Her shadow cast long across the rows of cobble tiles that lined the hotel courtyard, half of the orange sun already fallen past the hills of the valley. As she walks towards the front doors, I try to turn away, to stop looking at her before she catches my stare. But with each step she takes, I can only focus on the sway her hips make. The movement of her hair was hypnotizing in itself, and I try to think myself a better man than the current one imagining her hair cascading down from her shoulders, her brunette waves pouring as I gaze up from below. I pull away for a moment, but it couldn't have been a second that passed before I didn't care whether or not I was caught staring. She would be gone forever soon, another guest, and what little time I had spent with her was not enough. Especially not after what had happened.
Category: sexystories
Charlotte’s Graduation Party [mf][mast]
I have another story that takes place before this involving some of the same characters. While this story does take place after the other, you do not need to read the first story to understand this one. However, if you'd like to read it, the story will be linked in the comments below.
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My head rested against the wall, a quiet moan escaping my lips.
Charlotte Parks, my best friend since middle school, was throwing a graduation party, mostly for the band kids. Being her best friend and a not-so-bad tuba player, I was obviously invited. Since we were no longer high school students, having walked across the graduation stage just a week before, her parents and younger brother abandoned the house for the night, letting Charlotte have free reign of the place. A few non band kids had been invited, namely Sean, whose last name I didn't know. Sean, who Charlotte introduced me to the day before, saying that we'd make a cute couple. Sean, who was doing a fantastic job with his tongue between my legs.
Molly, Jacob, and Camden 3 [fmf][mf][inc][oral]
The loud happy tune from Camden's phone woke them all with protesting groans. Camden climbed over Jacob to retrieve her phone from the night stand and swiped the screen to answer the call.
Molly listened as Camden confirmed she was fine, that she remembered her promise to help her mother, and that she'd be home in a few minutes. Hiding the disappointment she felt, Molly rolled over to face them both.
"Fuck," Camden said as she sat yawning with her hands straightening her tousled hair. "I wanted to hang out, but I forgot Mom asked me to help her today."
"Want us to come help?" Jacob offered. He rubbed her back with a relaxed familiarity and then yawned in turn.
"No," she sighed. "We're going through some stuff in the attic. There won't be room for more than the two of us up there anyway. It won't take all day, so maybe I can come back this afternoon?" She grinned at the end and reached out to touch them both.
"Good," Jacob said with a relaxed smile. "I'll grill steaks for dinner if you guys want."
The Wind’s Pleasure [MF][group][first time][fantasy] And my first story!
Hey gang, hope you like it! And bonus points for anyone who can ID where the names come from!
Shallan sat on the deck of the Wind’s Pleasure basking in the bright noon day sun, sketching the ship’s crew as they went about their work. The tanned, shirtless sailors broiled around her in seeming chaos to her young, untrained eyes. Her fiery red hair was tied back in a pony’s tail to hold it against the wind and the salt spray coming from the side of the tall ship. Her sketch book rested on her lap, charcoal pencil in her hand. As she watched the sailors go about their work, she couldn’t help her eye being drawn to Yalb. Yalb was a little louder, and more broad in the chest than the other sailors. But what truly fascinated Shallan was the bulge coming from the front of Yalb’s pair of work shorts. Why did his shorts push out so, where the other sailors did not, weren't all men the same down there?
Homecoming [MF] [oral] [inc]
Mike stepped off the bus and took a look around. Not much changes in sleepy southern towns like this. The old diner and attached gas station across from the bus depot still had peeling paint, old men in rockers out front, and the same gaudy neon sign proclaiming, "The Best Southern Fried Chicken in the State." He looked up Main Street and saw the same Civil War memorial with General Robert E. Lee standing proud and tall with one hand on his saber.
"Surprised that thing is still standing," he thought, shouldering his duffel bag and heading away from downtown. "I figured the council would have had it removed by now. Nearly every week there was some new wannabe rattlecan tag or other defacement."
Every block or so he saw someone he recognized but no one seemed to recognize him. That's what happens though when you leave town to join the Air Force and don't come back for six years. He had changed. Riverview never would.
Eros’ Uplifting Spell [MF][exh][voy]
I wrote this in an attempt of roleplay on /r/dirtypenpals, but I wrote so much, it wasn't roleplay anymore, but the redditer suggested finishing the story and posting it here. I start off with her prompt in Italics. I made it a quicky because it's a try-out, but I'd be up for more.
