Kimberly, Part 1

No matter what you’re into, no matter how depraved you might be, there’s always someone out there who’s into something harder than you are. I might enjoy porn, and having adulterous sex with women who aren’t my wife¹; I might be totally into paying for escorts for a low-friction² experience in finding D-T-F women; I might be willing to fuck multiple women at once (though I prefer it one at a time); but that’s nothing compared to some of my friends.

“Looking for Just One”

This is one of the most common themes I see on A-M: the ladies are just looking for one man to have an ongoing affair with, and they want their men to want the same. There are exceptions, usually from women who are experienced with affairs, but this is typically what I’m seeing stated in profiles. The intent is that this woman would find one, perfect man to have an affair with, they’d both delete their A-M profiles, and they’d walk hand-in-hand into the sunset, having a fulfilling, sexual relationship in which they meet all of each other’s needs, and have deep conversations where the men share their feelings, before sliding into bed for selfless, loving sex.

I have a few issues with this narrative:

1. There is no perfect man. Sorry ladies. (Well… there is, but it’s me, and I can’t date everyone. (Sorry ladies.)) This has follow-on consequences.
2. Much as we’d like to pretend otherwise, A-M is a numbers game, especially for men. This also has follow-on consequences.
3. Aside from all of that… is that “riding off into the sunset with one partner” really what you want? From an affair? Really? I mean, it’s adorable that you think so, but… really?

Let’s look at each of these points.

Misunderstandings – With a Vengeance!

Everyone is different¹, and everyone communicates differently. So there are bound to be misinterpretations of things, where I’ll say something, meaning one thing, and someone will read it and think I meant something else. Or maybe she won’t care what I meant, but something I’ve said – or some particular word I’ve used – will cause her to go off on a rant about something else.

Usually this happens in emails or instant messages, and it’s often easy to correct those misunderstandings, but sometimes it happens from the words on my actual profile, and that can be more difficult to deal with because I might never even know in the first place that it’s a problem. There could just be tons of women who are passing me by because of a poorly worded sentence, and I’ll never be the wiser.

Fantasy: Batgirl Part VI: The Web is Gone

• Part I: Spiderweb
• Part II: Sting
• Part III: A Whole New Kind of Sting
• Part IV: Suck the Poison Out
• Part V: The Fly Comes Back for More

The following night Batgirl followed her new pattern. Foregoing any thought of going out on patrol, she simply waited for nightfall, donned her cowl and costume, and drove to the steely-eyed man’s house.

She immediately noticed a difference in the house. There were no lights on, which was not unusual, but there was a preternatural silence about the place which she could not explain. With dread in her heart, she didn’t even bother ringing the bell. She tried the door, and found it unlocked. She went inside and turned on the lights, illuminating the emptiness within. She wandered around the rooms, visiting the library where she’d first laid eyes on him (and bared her breasts to him), lingering in the hallway where he’d trapped her in the window and the bedroom where he’d given her her first ass fucking, then going down to the basement where a dozen men had abused her for his pleasure. There was not a stick of furniture in the house, nor any other sign that anyone had ever been here. The only thing preventing her from going crazy was the lack of dust; if she’d found the floors coated in dust, like some kind of horror movie, she would surely have come unhinged.

As it was, there was no mystery. The man had simply left. Left the house, and left her.

And as she stood there, processing this new information, it occurred to her: she still didn’t know what, if any, illegal activities had been going on in the house, to draw her there in the first place.

Author’s Notes

Not that it matters, but the author doesn’t have any particular Batgirl fetish. The only reason the story features her is that it is inspired by an earlier story from someone named Mr. X, which was posted to alt.sex.stories in 1996. In fact, this story is specifically inspired by a scene in Mr. X’s story in which Batgirl is trapped in a window and raped from behind, which stuck in this author’s mind for almost 20 years before he wrote this story. (Another detail stolen from that story is Batgirl/Barbara masturbating the next day, though this version of the story takes a linear approach whereas Mr. X’s story is told as a flashback.) This is not a retelling of Mr. X’s story, the two stories are completely different, it simply steals Mr. X’s idea of Batgirl being trapped in a window and raped from behind.

