't wanna do more work." Continuing to grumble under your breath, you scooped the slime out of the tub. It was about the size of your palm, an oddly affectionate little creature. You peered at it curiously as it curled around your fingers and wrist.
Okay, now you were, like… two percent less willing to send the slime back.
Bathwater trickled down your bare skin as you headed back to your bedroom. The slime had securely wrapped itself around your wrist—it wasn't cute, it wasn't—so you had to snatch up your lap top one handed and scoot awkwardly back on the mattress until you were reclining on your mountain of plushes and pillows.
You pulled up the site you'd bought the slime from, squinting at the screen where most companies kept a little Contact Us link.
"Who the fuck hosts a website in Latin?"
Who the fuck buys sex toys from a website hosted in Latin? a sensible voice in the back of your mind countered.
Muttering under your breath, you spared a brief moment to be grateful the little slime was moving around, creeping curiously up your arm and into the crook of your elbow. Which was perfect, because that meant you could try and fail to translate this stupid goddamn page with both hands.
You spent the next fifteen minutes alternating between cursing and… Well, no, you were just cursing. And all the while, the little slime was creeping along your skin, tickling down from your arm and across your belly. The touch was cool and slightly sticky, but not unpleasant. You were about to reach over to move it—it slipped passed your bellybutton—when you saw what you were looking for.
"Finally!" You shifted on the mattress, slime forgotten as you clicked the link and began working on translating that. So focused on what you were doing, you didn't notice as the slime moved lower… and lower…
… and lower…
"Eeek!"
The slime had found the entrance to your cunt and was burrowing inside you. Shocked little jolts of pleasure burst through you as you squirmed; you shut your laptop with shaky hands, almost tossing it across the room as your hands dropped to your pussy. The little slime was too quick, though, slipping through your folds and deep into your cunt in a matter of seconds.
And then you didn't want to stop it.
A suprised little moan escaped you as the creatures seemed to twist and turn inside you, rubbing against your walls in the most delicious way. Your earlier irritation dissolved into nothing as arousal took its place, your cunt getting soaked embarrassingly quickly.
Okay, maybe I don't need that return policy after all.
Fuck, the little slime was relentless, writhing around in your cunt that made your hips buck, searching for friction that wasn't to be had. Maybe this could work out if you humped a pillow or—?
The slime was getting bigger.
You hadn't noticed at first, too surprised by what it was doing to take notice of its size. But there was no denying it; the wetter you got, the more the little—or not, at this point—slime seemed to lap it up. And that was when realisation dawned.
Maybe the slime had just needed a different kind of wetness.
The creature was lengthening inside you, thickening in a way that made a delighted cry slip free from your throat without your permission. The wet sounds of your cunt filled the air, the most heavenly, hedonistic accompaniment to your loud moans. Something slick and cool flickered over your clit, sending a rush of pleasure through you as your pussy gushed.
You stared down at yourself, willing the slime to emerge, just for a second, so you could get a look at it. The slime must have easily doubled in size by now, and it showed no signs of slowing down.
It was getting hard to think. Your hands moved up to cup your tits, rolling your nipples and squeezing. Delicious… The slime was pressing into you ever more deeply, seemingly ravenous as it feasted on your wetness. You were edging closer and closer to orgasm, your whole body tightening as the creature played with your clit and the exquisite sensations flooded through you.
"Fuck… oh, fuck… hngh…"
A choked off scream as you came, your eyes rolling back in your head, your entire body thrashing with the force of it. You'd orgasmed like this before a few times, had made a total mess of your bed…
But that wasn't a problem tonight because the slime was absorbing it all.
You felt the creature growing even bigger and you watched, turned on beyond imagining, as you finally saw something wriggling out of your cunt.
Tentacles, you realised. The little slime had grown tentacles. And they were changing colour, going from blue to a deep purple, almost black. They slithered out of your body, the appendages wrapping around your legs and spreading you open further with surprising strength. And all the while, it kept fucking you, relentless, your earlier orgasm seemingly making the creature hungry for more.
Another tentacle crept around over your tummy, feeling your skin curiously and leaving a sticky residue behind. Your eyes widened as you watched the slime bump against your fingers, nuzzling at your tits. Following the wordless command, you let your hands slide down to the bed beneath you. Its touch is gentle, exploratory. There was something about the way the slime moved that made you think it was testing your reactions, studying how your body responded to it cupping your tits and playing with your nipples.
Your moans were near constant by now. The slime seemed to zero in on every erogenous zone, coaxing more wetness from your cunt. A dwindling corner of your mind still capable of rational thought remembered the website's promise that the creature would grow exponentially in the right environment.
Gotta remember to leave a five-star review.
The creature was growing right before your eyes. Whatever it needed, it was getting straight from your soaked cunt. Helplessly little grunts spilled passed your lips as the slime continued to fuck you, its tentacles toying with your nipples and nudging against your asshole only adding to the ecstasy.
"Uh… uh… uh…" Your eyes rolled back as you panted for breath; you didn't think anything had ever fucked you as good, gone in as deep…
The creature shoved itself between your parted lips, not hesitating until it hit the back of your throat. You thrashed at the sudden intrusion, but the tentacles were inhumanly strong. Its limbs held fast to your legs and wound around your arms, keeping you spread open to its ministrations. The slime thickened in your mouth, threatening to cut off your airway, and you didn't think you'd ever felt better.
