LanceGrapher

Poolside!

by LanceGrapher

Chapter 16 in Sexual Privilege

You're not actually swimming. You're by the pool while chatting, sure. You're dipping your feet in the water sometimes, fine. But you hadn't exactly told Rosa that you'd be go swimming for a date, and she's not set up for it. She doesn't want to have her actual underwear soaked o...

Heading to your home theater

by LanceGrapher

Chapter 16 in Sexual Privilege

Human beings have spent ten thousand years iterating on the most basic tool designs. Levers, pulleys, spears, swords, tables - and chairs. You frequently use women for sitting on. You have no compunction about using a woman as a chair. You'll even admit you're comfortable on man...

You hear the bell ring

by LanceGrapher

Chapter 15 in Sexual Privilege

Your place is not hard to miss. Ever since you got your girls, you've been living in a massive mansion built on a sprawling gated estate just on the edge of the city. Your change in housing was driven by practical need - you need space to keep your girls, their food, their clothi...

Back at your place, you're waiting for the second date to start

by LanceGrapher

Chapter 14 in Sexual Privilege

"I'm not in love or anything. I don't think we'll get married. I'm not going to hurt myself for her. I don't feel for her the way you guys feel for me. But... I want her to like me. You know what I mean?", you ask. Your original Bag is gone, sent back to her original family week...

Sitting at a bar, of course

by LanceGrapher

Chapter 13 in Sexual Privilege

The bar your date chose has a ton of possible ways this could go wrong. There's the three drunk yuppie-looking girls sitting at a nearby table discussing something - the only thing part of their conversation you can hear is "_I hate men_!" - loudly. There's the bartender, a littl...

Go On A Date!

by LanceGrapher

Chapter 12 in Sexual Privilege

There's only a certain percentage of the women you meet who won't turn themselves into your property. Out of those, only a certain percentage of the women you meet are single. Out of that subset, only a certain percentage are within your age range. And out of that sub-subset, onl...

Six months later, here's what you've learned

by LanceGrapher

Chapter 11 in Sexual Privilege

The last few months have been weird. Not in a bad way, just in a... weird way. You are not ungrateful enough to have been granted no-string-attached ownership of a ton of women, but you're also not naive enough to think that the sudden change in the way women interacted with you...

Go For The Face, Obviously

by LanceGrapher

Chapter 7 in Sexual Privilege

Amanda had looked nervous for a second at Chang's wang, before it coincidentally turned to excitement. That's fine. You don't really need to compare yourself to bigger guys anymore, because it's not like they can walk into a lingerie modeling show and start a one-man-fifty-woman...

Be nice to the guy

by LanceGrapher

Chapter 6 in Sexual Privilege

It's easy for you to fuck any woman that moves, but you remember when it was tough - a long, long time ago. You can understand the guy's frustration, if his girl is so annoying that she won't let him participate in a contest that it seems literally every other guy in the country...

Yes, but get everyone to look away - you're shy!

by LanceGrapher

Chapter 7 in Sexual Privilege

You let Samantha go for a moment, and she takes a deep, pained breath. Do you want to keep hurting her? You look at the teacher again. You think about how it would be kind of awkward to do this, but awkward not to either. Awkwardness is a great motivator. "Every _white person_...

Eventually. But let's skip forward to a while later...

by LanceGrapher

Chapter 21 in Sexual Privilege

You're comfortably snug in your bed, facing the ceiling, content. The bed is soft, warm - desperately needed after today's excitement. Ashley is falling asleep on her side next to you, wearing long, unsexy pajamas, and that's a big part of your contentment. Hannah had had her nos...

You do, eventually. But let's skip forward to a little while later...

by LanceGrapher

Chapter 21 in Sexual Privilege

her while you continue what you're doing

by LanceGrapher

Chapter 20 in Sexual Privilege

Your hands wrap around Hannah's throat. For a moment, it's just you two in silence, you looming above her, her staring up at you wide-eyed as she desperately tries to enjoy you setting her anus on fire. Then you start squeezing. You are vicious. You are strong. This skinny, fit...

It's complicated

by LanceGrapher

Chapter 20 in Sexual Privilege

The two of you sit there for a while, alone except the sex toy - er, the blonde waitress - still wrapped in Ashley's arms. You notice, now that neither of you are talking, that there's almost a pattern to her breaths. Your crush makes a wrist motion, you hear a breath of a specif...

Sitting on the curb while the blonde gets used

by LanceGrapher

Chapter 19 in Sexual Privilege

It was easy to get the waitress, even if you're banned from the restaurant for life. Just stand outside the window and wave for her attention. She takes the plate she's about to give to the customer, and then runs outside. She doesn't notify any of her coworkers, but it really do...

"Talk dirty to me"

by LanceGrapher

Chapter 19 in Sexual Privilege

There. An easy order. No planning out what baffling sex tool to use, or even to put any effort into it at all. You just keep thrusting, toying with the temperature dildo as you do, smiling as you watch her wince as she talks. "Oh, yes, yes, oh goood, yes. Ohhhh... I'm... Oh, mast...

She throws you out

by LanceGrapher

Chapter 18 in Sexual Privilege

You're currently in Ashley's car. That's because you got kicked out of the fucking restaurant, like a fucking moron. "Well, like, only certain girls will do anything for you. It's not every woman that sees how perfect you are." What the fuck? How would you even know that? How co...

Stick something up her butt, and then fuck her

by LanceGrapher

Chapter 18 in Sexual Privilege

There's one particular toy you remember as you're considering what you're allowed to do. There's a black dildo, short and thin, in the group of sex toys you were looking at earlier. It's got a remote to control its temperature, changing it from slightly painful degrees of hot to...

Turns out the pub had nothing

by LanceGrapher

Chapter 6 in World of Fetishes

There were, in fact, no British girls at the pub you went to. Absolutely none at all. Unbelievably disappointing. There _was_ a French history student there with her boyfriend and his lover, and while those two were making out at the bar she started chatting with you. Not in a s...

Dinner!

by LanceGrapher

Chapter 17 in Sexual Privilege

The restaurant you go to is _not_ cheap. It's all dim lights and art deco furniture, with a menu full of words that sound vaguely French. You're nervous for a second - the two of you seem way underdressed for the place, in your jeans and sweaters - but Ashley walks in without a w...