Author: I_am_a_slutty_bitch

Rewarding My Husband

My husband walks through the door at the end of another 14 hour night shift. He works as a firefighter, and is still dressed in his work uniform. Dark blue utility pants and top – everytime I see him in his work clothes, I instantly feel my pussy start to tingle and get wet. He sits down on the couch across from me, exhausted, and lets out a long sigh.

‘How was your day baby?’ I ask him, secretly sneaking a look at his crotch. Thinking about what’s under there just serves to make my pussy tingle even more…..I ache to feel him inside me, but i know he’s had a long night, and is tired, and it’s my turn to be a selfless wife.

‘Yeah Ok…the usual, alarms, car fires etc. I’m beat’.

I go over to where he is sitting, and sit next to him and start to cuddle him, and caress his chest. He sighs and relaxes back into the couch. I continue to run my hands over his chest and torso, slowly making my way down to his crotch. When I get there, I can feel his cock, hard as a rock, through his work pants. I let out a little sigh….god my pussy wants him. Read more »

My Sex Story On My dear Son’s Lap A Mother Son Sex Story

It was August. We spent the morning packing the car. Our son, Mike was leaving for college. It was morning but already it was 90 degrees outside. Mike and husband, and I were getting pretty sweaty loading up the car. The trunk was already full and the back seat wouldn’t fit much more. Mike went back in the house to get the last of his things.

I heard him come out of the house. I turned around and saw him carrying his 42 inch flat screen TV.

“Where are you going to put the TV?” I heard his father ask.

“I don’t know, but I don’t want to leave it. Maybe we can move some stuff around in the back seat.”

I looked in the back seat. “I don’t think so, son.” Mike looked in the car. “We can put it in the middle of the front seat.”

“Ok, college man,” I said. “Then where is your mom going to sit?” Read more »

Dirty Laundry

When you are young and your whole life moves …it moves. When you’re older your life can seem stuck and static. Poppy was static and knew it. This was a shame at eighteen; at that age life should be dynamic and a buzz of action and new experiences.

As a primary school aged youngster the adventure was all there. Moving to a home with the strange name of Rendell Creek Junction. The water part of the name sounded great. Poppy always liked swimming. The creek however was nearly perpetually dry. Rendell Creek was two thousand clicks from the sea. A desert stopover point for fuel, food and rest. It was a roadhouse business with a rundown basic minimum two and half star accommodation rating. A ‘welcome’ strategic break in any person’s journey where the main north south highway met the only sealed route east.  To the west a less used harsh dusty corrugated four wheel drive adventure desert track.

Poppy was ‘okay’ through the passing years while her older sister was still at home. Her three years away studying at University and a boyfriend to boot…meant they had drifted apart. Her parents had only two days ago taken the long drive south for Melanie’s graduation and their first break in years. Read more »

On My dear Son’s Lap A Mother Son Sex Story

‘Ok, I’ll sit on your lap. But if it gets too uncomfortable I want to stop at a rest stop.” I said looking at Steve my husband. He agreed. “Ok, let’s get our showers so we can get on the road.”

My shower didn’t take long. Since I would be sitting on my sons lap for five hours, I wanted to wear something real comfortable. My jeans would be too tight. Plus it was too hot to wear them. I looked in my closet. As I was going though my clothes I found a summer dress I brought. It was the short type with sleeveless arms. It buttoned up in the front. I unbuttoned it and put it on. When I finished buttoning it up, I noticed it showed my bra to much. I took it off again. I removed my bra and put the dress back on. I looked in the mirror. I really didn’t need a bra. Even at thirty seven my tits were still perky. The dress was short. It only came to the middle of my thighs. I slipped on a pear of white panties. I took one last look in the mirror. I thought to myself. “For a mother of an eighteen year old son, I still looked good. I know my husband still likes what I look like. He tries to fuck me at least five times a week.” I heard the car horn. Read more »

Published
Categorized as Erotica

My biggest fantasy is to be raped. I’m ashamed to say that because it’s not something a woman should admit.

