Category: sexystories

Quarantine Adventure: Meeting the Nosey Neighbor (MF)

The next morning, I woke up to a sexy selfie from Riley with a caption, “So sore, but I slept so good last night!” I smiled, saving the picture. I had no intention of showing somebody else, but I knew I would be returning to it again, when I needed a reminder how it felt inside her.

Replaying yesterday, I remembered my neighbor watching. I didn’t know her name, but I had seen her around. Once, she was on the elliptical in front of me at the gym. Her ass bouncing in those leggings was mesmerizing.

A couple days later, I finally decided to take out the trash. Walking away from the dumpster, I noticed a lucky surprise. That cute neighbor was walking towards me with a bag of trash.

“Hi! I’m Eva” She greeted brightly as she heaved trash into the dumpster.

“Hey, James” I replied, not sure how to play this, but she was straight to the point.

“I saw your little show the other day.” I actually blushed a little. “Entertaining. I just wish I could have gotten a closer look.”

“Oh, word?” Read more »

Switch Hitter (MF, Fdom, Pegging, Watersports)

“Harder, Daddy!” she urged. I courteously obliged, shoving another inch into her tight little ass.

“You like that? I bet you do, whore,” I said, rubbing her clit harder.

“PINEAPPLES! Pineapples!” she shouted. It was our safe word.

“What’s wrong? Am I hurting you?” I asked, starting to pull out.

“I need to whizz.”

“…” I waited for her to elaborate. “Okay? Go whizz, then.” She gave me the most dominant look she could muster with my cock still in her ass.

“Wanna try something new?” she asked, cautiously. I nodded, curious. “Open wide, and maintain eye contact.”

I knew better than to disobey. She has a bit of a dominant side when it comes to sex. I did as commanded, pulling out of her slowly then getting on my knees on the floor, enjoying the view.

“Don’t drip on the carpet,” she warned, toying with her clit, and she let loose a stream even the Amazon river would be jealous of. I did my best, but couldn’t keep up with the torrent and spray. “You dumb slut! You stained the carpet. You should be more careful.” She slapped my cheek. I knew where this was going, and quickly got rock hard. “You like that? I bet you do, whore,” she threw my words back at me. It did nothing to dampen my erection though. “Grab the box.” Read more »

Because You’re Mine [M/f] [D/s] [All your firsts]

“Do you know what it’s like being so many of your firsts?,” I ask you, your head in my lap as we watch an episode of a recorded show in bed. I just got home, and you were getting ready for bed before flipping on the TV.

“Hmm?,” You say, caught off guard by my question; not sure where I’m going.

“Of course you don’t,” I elaborate. “You’ll never know– How could I ever describe what it’s like to have someone so wholly mine.” My cock swells thinking about it, about you. You sit up tall, legs under you Indian style, eagerly listening to me talk about you.

“I own so many of your first experiences,” I say, trailing my hand up your side– “So many parts of your body,” lightly running my hand up and over your left breast. “All of it really,” I say quieter, lower, as I run my hand back down slowly. My cock twitches as I watch your nipple start to firm up under your cotton top. My mouth salivates a little, wishing to smother that delicate peak forming there. Read more »

A deal at the Crossroads Part 1 [Exposition] [Planned: MF, Anal, Fantasy]

Disclaimer: This is just part one of a two-part story. Unless heavily protested this story will contain some mild coprophilia (dirty ass to mouth) in part two. If that grosses you out you may want to pass up this story. It’s mostly written already, but I still need to do a lot of editing.

 
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Lynette sighed, brushing her dusty hands against her jeans. It was the eighth night in a row she had gone down to the crossroads. The trip was becoming tiresome, and if it didn’t happen tonight she was ready to give up. She kicked at the mound of earth which she buried her ritual-box. Research differed on what exactly the box should contain, so she tried a bit of everything: A vial of tears, spit, and sweat. A photo of herself. Several obscure herbs and roots; a bit dried Valerian root, Aloe powder, dried Bloodroot, and then she covered it all in graveyard dirt and brick dust. She knelt down in the middle of the dirt road, and uttered a short prayer, “please come tonight…” she whispered into the dark. Read more »

Quarantine Adventure: Returning the Favor (MF)

Riley leaned back against the bed, her face splattered with my cum as she stared back up at me. A couple drops of cum dripping down onto her shirt, in a sloppy sexy mess. I was still in full afterglow of euphoria, but I was nowhere near done with her today.

I pulled her shirt over her head, then pulled her back onto the bed. She unsnapped her bra as I climbed on top of her and started kissing her neck. I kissed down to her recently freed nipples and sloppily licked one.

Riley moaned, “that feels so good,” as I switched to the untouched one with my mouth, circling the wet one with a finger.

“Fuck this feels even better than I hoped.”

