Category: sexystories

I know I’(M) not the best man but I wanna make you(F) feel like I am for the night

(Just a fun little story I thought of while listening to some songs)

It’s been years and you and I have stopped our once intimate touch. I grab your thigh and you pull away, I kiss your neck and you tell me to stop. I start to worry you don’t love me like you used to but we both still smile and tell each other we love each other, every night. I can’t help but feel neglected and tossed aside even though you hug me and tell me you love me. I confess how badly I need you and you tell me that you haven’t felt quite up to it and as my eyes begin to wander, the women I see don’t seem to fill me with the wonder in my heart like you do.

I remember when we first got together and you and I both wanted.

No.

Needed each other badly.

You’d pretend to be unaware as I’d creep up to you, flipping you onto your back as you playfully pushed me off but I’d push down and pull your shirt off, sometimes ripping it but you’d laugh then go back to telling me we shouldn’t but I looked you over lustfully and as I gazed into your eyes said Read more »

Oedipus Milf Club Chapter 01 – Sandy’s Awakening

[Sandy had enough of her wayward husband, David. One day when the coast was clear, she escaped with her handsome son, Eric. She had a chance for a fresh start with a new job in a town called Sandalwood. No one would find them there.
But Sandy didn’t expect her needs to awaken inside her. She been neglected for so long, and being with her sexy son didn’t help matters much…]

A fresh start. That was what this was all about.

Mom and I, we upped and left my deadbeat of a father and relocated halfway across the country. And now we ended up in an apartment complex.

Mom told me that the place wasn’t cheap to rent, but considering that we made do with so little already- by leaving Dad and his gambling problems behind, Mom had enough for us to get by. It was an act of kindness, really.

No matter how much she begged him to change his ways, it fell on deaf ears.

Mom worked as a bank clerk, and a promotion opened up at another branch. She jumped at the chance and the hardest part for her was coming to me with the plan. Read more »

It Was a Long, Hot Weekend [M/F]

Chapter II

As I got ready the following morning, the anticipation of another hot day with you was causing butterflies, excitement, and sexual fantasies. My overactive brain was spinning up questions for you. Did you get home to whoever may be there? Did you feel guilty and come clean? Would you even be there today? What in the hell happened yesterday? Fantasies and questions swirl in my head over my bowl of cereal. I threw on a different pair of board shorts. I did choose a looser pair because, eh, you never know. I grabbed an old t-shirt, flip-flops, and my keys and headed out.

Pulling into the parking area, I convinced myself there was no way you would show. Why would you not even look at me in the light of day? You must be embarrassed by your behavior. Are you thinking of your current man if you have one, or are you humiliated at having allowed yourself to fuck a guy your friends would turn their nose up at? Keep up those appearances, rich girl. I get pretty annoyed with you because of my fake conversations and hope you don’t show. Read more »

It Was a Long, Hot Weekend [M/F]

Chapter I

You were one of the “Hot Girls” in that private Catholic School, and I was the new “scholarship” (i.e., Poor) kid in class. The established click you were a part of was not very welcoming. Despite their arrogant attitudes, you always treated me with nothing but respect when chatting or working on projects. From that first day to our last, you had my attention. Even at the young age we first met, I knew you would be a man-eater. You had all the attention of all the dumb boys through Jr and High school, including me. You grew more beautiful by the day, and you knew it, too.

Dark-skinned from your days at the beaches in the tiniest bikinis. Dark, wavy, black hair with sun-bleached highlights. I got to know your body well but only from a distance. Seeing you pass me all summer long at the beach, I learned where all your tan lines were under your uniform’s code-breaking, limit-pushing, extra short plaid skirt. I memorized most of your freckles, moles, and that little sun-bleached patch of peach fuzz at the small of your back. Read more »

WFH fun [mf] [cheating]

“Mary are you ok?” Mr. Baumgartner asks over zoom.

“Y-yes of course. I just suppressed a cough is all, I’m fine.” Mary replied doing her best to look professional.

Of course Mary was on a zoom meeting for work with all the other heads of departments in her work. She had on a nice professional looking shirt, a black over shirt with a scoop neck and a white undershirt. Her short blond hair was in place and her elbows were on the desk steadying her. She wasn’t wearing anything below the waist though, because Jack was kneeling below the desk. His hands firmly placed on the tops of her thighs, his mouth squarely pressed against her pussy. Quietly licking away.

