Category: sexystories

The gladiator gets his prize… or two. [Ancient Rome] [MFF] [Oral] [hint of impreg] [teasing]

*Splat.*

Advorix plunged the sword into the chest of his opponent, right at the heart. The other man, a rough looking fighter from Carthage, stared at him with eyes of blank defeat, finally admitting defeat as he went down and closed his eyes, the blood pouring out under him into the hot sand.

The crowds in the amphitheater roared with delight.

Now twenty six, Advorix hadn’t asked for the life of a gladiator. But he’d survived everything else thrown at him and he felt as if he could follow this life for as long as he could now. Born to a pair of farmers in Gaul, his family had been dirt poor for several generations now. Advorix had grown into a strong and healthy young man, and when he came of age he cast his luck with the recruitment offer of a traveling gladiator school owner. He would’ve joined the Roman army, but the legions were for citizens only and the auxiliary units didn’t appeal that greatly to him. The Romans expected their solders in service for over a decade and then some. Read more »

Tired and Tied [MF / first person / asleep / rope]

Slowly, my eyes drift open. 

I inhale deeply, stretching and getting up. A quick trip to the bathroom.

Walking back into the bedroom, I glance at the alarm clock on my beside table. 1:37 am. 

My eyes fall on the beauty in my bed. How lucky I am to be with such a beautiful woman. The night has already blessed me with your embrace, and you fell asleep straight afterwards. Your laying on your stomach, holding onto your pillow. The moonlight shines through a sliver in the curtains. Your body almost glows in the ambient light, accentuating your curves. Just thinking about the fun we had earlier in the night gets me excited all over again and a naughty idea forms in my head.

I quietly walk over to my closet and find a piece of rope. Back at the bed, I gently take hold of your wrists, one at a time. You stir and I freeze, but you don’t wake up. I continue working, slowly tying your wrists together, then tying the other end of the rope to the headboard.  Read more »

My first time Snapchat show and tell leads to a VERY satisfying night…[MFF, Exh]

*Part 1 of my story is in my profile, if you want it! Be sure to follow for more…*

 

I sat in the bathtub. The bubbles embraced my body. I kept reaching for the phone and then setting it back down on the rim. Even if I dropped it into the tub, my husband had gotten me the newest model. He was so sweet. I glanced into the bedroom and saw him nude, sprawled across the bed akimbo and drooling on our nice comforter.

I sighed. It was 12:45am. If I snapped a younger woman at this time of night, I knew exactly what it would be for. I had requested her on Snapchat and she accepted, but I had not sent a single message in twenty-four hours. I was worried she’d start thinking we weren’t interested. Like we hadn’t fantasized about how she watched us rut like animals on the beach while she stroked herself.

That had been a good, damn, trip. I played with a nipple. I pushed suds down so my nice floaty cleavage would be in the shot. She’d see it and I’d be like: “*Oh, these babies? Well that’s just how they always look!*” Read more »

The Book Club, Part 2

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The Book Club, Part 2

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Stephanie and I raved about the book club meeting for days after it happened. I was surprised to hear just how aroused it had made her. She and I had spoken casually about group sex a few times, but I had never expected her to be so enthused to see me with other women.

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She told me about the rush she felt when she saw the other women touching me. She said it was mostly hot, and there was a little sting of jealousy, but that only made it more arousing. On a Thursday night, less than a week after the initial party, she and I were in the living room, sitting on the couch.

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“So, would you like to serve another party at our house?” Stephanie asked sheepishly.

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Tony’s Place Part III [Str8] [MF]

The sun poured in through Tony’s large bedroom window in the morning. He hadn’t pulled the curtains the night before. I had a feeling Tony regularly woke up with the sun. His calm and meditative aura was of someone who worked out and walked his dog before most of the city even woke up.

His body surrounded me; I was his little spoon. As I batted my eyes open, I wiggled my toes and stretched my appendages. Tony had a powerful bicep wrapped around me, his large hand was resting on my soft stomach. The last thing on my mind was self consciousness. Every part of both of our bodies was supple in this moment, all our muscles were fully relaxed.

