Category: sexystories

Minister for Youth and Sport [MF] [Fantasy]

Kyle McQuary, newest research fellow at the John Burfitt Institute, and the Very Honorable May H. Van, MLA, CSS, Minister for Youth and Sport for the Province of Deltaland, drink tea in a café across from the provincial capitol.

“So, Mr. McQuary, now you’ve seen the centers in person. What did you think?

“Minister, I was very impressed. Back in the capital, we weren’t able to find funding to open youth centers more than three days a week. But here, you have care five days, plus classes and activities, even on weekends. The centers themselves are very nice, but it’s the level of funding that I can hardly believe.”

“Well, much as I’d like to, I can’t take credit for that. The last government worked out a grand bargain between all the cities and the provincial youth and senior citizens ministries to share staff and resources: all the ancillary support staff like cleaning, procurement, and personnel, and even things like using the same music instructors for youth and senior programs. Reducing redundant functions allowed us to redirect what funding we had toward front-line staff. We disagreed in a lot of other ways, but the last senior and youth ministers made a great accomplishment here.” Read more »

[str8] [M] First time strip club

So last night I went to a strip club for the first time. This was a fully nude club so tops and bottoms were off the dancers. It was me, my wife, a couple we hang out with, and two other guys. I’d never been to one before and neither had my wife. We watched for awhile and then my wife and the other girl in our group went up to the stage and tipped the girl dancing and not only did she shove her tits into the face of both my wife and the other woman (both are incredibly hot if I do say so myself) she took off both of their shirts and flashed my wife’s and the other girls tits to the whole crowd and played with them in front of everyone. I never knew I wanted that before. Read more »

The Camgirl Part LIX: That Would Get In The Way Of Our Date [Cute] [Plot] [MF]

**LIX: Blake**

Blake opened her door a crack to peek out, biting her lip.

Across the main room, Marie stood next to a small carry-on and a large purse as she locked the door to her room.

*Don’t chicken out. You can do this. You have to start somewhere.*

Taking a deep breath, Blake opened her door and stepped out into the main room, smiling.

“Hey, Marie,” she said, taking a few quick strides across the room as the blonde slung the strap of her purse over one shoulder.

Marie gave her a tight smile, “Hey Blake, what’s up?”

Blake’s roommate had make-up on, but it couldn’t entirely conceal how tired Marie looked.

*Is she just tired? Or is she still having a hard time getting over Liam?*

Blake couldn’t help but feel guilty at that last thought. She knew Liam had made his own choices in the matter, and they hadn’t even kissed until two days ago—Blake felt her cheeks heat a bit at the memory of that, pussy twitching in anticipation of more—but she had still basically stolen Liam away from her. Read more »

The bathtub [Mf] [Str8] [Mast] [One look is enough]

It’s been a long day. First I had to come in to work an extra shift at the bookstore, only to find that my other colleague didn’t finish restocking the shelves. My muscles ache as I bend forward to turn on the taps for the bathtub. After almost 9 hours of hard work I feel like I could spoil myself tonight, and by spoiling I mean a superhot soapy and foamy bath that hopefully would make my muscles ache less.

I pour some tangerine bath oil into the hot water before I step out into the small combined living room/kitchen. I open the fridge and take a bottle of ice cold beer. Just what I need, something to make me relax. I open it against the edge of the sink and take a mouthful. My eyes close for a second, letting the cold beer soothe me. I take of my glasses off and throw them on the counter. I put the bottle down and pull the sweatshirt over my head letting my t-shirt and my training bra follow. I carelessly drop them to the floor unbuttoning my jeans. Read more »

Giving the Ignored Secretary What She Needed [MF]

There is a secretary at work that is somewhat of a
‘shared girl’, meaning that her secretarial services are
split, or shared, between a couple of offices at my end
of the building. She is probably almost 10 or 15 years
older than me, making her to be about in her mid to late
50’s. Her name is Amy.

Amy takes very good care of herself. She is always
eating right, at least at work, and drinking water. She
always talks about going to the gym before work at some
insane hour like 4:30 or something of that nature. A
time of day when any less fanatical person would be
sawing logs, not putting in miles on an elliptical
machine.

Whatever her workout regimen was, it worked. She was
smokin’. Amy always dressed conservatively, but the very
well endowed features of her womanly physique shown
through anyway. In fact, I am not so sure that she
didn’t subtly dress in a way as to hint to the treasures
she was allegedly covering with her clothing. Read more »

First Night [MF]

I looked towards the horizon and watched as the sun beginning its move to set. All day I rode and felt every hour in my tense muscles. The ache in the middle of my back. The strain in my legs. But it was worth it. I felt alive as I rode. The rush of riding on the empty road pushing the bike as hard as it could. Feeling the power of the engine between my legs as I pull on the throttle. It was exhilarating. It was freedom. Just me and the open road. And it was all about to end.

