“Hey Amy, what’s taking so long?” I shout up the stairs. It’s already 7.30 and I don’t want to remind her yet again what time the film is starting. I know the film won’t start exactly at 8pm but I can’t help myself. I get agitated when I’m late for things, even more so when it’s not my doing. Having known Amy since primary school, I’m very used to her ability to make a simple trip to the cinema a whole bother. Back in high school, our friends would always tease us, hypothesising how cute it would be when we ‘finally got together’ but moments like these reminded me why I had buried any crushing feelings I had had for her when we had gone our separate ways for college. Now only 6 months later she was even more disorganised, not that I could blame her. Every time we’ve seen each other since the start of the school year she’s seemed absent minded and jittery. She’s always so kind and we’d been thick as thieves all through our adolescence, but recently she’s been distant. I don’t want to pile more stress on her so I just sit at her kitchen counter, tapping my fingers nervously. I glance at my phone again, hearing a loud thud from upstairs. I’m not sure if it’s concern or boredom that drives me but I head up the carpeted steps, kicking my shoes off as I walk.
“Amy, everything alright?” I ask, leaning against the banister outside her bedroom. The door still has ‘say the passwerd to enter’ scrawled on it from when we used to make pillow forts in her room during sleepovers.
“I’m in here.” Amy’s voice is muffled, and she sounds irritated. I walk down the hall and knock loudly
“Hey hurry up, we’re gonna be late” I nearly shout through the door. It’s slightly ajar now, she must have forgotten to close the door properly
“Yeah just a sec, I’m getting ready” she responds. Had she not been doing this for the last 20 minutes I would have been placated by that response.
“What could possibly take so long?” I ask in a tone that is heading towards anger.
“Can you just be patient, christ it’s like you just met me or something” she throws back, sounding quite aggrieved. I knock again just to annoy her, harder than I mean and the door swings open further.
Category: sexystories
An Ode to Uncertainty – Chapter 19 [MF][MFF][Fantasy]
Please read chapters 1 – 18 first if you have not done so. This is not a stand-alone story. Link to other chapters in comments.
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The cold wind running over Sigrid’s back brought her home. She closed her eyes for a moment and let her mind take her to the snow-covered ridges of the Upper Reach. She didn’t think she had ever breathed air as clean and pure as that. For an instant melancholy almost made her miss the movement. She snapped her eyes open and looked down over the courtyard. She sighed. Just another change of guards.
She looked down at the scene below her. Mirja was riding the young duke with an impressive vigor. Sigrid felt a sting of what she realized was jealously. She sighed again and lay down on the roof watching the lovers below imagining that it was her face that Mirja was riding, at least it brought a pleasant tingle. She put her hand inside her undergarments and slowly rubbed herself as she watched. A few drops later she shivered in a tiny climax. It was the third time she was at the duke’s palace in the last month and not a single showing of the wraith.
Summer Sanctuary
Her front door closed with a simple. decisive. *click*, opening a new chapter in their first real-life encounter.
Moments before, with nibbling lips upon his neck, she giggled while fumbling around for her ONE true house key.
Pausing before pushing open the door, the couple committed to long-term memory one more greedy moment in night air. They engaged in one last wave of sea-salt kisses.
As the two passed through the door, the glistening ocean air was replaced by dry cool conditioned air.
Dim yellow lights flickered on. The to-be lovers shared with eye contact that this “is really. finally. happening.” They backed away from one another and saw how long it took to get so deep in this moment.
He got distracted by her cute butt and gave it a little swat.
Feeling the sting of his attraction, she cast back a wink and a slow satisfied smile. She led him into the kitchen through the foyer.
He stripped her down and hoisted her up to sit her bare body onto the cold granite counter. He lost his shirt and shorts as fast as he could and set to warming up her wetness.
The New Girlfriend
The door closes to her apartment, and we’re kissing.
Drunk. And kissing.
My hands find her hips, and my hands pin her against the door. My hands find her ass and bring her forward, still kissing me her I don’t want to stop. She drops her purse at the front door and her arms wrap themselves against my neck. She kisses, her breathing is hard and fast, she moans.
I find her neck with my lips, then my teeth, then back to my lips. My cock is getting hard and my patience is getting thin. I spin her around, her hands are against the front door and her ass
Is rubbing against my cock. She fucking loves it. Such a good little slut.
I lift up her skirt and drop her purple thong to the floor. Her back arches and I know what to do. I grip my cock and find her cunt, and push myself into her.
That GASP she made nearly made cum. She moans against the door and I go to work. I thrust. My hands find her hips and I put her in position. I thrust harder. She spreads her hands up against the door and I thrust again. The door is jingling, and I thrust again. Her cunt is already wet and my cock throbs inside her.
Wearing nothing but a beaded bracelet around my ankle, begging for a sultry writer… not a horny pretender.
So, if you can read the title of this post you’ve already checked off my first requirement of being able to read.
As my cat claws at my door, I’m sitting in a pitch black bedroom, sporting nothing but a beaded bracelet from an old forgotten boyfriend around my left ankle. The moon is just barely peeking through the clouds and shining some silvery light on my decency… but it is the *only* light I’m accepting tonight, with my husband downstairs and may as well be on another planet.
