I still can't forget the first night I saw you on stage at that old local bar that I used to go to. I'd usually find myself sitting there, on my favorite bar stool, after every single shitty day at work to get trashed on each pint of Samuel Adams I could ever afford at the time. There have been countless moments where I'd get so drunk that if anybody dare laid an eye on me, I would gracefully bless them with a bloody nose given the chance, or either return their cold, glazed stare with a cruel sneer slowly creeping across my lips. What can I say? I was a wreck. Everything I've ever known was slowly and gradually slipping away from me with each sip of beer that I boldly took, and I never thought twice about it. So, as I was saying before, putting aside my sob story about why I visit that place…the moment I saw you timidly dragging yourself across the stage to the microphone, fumbling awkwardly with your guitar strap, I thought that you'd be too shy for the spotlight. Then, you opened your mouth, and I just knew from that moment on, that there was this beautiful voice matching your irresistible features.
Category: sexystories
Find Our Groove in the Big Easy [Bi, MMF, exh, swing, hotwife, light cuck]
The overall story is fiction, but most of the details come from real life experiences. I hope you enjoy, comments, suggestions and corrections are always welcome either here or as a PM
As is often the case, it started with a kiss. I was standing at the nearly empty hotel bar, a bottle of Abita in hand, enjoying the air conditioning as it dried off the sweat of a sweltering June day spent walking the French Quarter of New Orleans. My gaze drifted from the sportswriters bantering on the TV above the bar, and I saw Laurel walking across the lobby. She’d gone up to our room to change, telling me that the heat was just too much. She just had to get out of the short sleeved top and shorts she was wearing and into something even less restricting.
In her mid thirties, my wife of twelve years still had the power to catch my eye and quicken my heart, even after two kids and all the trials and tribulations that a life lived together has to offer. Her new attire – a strapless summer sun dress that highlighted her hard-won body in all the right ways – just accentuated my desire. I felt my groin swell a bit as I took in the view, from her high heeled pumps all the way to her sparkling, mischievous brown eyes, framed by a face flushed a bit red from too much sun (or so I assumed) and her short, pixie cut brown hair.
Emmy’s games (Part 1) [Msub, Fdom, anal, mast]
This is a continuation on from the 'A Surprise Ass-Fucking in Panties' series but the start of a new series in its own right.
Previous series here: A Surprise Ass-Fucking in Panties A Surprise Ass-Fucking in Panties part 2 A Surprise Ass-Fucking in Panties part 3
“Put my panties on,” says the text message from Emmy.
It is 9:30am and I have just woken up. I look across to the bedside table and see Emmy’s panties sitting there all dried out from last night's shenanigans. I lean over and pick them up, and can’t resist the urge to hold them to my face momentarily and savour their aroma. I do as the text message asked and put on Emmy's cotton panties. They are not what I usually wear, not quite as slutty, but the fact they are hers has me rock hard the instant my cock touches them.
“They are on,” I text back to Emmy.
Immediately I get a text message back. “Good, my little panty slut. Now before you get dressed, go and put a condom on your cock.”
I’ll never forget (FF)
I'm never going to stop thinking about you am I? The curvature of your breasts. The firmness of your stomach. That look on your face right after I break apart from kissing you. I've always loved how you taste. From lips to lips I want to taste you all over again. I still remember the first time. I took you by the hand up your staircase and laid you down on your bed. That was the only time I knew before hand that I was going to take you. I had teased you all day... Whispering in your ear, sending you naughty texts while you were in the other room, grabbing you when no one was looking. And now I could finally take what was mine. You. You looked so beautiful strayed out on the bed. Your hair crazy and flowing over the sheets. Bits of clothing trailing all the way to the front door. All you were wearing now were those cute little lace panties I bought you last week. I climbed onto the bed on all fours… Placing my face right above yours. I'll never forget how you brushed the hair out of my face. That sweet look on your face before I kissed you with as much passion as I could conjure.
The First Time I Met My Future Wife [ffm, fiction, str8, bi, some reluc, oral, voy, mast]
This is what went through my mind the first time I met my wife. It's entirely fictional, just my fantasy, except me walking in in my bath towel with my then girlfriend and her friend, my actual future wife. I've been some version of a fapstronaut for about a year and a half, but will sometimes, well fap, thinking about my wife. This is one of those fantasies I have, and thought why not write it down this time. For whatever reason, the whole thing is generic third person pronouns, he/she/her, etc. I dunno why. Also I made up a couple words. Not sure you needed to know that either. Anyway, hope you like it and without further, uh, ado(sc?)…
Edit: So tabulations don't work in Reddit.
Edit: Actually they do, it means turn the text into some kind of typewriter text. I really don't understand Reddit's CSS coding crap at all… wah.
Edit: I'm not convinced that's readable Reddit. wtf. Excuse me while I now inject extra spacing everywhere.