“This ain’t the end.” I whispered, mouth still full of tit. She clumsily pulled off her leggings. Taking the signal, I left her nipples, kissing across her taut stomach to the edge of her sexy panties. I buried my face between her thighs, teasing her with kisses on her panties. Read more »

An Ode to Uncertainty – Chapter 20 [MF][FF][Fantasy]

Please read chapters 1 – 19 first if you have not done so. This is not a stand-alone story. Link to other chapters in comments.

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“Guards! Guards!”

The princess’ shriek echoed through the huge room. Sigrid tried her best to ignore the naked woman on the bed whose eyes were fixed on her. On her. Stupid woman. The princess clearly didn’t see the wraith as it moved slowly towards the big window.

*You’re not getting away this time*, Sigrid thought and dashed across the room.

She focused her vision to one side of the shadowy figure, the more she practiced the better she got at seeing it, now it looked almost like a human wearing a strange billowing translucent cloak. There was something so familiar about the shape that she couldn’t pin down. Sigrid reached the window before it did. She wouldn’t be able to stop it if it wanted to throw itself through the glass panes. But it stopped and moved towards the door.

Two guards burst into the room with swords drawn. Sigrid decided it was better to take command.

“It is there! Just by the bed! Don’t let it get away! Block the door!” Read more »

A bad father (m/f, prost, incest, nc)

Am I a bad father? Perhaps, perhaps I should go to hell for what happened that day, and the months and years after. Maybe I shouldn’t have gambled so much, but I had so few joys in my life after my wife had passed. Raising a girl without a mother, especially as they blossomed into beautiful young woman was more difficult than I had expected. Without my wife, I felt attractions that no father should have for his daughter. So small and fragile. A porcelain doll that practically begged to be broken. But despite my thoughts, my dreams, my fantasies, I never touched her.

Of course, that didn’t mean I didn’t peek. Walk in on her during showers, or changing. Going through her clothes as I washed them, inhaling deeply, her panties on my face, tasting her. I couldn’t help myself. Sometimes, thinking of her, I’d use those panties, wrapping it around my cock, imagining her putting them on with my cum still on it. I’m lucky she never caught me. Read more »

[F]estival Slut Backseat Blowjob Part 2 [FFM] [oral]

Pt 2

I licked his cock as I went, quickly up and down, sucking his hot member. My hands wandered to my own breasts through my shirt. As my lips lingered on the tip of his cock, my fingers brushed my nipples. My heartbeat quickened and I shifted my thighs on the leather seat. He reclined to give me more room and I relaxed as my slick lips slid over the full length of his cock. I felt it hit the back of my throat and pushed through, to the point that I was nearly swallowing his rock hard flesh. I took him deep and hard, but just as I began to get into a thrusting rhythm, there was a swift knock on the window.

Surging adrenaline caused my heart to skip a beat. K began to slip his dick back into his pants as he sat up. In the darkness was a young woman, straight blonde hair reflecting white off of the passing headlights. “Can I help you?” I said politely through the open window. Read more »

I (22M) really wanna fuck my ex (21F) [str8]

I keep having this fantasy of me and my ex because we’ve been talking a lot lately and I wanted to share it.

We’re driving together again, with no place in Particular in mind. We end up in the middle of nowhere, in an empty field with no one around for miles to see or hear us so we set up a blanket in the trunk of the car with the seats laid down flat. We lay there, facing the sun setting across the sky, her resting her head on the left side of my chest. We start to kiss as the sky turns a deep orange and as the sun move lower and lower in the sky, our hands move lower and lower on each other.

She makes the first big move, sliding her left leg over me so she’s sitting on my hips, still kissing and feeling each other wherever we can. When the sun sets and the sky goes dark, she starts the undo my belt and unbutton my jeans. She is scared to undo the zipper and has me do that before sliding my jeans down to reveal my boxers, barely holding in my growing cock. Read more »

More than she bargained on (m+/f, nc, rapebaiting)

It had been a fantasy for years, gnawing at her, tearing through her dreams again and again. She couldn’t help herself some days, masturbating furiously as she read rape stories on reddit. Tales again and again about women rape baiting, getting what they secretly wanted, needed. It touched her deeply, in a dark part of herself she told no one about. A dark part of herself created by her first boyfriend who had often taken liberties with her. She hated that she felt this way sometimes, but it was there, and nothing made her wetter than those thoughts. Every sexual experience compared to her fantasies were just vanilla and disappointing. Even BDSM was too structured for her taste, she longed for what was in those stories.

It had built up in her during the crisis, contained mostly to her apartment for months. Boredom led to much frustration, as she burned through story after story, experience after experience. When the order was listed, when bars were opened once again, she finally decided to try. The fantasy was no longer enough. She needed to taste and feel the violations she craved so much. Read more »