Fantasy: Used: Inside

We got in the elevator, along with a middle-aged lady. He pressed the button for the 12th floor, and we all dutifully looked up at the numbers as the elevator made its way up. I guess she was going to the same floor.

As we did, I felt his hand cup my ass. After the way he’d been using my body so far, this act seemed almost tender by comparison. He then moved his hand under the skirt, and slipped it inside my panties, which was still nice, having that skin-to-skin contact. But then he shocked me – literally – by sliding a finger into my asshole.

Fantasy: Used: The Car

Of course he drove a Mustang. Of course he did! What other kind of car would a guy like this drive? He dumped me into the passenger seat, and we were off.

He worked the car like he had previously worked my body: no hesitation, no second guessing himself, the Mustang was just an extension of his will. He didn’t rev the engine to impress me, but neither did he hesitate to gun it when he wanted to run a yellow or pass a slower driver.

It wasn’t a long drive before he was parking at a rundown tenement. There were a few buildings around a little grassy open area, and, since it was a nice night, there were a few people around, sitting on benches, enjoying the warm summer air. I made to get out of the car, but he stopped me.

“Not yet,” he said, “I’m ready for round two.”

Fantasy: Used: The Alley

As we walked into the alley together, he casually slipped an arm around me, letting his hand rest on my ass.

“Easy, sunshine,” I said. “I want to make him jealous, but let’s not get any ideas about what’s going to happen here.”

Fantasy: Used: The Fight

“Why don’t you keep your eyes to yourself, before I rearrange your face?”

Michael was getting tiresome. We were supposed to be celebrating his raise, and I wanted to give him a treat by wearing his favourite outfit: a simple black top, a miniskirt that shows off my sexy legs, and a pair of heels that were a bit too expensive, but what the hell, a girl needs to treat herself sometimes. He loves my legs – it’s one of the reasons we started dating in the first place – so he should have been enjoying the view, and maybe even resting his hand on my knee under the table. Instead, he was sending dirty looks toward any man in the bar who glanced in my direction. He was spending more time watching them than looking at me.

Kimberly, Part 2

Visiting Kimberly

Fast forward to the year 2016, the year that I suddenly started traveling on a regular basis for work. Traveling for work is something I love, and I was getting my desire:

• A couple of weeks in a different province, during which I exchanged messages with the “Too Good to be True” woman and the “Orgy Woman.”
• A week in Chicago, during which I exchanged naughty photos with “juliagarwood.”
• A long stint during which I traveled out of the country every week, during which I messaged a lot with “Sheer.”

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.