Edit: Let me get this straight Reddit. One actual space = no space. Two spaces = one actual space. Three spaces = two spaces. … I give up. I'm not editing this any more. For better or worse:
This is the way….[M/F] [Oral]
“Is this how everything ends?” Sofie lamented. “Not with a bang, but with a whimper?” Her hazel eyes shimmered as she pleaded with Paul. He was beginning to question his resolve with each passing moment.
“Shouldn’t we end it with a bang?”
Before he knew it, her sweetly scented lips were pressed hard against his own, Sofie’s nimble, strong fingers quickly working on the silver buckle of his belt.
“One more time, for old time’s sake?” She purred into the warm hollow of his neck. He could feel the silk of her hair against his chin as the words sent shivers down his spine. Was this what he wanted? Of course it was, right? A bang and not a whimper?
A whimper was all that was able to escape his lips as Sofie nipped his hardened shoulder, licking his wound as she moved down his shoulder. He reached to stop her but instead of discouragement his press against her waist encouraged her on.
“Wait…Sofie. This isn’t what I want.”
“Oh? What is it that you want handsome? Me? On my knees while I take your hard cock into mouth?”
Provocative Pictures, Sexy Shorts, Captions Coronated: [MF]/[MMF]/[Oral]/[Mast] Maid to Serve!
Hello folks, as part of a personal writing project, I've decided to start writing 1 short story a day of the naughty nature. These are generally inspired by a GIF, but I don't have any real formula for this process. I'll post today's here; Maid to Serve. I figured a sub like this would appreciate this effort and if you'd like to read the rest/keep up(Or maybe you'd just like a GIF too!), my blog will be key: http://phallictentacle.tumblr.com/
Without any more holdup:
It was a great idea to finally get a maid – Sindra was polite, efficient, listened to directions, didn’t steal, made little noise and commotion, and was nice to look at, to boot. Actually, funny story, my wife initially thought suspicious of her and the company we came from. I almost had to fire her! Sure her outfit was a little….risque, but who am I to judge a young woman who chooses to dress that way(or maybe her company has her dress like that?). I am a faithful husband, though I can’t deny she is attractive, me and my wife’s sex life is great. And when my wife is out of town, my sex life is great with my mistresses. But back to the matter at hand: I admit I wasn’t on the most reputable of sites when I found this….”maid” agency, but their prices were great and I swear I saw it said they could clean on the ad!
Even More MILF Fun [mFFF, anal, oral, mast]
“What the fuck were you doing in there?” My mom was screaming at me.
“Nothing, I swear to God.”
“That's bullshit and you know it. I could smell the pot and I saw John coming out of there. Janet is going to be pissed that you had friends over there. You know how she is,” my mom yelled at me. When she finished her sentence though, I was absolutely relieved. Sure it sucked about her finding out that I was smoking pot, but she didn't find out about our sex-filled afternoon.
“I'm going to call Janet and let her know,” my mom said, now somewhat calm.
“No, you don't have to do that. I'll tell her.” somehow I had convinced her not to call Janet. Aside from being grounded, I had managed to avoid a sure disaster.
“Alright Mikey, but you have to deal with the consequences. You're going to have to do whatever she says,” my mom said.
“That won't be a problem mom,” I answered.
A few days later, Janet came home and my mom forced me to go next door and apologize. Luckily, she was home alone, because even though Janet was cool with what happened, I'm sure her husband wouldn't have been. I knocked on the door and she answered.
The Playroom [FMF], [swing]
I walk into the club. They know me by now, and they know my routine. Drop my things off in a locker, drop my bottle at the bar. Chat with the bartender a bit while she pours my drink, then head to the top floor. I'm so nervous that I feel like everyone must see. After all, tonight's just a bit different. Tonight I'm trying something I've only dreamed about.
I make my way up the stairs, sipping the whiskey with one hand, lifting the edge of my robe with the other, trying to project confidence and surety. Some part of me realizes that I'm probably smiling too much, and I try to calm my nerves. The shadows of the top floor seem to pour onto the landing along with the sounds – music and a distant moaning.
Turning the corner, I notice a couple sitting on one of the couches, tentatively touching each other and shooting glances towards the back. First night, I think. It was hard for me to move past the lounge at first. The playroom is … intense. But maybe I can get them to join me. I'm right on time and it would fit my plan nicely.
Shoe Store [m][F][Fdom][huml]
The Mall was always dead late on Saturday nights. The last few customers normally rolled into the shoe store about eight o'clock. After that came the longest hour of the day. The last hour before the store closed, when the clock seemed to tick at half speed and time almost stood still.
At about a quarter till nine, a woman strolled into the store. She was a tall brunette dressed in a short black mini-dress and matching high heels. Her dress was just long enough to avoid scandal, while managing to turn heads as she wisped about.
Brandon, the salesman, was struck when he first saw her. She had a fresh face, long silky hair, and glossy red lips. Her eyes were large and green and were outlined in thick liner.
She had a thin but athletic build. Her breasts were not large but ample, and her legs were long and slender. Her body was well toned probably from regular exercise. It was apparent that this girl took good care of herself, in every way. Her bare arms and thighs were tight and lean; the soft muscles of her legs shined with a bronze tan and disappeared into her short dress.