Category: sexystories

I shouldn’t be here.

The room number is the same as she wrote on the bar napkin, 1603. She’s behind that door, right? She gave me her room number. She.. She liked me, she was laughing the whole time we were at the bar. She sat next to me, drank with me for two hours, and said she was going to her room. But she did write her room number on a napkin and handed it to me before she left. And that look—that LOOK she gave me. I’m not, well, I do know she wanted… I don’t know.

And now I’m here. Outside her door—is it her door? It probably isn’t, this is dumb. I should go. Go to bed. Just go to bed.

Instead, I knock too loudly for this time of night. Idiot. Why the fuck did I do that? Stupid, stupid, stupid. Wait, no…

Footsteps. Footsteps coming to the door oh fuck someone is coming I should go—

The door opens. It’s actually her. Read more »

I taught you a lesson last night. Though that wasn’t my intention at the start of the evening.

I made you cum over and over– 21 times before I was through. Until you were just a delirious, shaky mess. 

What I had originally planned for the evening played out. I teased you relentlessly– Often getting you just there and stopping all stimuli. Edging, stringing your body and mind along all night. You were on the verge of tears after the first 90 minutes. And in literal tears when I finally let you cum. That first orgasm I let you have was so hard; so deep. Afterwards, it sent your poor clit jumping with little aftershocks for a minute. 

“Mm that was torture,” you say contently, smiling and falling back into the pillows.

“That was nothing of the sort,” I think to myself. You had the most glorious glow. I couldn’t wait to extinguish it. The night was on the verge of wrapping up, but after an understatement like that it was only barely just beginning. I just let you come, after a tantalizing 2 hours. I paid attention to each little spot that electrifies your nerves, heightens your senses, dulls your mind, and soaks your depths until you were a squirming, desperate wretch begging to orgasm. And eventually I did allow you to. All of that, all for you to call my gift torture. Read more »

She is going to dress in a slutty outfit and we are going to rp that she goes to a club. She meets a guy and they hook up. He brings her home and 4 of his buddies are there. They are going to hook up and fuck while the friends watch. All the while, calling her husband and sending him pics and videos. After he (I) eat her pussy, finger it until she squirts and fuck her, the friends will fuck her (I have 4 dildos ready) until she cums on each one. Then he (I) will fuck her again. Look for pictures to come.

For some reason you went to the movies by yourself. It’s been a long time since you’ve been out and you thought, why not. The movie wasn’t a new one. Besides you and your bag of popcorn there didn’t seem to be too many people. Commercials and movie clips are always so much better at the cinema. Some guy came in right as the lights were dimming and sat next to you. It seemed a bit weird, the cinema was almost empty, but you did have seat in the center, the beat ones were all around you. Things were just getting interesting when you felt something brush your leg. You thought that maybe you imagined it but there it was again. And not a subtle bursh anymore. The man next to you put his hand on your leg and was rubbing it. Should you scream? Punch him? You decide to move his hand away from your thigh. But you can’t, he seems to have iron grip on you now. ‘Next part is going to be really good. You will enjoy it.’ He whispered in your ear. His warm breath sent shivers down your spine. Your grip on his hand loosened and he began exploring. With your eyes fixed on the screen you felt his hand rub the inside of your thigh. Moving closer and closer to your panties. You were waring a dress there was nothing to stop him… you felt his hand touch your pussy, he didn’t bother with underwear,. He slid it aside and started rubbibg you. Fondled up by a steanger in a pu lic place, you should have been outraged, but your body betrays you. You can feel the warmth spread from your nethwr regions, you’re getting turned on by this violation of your body. He moves quicker now, he must feel your juices flowing. He takes your hand and guides it to his crotch. Of course. His dick is already out and hard. You can feel the blood pulsating in your grasp. You start jerking him off, wondering if your little show can be seen by other people. But there’s no time to wander. Handjob isn’t all your stranger had in mind. He pulls your head without much ceremony and puts his hard cock into your mouth. It’s been a while since you had one. He’s moving your head in a rythimc manner. There is no time to ponder your previous lovers. ‘Not yet.’ He says. He grabs you and pushes you to the floor next to him, ass up. You can feel his weigh on top of you. And his warm breath in your ear again. ‘We’re going to be very quiet and we’ll enjoy it.’ He pulls your panties down. All you can see is the dirty cinema floor in thw dark. But your body doesn’t care or lisren to you. Your pussy is wet, it’s waiting for him. Your nipplea are hard with excitement. You can feel.him entering you and almost gasp. He’s moving fast. But you don’t care, you haven’t felt a cock in so long. Just a few more thrusts and you can feel your pussy contracting. He felt it too. You feel his warm, cum fill you up. He slows down, the last few pumps deposit his baby juice deep inside you. You colapse onto the floor, as he slides out of you. By the time you gather strenght to get up he’s gone. And the movie is amost over. You can feel his juices flowing out of you. You’re going to need to come to see the movie again, you have no idea what it was about.

“Hey, the regular.”
I’ve been coming to The Bean Brew everyday before work for the last four months. Amanda’s been the waiter ever since then, I wonder if she switched shifts just so we could see each other every morning. She’s quite cute to be honest. For some reason her cheeks always look flushed even though she never wears make-up to work. I’ve realised that she has a faint scent of honey and smoked wood dwelling around her like a luring aura. She usually has a long luscious dark brown braid going down her back and she sure does love her mom jeans. The perfect girl if you think about it.
“Ira, your coffee’s ready.”
“Oh, thank you.”
“Sure thing.”
” Uhm, hey listen. Would you like to come over for dinner tonight?”
“Yes! Sorry. I uhh, yes, I’d love to. My shift ends at six but I’m locking up so I’m off at about half past .”
“I’ll pick you up after work then.”
“See you after work, Ira.”
Her smile gave off a sense of nervous seduction. Read more »