Further to this point, the author knows absolutely nothing about Batgirl/Barbara Gordon other than what he could glean from 10 minutes of rushed “research.” He has no idea what Barbara Gordon’s love life is like in the comics, so he made some assumptions. Is she a virgin in the comics? If not, is it usually “Barbara” who’s having sex, or “Batgirl”? The author doesn’t know. Comic nerds may be disappointed by anything the author got incorrect, so minor apologies are offered.

Fantasy: Batgirl Part V: The Fly Comes Back for More

• Part I: Spiderweb
• Part II: Sting
• Part III: A Whole New Kind of Sting
• Part IV: Suck the Poison Out

There was no pretense of going out on patrol the next night. Batgirl – Barbara – all of her – just wanted to see him again. To be his. The only restraint she enforced on herself was to wait until after dark, so at least people in the steely-eyed man’s neighbourhood wouldn’t notice Batgirl’s motorcycle in his driveway all day.

Fantasy: Batgirl Part IV: Suck the Poison Out

• Part I: Spiderweb
• Part II: Sting
• Part III: A Whole New Kind of Sting

When Batgirl got home she stripped off her cowl and tights and slid naked into bed, exhausted. She had to lay on her side, still sore from the spanking, and she could feel dried cum between her bum cheeks, along with the cum which had already caked on the insides of her thighs. At least she hoped it was cum in her bum, and not blood; her asshole still felt loose to her, leaving her to hope it would repair itself with time.

Not only was she tired, she was honest enough to admit that she was satiated as well. As Batgirl – Barbara – got older, and started to experiment with her sexuality, she sometimes came home and leisurely masturbated herself to sleep after a night of crimefighting. She’d had a few short sexual experiences with boys her own age, but her most satisfying orgasms came from her own fingers after she’d violently thrown a few villains around. The sense of power she got from being a superhero definitely played into her role as a sexual woman. But none of her experiences, alone or with boys, had ever left her as satisfied as this night had. She fell asleep almost immediately, unaware of the smile on her face.

Fantasy: Batgirl Part III: A Whole New Kind of Sting

• Part I: Spiderweb
• Part II: Sting

He left her hanging out the window for a while, panting and dribbling cum, before finally releasing the windowpane which held her. He reached out the window to grab her hair, and used it to yank her back inside, where she landed in a heap on the floor. She saw that the man’s cock was already back inside his pants. In fact, to all appearances he’d been involved in no strenuous activity at all; he could have been reading the newspaper a few minutes ago, rather than relentlessly pounding her sloppy pussy.

Fantasy: Batgirl Part II: Sting

• Part I: Spiderweb

The worst part about the semi-public spanking Batgirl was receiving was that it was so unpredictable. The grey-eyed man continually adjusted the force with which he landed his blows, and there seemed to be no pattern to the order he would strike her right and left cheeks. If there had been a pattern she could have learned to anticipate the blows, to prepare herself, but every one took her by surprise. Maybe that was the pattern; perhaps he sensed her steeling herself for a blow on one side, and used that as a guide to aim the blow in the other direction.

She had long stopped glancing up at the sidewalk to look for witnesses. She just hoped nobody would walk by – or, if they did, that they wouldn’t look up at just the wrong moment and see this nude, blushing woman, breasts bouncing hither and yon as she was administered her spanking.

Fantasy: Batgirl Part I: Spiderweb

Batgirl’s head cleared quickly, but she didn’t know how long she’d been unconscious. She kept her eyes closed, playing possum until she could gauge the situation. Her wrists were bound above her head, so her arms were getting sore; soon she’d need to reassert the strength in her legs and stand, to relieve the ache, but for now she let them dangle limply beneath her, hanging from her restraints, to keep up the ruse.

Sheer: Part II

Continued from Part I.