Jack had been dreaming of this very scenario for months and finally this was his chance. The meeting wasn’t planned but it was a perfect opportunity to make everything even hotter. To make matters even better Mary’s husband was just upstairs in his office. He wouldn’t bother Mary for at least another 2 hours as long as they stayed quiet because he knew she often had meetings and even if she didn’t she needed to concentrate so she was able to sneak Jack in the sliding glass door that attached to her office. Read more »

She’s “hooked” [MF][Non-fiction]

So a bit of backstory: about a month ago my partner and I decided to see what it would be like to try out a “part-time” bdsm relationship. She filled out a questionnaire, telling me what she was, and definitely was not, into. I wrote up a little contract and we’ve  done a “scene” once each week. It’s been alot of fun for both of us. Anyway, last night was one of these scenes. Pretty much everything happened just as it was written, with a couple minor interruptions that were left out for the reader’s sake.

To begin a scene she has a short routine that she does before it starts -takes a quick shower, undresses and if I have anything I want her to wear, I put it at the end of the bed. Normally I don’t leave anything for her, but last night I set out a pair of fishnet stockings, the kind with the big holes in them. After she got them on, she sat at the end of the bed and gave me my cue: “I’m ready for you, Sir.” Read more »

Sex During the Super Bowl

I am white, slim, but fit build, 5’ 5”, 51 years old, with shoulder length brown hair. I was wearing a blue checkered button up blouse with a black skirt. I had been at a family event during the day. When it was over, I went to see Chris (a man I was dating) at his place to watch the Super Bowl. Chris is a tall white man in his late 30s. He was wearing a sweatshirt with casual pants.

We watched the first half of the game. We didn’t do much sexually during the first half besides a few kisses during commercials. Both of us were getting horny. At halftime, Chris got on his knees. He began rubbing my legs and gradually moved his hands up my thigh. He lifted up my skirt, removed my panties and rubbed my trimmed pussy. I was getting wetter as he was rubbing it.

Chris began licking my pussy and found my clit. He moved his tongue in circles around the outer edges of my clit. Chris briefly stopped and said “Your pussy tastes and smells good.” I said “Thanks.” He resumed giving me oral sex. Licking and slightly sucking the center of my clit. I repeated “Oh my God…feels so good” multiple times while I was cumming. I couldn’t concentrate on watching the Super Bowl halftime show. Read more »

My(F) First Time With a Black Man

When I divorced my ex-husband in my early 40s, I was looking for some casual fun. My physical description was neck length brown hair, slim but fit build, 5’ 5”, and white. I did some volunteer work at a community center on weekends. Which included a soup kitchen that served the less fortunate along with various other activities and programs.

There was a younger black man named “Mark” who was also a volunteer at the same community center. He was in late 20s with a muscular / athletic build. He was also single. I had been attracted to black men. But never had any type of sexual relationship with them. One Saturday afternoon, Mark and I were at the community center. Mark was wearing a short sleeved shirt with jeans. I was wearing a blue checkered button up blouse with jeans. Mark looked handsome as his outfit revealed his muscles. Read more »

I(F) Gave My Younger Co-Worker a BJ

I was in early 40s and divorced. I was casually dating someone. But no serious commitments at the time. My physical description was neck length brown hair, slim but fit build, 5’ 5”, and white. I was away on a business trip with a young white man named Tony. He was in mid 20s, tall, thin, and had joined my company a few years ago he had graduated from college. He was good looking. But was initially reserved when I first met him. Tony gradually became more outgoing as we got to know each other better.

One day during the business trip, I believe I had been wearing a white and black striped button up blouse with a black skirt suit. He was wearing a shirt and tie with slacks. We had attended a conference during the afternoon. We later had dinner with some of the other people that attended the same conference. After dinner, Tony and I were hanging out in his hotel room. I had removed my suit jacket and he took off his tie. We had a couple of beers that we had bought earlier at a nearby convenience store and kept in the hotel room refrigerator. Read more »

I [27F]went down on an elderly lady [70F?]that I grew up going to church with.

So yes, the story is as crazy as the title sounds. This is how it happened. Like any good town, mine has a lesbian bar. I often hit it up. Probably at least 3 times a week. I meet lots of great gals and get lots of good dates and sexy out of it. Never have really seen anyone there that has surprised me – until the other day. I walked it and was scanning the room until my eyes saw an elderly lady I thought I knew as a kid. I stared for a minute and took out my phone to look to see if I was right. I went to her Facebook and sure enough that was definitely her.

She was sitting all alone and looked a little bit uncomfortable. Growing up I knew she was definitely not gay. She was very conservative and had a husband then. I finished the rest of my drink and decided it was time to go say hey to make her feel welcome. I made my way over and said “hi Ms. Louise!” She look startled and then saw it was me. She smiled and hugged me and told me I looked very different. We caught up on life and she ended up telling me that she was a very late bloomer and that’s why she divorced. I told her I was proud of her and excited for her. She said she was surprised I turned out this way as well. I told her I couldn’t be more glad that I did. Read more »