Tony hummed a good morning “Hhmmm” in my ear. We were both hovering in the state between sleep and awake. The morning sun was so warm that he cast off the covers, allowing our skin to bask in the light together. I wished I could have taken a photo of this exquisite moment of intimacy to keep forever. Read more »

Can someone Please help me develop the below story?

Let me first clarify some Indian Hindu traditions we still follow. In marriage, we give importance to the below things (High Priority starts from first)

1) Horoscope

2) Virginity of Bride

3) Family Status

4) Virginity of Groom. (OPTIONAL)

Some guys and girls save their virginity till marriage fearing society and family.

Even today some people’s mentality is “VIRGIN BOY **SHOULD** GET VIRGIN GIRL”. Even my mentality is this.

MY WEIRD FANTASY BELOW.

My family is searching for a suitable bride for my marriage. Being a self-control and God fearing person in my teenage I never had a girlfriend. So being a virgin myself I am highly expecting a virgin bride. After months of searching we find a girl.

Our horoscopes match perfectly. We liked each other and she promises she herself is a virgin. We were not allowed to meet until marriage due to our tradition. We exchange mails and whatsapp messages. Our engagement function was celebrated very grandly in the presence of many VIP’s in society. My family is so proud of her. Everything goes fine until 1 month before marriage I receive an email from her. It was wrongly sent to me. Read more »

New found desire [F25, M27] is this normal?

Recently I found out I love to be slapped during sex, I don’t know what it is about it but I love it. At first, it started with getting spit on and a light slap, but over the weekend I asked to be slapped and increasingly asked to be hit harder and harder and harder and hARDER.
It makes my whole body tingle just thinking of it; when I get slapped hard it makes me gush all over our sheets and cry with joy,
Is this normal? Haha

Cold night, warm bed [MF] [Roommates to lovers] [Oral]

My body is heavy, so sleepy after a hard day of studying and cleaning the apartment. Yeah, I know, the christmas holidays should be about family, having fun and food, but the city’s been on lockdown since yesterday’s heavy blizzard. My roommates decided earlier tonight to join a couple of friends of ours a few blocks down for some kind of christmas party but I politely declined the invitation. I guess I would be described as quiet, maybe for some a little on the shy side, and possibly boring for some. I like to keep things organized and tidy, making me the perfect roommate as I keep everyone’s shit together so to speak. I yawn as the movie flicker on my laptop screen, which I propped up on my bedside table. I slowly drift off, buried deep under my duvet.

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Disabled doesn’t mean boring

I’m in a wheelchair. I can feel but not move (very well) my legs. I’m 19, have shoulder-length brown hair, and medium-sized boobs (b). I never skip arm day and I have a fast metabolism, so I’m pretty thin, which is good because getting heavy is a real problem for people in chairs for lots of reasons. I’m nice and flirty and cute, but most guys think that I’m kinda stupid or somehow off limits for sex.

I’m not.

Here’s some things you should know: Read more »

The Tube [FM] [COMPLETE]

Have you ever seen walking sex? Hell, have you ever had walking sex?

That was Kate. By day, she had a smile that could halt the tears of a screaming five-year-old in her class. By night, that night especially, she had pursed lips that resulted in a severe test of any mans, or woman’s, self-control.

We were standing and kissing passionately on a deserted tube carriage, having done so since the carriage was decidedly less so. Well, nearly. Our sole company was a couple in the corner giving us a collective dirty look. We didn’t care, we were headed back to my place after a party and, really, this was the most PG way we could occupy the train and make the commute with someone else around. We were honestly doing them a favour.

She broke the kiss and looked around as we pulled into Chorleywood. I licked her neck through her curls, the colour of copper, and her body shivered in my embrace. Her sky-blue eyes turned to me, eyes heavy with makeup and mascara. “I think our… friends…” she nodded over behind me, I didn’t turn, “are leaving, unhappy with us.” Read more »