It was the end of my solo trip I had planned to see parts of the road and I was sadly making my way home. Just one more night on the open road and I would be back in my office dreaming about my next trip.

As I came out of the bend in the road I was about to hit the throttle to pick up the speed I lost when I saw a car on the side of the road with clear smoke coming from its front. I thought about passing it but a feeling in my stomach said I should stop. Easing off the throttle I slowed down and pulled to the side and see if I could offer my assistance. Read more »

Quiet kinkies part 2

She stretches her body in downward dog and flips around, hovering her dripping pussy and ass leaking over my face before splatching it down with a smack.

We consume each other and relish in the taste of each other’s bodies, both overwhelmed in subspace , before gravity dominates and the 69 is subverted from the horizontal plane to the absolute vertical — a perversion of tradition, a kinked up play on conventional milquetoast intercourses .

We jump to the task in uncontained excitement , our bodies buzzing with that impatient frustration of wanting to get to the release of tension… to get down to it, to really get kinky, and feel subversive and naughty…worse than what we were already doing in the cover up of our kitchen consummation.

We separate and both stand planted facing one another, eyes locked in knowing acknowledgment. We had crossed a threshold and stepped over into a door that we could not return from.

We hungered and our bodies shivered in shock at the chill of being a part after such an intense and mutual experience. The only thing next was to revert to our fundamental lust and complete our moment of kink in the kitchen. Read more »

Quiet Kinkies part 1

I do have dreams of j
Sixty nining in the family room
On the couch

Or on her bed we roll
Caught up in friction through our bodies
Up and down

Up in the attic room
Creak the bed, milky legs entangled
Press and hold

A secret getaway
From the tensions of the holiday
Be released

No one notices us
When we come back and sit on the couch
Touch our eyes

Through our jeans we feel close
Vibrating in anonymity
Nothings up

I want to steal away with her at a holiday party and hold each other in embrace , her arm around my waist, massaging each other’s asses in a secret passageway in the mud room or the upstairs office
Or a quick kiss as we pass alone in the dining room between the kitchen and the full and bustling living room

I have visions of us fucking clandestinely around the house.
When rents are gone
And we sit on the couch alone together, her leg draped over my belly. A closeness that gives way to togetherness, which sets off our wound up, cross the room tensions. Read more »

Stepmother’s Thrall (Part 2)

“Ah there you are I called a maid service last night to clean up after last night’s little mishap. It’s ok to talk infront of her Lizzie, we have a mutual agreement and anything said to her will be kept a secret.” Amara said.

“You called me again?”

“Yes, I just have to want you with me and you will get the call.” Amara said.

“She keeps your secret? Is she a thrall too?” Lizzie asked.

“No of course not, you don’t get any sustenance from feeding on another thrall. She is deaf and can’t hear a word darling.”

“You plan on feeding on her!”

“Wong again I will have you feed on her when she is done. She won’t remember any of it except how good she feels when she leaves and the huge tip burning a hole in her pocket.”

“I’m not going to feed on her! I don’t want any of this!” Lizzie exclaimed. The maid finished and looked to Amara. Amara waved her over and when she was close Amara grabbed her wrist spun her around and licked her neck. She held the maid up and turned both of them to face Lizzie. Read more »

Stepmother’s Thrall (Part 1)

Lizzie was a freshman at her local community college. Her first semester was so stressful that she almost quit. It wasn’t just the fact that she had to get through starting a new school, that was the easy part, it was her dad’s new girlfriend. Amara was just strange. She says she is only a few years younger than her dad, Will, but she looked like she was still in her twenties! What women would lie about her age to make herself older. Well except for when Lizzie and her best friend Gemma tried to drink at clubs. They could get in now that they are both 18 but they still pulled a few sneaky maneuvers to con some drinks from the bartenders. Amara and her Lizzie’s dad were only dating for a summer before her dad asked Amara to move in. That was the last thing Lizzie needed before school. Thank god she had Gemma keeping her sane. Gemma was accepted to a school far from home but, even though her grades were high, they were not high enough for any scholarships. She could have taken on loans but she couldn’t dream of being away from Lizzie. They spent every moment they could together. Lizzie helped Gemma create her schedule, figure out which books to get for class, and basically organizes her whole life. Lizzie loved having the distraction of taking care of Gemma. Gemma was a smart girl but a total disaster when it came to pulling things together. She wouldn’t have survived a month without Lizzie. Gemma made sure Lizzie got out and had fun to balance her out sometimes. They fit like puzzle pieces. Read more »