The drink of choice tonight as it sits idly on my nighstand in a tall glass is a Delamotte Blanc, it’s practically calling my name but too much wine spoils the chef, and I’m *cooking* tonight.
The truth is, I’m a writer, especially the erotic kind that mixes well-threaded plots with intirguing characters, dabbled about with sex scenes that mean more than two people finding themselves in the same room. I want to *know* these people before they remove their clothes, I want to get a vivid picture of the setting they’re enjoying their drinks in, as if I were a a blind woman able to see again or recounting a crime scene to a sketch artist in detail about these people and the place it all went down. Only by inserting myself in the scene can I feel *any* goosebumps at all, to say nothing of the rich vocabulary that must be used to even make me brush my hair back behind my ears.
The Professional Woman [MF] [Straight] [Anal] [Busty]
Life had gotten boring for me. It had come down to work and home life, which wasn’t bad. I have a good job working in the clothing industry. I was married to a good man for twelve years. But now that I was reaching into my late thirties, things were beginning to get routine.
It was not anybody’s fault that I was starting to feel bored with my life. Mark did all he could. We tried to get things exciting in the bedroom many times. Role Play, Videos, New Toys, for both of us. He was satisfied with how things had come around, and I had agreed with him, but deep down, I was bored.
“See you tonight,” Mark said as he kissed me on the forehead.
“I am working late this evening,” I said as I sipped on my coffee. “I have to plan the fashion show for tomorrow.”
“Okay,” he said as he picked up his briefcase and walked out to the garage.
The Elven Bride, the Orcish Groom (PART 3- FINALE) [MF] [fantasy] [exh] [voy] [preg]
“And so, in the names of the trees of our eternal forest, I hereby bless this marriage. May your fruits be many, and may your union be a symbol that lasts ten thousand generations.”
There was applause- polite, but clearly strained. Dumag’s eyes glanced briefly across the onlooking elves, smirking slightly at their poorly-masked expressions of disdain. Before him stood Yalanue in her dazzling white robe and silver jewelry, shining more brilliantly than the sun as she looked up at him with a cheeky smile.
“Ah, and now the wedded will have the marriage validated in the Bride’s family temple. With this, the wars between our kin will have ceased forevermore.” The elder performing the ceremony closed his massive tome and bowed lightly, gesturing to the large white stone building behind him.
The wedding had been performed at midday, according to Elvish custom. Dumag had been coached through the steps of the ritual the night before by Gailin, so he’d managed to not make an ass of himself. Orcs, of course, did not have such frivolous ceremonies. They simply mated and were done with it when they pleased. He’d still made an effort to polish the bits of armor he had brought with him- Elves were after all, notoriously vain.
The Massage Goddess: Colin the College Boy (FM)
Name: Colin
Age: 23
Race: white
Occupation: Student
Marital Status: Single
Children: 0
Service Requested: Tantric Healing Massage
Problem Areas: Everywhere
Other Notes: I could really use a release.
I make sure to jerk off in the shower before my massage at 3:00. I’ve never had one of these before, and I’m sure I’ll get hard, even if she’s not that hot. I saw her studio posted on social media, and once I saw something about “Tantric Healing Massage,” I was sold. I have no idea what I’m walking into. I hope it’s as good as it was in my fantasy a few minutes ago in the shower.
It’s not a lie that I could use a release. Finals are coming up, and I HAVE to finish my credits this semester. Between the partying and booty chasing, and, well, partying, it’s been hard to keep up with school. I hope this Dani chick is cool and doesn’t have a problem with me getting off. If it goes my way, I’ll coast home in a post-nut state and study my way to earn Cs on my upcoming tests.
lil mild, lil fun, lil goofy, lil long – feedback welcome [str8] [MF] [mast] [msub] (OC – fiction)
Sat in the middle of the back seat, late, being driven home after a long week, quiet streets, friends chatting in the front seat, another passed out to her right and “him” to the left . The tension had been building for months now, but never sure, just little innocent things that a mind like hers could easily get carried away with. Things that are hard not to think about with the hypnotic rhythm of the streetlights, the warm chunter of conversations she had nothing to do with and the object of lust that had been warming the cold nights sat right next to her, though he seemed lost in thoughts of his own, she couldn’t help but feel somehow alone with him in that moment. Secure that neither would make a move because of the company, it would be just the same as if all her fantasies had been true, just sat quietly with each other enjoying the subtlety of each other’s company or maybe it was just her dreaming again.
On Display [MF] [Exhibitionist] [Anal]
On Display
I should preface this fantasy with explaining the set up of my apartment building. It’s one of those super tall high rises, with a four story parking garage at the bottom. Floor to ceiling windows and balconies for every apartment. The building itself stands a bit a part from other buildings, so no one could get a view into an apartment from another building.
I live on the fifth floor, meaning my view is of the roof of the parking garage, and in theory I could climb over my balcony and walk around on the roof. In the time I’ve lived here, I’ve only seen someone on the roof a few times. Usually someone from maintenance cleaning up any trash that inevitably gets stuck up there. Due to this fact, and my tendencies not to care if any one sees, I masturbate openly all over my apartment, typically with the blinds up.
Now onto the fantasy…