Filter By
Updating status
AllOngoingCompleted
Sort By
AllPopularRecommendationRatesUpdated
69 Dripping Fantasies

69 Dripping Fantasies

**WARNING: VERY EXPLICIT 21+** + + My name doesn't matter. My filthy urges do. I came home from work. The bedroom door was half open. My husband was there, pounding into some woman on our bed, his cock slamming in and out, deep and rough. I should have screamed. Instead my pussy clenched hard. I stood frozen, watching every thrust. My hand slipped under my skirt on its own. Fingers circled my clit as he fucked her right in front of me. He glanced over. “You like watching my cock stretch her?” I rubbed faster. “Don’t stop,” I whispered. Then I came shaking, eyes locked on him pounding her. *** 69 Dripping Fantasies is sixty-nine raw taboo stories. Wives catching husbands cheating and getting soaked instead of angry. Step-family secrets whispered in quiet. Glory holes that fill fast. Honeymoon wife swaps sparked by one dumb dare. Older rich men taking total control. Professors crossing every forbidden line. Husband’s best friends sneaking in. Strangers who follow, then fuck hard. Group nights in dark clubs. Cucks cleaning up every last drop. *** I’m on my knees. One thick cock buried deep in my throat, making me gag. The woman behind me squeezes my tits until it hurts so good. Her tongue between my ass, teasing, no cock has filled my pussy or ass yet. But I’m trembling, dripping, seconds from squirting everywhere. Two massive black cocks wait their turn, and her presence makes it filthier… hotter. I never knew I craved this so badly. *** No soft romance. Just dirty yeses where no should be. Sixty-nine stories. Sixty-nine surrenders. Read if you’re brave. These pages might leave you wet, jealous, horny… or secretly think of your own filthy fantasies when nobody’s watching. Reader discretion is strongly advised.
1031.3K viewsOngoingAdded to Library 1.1K Times as colossus x reader
Read
+Library
PREV
1
...
363738394041

Frequently Asked Questions

This isn't as formulaic as some other tropes. The central conflict usually stems from the massive difference in power and perspective. The sheer scale of the colossus—every movement is an event, a potential disaster for the reader character—creates an inherent physical tension. I've seen writers dwell on sensory details: the ground trembling underfoot, the shadow falling over you like a building, the slow, deep sound of its breath like wind through a canyon. The reader is constantly aware they're fragile, while the colossus is often unaware of its own destructive potential.

But the good stuff goes beyond that. Emotional tension comes from bridging that gap. Maybe the colossus is trying to be gentle, cupping the reader in a hand the size of a car, and the tension is whether it can control its strength. Or the tension is intellectual—the reader trying to communicate with something that perceives time and existence differently. I read one where the colossus was basically a living mountain, and the reader's village was built on its dormant hand; the tension was whether its awakening was a cataclysm or a reunion. It's less about physical threat and more about the terrifying, awe-filled intimacy of connecting with something so vast.

SCAN CODE TO READ ON APP
DMCA.com Protection Status