Category: sexystories

This is my life now – Chapter 3 [STR8ish][F][FM][BodySwap]

NOTE: There’s no sex in this chapter. If that’s all you’re looking for check back at Chapter 4. First 2 chapters can be found in my post history (though a link in the comments may follow).

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This is my life now

CH 3 – Sexuality and Shopping

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It was now my third day in what used to be Jill’s body. I know three days isn’t much but I was starting to suspect this may be my body from now on. It was a little disconcerting but after checking it out in the mirror a few more times I felt like I could come to terms with it. I decided that today would be my last day alone. I would take this day to enjoy myself before trying to sort my life out tomorrow. After breakfast I knew I was going to go finger myself again. I really wanted to try putting something inside of me but I couldn’t find anything that looked quite right. I made a note to go get myself a toy once I was back out in to the world. Read more »

[ff] My early days getting to know my best friend as a girlfriend

I told someone I’d write some stories about my early days of sex and how I got to be what I’m like today. It’s hard to know what to write and how much to say about since there’s so much I could say, so if there are any gaps you want filled in, let me know and maybe I’ll write a little more on it.

When I was pretty young, there was one day where everything really kicked off. Until then, i had a few “boyfriends” that lasted for a couple of weeks at the most and pretty much went as far as a light kiss, or cuddling, or holding hands. So on this day, I was hanging out with my best friend Alexis at her place. We were in the basement living room watching Youtube videos or something while her brother and his friend Aaron were hanging out upstairs. We heard a door close and assumed they left the house, but a few minutes later Aaron came downstairs to see us. He was maybe 3 or 4 years older than us. He came over and sat down close to us, so we paused the video to see what he wanted. Read more »

The things that I want [F][anal][bd][bdsm][blkmail][bst][buk][cuck][drugs][exh][Fdom][fist][Fsub][huml][mast][nc][oral][prost][reluc][voy][sm][public][freeuse]

I want to be fucked on a park bench.

I want to feel two fists inside me.

I want to be on a leash. I want the leash to clip to my clit piercing.

I want to get choked while I’m being fucked in the ass.

I want to be fucked to an emotional wreck.

I want to be made so wet it drips down my thighs walking around.

I want to feel cum drip down my thighs.

I want to be a 24/7 live-in sub.

I want to know how big of a buttplug I can take.

I want to have all 3 holes abused at the same time.

I want to feel your cum pumping down my throat.

I want to cum so hard it makes me pass out. Every day.

I want to be passed around so many guys I lose count.

I want to my ass gaped.

I want to be a sex-doll.

I want to blow you at the movies.

I want to masturbate over and over again until my body is limp. Read more »

“Make Me Cum With Everything”: A Monk’s Tale

[Hey folks! I just discovered this subreddit, and I’d like to share something I wrote recently if y’all don’t mind. It’s intended to be read aloud, but I think it works OK on the page too. Hope you like it! – PBS]

## “Make Me Cum With Everything”

Once upon a time, there was a monk who was very, very, very ugly.

You might be picturing an ugly person right now, but he was much uglier than that. His hair, if you could call it that, was composed of three dry strands that tried, and failed, to cover his otherwise bald head. He had a wart on his upper lip. His teeth were brown and rotting, and he had the breath of a small, dying animal. He was rotund, and low to the ground, like a gourd. And his voice was, to put it charitably, grating – a piercingly nasal whine that would rise to a shriek at a moment’s notice.

This very, very ugly monk did not appear to know, or care, that he was a hideous monstrosity. The village would often see him walking around the outskirts of town, having conversations with strangers and passers-by. The village, while finding him grotesque, also believed he was harmless. Read more »

Punch me [MF][violent][fictional]

*I often write stories about real events that I have experienced in my life. This time the story is fictional. It is however based on a fantasy that involves a real person, a new friend I made on Reddit* u/NoFace533 *. She served as my muse and my inspiration. I hope that she and you enjoy it.*

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I hate traveling, I really do. I was born in a suburb of a big city and everything I needed was near by. I went to school nearby and I found a job nearby. I wasn’t until I got promoted at work and had to go to Dallas, Texas for training that I ever had to get on a plane for the first time. It’s not that I am scared of flying or anything like that. I just don’t like being in an unfamiliar place. I know my way from my apartment to my job and back. Every friday, I usually stop by the grocery store and do my shopping for the following week. I am a creature of routine I guess.

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Granny and Aunt Mary [mFF] [Inc] [OC]

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This is a [fictional] story of my grandmother, my aunt and I. Hope you like it.

