Category: sexystories

On being a promiscuous single mother [F]

I immigrated to America as a pregnant teenager. I went on to pursue higher education all while raising a child by myself. I received my doctorate and am on track to becoming a tenured professor before I turn forty.

I’ve always had quite the appetite for sex. It’s also very important for me to ratify my partners before I engage with them since I do not have time for relationships. I’ve always been open about this and do not invite them back if they catch feelings. I’ve had a similar arrangement ever since I was a research assistant in my undergraduate program. Being an attractive individual in academia, it’s quite easy to find likeminded individuals. Maybe I’m spoiled in that regards.

I don’t always look back at my life with rose colored glasses but I’m very content to be where I am today.

The International wrestling Championships! [Volume 3,] {France Vs. Italy}

“And Fighting under the beautiful French Flag. It’s the one! The only! French Cat! Isabeau! Anson!” The announcer boomed out.

A familiar crowd cheered Isabeau on as she walked out into the ring. Dressed scantily in her two piece string underwear. Colors in the French Flag. Her body was on display for all to see. Her tits barely covered by the bikini. The crowd loved it though. Isabeau’s Auburn hair flowed gorgeously down her shoulders. The French crowd erupted into hoots and hollers over their beautiful French doll. Isabeau showed off her petite frame. And mature body. Walking into the ring. More akin to a cheerleader, than a wrestler.

“And fighting for the Italian nation! Give it up for the beautiful! The unmatched! Miss Italy, Woman of the year! Nicolette Bianchi!”

Nicolette Strutted into the ring. She was wearing a traditional Italian flag bikini. Well made for her curves, it clung to her tan skin. And supple breasts. Nicolette glided into the ring with style. Gracious. Elegant. And polite.

You’d never know she was a wrestler. After all. She never had any formal training. Her agent sold the idea as a huge, simple payday. Walk into the ring. Push your breasts on a French woman. Kiss a little. And reap the major cash award. Nicolette loved the idea. Read more »

The Princesses in the Tower – Chapter 4, Part 4 – Jenine [Maledom] [Male supremacy] [Humiliation] [BDSM] [Uncomfortable territory] [Plot heavy]

**Jenine**

It doesn´t matter where I am and when I am.

Varying degrees of imprisonment are just lines in the sand. It did not change a thing to Emily Davison when she was jailed. She knew that all women lived in prison whether they saw it or not.

I would expect nothing less from the rabble when I wake up and they seat me on that motorized chair that sends stinging to my bare ass every once in a while. It´s also totally their style when they painfully bend my back to lock my head and hands in the pillory on the plinth and a little peg on the string to pull my tongue.

Male wardens are the most dutiful with the last beautification – twisting and cuffing my legs on the chair so that womanhood between is properly unfurled.

There´s the reason why my cell has no open door during the day. I can be a spectacle, albeit a passive one, untouched in a violating way. My speech being disabled, I couldn´t react to the repetitive derision and bawdy accolades. I wandered in myself, the pains trivial to the steadfast wildcat. The catering is nothing short of groundbreaking. Every Hilton should offer a tube to the nose. Read more »

Hornwood Academy: The Detention

I got detention, it wasn’t too bad. Just a Saturday cleaning the storage of my school. Hornwood academy was a private school that had been around for several years, so they’re storage was old and dusty. That wouldn’t be as bad if I wasn’t also serving with Hanna, she was a cheerleader and hot as hell. Her tight body supported athletic curves a round ass and thick thighs. We were working in the basement together.

“Hey eyes to yourself nerd!” She scolded after looking up to catch me admiring her

I diverted my eyes and tried to keep my thoughts clean, a task I was ginding harder as the hours ticked by. We’d only been down here and hour and I was becoming increasingly aware of the fact she was wearing her cheerleading uniform for some reason. The skirt just barely covered her plump ass, and everytime she bent over I could catch a brief glimpse of her asscheeks and the pink Lacey thing she was wearing. Read more »

Wife is flashing construction crew behind my back!

This is a followup to my original post… search for:

**Entire construction crew sees my wife naked & exposed!**

The TDLR above is that our highrise apartment bathroom/shower has floor to ceiling windows. Wife is standing naked for 5+ minutes in front of them as she puts lotion on, brushes teeth, etc. after a shower. The construction crew on the building next to us stops what they are doing to take her all in.

**PART 2**

If you read PART 1, then you know that I haven’t been entirely sure if my wife is putting on this show for the construction crew on purpose. She used to close the shades in the bathroom. I’ve been doing little tests (such as leaving the bathroom light on so it draws attention to her), and she doesn’t turn it off like she used to.

After what happened yesterday and today, I’m convinced that my wife is doing this on purpose “behind my back”… she thinks that I don’t know!

