SpoilYouRotten69, Author at NSFW story

Rough, Anonymous, Hotel Fuck [MF]

This is for my favourite redditor:
We won’t bother with introductions, stories of how they met and how they ended up here in a softly lit hotel room in an anonymous city. All you need to know is that we find this pair, these strangers, inter alia – in the middle of things. He is tall, dark and the personification of the word power. She is his opposite, petite, fair and all things soft.

She had expected His kisses to be hard, clamping against Her lips. But here She was, gasping as His lips waltzed over her neck. His hands, rugged from some form of unknown labour, were not as delicate. He was pressing Himself against Her, grasping at Her hips, pushing through the leg slit in Her dress and groping Her round, plump ass. Grunts of approval interspersed the sounds of His mouth exploring Her silky pale skin.

Her role, a plaything, established, She counters by gliding Her hands over His torso, enjoying the feel of the cool cotton shirt. She notices the heady scent of his aftershave as She returns His kisses. Bergamot, cedar and lemonbalm mixed with sweat and lust. Feeling bold, Her hands snake down to His crotch. She cannot help but notice the bulging stiffness hidden under His woolen suit trousers. Her fingers flit over his erection as He, nearly imperceptivity, thrusts Himself into her palm. Read more »

Museum Meet-Cute Turns to Rough Fucking [MF]

We met on a dazzling spring day. The kind of day where every square inch of green space had been occupied by Londoners, starved of sunshine after a long drab winter.

I had taken the day off studying to waltz around the British Museum. As I queued for a coffee, I admired the dappled sunlight which bloomed through the great hall’s ceiling, illuminating and highlighting the beauty found in ancient marble.

The serenity of the moment was shattered by a bundle of kinetic energy slamming into the back of me. Turning round, I saw a panicked and bedraggled woman. Classic tourists, I muttered to myself, before I felt a warm wet sensation seeping through my shirt. She’s bloody well spilt her coffee on me. Fucking tourists.

But my feelings swiftly changed when the aforementioned bundle began to compose herself. Raven-dark shoulder length hair, tousled from travel. Soft, sunwarmed skin, tanned a tawny bronze. A tartan pattern skirt tried, but failed, to hide the sumptuous curves of her hips. A skin tight, long sleeved black top betrayed the lack of a bra, and erect nipples poked through her top, perched (I imagined) on two pert, perfect breasts. Read more »

A Summers Play Flight [MF]

This was written for a very special redditor – I hope she enjoys it.

It was a perfect summer’s night in London. The clear sky dappled with a few bright stars as blinking planes soared above the city. The air warm yet regularly refreshed by a stiff breeze which rolled down the Thames. Skyscrapers and terraces lit up in permanent festival as the hubbub of carefree partyers roiled from street to street.

We had the perfect date, albeit it hadn’t gone quite as planned. I ended up cancelling our dinner reservation as the cocktail bar we had started in turned out to be so much fun. Espresso martinis and inter-office gossiping for an amuse bouche. Mojitos and light flirting for starters. Negronis and shared loves of travel, reading and theatre for mains. A brief interlude of hand holding and playing with your hair. Martinis, lust and desire for pudding.

We always knew it was going to end up this way. Our mutual attraction was apparent from the moment we locked eyes across a printer – you were wearing that tartan skirt and tight white shirt. I was in my best suit, my hair tussled with the stress of that day’s clients. Read more »

[MF] Ice Cold Pussy: Sex In The Snow

This particular adventure takes place in the hinterlands of Finland. I know what you’re thinking, hardly the sexiest setting for a story, but hear me out. I was on holiday with my then girlfriend, Ella. Ella was half Swedish, half English and 100% stunning. We had visited her folks, who lived in the Swedish bit of the Artic Circle and drive east to Finland to see the northern lights.

So, there we were in a cabin, which was amongst a little collection of other cabins with a shared sauna, but there was not much else there save for a strip of road, a petrol station and an alcohol shop. Ella and I whittled away the hours by drinking cheap vodka and eating oven pizzas smothered with mayonnaise. These Scandi/Nords are crazy.

It was also the first year of our relationship, so we were still in the honeymoon phase and constantly pressed against each other, hands grasping, tongues flailing and erogenous zones…erogenousing.

Let me bring Ella to mind: Read more »

SHH! Hold The Moan In The Library! [MF]

This is a story about Nat, a good friend of mine from university who has featured in some of my earlier erotic adventures.

Nat was from Eastern Europe, where they build their women as goddesses. In primeval times, Nat would have been worshipped as some sort of sporting deity, small, powerful and oozing sensuality. She may have had a slight frame, but she had the most incredible ass I have ever known, sculpted by years of hockey, skiing and squatting on my cock from time to time.

The only problem with Nat was that she had been sent by the Devil himself to lead me down a wayward, hedonistic path. A siren dressed in fishnets, as I called her, and I was more than happy to hear her song and fall into her embrace. We were FWB more than dating, but we cared deeply for each other.

Nat and I attended a rather prestigious university in the UK, and, as such, it boasted an impressive library. For the lazy amongst you, imagine the library from Harry Potter. For those who want a bit more detail, imagine being an 18th century library designer who has suddenly found himself with too much dark oak. Creaking oak floors, chipped oak desks and colossal oak shelves. On occasion, I joked that it was like studying inside the HMS victory, weevils et al. Read more »

Sexy Skinny Dipping with A Friend’s Girlfriend [MF]

Don’t you feel that sunny days in lockdown have you pining for the outside again? For the days where we could roam free and be naked *outdoors* as well as indoors? If you do, then hopefully this story is for you.

I should add a slight disclaimer on in that there is cheating in this story, so if that’s not your thing, then move along pal.

It was setting itself up to be a gloriously long summer. My friends and I had just finished exams and, to celebrate, I was hosting 10 of us at my family’s holiday home in the South West of the UK (A grockle, I know). For those of you unfamiliar with Cornwall, it’s a beautiful county with rolling green farms in the interior, epic stretches of golden beaches and huge, powerful surf. I make no comment on the locals. May had rolled into June and the days were long and filled with warmth and excitement. Read more »

“I’m not wearing any underwear” she told me [MF]

I was reminiscing about a uni/college hookup earlier today and thought I would share it with you horny people!

The story starts at a university (that’s college to our American readers) house party. The host was well known for his raucous parties, with rooms dedicated to soft drugs, hard drugs, drinking games and chillout spots. I knew the host well and lived a couple of streets away.

I’d been at the party for a good few hours, making a fool of myself at the beer pong table and later conducting a loud and boisterous game of kings cup. I’d retired to one of the chillout rooms and was sitting on a sofa when N walked in and waved at me.

I’d known N for a few years – we were both on the ski racing team and had played hockey together. As you can imagine, N had an incredible body. About 5ft 5, mousy brown hair and a slim but powerful frame. Her smile lit up the room and her nose wrinkled when she was playing angry. Read more »