We bought tickets to the ballet. Romeo and Juliet. How romantic! A nice dinner, a show of two lovers that…well, you know the story. I won’t rehash Shakespeare’s work here. The night of the performance I dolled myself up quite nice. My makeup was working better than usual, my eyes popped, and my hair was perfect (that’s a first!). I had the sexiest dress for the occasion, complete with stockings and heels. Stockings drive my husband nuts. I didn’t want Juliet being the star of the entire evening. I walked into the waft of his favorite perfume, and of course my nether regions were fresh, trim, and ready for sex! Silk pink panties were hidden by my sexy black dress. After all, a little color never hurts.
Category: sexystories
Bred by the King [MM] [Breeding] [Worship] [D/s]
It all started when you told me I looked somewhat regal. I had asked if you wanted me to be your King and you’d answered with “Yes, my majesty.” From there, things escalated until I had stretched out on the couch, wearing a black robe, and you’d knelt down in front of me, serving me, worshipping your King’s body. I never thought a role play like that could turn me on like that.
But it did.
Because I owned you. You were my servant, my boytoy. Existing to please me.
And please me you did.
From then on, I’ve been your King and you’ve been the boy lavishing my body and cock with attention. This alternate world started to build in my mind; a world where you are the chosen one and all those other servants, male and female, have to wait their turn. Because the King is occupied. With you.
Today is the day though. The day where our little role play takes an even dirtier spin. I unlock the door to my apartment, still in my coat that shields me from the brisk weather outside, and then I notice that something is different. Your shoes are neatly placed in the corner of the hallway and your jacket hangs next to mine. You’re here. What a pleasant surprise.
Going for Gold (mf) (teens) (oral)
“Alright good job you two, same time tomorrow, get here sharpish.”
Maddi and I were aged 19, had been skating together for almost a decade and had practically grown up together. Our parents knew each other, had a past in the sport and shared a mutual love for it. Around the time she was our age, my mother had dreams of succeeding in this passion of hers, but these were cut owing to her father’s inability to support them financially following my grandparents’ divorce. Maddi’s father was a former professional figure skater in his home country and had achieved noted accolades prior to moving to the US and settling down with Maddi’s mother. This meant a lot to our parents, so it had to mean a lot to us.
This is why our parents funded us to share an apartment a couple of hours away, close to one of the premier programmes in the country. Our parents had faith in us to pursue this to the top and trusted that we would handle this opportunity with maturity and motivation. Given how close we were, they saw Maddi and I as being like a brother and sister, reaching for their dreams. From our perspective, them seeing us as siblings made it a lot easier to hide the fact that we’d been casually fucking for the last few years.
[MF] Dirty talking during sex.
In the days after the threesome with my friend, we had non-stop sex every morning and night. A little bit before going to work and a lot of it after. I don’t think we fucked so much since getting married, and that whole experience improved our sex lives.
While we had sex one night, I decided to ask some questions about the night with my friend while in the middle of it. I was curious, not to mention it was a turn-on. Dirty talk is what made our fantasy come to life. It’s what’s driving our sex lives forward.
“So, what did you think of my friend that night?”
“Didn’t you ask this question before?” she moaned.
“Maybe, but I don’t remember the answer.”
“Oh my, he was great. He knows how to fuck.”
“Oh yeah? And I don’t?” I asked.
“I didn’t say that. I said he knows how to fuck.”
“Yeah, you didn’t seem to mind it.”
“He talked dirty to me too when you were passed out,” she giggled.
“Oh yeah? What did he say?”
“He said he loved having me to himself.”
“Greedy fucker.”
An offering at a milking table
It started with a cryptic message from a friend of a friend. “Dom requires subjects for milking. Discretion mutually assured. Enquire direct to 0409 ### ###”. Needless to say, my curiosity was piqued.
A flurry of messaging followed, and proof of life submitted, in exchange for a time and an . Instructions as follows: knock twice, enter, second door on the left, no talking. The date was in four days hence. I existed in a heightened state of anxiety and arousal in the meantime. What was I getting myself into?
The allotted time slowly arrived and I walked up to the front door of an suburban household.