My reluctance to say it out loud stems from a conversation I had once with a friend’s boyfriend in a pub. We were chatting about fantasises (you know the type, sex in public, Britney Spears in *that* school uniform) when he suddenly announced that it was every woman’s fantasy to be raped.

I thought it was the most misogynistic thing I’d ever heard because at that time, I saw rape as a woman being forced at knifepoint to have sex with a stranger in a dark alleyway somewhere. So why would any woman in her right mind want to endure that humiliation? No woman *wants* to be hurt and degraded like that.

But his words stayed with me and I was determined to prove him wrong in every relationship I had after that.

Every man I have been with knows that I’m no victim. I’m in control of all aspects of my life and I certainly don’t let anyone dictate to me what I should do: everything is done *my* way, especially sex. Read more »

What Happens in Vegas, Stays In…Mom, No!

My mother had just suffered through a very testy divorce.  Apparently, after twenty-five years of blissful wedlock, daddy decided he didn’t want his wife to be married to a womanizing asshole any longer.  He’s considerate like that.  

            Since then, dear mater had embarked on an intense regimen of Xanax, booze and late night calls (almost exclusively to me).  Hey, I really love my mom but a girl needs her beauty sleep.  

            After a few months of this relentless whining, wining and wallowing, I suggested that we should both forget about our dull, dreary lives and go spend a week in Vegas disgracing the very name of womanhood.  It seemed like the perfect solution.  I’d just turned 21 and was in real need of a break from studying and my mother would have loads of people to talk to when she was drunk at 4 o’clock in the morning.  Read more »

Maria – The Girl Next Door

Maria laughed; and then she gazed with a look of curiosity at the prominent bulge in Simon’s jeans. She picked up the black folder. “Is… it like that?” she asked. There was a nervous tone in her voice now. 

On the page was a picture of a naked man sitting on a stool with a very large endowment standing upright against his belly, the head of his cock obscured his navel. Simon went a little pale. “Well, similar, I guess”, he said.

“You wish!” commented John.

The following image was of the same man with one of the girls on the wall pictures. They were in a very arty looking nude pose, the man lay on his back on the floor with the girl behind him on her side with her head propped on her left elbow. Her right hand rested on the man’s thigh. 

Maria copied the girl and then looked at Simon who now appeared a little unsure about how far he should take this but in the end he pushed off his jeans and boxers and took up the position. Read more »

What Happens in Vegas, Stays In…Mom, No!

My mother had just suffered through a very testy divorce.  Apparently, after twenty-five years of blissful wedlock, daddy decided he didn’t want his wife to be married to a womanizing asshole any longer.  He’s considerate like that.  

            Since then, dear mater had embarked on an intense regimen of Xanax, booze and late night calls (almost exclusively to me).  Hey, I really love my mom but a girl needs her beauty sleep.  

            After a few months of this relentless whining, wining and wallowing, I suggested that we should both forget about our dull, dreary lives and go spend a week in Vegas disgracing the very name of womanhood.  It seemed like the perfect solution.  I’d just turned 21 and was in real need of a break from studying and my mother would have loads of people to talk to when she was drunk at 4 o’clock in the morning.  Read more »

Alone at work

A few months later we are working the weekend alone, and he’s being a lot more aggressive than normal, standing close to me as we talked, blatantly eyeing me up and down, backing me against walls or corners subtly. I was enjoying the attention but I knew it was wrong, he’s a married man. I finally told him I had a lot to do and should get back to my desk, and that’s when he moved in to kiss me. I turned away, and he lost it.

He grabbed me by the hair pulled me over to my desk he called me a tease, he said I was always flirting and trying to get him worked up only to leave him hanging and he was tired of it. He had a tight grip on my hair and was calling me a slut as he dragged me to my desk. I had tears in my eyes from the pain but the moment the word slut left his mouth I felt a pulse between my legs. Was I a slut for flirting with a married man? I definitely enjoyed it. Soon as we got to my desk he cleared it off and shoved me face first against it. I felt the cold top of the desk pressing against my cheek and whimpered. Read more »

Published
Categorized as Erotica