And so you stopped resisting.
gluk… gluk… gluk…
Your limbs went limp, pliant, as the creature continued fucking you; the tendril probing at your asshole had slipped inside you, stuffing you almost impossibly full. One glance down at your midriff revealed a sizeable bulge, bobbing up and down in time with the slime's thrusts. A delighted, garbled sound slipped passed the tentacle fucking your throat.
gluk-gluk-gluk-gluk-gluk
You'd order the little slime thinking to use it as a sex toy; now, here the creature was using you as its cocksleeve.
The thought sent you over the edge. You came again, so hard and for so long that the world threatened to go dark around you. Body spasming, dark spots dancing in front of your vision, you almost missed the way the creature's tentacles thickened inside you, the force of its thrusts getting even harder and faster.
Was it… Was it going to cum inside of you?
Your whole body erupted in a frenzy of movement. Bucking back against the tentacles fucking you, you squeezed your cunt around the slime, milking its enormous girth with your inner walls. You sucked and slurped at the tendril in your mouth, eagerly bobbing on it and making drool run down your chin and onto your tits.
Make me your cum dump… please, just cum inside me…
The creature seemed to read your mind.
It sped up, fucking you harder and harder, faster and faster, until finally…
Cum gushed into you, the creature returning everything it had taken from you tenfold. You gulped down its cum eagerly; your tummy rounded out as it spurted inside you, filling you to the brim, and leaking out of you as it continued to piston in and out of you.
You didn't know how much time had passed. All you could do was tremble, your whole body aching in the most delicious way. Gradually, the tentacles around your arms and legs and waist released their hold on you. The slime, you realised mournfully, was getting smaller. Although, you noticed with a distant interest, it hadn't reverted to its original blue hue.
Now that your arms were free, you could heave yourself up onto your elbows to peek down at your cum-swollen belly; you looked like you were in your second trimester.
The thought sent another gush of wetness to your cunt, making the slime writhe inside you weakly. It seemed the creature was as worn out as you were. Another few minutes, and the little slime disappeared from view completely, although it remained inside you, effectively plugging you up.
You kinda didn't want it to leave.
Exhaustion was tugging at you, making your eyelids flutter shut. Letting out a massive yawn, you struggled to roll over onto your side; one arm slipped under a nearby pillow, the other cradled your distended tummy.
Can't wait for round two…
It was your last thought before you fell into a dreamless sleep.
many of my sexual fantasies and kinks boil down to ‘someone being really attracted to me and me not having to ask for affection, just be given it.” which could mean nothing.
“This kink is problematic when you think about it” ohhhhhh shit ok lemme head on over to the kink store and trade these kinks in for one that make my jackoff fantasies morally superior
would love to get drugged and have my cunt violated by gloved fingers and foreign objects while my assailant mock-praises me for how obedient i am and how wet i’m getting
Imagine you just moved into a new house. The AC is busted which sucks when it's hot as fuck out but hey who are you to complain when it was so suspiciously cheap?
Because of aforementioned heat, the only way you can comfortably fall asleep is naked. As you lay down for bed that night, you get an odd feeling. Too exhausted from the big move, you chalk it up to the anxiety of sleeping in a new home and go to sleep.
You're having a wonderful dream about your favorite fantasy when suddenly you're awoken by the most intense orgasm you've ever experienced. You have no time to acclimate to what's going on- you're immediately made aware of how your body is being violently bounced- no, fucked against the headboard of your bed.
Your legs are being held up by god knows what- something you try to discern when your gaze snaps to between your legs only to see nothing there except your embarrassingly wet cunt. The mirror at the foot of the bed, which you never got around to moving, confirms what you're trying to wrap your mind around in a mix of both fear and arousal: you're being fucked by something invisible.
A few more thrusts of the massive force inside of you has you crying out, the pleasure overwhelming- but your moans are cut short by another invisible presence forcing itself into your open mouth.
Drool and tears stream down your face as you gag and get pounded between two beings you can't see. You're quickly brought to the edge of another orgasm when suddenly both invisible masses rip free of you, leaving you coughing and gaped.
You're about to whine until you're manhandled into a new position. Your ghostly assailants waste no time, stuffing you full once more- except this time there's a third in your ass now, too. Your new otherworldly friends use you over and over all night, until you reach an orgasm so good that you pass out.
When you wake up in the morning, there's no evidence that the events of last night were anything more than the most erotic dream you've ever dreamt- though it is quite embarrassing to have squirted in your sleep..
Later that day, you're just out and about running a few necessary errands when you feel something prodding at your clothed cunt. You freeze, looking around only to find you're seated in the back of the bus alone. You brush it off as just your body being weird and readjust how you're sitting.
A few minutes go by, and the prodding is back- albeit more insistent. You're just about to get up and check under you to see if you're sitting on anything when you feel something slam into your defenseless cunt.
Involuntarily, you let out a moan. Your gratitude for the bus being empty doesnt last long, however- as it reaches the next stop and a dozen or so people flood in. All the while, your ghost is still fucking up into you with the force of a freight train.
It's a Herculean task to pretend as if your pussy isn't being ruthlessly pounded into oblivion. You're biting your lip so hard you've made it bleed- and you're gripping the seat besides you so tightly that your knuckles have turned white.
At one point, you try pressing all your weight down in order to stop yourself from bouncing on the massive cock inside of you, but the phantom grip on your hips just tightens and begins using you as a fleshlight.
The ghosts don't care if you're embarrassed, or overstimulated. They're going to fuck you wherever they want, whenever they want, for as long as it takes to satisfy them. You'll accept the job of being their free use slut, eventually. You know you love it.
