I’ve written a few naughty stories for a previous gf that I would now like to share with someone who’d be interested in being a long-term penpal. Not just looking to chat about topics of a sexual nature – I’d like to connect on other interests too.
Category: sexystories
The thrill of being watched [Exhibitionism, undressing, masturbation, F]
Erica straightened the bedsheets and plumped the pillows. She put her hands on her small waist, blew a strand of blonde hair from her face, failed and tucked it behind her ear and smiled. It had been a tough job carrying all her stuff up to the fourth floor but it was worth it. The new apartment looked *amazing*. Sure it was about the size of two shoeboxes taped together and yeah, it cost more of her monthly salary than she was ever going to tell her mother but it was hers and hers alone.
She went into the kitchen and poured a glass of water. There was a view – just – between two old red brick buildings down to the harbour and the green sweep of the far shore and beyond that a morse-code line of white breakers where the ocean began. She felt goosebumps rise up her slender arms. *The sea!* She could almost smell the salt – and taste hot fresh donuts. Her phone buzzed. It was a friend, checking she was still going to come out that evening. She said she was. Erica closed her eyes and breathed the imaginary sea air once more, opened them, wiped an invisible speck of dirt from the top of the cooker and went to her bedroom to pick out an outfit.
She wanted his Father instead – Part TWO – (mf) (PIV) (voyeurism) (cuckold) (taboo) (cheating) (coercion) (domination)
He wasn’t going to fuck me tonight? Why the hell not, I know he wanted to he was that hard he could use it as a hammer. He moved back to the doorway as I sat down on the stool, Steve walked through the door look of concern on his face. “Are you okay? I heard you scream.” My pussy was still pulsing from my orgasm.
“Really? You heard a scream through your head set?” I cocked an eyebrow up at him. He blushed slightly until he saw his Dad in the other doorway.
“We were discussing food.” His father’s gruff voice sent tingles down my spine. Fuck I wanted him. “I was just telling *Mila* that I’d take you both a Lugis Italian Restaurant, she agreed.”
“Yep, something might as well fill me.” I smirked to myself, I stood up sneakily flashing my bare pussy at his Father then at his son as I passed him. “I’m going to get changed.” I jogged up the stairs and pushed the door into his room, by the time I was naked in front of my suitcase I felt Steves hand on my shoulder.
Knight’s Vengeance III [MF] [Fantasy]
The ground was pretty cold. After all the excitement, Veronica Kalm was cooling off and now the whole situation was growing uncomfortable. Tied up by her former commander, in the torture chamber basement of a fortress she used to call home, the young woman was feeling a bit powerless. Power and lack of was not often a problem, and it was only a moment until Veronica rolled over the stone floor, naked as a bird, and threw herself into the legs of the wooden table that held their torture instruments.
Lucerne Jesta was no fool, and knew it wouldn’t be long until Veronica made herself free and would attempt to escape. It had only been a few minutes, after technically molesting Veronica, that the Knight had freed herself. A bone saw clattered on the stone and Veronica worked it into her hand. She wrought the rope to a fray. As soon as she was free, the Knight sprung to her feet and promptly passed out.
A hot, sticky summer night (mf) (fiction)
Max woke up sweating. He checked the time. Just after midnight. The weather function on his alarm clock said the temperature was in the low 80s. The air conditioning must be broken. “Why’d I choose to go to college in Georgia?” he thought.
He rolled out of bed and debated whether to put anything else on. He was just in boxer briefs. But of the other four people renting the house, only Emily was there. He didn’t know her and had only given her a cursory hello when he’d moved his stuff in the other day. She’d kept to herself otherwise. He didn’t blame her, the house was mostly other students who needed a place to stay for a semester before study abroad or early graduation. Nobody really knew each other. Max guessed he’d be fine walking around as he was.
Max made his way to the kitchen, passing the thermostat on the way. Sure enough, nothing was happening. Nothing to do about it now. He opened the fridge, pulled out the pitcher of water, and poured a big glass. It cooled him down a little but he was still covered in sweat. He opened the screen door to the small backyard deck, hoping to let a breeze in, anything.
The Camgirl Part XVII: Lonely with Company [Mostly Plot]
**XVII: Liam and Blake**
**Liam**
Liam raised an eyebrow and twisted to look over his shoulder as the door to Blake’s room opened slowly. He felt a smile curling the corners of his lips—he had forgotten she was here.
She must have either had one hell of a night or one hell of a show if she—
Liam rose to his feet when he saw Blake’s expression, only just remembering to his laptop carefully onto the couch before stepping around it.
“Blake.”
He closed the distance between them in just a few strides. She was still blinking up at him in confusion. Her eyes were red-rimmed, and more bloodshot than they had been this morning. Why did she look so tired, so sad?
