Category: sexystories

I’ve known Becca for about six years. We met at a party in San Diego. Turns out we were both from the same town in Florida, went to neighboring high schools, and had about fifteen mutual friends in common. And yet, somehow, we never managed to meet once until we were in our early 30s and living in California.

At the time, she’d just given birth, and so she was excited to have a few too many. Her husband was nowhere to be found, though, and so, she was sad to say she was unable to drink since she’d driven herself to the party.

“I’ll drive you home,” I said. “I live down the street, so I can just drive your car and Uber back.”

“Really?! Nah, no, no … I don’t want to ruin your night,” Becca said.

“You wouldn’t ruin anything,” I said. “I was out drinking last night anyway. I could use a break.”

“Really?” She asked.

I nodded, putting down the beer I’d just opened.

“I’ll take that,” she said with a giggle. Read more »

We’re getting ready for a night out. A fancy work event, but an excuse to get dressed up nonetheless.

You’re all ready to go, wait on me while I fiddle with my tie in the bathroom. You take a moment to check me out. Damn, he cleans up well.

And that ass, in those pants? That’s your ass, and you decide to step into the bathroom and claim it as such.

You give me a nice slap and you catch my eye in the mirror as you give a playful smile. “Ready to go?” you ask. “Almost,” I reply, and turn around to face you.

Running my hands along your dress, around your waist, they come to rest very comfortably above your ass as I pull you in close to me.

“That’s a really nice shade of lipstick on you, what is it?” I ask. You go to answer but I move in for a kiss and you don’t get many words out. By the time we break apart, you forget what I’d asked. Read more »

I invited you over just to cuddle. We’re both between anything serious and miss the closeness of laying next to someone. I know we’ve got a history, but that’s in the past. You said we could try it, that you’ve got some friends you can do this with.

You come over after work. It’s late, later than I was thinking but I’m glad you took me up on it. I get you something more comfortable to change into. Get you out of your work clothes, get into some shorts and a baggy t-shirt of mine.

They look good on you. You look comfy. We awkwardly go to lay down on my bed, spooning like we used to. It’s a little unclear where to put our hands, trying not to cut off circulation or put my hands anywhere too suggestive. We’re a little stiff at first, but we quickly relax and settle into each other.

Feeling your body against mine, my head resting next to yours, our arms entwined together around you. It feels good, laying here with you. My arms fit so perfectly around you. Read more »

It’s hot as hell today. The heat index is expected to top out at a “feels like” temperature of 103°F. It’s miserable and sticky out; the humidity being the main source of the inescapable hot, damp air. It’s as if someone is spritzing a spray bottle over an erupting volcano, causing the muggy atmosphere to drown everything it touches.

We’ve been doing yard work the last couple hours. You pulling weeds from the flowerbeds, me mowing, weedeating, edging, and, finally, leaf blowing. I’m halfway through leaf blowing the backyard when you go inside. You come back out a few minutes later in a swim suit, carrying two extra tall ice cream cones. I try to wrap up quickly, watching you lick up the drops from both of the cones in your hands as they drip down in the searing sunshine. The view is hot for reasons other than the sun.

“That looks so good,” I shout over the leaf blower.

“They are,” you say, standing next to the pool, licking at the drips that are nearing your fingers. Read more »

“I thought I told you not to wear panties to my class,” muttered the Professor as he raised my skirt.

I was sitting on his desk in an empty classroom, digging into the wood with my fingernails and biting my lip. How do I tell him that I wore them on purpose? That I loved it when I disobeyed him and he punished me.

He searched me with his fingers until he felt the handle of the butt plug. “Did you have it in all day?”

I nodded, swallowing a whimper as he pressed on it.

“Remember,” he said. “If you make a sound, we’ll stop.”

I didn’t dare look over my shoulder and meet his eyes. He slapped my ass once. Then, when I didn’t react, he slapped me again to make certain. My cheeks stung from his palm. I imagined that my pale skin was now brilliantly red with his hand print marking me.

With a heavy sigh, he let my skirt drop. “You want an ‘A’ in this class, right?”

I nodded again. Heat rushed to my face, my heart skipped a beat, and then I heard him unbuckle his belt, and I braced myself. Read more »