I was foolish to think I could break into the Temple of Eros with nothing happening. It's only thousands of years old, what's the worst that could happen? But I awoke the mischievous wrath of the god of sex, and now he/she torments me. Every week it changes: makes everyone fall in love with me at first sight, turns my office into a brothel, makes me insatiably horny around people I don't even like… sometimes Eros even disguises himself as someone I have a huge crush on and strings me along for months.
Molly, Jacob, and Camden 2 [ff][mf][inc][oral]
Molly heard the garage door open and scanned the room one last time. They had dressed and sprayed air freshener, but the musky scent of sex still seemed too obvious for their father to miss.
"It's fine. We're fine," Jacob assured her. "Just relax. God knows I'm relaxed." The satisfied smile on his face made her chuckle.
He had his feet up on the coffee table with Camden's head in his lap. Molly was sitting with Camden's legs across her lap and was tracing her bare feet with trembling fingers. Camden had lovely feet, with perfectly pink nails. Molly had painted those nails a hundred times over the years, but touching them now created a new kind of flutter in her stomach.
Dad came in through the kitchen. "Hey," he muttered, sounding tense and tired. "I got some bad news. I'm gonna have to fly out tonight to fix a screw up in Atlanta. Jacob, I'm gonna need you to run me to the airport and pick me up again on Sunday afternoon."
"Sure thing, Dad." Jacob's eyes were wide as he glanced between Camden and Molly. He whispered, "You'll wait for me?"
Alec and Brianna (10 of 10) [MF] [Dark] [Smoking] [Coughing] [cuck] [reluc] [prost] [Roleplay]
ALEC
I give Quinn his instructions. He is only too happy to help in my little intrigue. Then I eagerly get back to my observations.
I watch you light one cigarette after another. I love that I have left the hook so deep in you. That night, I order another girl from SmokingHot.
She arrives dolled up to the nines. Dark red lipstick as I specified.
"Ah Ember." I say "Nice to see you."
"Sure" she says.
We make out in front of the observation cam. Then I have her sit and smoke in the same posture I observe you in. She smokes very sexily. 100's in a long black cigarette holder. I jump her when I can hold back no longer, spilling the ashtray.
"Take it Brianna!" I shout.
"Brianna?"
"Shut up" I say as I enter her.
She struggles because she knows I like it that way. They must have quite a file on me at their company. I finally get her pinned down and give it to her good.
Alec and Brianna (9 of 10) [MF] [Dark] [Smoking] [fdom] [prost] [Stalking] [Roleplay]
BRIANNA
In the week that follows, we barely speak to one another. You are hauled up in your study, at the office, or out with associates. I sit at home, dragging incessantly on my tobacco-filled friends. If you were paying any attention to me, my behavior would probably excite you. Several times a day, I emphatically stomp out my cigarette, swearing it will be the last one I ever smoke, only to cave to my cravings two or three hours later. Twice, I throw out my whole carton…forcing myself to drive to the nearest convenience store for more. And, in spite of my efforts to quit, I find myself nearing three full packs a day for the first time. I am miserable, hopeless, helpless, and depressed.
On Saturday, Nancy Thomas calls, and I reluctantly agree to meet her at the mall. Maybe some retail therapy will help me feel better. I chain smoke the entire way there and still need to take a smoke break after just 30 minutes. By the time we have been at the mall three hours, I am already on my fourth trip outside.
Alec and Brianna (8 of 9) [MF] [Dark] [Smoking] [Coughing/Choking] [Imprisonment] [voy] [cuck] [reluc] [prost] [Roleplay]
ALEC
Two hours later I appear with a tray. "Apparently you have frightened our Mrs. Jeong. I will have to bring the food now. I don't think you will have much luck overpowering me."
"Alec, please, I'm begging, what does it take?"
I take a cigarette from a case in my jacket. You lunge for it, but the chain brings you up short.
"Repeat after me 'I am a nicotine jonsing whore.'"
"WHAT??" You begin screaming and throw everything on the tray at me. I calmly return the cigarette to its case and leave you.
The next time I bring a tray, I find you weeping. "Please Alec, don't make me…"
I wait. Finally, you look up "I… I am a nicotine… jonsing whore."
I go on "'Who will do anything and everything necessary for my fix'."
You repeat "Who will do anything and everything necessary for my fix."
I toss you the cigarette and you are greedily puffing it within seconds. The rush is intense. It has never been like this before. It is like a drug.
When it is gone you look are me expectantly.