Just a short I have finished in comment below, I will keep writing but I want some feedback to keep me on the right track. First-time and second-language writer; constructive criticism on ideas, language and writing in general is asked for. It is very vanilla, advertised as “old-school romance”, just so you know and not expect too much.
Category: sexystories
CREAMPIE ANGST [mf] [mF] [oral] [mast] [swallow] [milf] [anal] [creampie] [creampie eating]
My ex knew I didn’t want kids, and yet, she tried to get pregnant time after time. Things got so bad that I developed a severe case of sex related erectile dysfunction. I didn’t want to have sex, and this was my body’s get out of jail free card. My ex couldn’t get pregnant if I couldn’t get hard.
Naturally, we broke up a short while after. But my anxiety followed me. Shortly after the breakup, I decided to go online and find some fun. I figured the best way to get over someone was to get under someone else. I hooked up with this skinny blonde with perky tits and a firm muscular ass. She was absolutely cute and adorable, but when her clothes were off and she was fidgeting and biting her bottom lip, her hair over her eyes, I couldn’t perform.
SHAMED IN FRONT OF HER HUSBAND TURNED TO PLEASURE [mmf] [anal] [saliva] [piss] [rimming] [double anal] [facial] [spitting]
Anna fucked up pretty big time. We won’t go into the details, but Mark was livid, hurt, confused, ashamed, embarrassed. You pick an adjective, it probably applied to the situation. She said she’d do literally anything to make up for her mistake. And he knew she meant it. She’d fly him around the world, take him to the best restaurants, buy him an Omega watch if he wanted.
But Mark didn’t want any of that. He wanted her to experience the same level of shame and degredation she caused him to feel. He wanted her to loathe herself and feel ashamed. He wanted her to sit in the car and sob and weep afterwards, as he’d done when he first found out what she’d been up to.
And, most disturbed of all, he wanted to watch. He wanted to watch her beg and cry and plead and say, “enough,” just like he was forced to do. He felt sick to his stomach and now he wanted her to feel the same way. Would it fix things? He was almost certain it would. Both of them would be so ashamed and disgusted that they’d have to move on together, rebuild, start fresh.
Found my Niche
Kids? No thanks. Marriage? Eh, not for me. Sex? Lots and lots of sex? Yes, please. Here’s the problem, though: I am in the wrong age bracket for that sort of activity. It’s not that 35 year old men cannot find women to fuck—it’s just that the women who want to fuck me, and who are in my age bracket, want to get married and have babies.
This means the women available for me to fuck are either extremely young (we’re talking 18-25), or are older and have either given up on marriage and kids or have already been down that road (we’re talking 40s and up). Now, I don’t MIND fucking 21 year olds or 50 year olds, so I’m not complaining. But the 21 year olds don’t always want to fuck a 35 year old. And the 50 year olds don’t always want to fuck someone 15 years their junior.
This means, sadly, that my options are relatively limited: I must fuck women who are in my age bracket. So, how do I do that without misleading them? I’m not going to use any sort of trickery to get someone into bed: the promise of the possibility of a future, saying I might want kids, but I’m not sure, etc. Anything that gives false hope isn’t my thing. The best policy, as always, is honesty. But honesty also pushes away a lot of women.
[mmf] [swing] I dreamed of jizzing after one pump (xpost /r/sexydreams)
The other night I had a dream that I fucked my friend in the same bed as my gf.
About us: – I’m average height, tan, fairly muscular, and a fairly big/thick dick. – Gf has a model’s height and body shape, but not so skinny – Our friend is chubbier, with big boobs and an adorable, chubby face.
In this dream we were all sharing a bed and somehow it became apparent that we were all horny. Somehow my gf encouraged me to take my friend’s clothes off.
I removed her bottoms and she removed her top. I took off my shorts.
In my dream my friend was skinnier than in real life, like a slightly chubbier version of my gf, but with bigger boobs and a more introverted pussy.
They both encouraged me to enter her in a missionary position. I started entering her but there was a lot of resistance. Normally I would take my time to get her comfortable, or offer it to her mouth, but they both egged me on, so I just added more and more pressure until I finally slipped inside.
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Black Friday Bliss [MF] [exh]
“Hey Tom! Are you nodding off on me again?” asked Allie Avinne from the passenger side of the car.
“What? No, of course not,” her husband, Tom Avinne quickly replied. “I was just resting my eyes, preparing myself for the big open.”
