Category: sexystories

SNIFF

You shower at 9am. You do not put on deodorant. You do not put on perfume. This you agreed to.

You go to work. For lunch, you eat a very garlicky pasta. You stop at the gym and run for 40 minutes on the treadmill. You do not shower.

At home, you change your clothes, but keep the same panties on. You do not brush your teeth. This was agreed upon.

At 7pm, you drive to the hotel. When you arrive, you text her that you are here, and that you are ready. She replies with the room number.

The doorman greets you as “Ma’am” and you smile as you pass. You take the stairs, follow the numbers on the fourth floor, knock on room 422.

She opens the door, and you enter. She’s stripped the bed, but for the white fitted sheet and one pillow. All of the lights are on.

She shows you an envelope, places it on the dresser, and positions you standing under the brightest overhead light. Neither of you speak, as was agreed. Read more »

It’s an hour drive to you, but I don’t mind. We started talking because you felt brave enough to message me and honestly, I never even imagine we would get to meet. Weeks of messaging and lusting after eachother has finally come to this, an hour drive to your house at 7 o’clock at night. It’s the huge dick that piqued my interest at first, then after talking , figured out we actually can have a decent conversation that’s not just about sex.

Thirty minutes until I reach your house and you’re sending me pictures of your already hard cock. I try and stay focused on the road, as I don’t know the area, but it’s so difficult. I spent the last few days picking out and outfit, not getting too excited in case you decide to bail. I smell like my favorite perfume, completely shaved, and looking pretty. The pictures, like usual, have me soaking wet before I even reach out. 10 minutes out, you’re messaging me asking me how far away am I. I let you know and tell you I can’t wait to hang out and meet you.
I never do this, I’m married! But things have been really fucked up the last 4 years, and all I want is to have a man want me again and make me cum. I know there’s a chance I could be murdered, kidnapped or worse- you could just reject me. Read more »

I can’t stop thinking about you… How you looked on top of me, how you felt, how you sounded, how you’d slowly thrust into me before softly pulling out, making me whimper and moan beneath you. You’d then thrust yourself back into me just a little harder than before. I couldn’t stop my body from responding to you the way it did. I know my legs had to have been shaking around your hips and my pussy kept tightening around you before softly letting you back in. You made my skin catch fire and all that would leave my lips were whimpers and cries. Some of which got cut off by your mouth, your lips would press against mine and they were so soft and sweet, so urgent yet slow and fluid with mine. It felt like ultimate bliss whenever you’d lean down to kiss me like that, you being so passionate in that way while still fucking me, moaning and grunting, still thrusting to the hilt making me gush on you repeatedly, keeping me in place right where you wanted me with your hand covering my throat. I love it when you choke me, your hand will move to my neck in one swift movement before grasping me, you’ll shift very little of your body weight to my chest, just enough to where there’s pressure and it enhances the effects of you drilling into me. You’ll even grab me tight while you’re inside of me… And you’ll tell me,
“No, look at me.”
My eyes would’ve been rolled back otherwise yet instead I obey you while my insides squeeze around the length of you. I watch you while you fuck me, while your expression changes with every whimper, twitch, and gush that elicits from me. You know I can’t handle hearing your voice while you’re pounding my wet pussy. Every time a sound leaves your lips, regardless of what it was, it instantly makes me wet for you. And there’s not a damn thing I can do about it. I don’t know what it is, or what it could be about you, but I always end up loving every second I can get with you. It’s pleasurably intoxicating.
I still remember how you tied me up and made me beg you to let me cum. At one point I was so lost in the pleasure of you, I was becoming louder and louder as you fucked me. I couldn’t help the urge, the want, to gush all over you as you continued to fuck me. You stopped mid stroke and began pulling out abruptly before saying,
“Mmm… What did I say? I said you have to beg me if you want to cum.”
You immediately thrusted back into me without hesitation, making my pussy clinch around your hard shaft. You deliberately watched me, your face directly above mine, patiently waiting.
“Please let cum… pleeeeeeasee.”
Was all I could say while feeling myself quickly building up an orgasm, almost putting me over the edge.
“Mmmmmmm cum for me Baby, cum all over Daddy’s cock.”

I’m standing in a shitty hallway in a shitty apartment building in a shitty part of town. The bare fluorescent bulb mounted overhead casts an unsettling green glint onto her unit number. The numbers are stickers, peeling off the door. I’ve rung her doorbell and can hear her moving around inside. I think back to what I know of Noelle. It’s not much, I’d just met her yesterday.

I had had an appointment with Maria, my hairstylist. I’d been going to Maria for years, a decade at least, and she’d always done a great job. Not that my basic men’s cut is difficult. But even for something simple, I don’t want it wrong, and I trust Maria.

Maria’s reliable. However, forty-five minutes before our appointment, for the first time ever, Maria called to cancel. “I’m so sorry, Christos, I would never flake on you last minute like this, but it’s a family emergency you know.”

I sighed. “Ok, Maria.” I was holding my phone to my face. “Do you know when you’ll be back? Later today? I have a dinner, I need to look sharp.” Read more »

Mistress walks into the room, the air is silent, all she hears is your shallow breathing. She sees your ass up in the air, waiting for mistress to grace it with her touch. She places her boot firmly down onto the heel of your foot and pulls firmly on your hair, yanking your head back. She hears you whimper, which makes mistress laugh at your pathetic position. As mistress’ boots smack against the floor and she looks down at you on your knees with your head down, she hears you whimper ‘mistress, I’ve been bad’ mistress looks at you with curiosity, squatting down to your level and grabbing your chin, twisting it to the side. ‘how so, slave? Tell me how you’ve disappointed mistress yet again.’ before the slave can answer, with a strike of elegance, mistress pulls out her whip from her thigh high boots and with a sound so powerful enough to shake the room, the whip comes hard down on the slaves ass. With a gasp of shock, the slave whimpers and groans and not giving him time to recover, mistress kicks him in the groin, stepping on his balls and pressing on them tightly.