Category: eroticliterature

Theme parties at the Miami Key Club are always fun affairs. Roman orgy toga parties and key parties are fan favorites, but tonight we were partaking in a time honored costume party from England; a vicars and tarts party, where men dress like priests and women dress like slutty streetwalkers. It’s my first time hosting at this swinger’s club theme party and I wanted to make sure everything was perfect.

The sexy nun costume which came by mail was shorter than I expected. My ass cheeks peeked from beneath the short black, white-collared mini dress. Oh well, I’m committed. I put on the matching habit, tucking my hair underneath before putting on my reading glasses and applying some deep red lipstick to my lips. Thigh high fishnet stockings glided up my legs, which I secured to hanging black garters, before sliding my feet into my ridiculously high heeled black leather pumps. I stood to look at myself in the mirror, turning to look over my shoulder to see the bottom of my ass cheeks striped with black garters. With a smirk on my face, and a wooden ruler in my hand, I left for the party. Read more »

I know that I have told you that size doesn’t matter, honey. But lets be honest, it does. You are absolutely big enough to make me cum on your penis. You already know I wouldn’t fake an orgasm. That’s part of how we got here, me being honest with you about my desires, for a change.

What’s changed though, is honestly seeing the girls in the porn that we have been watching, and more importantly.. the men they are with. I know you know what I’m talking about. You always get much more excited when the man is…sizable, and the women is.. responsive. And we can spot the fake stuff.

What I want is what all of them want. You know a girl is more likely to have fun with a bigger dick, at least, bigger than you. Let me tell you why, but I feel like you already know.
When I rub my hands or feet over your crotch when we are cuddling, or being flirty in public, I have to try a little bit harder to find you. That’s not true with.. anyway. Read more »

Cassandra 1

She flipped her head and blew but the hair was stuck with sweat to her forehead. Straining against the bounds clasping her forearms together behind her in a squishy gel she part mewled at the in-ability to move the hair off her face but more clenched down at the unrelenting, thick phallus rhythmically pounding her soaking, aching, submissive pussy.

She was getting closer to orgasm, the goo knew it and pinched and released her nipples again and again as she pushed backwards against air, ass up high. The sound of endless fucking filling the room and her mind. The arm gell squeezed tighter, encompassing her elbows in the process. She felt swallowed in submission like a warm oversized blanket and closed her eyes, suckling on the fleshlike cockgag and feeling it respond. She hoped she was pleasing it as her need to cum was rising like a tsunami. The pinches switched to suckling and the cock adjusted to a thinner girth but began to pound away, faster and faster. Her eyes rolled back. Her body froze.

“HHHnnnnngggggggggg” she groaned, the massive burst of orgasm filling her senses till they overran every nerve ending. That endless white gulf of nothingness as pure endorphins are released. The warmth spreading across her totally. Read more »

I’ve been slowly pecking away at this story for a while. It’s a recurring fantasy about another Redditor.

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“Let’s get out of here.”

God, I’ve been waiting to hear those words for months. We slip away without saying anything. It’s our company Christmas party, no one’s likely to notice anyway. The office is only a block from the club the company booked for the party, and we damn near sprint back. No one is there, and our lust can finally be unleashed.

All of this had been building slowly. About six months ago, I had relocated across the country to California. It was a huge change for me being a life-long East Coaster. I came here for work and while I had a few friends scattered throughout the state, none actually lived in my city. It wasn’t easy for me. I tend to be shy as a newcomer. The new job was fine. As the company’s research lead, it was my job to keep the various projects on track and on budget. This required quite a bit of travelling between sites. It was during one of my frequent trips that I was introduced to Cassie. Read more »

She held her legs by the back of her knees while I buried my face. I could feel it building in her body: that tension that eventually releases into a quiver of soft moaning. Pushing my mouth deeper, I slowed to longer luxiourious laps of her lips until I could feel her hips respond to the rhythym once again. Once that happens I switch back to the rapid flicks on her clitoris and feel her cum to my mouth again and again. My face was covered in her juices and my dick was hard as a stone.

My girlfriend Sasha and I had been fighting. For a long time. We hadn’t had sex in around three months and it was driving me crazy. She didn’t seem to mind the dry spell and took some pleasure in teasing me lately. We lived together, but she never asked me to sleep on the couch. I’d go to bed and wake up with an erection that I made a pointedly didn’t hide from her, and she would always just glance at it and give me nothing but a smirk. Read more »

Life as a student is hard, ya know? The hours studying, the droning classes, the shitty part time job to pay the exorbitant tuition. Luckily I was at the end. Just a few more weeks of class, a few exams, and I was free, ready to be unleashed on the world. It might not sound spectacular to you, but I was burnt out at the time. Tired, bored with my daily routine, living alone, and generally absent minded.

So it was on that Wednesday afternoon, returning home from work; a co-op placement for school at a nearby marketing firm. Despite the exhaustion from a day in the office, I was keen to continue upholding my new year’s resolution to myself, so I headed down to the building’s gym for a quick bike ride. I wasn’t in bad shape at this point; the six months of intense cardio was toning me up nicely. Still, 45 minutes on the bike was enough for me, and I was keen to get some dinner in my belly. Read more »

Update from New York. About Ashley (previously identified as Auburn Girl). Here’s [Part I](https://www.reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/4e1tfi/the_power_of_curiosity_part_1_lesmast/) from last week in case you missed it.

If you don’t want to read a bored graduate student’s pedantic account of a hot girl at the gym, you probably don’t need to read Part I. Here, I’ll summarize it for you with some added details so this post is more entertaining: I’m a 24-year-old woman studying international development (don’t ask me why) in NYC; I have black hair, which I’m told is pretty but is more of a pain in my ass than I think is really worth it; I’m a 32C; and finally, I love working out, especially now that I’ve discovered Ashley at the gym, who’s officially caused me to question my previously concrete sexual orientation by making me wet with her mere presence. Normally I’d do myself a bit more justice, but those attributes about define me these days. Read more »

**Snapshot**

Darrin Phillips fiddled with the strap of his second-hand, hand-me-down digital camera, wondering what the hell he was doing here at dawn on a Sunday, when any normal person was either getting ready for church or sleeping off last night. He wondered, as he stared out at the empty, abandoned beach-side forest, why the hell he’d let himself get talked into this. He wasn’t a photographer. He wasn’t even an amateur or a hobbyist.

He was an idiot with a camera he barely knew how to use and a handful of pictures his friends had convinced him were decent enough to post online.

“You have an eye, Dare,” Hayato had told him when the man had first proposed the offer. “A way of looking deep into a person and bringing out their essence and beauty. Of seeing what’s beneath the surface.” Then he’d snorted—an odd sound to come out of the prim, proper man. He’d shot Dare a scoffing look before adding, “Plus, you’ve a reputation of handling even the most stubborn subjects.” Read more »

Let me introduce this by saying that I totally, completely forgot that I wrote this. I literally just found it in some cloud storage. The date when I wrote this corresponds with when I was breaking up with my last girlfriend, early May last year. I know for a fact that I was so fucking high, because I had to live with her for a month after I broke up with her. That’s probably why I forgot I wrote it. Apparently I had a whole world planned out. As I read it, I can remember most of what I was getting at.

All of that to say, that I really mean it when I say that ***if you like this, please tell me and I will write more.*** I’ve been practicing writing every day anyway, so it would be fun to jump back into this world if there’s enough interest.

Anyway, the story:

(The people in this story are the same age, FYI.) Read more »