Here is the evidence I am working with, you decide and let me know what you think! Read more »

A Moonlight Tryst [MF] [Werewolf] [Fantasy] [Str8] [bst]

Is it cliché? Perhaps. Is it hot? I certainly hope so. As always, I’d love to hear your comments and feedback. More stories on my profile.

Tags: >!Werewolf, witch, fantasy, reluctant->con!<

Enjoy!

Old Angie had been a fixture, if not a resident, of the little village for as long as anyone could remember. Others might have used accusations of witchcraft as a way to ostracize an already isolated old woman, but in Angie’s case, the truth of it was no secret. The townsfolk had all learned soon enough that it was in their best interest to give the old crone a respectful nod if their paths crossed. They left bread, cheese, and other small gifts on her doorstep if they were feeling generous, or had a particular need to be in her good graces. If livestock or children in the village fell ill, Old Angie was often the they would seek for aid. She was, more often than not, glad to assist with a poultice, curious drink, or a muttered spell that seemed to cure them right up. Read more »

Me And My Sister’s Bridesmaid (30)

Well, I stood up at my sister’s wedding as one of the groomsmen , my counter part for the wedding was my sister’s bestfriend . She knew me since I was 10 years old. 10 later I was her partner. We walked arm in arm to the wedding ceremony. You know the whole deal with the bridesmaid one side and the groomsmen on the other.
After the wedding we drove to the hall for the reception. We talked about my sister and how pretty she looked. Brita told me I was looking very handsome and I told Brita she looked beautiful. She smiled at me and was blushing.

During the dinner she had disappeared and we were about to start the bridal party dance. She was outside with a few friends smoking a joint. She asked me if I wanted to take a hit. It was my first time smoking a joint. I was buzzed and I told her they bridal party dance was beginning. The D.J called our names to join the group on the dance floor. As we danced i stayed a distance away from her. Read more »

Written for my wife: MF in a swinger club

We’re in a swinger club, kissing each other. A few people sat near us, men and women, proposing to join, but each time we replied kindly that we wanted to be just the two of us.

To avoid this again, I raise up and take you by the hand. You follow me through various corridors and play rooms, full of people having sex. I guide you to a small empty room, the door is open, I ask you to enter. You step in, I’m right behind you, and I close the door after us. It has a lock inside, so nobody can enter in the room now.

A large white bed is placed in the middle, it occupies almost all the room. I remove my clothes, and smile at you while you’re removing your dress. Underneath you have this black stripe lingerie set that is so sexy, I ask you to keep it of course, you look amazing.

I go on the bed, and ask you to suck me, I want your mouth so bad. I lay down, and you come next to me, your hand grips my cock, I’m hard as rock. I touch your hair while you take me in your mouth, this is heaven. Read more »

The Wedding (and I’m not the bride) [fm]

Years ago at an older cousin’s wedding I met a boy. I was 16, he was 17… Talk about instant fireworks… But I’ll get into that in a moment.

I live on the other side of the country from my family, not by choice, I’m the only one born and raised outside of the East Coast… But we keep in contact, and my cousin was finally getting married. One anxiety riddled plane ride later and I’m… Cold? Why is it so cold where my family lives? Must be that ominous grudge half of them have against my mom…

My mom and I are staying with my aunt, nothing special though I will admit I made full use of their detachable shower head, yeah Auntie I know exactly why you bought that devilish hard spraying nozzle (thank you, it felt wonderful!).

The day comes. I’m dressed better than I ever have been in my life, thanks other older cousin, with your fancy rich clothes you let me borrow to not look like a ‘dirty tramp’. We get a nice limousine ride to the place, I’m like, a tramp, so I don’t know what the building is even called but it’s massive. The first part goes on and on, go in, get seated, get tricked into drinking moonshine coffee by my weird creepy uncle who was impressed by how I downed it without a single cough (kudos to him though I didn’t even taste any alcohol), even my aunt looked at me funny. Read more »

Wet Pussy Problems [F] [Rant]

Some people have problems, serious problems, typical problems, sexy problems… My problem is I’m always wet.

You’re probably thinking, that’s great though! Yeah yeah, not every girl is a well oiled flesh toy 24/7 but it has its downsides.

Guys, have you ever had that sudden hard on at the worst time? Yeah you know, like in the middle of class right before it ends or at work when that one regular girl walks in who always wears the short dresses and no underwear and always grabs something on the lowest shelf? (Sorry, not sorry lol)

Well, there’s problems for girls when they are, just, always, fucking, WET.

You know how you can ‘adjust’ when things start riding up or get moved around? I can’t do that, when my panties decide to tightly hug right all up between *everything* I can’t adjust that. I can’t just dig in and fix it, cause even if I do, 5 minutes later, I’m getting a tight hug right between my two holes again…

And the chafing, my lips get raw… And that sticky feeling clinging to my clit, like ahhh stop you’re just making it worse! Read more »