“Liam,” she looked almost dazed as she said his name. Her voice sounded…strange. Her eyes focused on him then, but only for a moment before she looked away.
“I was just going to take a bath,” she murmured, “What are you doing here anyway? Where’s Marie?”
My New Stove [MF]
I didn’t know this until the other day buuut only a plumber can put a gas line into a stove cause they’re the only ones certified. Which I mean that’s fine gives me another chance to seduce a man.
I don’t normally wear ‘appropriate’ clothes at home, just a big t-shirt and usually panties. So when someone comes out to fix something only a pair of sorts tie this mess together. But my God was it hot and I had a raging nerve to have someone in me. So I put on shorts no longer than my panties.
He came to the door I opened it and his eyes widened like I was a rare piece of steak that just plopped in front of him. I showed him to the oven leading my arms away from my body to show how much my boobs move. Reaching out to put my hand on his arm guiding him around the house while he stared. Brushing up into the sleeve of his shirt I think caught his attention and he tried to focus back on the oven. Of course I just needed to drop everything I had in my hands in front of him. I bent over trying to pick up the oven receipt, his hand met the back of my ankle while he coughed saying he started to fall.. All I could manage to get out of my pretty little mouth was “that’s just fine if you happen to grab anything else I most definitely wouldn’t complain”. But I guess that didn’t catch his attention has he got back to work.
My hippie stepmom (mf) (cougar) (step fantasy) (virgin)
I spent summers with my dad ever since the divorce when I was four. He got remarried when I was 10 to a complete hippie. She had flower hair bands, tie dye everything, loved the grateful dead, and any other hippie stereotype she hit the nail on the head. She was nice as could be so I could never say a mean word about her.
They lived on a horse ranch back in the woods on a large plot of land that had a crystal clear spring running through it. She was a completely unashamed, full fledged nudist and every time that they got back from riding horses, she would strip naked on the porch and go swim in the spring. This never meant much to me until I got to the age when my hormones really started racing. She was in her mid to late forties, salt and pepper straight hair that went to the middle of her back. She was a full figured Amazonian woman with large (dd if I had to guess) breasts. They sagged a little with light stretch marks, large round areolas with nipples about the size of eraser tips. Her bush was for lack of better term glorious. It was full, curly, black and gray, and never shaved or waxed a day in her life.
Class of ’04 – Part TWO – (mf) (PIV) (voyeurism) (exhibitionism) (teasing) (taboo) (teacher/student)
Even in my wildest fantasies, I’d never imagined this. The object of my desires for so many years was fucking me with his fingers at the bar of my high school reunion. My back was almost touching the wall and his body was shielding me from the rest of the people in the room.
“Here’s your wine and the scotch on the rocks for you.” The bartender smiled at us as he placed our drinks beside us and walked away.
Mr O’Neal pushed his finger deep inside of me, his palm rubbing against my clit. “We shouldn’t.. Ahh.. We shouldn’t.. Oh fuck.. Sir we shouldn’t be doing this.”
“Fuck it’s a turn on when you call me sir.” He growled in my ear, he added a second finger, he was gently stretching me open with each pump, scissoring his fingers inside of me. “I know we shouldn’t, but I’ve wanted you, this, for so fucking long Luna.”
“Yoooo, Mr O’Neal, my man!” An older version of Thomas Sinclaire shouted from a few feet down the bar. He’d been Mr Popularity back in High School and it pissed me off that he wasn’t fat or balding. My ex-science teacher pulled his fingers from inside of me but I didn’t feel disappointed for long, the hand on my wrist replaced those fingers as he turned his body towards the bar to face Thomas.
She wanted his Father instead – Part ONE – (mf) (tease) (voyeurism) (taboo) (cheating)
I’d been with Steve for a little over a year, we met the first day of College and just kind of slipped into a relationship, neither of us actually asking the other. The first 6 months were hot and heavy then he left for Christmas break and came back more reserved, his fanatic religious mother had bleated on and on that what we were doing was a soul damning sin. He’d come back after only a week, “I’ve strayed from my path since coming here, I need to try to be pure again.” in truth I’d seen it as a challenge, but we’d only fucked 4 times in the last 6 months and I swear to God I think my hymen has grown back.
Hopefully the trip back to his home town today to see his father will change his mind again, because I don’t know how long I can go without sex. The slightest friction between my legs had me aching for relief.
His parents got divorced when Steve was only a few years old, her religious beliefs had gotten too much for Steven Sr to handle apparently. This would be our first meeting. I was a little nervous, I’d seen photos of him on Social media and to say he was a DILF would be an understatement.