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When I was about ten, my parents fighting became too much and I went to stay with my grandmother for a while. She lived with her unmarried daughter, my Aunt Mary who was my dad’s sister. I loved my grandmother, and still called her ‘gaga’, a pet name we’d had since we were children. She was old, a bit strict, in her seventies, but still had a twinkle in her eye. She was full of enthusiasm and had many friends. My aunt Mary was a little odd, very uptight and always concerned about her status in the community. They were active in the local church.

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I had stayed with my grandmother before and always stayed in her bed, so we just carried on. Nobody thought anything of it. She undressed in the bathroom and came to bed in her nightclothes. After a while I got used to it and after about a week gaga rolled over and said as we turned out the light:

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“Cuddle up behind me Bill and keep me warm.” Read more »

The Bigamist Pt 2 [FF]

Julie
Seventeen months to serve. That’s what he got, seventeen months. Well, it could have been worse. Under Washington State law his marriage to Anna is voided, and I have already filed for divorce. Not sure how it goes in California, but my guess would be property settlement is going to not be favorable to Karl. Really, though, I didn’t care at this point. I was only interested in my affair with Anna. This woman, out of the blue, came into my life under the most incredible circumstances and turned it upside down. It wasn’t planned, it wasn’t pre-arranged, it just happened. And it was great. She had to go home after the trial, and was, I hope, waiting for me in LA.

A number of calls, a couple of emails, some text messages, and a few days later the kids and I were on the plane to LA. Mom and Dad saw us off and I was fearful, hopeful, scared, thrilled. What if she got home and realised that what happened was freakish, not to be repeated. Would she be meeting us at LAX? Or would she not turn up and say nothing? Fuck me! I am sounding like a fucking insecure teenager. Well, OK, that’s what I am right now. I’ve had a few days to cool down and now a three hour flight, five hours all up from home to LAX, and how long it will take for us to connect with Anna then get to her place – if she’s waiting for us at LAX. Read more »

The Bigamist Pt 1. [FF]

My Husband, the bigamist.

Anna.

It was over, finally. Guilty. Sentencing to come tomorrow, the last act in this tragi-comedy. I held Julie’s hand as the verdict was read, knowing what it was going to be, but hoping not. What a hell ride this last three months were. I had a loving husband, two successful no tipping restaurants in two different cities, making money, living lavida loca! Then it all came crashing down.

Karl would spend a week in LA, then back to Seattle, then turn around. He always said that being away from home was rewarding but really hard. Lots of chefs are prima donnas in the kitchen, abusive and demanding. Not Karl, yes, demanding, he required high standards of all his staff, but he never raised his voice, never abused anyone. If you got it wrong, he would give you such a look of disappointment that you just knew you wanted to do it better next time. Read more »

[MF] Daddy for the Day (True Story) (Oral)

**Backstory**

I had a really hard time finding someone quality for Auckland. I posted a few ads, between RAOBJ, RAOMD, and FetLife.

Personal thing: if a guy sucks at texting and doesn’t seem super keen to be with me, instead they’re more like “meh gonna get a blowjob”, I turn them down. I was supposed to have two in one day today, but I turned down the morning one yesterday because he just didn’t seem excited, and I want someone as into me as I am into them.

**The Players**

Me: 5’5″, 95kg, big tits, brown hair, blue eyes, 24 years old

Daddy: a bit taller than me, late 20s/early 30s, dark skin and hair and eyes, south east Asian type.

**The Main Event**

So I meet up with Daddy at a coffee shop about a 10 minute walk from my place. We hug, exchange pleasantries, and head back to his. I get so nervous and shy at first meeting, that I’m all blushing and smiling. We get inside his place, and I have time to kick my shoes off before he’s on me, pushing me against a wall. We make out for a bit before Daddy tells me to get on my knees. Read more »

Becoming a sugar baby pt. 3: The first semester. [Rough] [Deepthrat]

Daddy and I developed a routine after that night. He would come visit, mostly on the weekends, and we would fuck like rabbits. He started bringing me gifts; chocolates, flowers, jewelry that he would like to see on me and compliment me on it when I wore it for him. Some of it was not to my taste, but there was no doubt that it was quality; he was never a cheapskate. He would take me out to nice restaurants and always seemed to love the attention that we got. Truth be told I did as well. It was nice getting looks and glances as I walked with such a powerful man. All the jealous husbands and indignant wives were a bit of a treat too. I had never felt wanted, or envied in my life, and the attention was addicting.

I learned a lot more about daddy in those days too. We would sit in a fancy restaurant, the ones with far too many “market price” descriptions next to items on the menu, drinking wine and talking for hours. I had learned early on that part of the appeal of a babygirl and foreplay for him was the chat, and it took a lot to get him to open up. But when he did things changed. He was a really nice man under that busy, rough exterior. Or at least I thought so. Read more »