Dm and the Dirty 20s
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Chapter 37: Elyse’s Consent Letter for Shane
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 37: Elyse’s Consent Letter for Shane - Shane has been playing 'The Game' for over two decades with his old college friends - D&D, but with sex. Now he's being asked to run 'a normal campaign' for some college coeds. It couldn't possibly happen again, right?
Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Mult Consensual Romantic Lesbian Heterosexual Fiction High Fantasy Magic Were animal Sharing Light Bond Rough Spanking Group Sex Harem Polygamy/Polyamory Swinging Interracial White Male White Female Indian Female Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie Exhibitionism Facial Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Sex Toys Squirting Tit-Fucking Voyeurism Big Breasts Slow Violence
Elyse had handwritten her letter on lined paper, sliding it over to me with a bit of a blush before handing over two more to the others.
Fuck me up, Daddy.
OK, seriously, this is my fourth time starting this and my palms are sweaty and shit, but that’s how I decided to start it.
You are super fucking hot, Shane. Like, ideal man in my books. I’ve always had a thing for older guys but never went for it, and for real I find you so fucking attractive. Not just your physicality either. Your charisma gives me butterflies, and the way you look and listen to me just talking about whatever gets me fucking wet.
I’m not trying to say I love you or anything, OK? But even if we weren’t doing this whole consent thing I would be finding a way to stay back some night after the game and seeing if you wanted to fuck.
And seriously, I’m not a slut or anything. I’ve only been with two guys before (and one girl:P). Both of the guys were blegh, but I put up with it because I wanted to feel pretty and have a boyfriend. You make me feel pretty without even trying.
I want you to take me to pound town. And yes, I know that sounds silly, but ... I’ve never had a guy satisfy that itch for me. I want rough sex. Like R.O.U.G.H. When you grabbed my hair while I was blowing you, how the fuck did you read my mind? I want you to throw me around the bed, or table, or floor. Wherever. Bend me over the kitchen table. Maul me with those big hands. Squeeze me. Just stick to spanking my ass, I’m not looking to get slapped around. Pull my hair though! Choke me! I’ll come so fucking hard, I swear. Just masturbating to the idea gets me off so good, having you do it? Mind will be blown.
OK, maybe that’s all a bit much, I just think you can handle it I guess. But I’m too far in now and don’t want to start over again. Maybe a list will help:
- Oral: Yes. Fuck my mouth like before. Skullfuck me. If I can deepthroat you by the end of the summer I’d fucking cream myself.
- Vaginal: Like I said, fuck me up. Pound town. Any position you want. Hell, every position.
- Anal: I’m an anal virgin. Circle back around on this - I’m scared of the fact that I want to say take it. Maybe I’ll bring it up after the first couple of times we fuck normally. I know I like playing with it when I’m thinking about you slamming me.
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