It was a very quiet neighbourhood with everyone out tending to their business. The hair on the back of my neck stood on end as I knocked, and then turned the door handle and opened the door silently. My footsteps rang in my ears as I walked down the hallway. Was I being setup? I stood in front of the second door in the left. This one was painted differently to the rest, black in a piano gloss. I hesitated with my hand resting on the door handle.
Oral Servitude and a little [Femdom]
To say I fucked him would be an understatement. I used him like a little bitch. My bitch. To fulfill all my desires. Or, whatever desires that I had left after I let the stranger fuck me into orgasmic bliss. I let him, the stranger, take control of me. I let him use me. I let him cum wherever he wanted, when ever he wanted. I submitted to him. Not my husband. Not my cheating husband. It was my turn to dominate; and dominate I did.
He sprang from the couch like a seven-year-old being scolded for not cleaning his room. He looked at me and smiled, but I didn’t return his smile. I simply motioned with my whip toward the bedroom. He did as he was directed. I asked him if his pathetic cock was getting hard yet and told him to lay on the bed on his back. As he walked past, I cracked my whip on his ass. He went a little faster.
FACEFUCK DREAM TURNS INTO REALITY [mf] [facefuck] [oral] [mast] [squirt] [facial]
I woke up in a sweat with a massive erection. I had a pretty decent sized cock. Not too big. Not too small. Bigger than average, but not SO big that I couldn’t be deep throated. Problem was, ever since my break up, I couldn’t find a woman capable of deep throating me. One woman got half way down, looked up at me with watering eyes and shook her head. That was as deep as she could go.
I’m not complaining. A blowjob is a blowjob. But there’s something about watching the entire length of your cock disappear down a woman’s throat that feels absolutely mind blowing.
And so, when I woke up from my dream, I reached for my phone and texted my ex girlfriend.
“I just had a sex dream with you,” I wrote.
“Do tell,” she responded.
We had a good relationship post break up. We just wanted different things and were able to part on good terms. We got dinner every few weeks. We often joked about fooling around, but decided it wouldn’t be a good idea. But after this dream …
Fucking my Wife, while Watching her Fuck Someone Else
When I’m alone, I watch that video, a lot. The one my wife made a few weeks ago, of herself, fucking another man. It wasn’t until last night that we finally watched it together. We didn’t plan to, or rather, she didn’t. I had it ready to go. I wanted it on, in the background, while we were going at it. All I had to do was turn on the bedroom television, and it would play. That took some doing, but this isn’t a how-to electronics story. This is a story of me doing naughty, naughty things to my wife.
Don’t Masque the Pain [FM] [cheating] [fiction]
They were arguing again, the couple next door. In their mid-twenties, the wife was a gorgeous brunette, the husband a handsome blonde. They were perfect, except for whatever it was that had them quarreling constantly. They weren’t as bad as some other couples I had seen, but it was annoying to know I had moved from the city in an attempt to escape the rowdy urban environment to this small, quiet town, and yet somehow I had managed to set myself up as a neighbor to the only couple in town with marriage issues they chose to play out in stereo.
My suffering didn’t last long. It had been six days after that tenth or eleventh argument when I realized that I had not seen the husband. I assumed they had separated. A couple of neighbors made a point of stopping by that house to tell the wife that her grass was getting an inch too high. Trying to be nice, I elected one afternoon to mow her lawn. She was out and I was glad it turned out that way. Didn’t want to risk upsetting her by doing something stupid as I was prone to do when in the presence of a beautiful woman.
[MMM/F] Abducted, Tickled, and Enslaved… (BDSM, Fetish, noncon, long)
Gilly had spent too long goofing off on Reddit and daydreaming again. The irritated Starbucks staff had to boot her out of the café 5 minutes before closing time, but at least she could finally say that she’d finished her last high school paper. With her laptop stuffed in her backpack, she walked back to her car. She shivered a bit as a gust of wind blew over her. Even with summer right around the corner, the nights in northern California still remained fairly cool. She regretted not bringing a sweater or something. She had parked a couple of blocks away to avoid paying the parking fees, so she’d have to stomach the occasional cold gust.