“Yeah, sure you were,” she said dryly.
“I’m serious! Hell, I’m still digesting Thanksgiving dinner. Even three cups of coffee can only go so far.”
“Lucky for you, it won’t have to.”
Allie playfully swatted her husband as he sat in the driver’s seat, looking like an athlete trying to psyche himself up for the championship game. He should’ve been used to it by now. Ever since she introduced him to her unique Black Friday tradition – one, ironically, that started with her first boyfriend in high school – he’d been dedicated to helping her keep it. She gave him plenty of incentive to do so, but it wasn’t without obstacles.
The clock on the dashboard read 4:30 in the morning. Most people were still asleep and/or hung over from Thanksgiving dinner. Less than 12 hours ago, she and Tom had enjoyed an eight-course meal, courtesy of her mother and grandmother. Allie was still digesting it, so much so that she could still taste her mother’s pumpkin pie on her breath. It made falling asleep easy that night easy, but waking up much harder.
Blacklight [FM] [Fdom]
My favorite part of the holidays was when my mother would take me to look at the Christmas lights. We usually didn’t go anywhere special. It was us driving around when dusk would break and we’d admire our neighbor’s decorations as they illuminated the entirety of the street. Houses would be covered in a spectacle of rainbows and artwork. Rudolph would be on roofs and blow-up Santas riding Harleys. Our family always put up icicle lights and it was comforting going to sleep with them shining through the blinds. Never enough to keep me awake, just enough to keep the magic of winter alive.
The joy of those memories followed me to adulthood and I’ve kept various light-themed decorations around my home. One of the first things most people notice when they walk inside is the occasional lava lamp tucked into the ledges.
The corridor leading to the bedroom and through the living room has three large chalkboard circles painted that are constantly rotating through my favorite quotes. I currently have a Tolkien quote that I put up last week. “Many that live deserve death. And some that die deserve life. Can you give it to them? Then do not be too eager to deal out death in judgment.” The living room is vast with a wooden woven couch tucked away in the corner. I have paintings hanging up but there’s still some blank space that could use a little love.
A Thanksgiving Tradition [MF] [Food]
“Are you hungry, Tanya?” asked Jeff Keniman.
“I’m starving,” replied Tanya, sounding as eager as anyone could on the day before Thanksgiving.
“Good,” he said, “because this is just an appetizer. And I need to make damn sure these sweet potatoes are perfect before your folks arrive tomorrow.”
“And you will. That, I promise you.”
It might have been the most redundant statement either of them could’ve said. He and Tanya had been together long enough to know the drill. She knew what day of the year it was. She’d come to know his unique “traditions” when it came to the holidays. Thanksgiving brought with it many traditions. However, it was the day before Thanksgiving that had one of his favorite traditions.
The stage was already set. He and Tanya spent the afternoon setting up the dining room, adding some extra tables to accommodate the dozen-or-so guests set to arrive tomorrow morning. They’d unpacked their nicest tablecloth, silverware, and dishes for the occasion. At the moment, though, the fancy stuff was piled up on a chair in the corner. Instead, the table lay bare, occupied by two plates and several bowls of food.
Harry Potter and the Hogwarts pervert (part 12)
(Warning: this is a netorare/cuckolding kind of story, and its definitely not for everyone. So if you’re reading this just because you like Harry Potter, you’re going to have a bad time. Probably.)
Receiving a great view of Hermione’s spread pussy, Ginny bit her lip, and Michael just said “mmmm.”
Michael started to move in, but Ginny stopped him.
“You already got a taste.” Said the bicurious redhead, and she crawled on the huge bed after Hermione, positioning herself between her friends legs.
Hermione watched Ginny, as she stared at her exposed vagina, her hands rubbing around her thighs.
“Someones excited.” Said Ginny, lowering herself and popping her ass in the air. Ginny smiled as she lowered her face, smelling Hermione’s musky scent.
Hermione’s eyes closed as Ginny’s tongue found her pussy, pleasing her with long slow licks.
“How do you like the taste?” Asked Michael, positioning himself behind Ginny, spreading her cheeks, and preparing to eat her out.
“She tastes great.” Said Ginny, between licks. “I see why you love eating pussy so much ungh!” Michaels tongue had found Ginny’s twat and was licking away, and Ginny set off back to work. She was licking a moaning Hermione, and moaning as Michael licked her.