Category: sexystories

That poor guy on the train last night [Str8] [Fdom] [huml]

A: hay gurrl!!

M: hey whatsup? hungover??

A: lol totally…

M: omg you will not believe what happened on the train after you left!

A: tell me?

M: so we were taking the last train home right, and there’s no one there except the three of us and this creepy dude

M: and he’s totally staring at Rebecca, like kept staring at her tits, thinking we won’t notice

A: lol no way, what a creep!! god hate it when they do that

M: probably just a horny teenager though… well Rebecca is quite drunk right, and she’s like “i’m going to go up to him” and we’re telling her to just ignore him, but she ain’t havin any of it

M: so she gets up and sits down right in front of the guy and starts like sexy licking her finger and shit, staring at the dude, saying shit like “ooh yeahh do you like this?”

A: oh dear…

M: the dude is pretending to not notice her and just on his phone, and Rebecca is all groping herself like some porn star, really getting into it Read more »

Alice’s Closet Part 10 [Mf, incest]

“Wake up sweetie,” Mom said as she gently shook Alice’s shoulder.

“Daddy,” Alice yawned in sleepy confusion. After hours of sex the previous night with her father, she fell asleep in his arms in her parents’ bed.

“Afraid not. It’s time to get ready for school.”

“Why didn’t he say goodbye before he left for work,” Alice asked sadly.

“I’m sure he didn’t want to risk you not being able to get back to sleep two hours before you needed to wake up. Besides, I woke up to a text from Dad saying how amazing last night was and thanking me for helping make it happen. I’m sure there’s a text waiting for you too.”

Alice nodded before trying to move, then it hit her. Her legs felt like jelly and her pussy was so sore, she couldn’t even tell she had one. Mom had to slowly help her get out of bed and walk her to her bedroom, walking through a giant wet spot on the carpet just outside the master bedroom door. Read more »

Down On The Floor [MF]

“To our first place together,” said Sharon Pratcher as she raised her plastic cup.

“To our first place and moving in together,” her boyfriend, Nathan Mason, replied.

The sarcasm in both of their tones was as dry as the Sahara Desert, but understandable. What was supposed to be an important step for their relationship had turned into a logistic nightmare/joke. For the first time in her adult life, Sharon was moving in with a significant other. She’d worked so hard to make sure everything had gone right. So far, everything that could’ve gone wrong had gone wrong.

“So what’s the ETA now?” Nathan asked restlessly.

“According to the latest text,” she said, “about two-and-a-half hours, at least.”

“Was that before or after the pizza guy arrived with the wrong order?”

“Slightly before,” Sharon sighed, “and the guy driving the moving truck said the weather wasn’t helping.”

“In other words, hoping for them to get here by sundown might be too optimistic?”

“Only if we’re lucky, but given our recent streak of luck this far…” Read more »

The Secrets of the Alabaster Abbey [fmf] [fiction] [fantasy]

The dark-cloaked traveler stumbles down the mountain pass, weary from exhaustion and uncertainty. Stumble coats his cheeks, hollow eyes stare out from above the scarf that is wrapped around his mouth and nose, warding off the cold. His fingers are numb, barely grasping the wooden rod that he slides into each snow drift and uses to push himself forward.

He collapses just shy of the gates of the Alabaster Abbey.

It is the youngest of the nuns who first spots him there, the unusually dark shape in their hidden valley. She calls to her sisters, and a sleigh is fetched.

It is a well known fact, especially among the sisters, that the best way to cure a man (or woman) of death of cold is to lie with them unclothed. Sharing of body heat slowly returns life to the sufferer, which is why when the man is bundled into a spare room in the Abbey, he is immediately stripped and slid under a pile of rabbit hides. His wet clothing is laid out by the fire, which is hurriedly stoked by two sisters. Another two, including the youngest, discard their white robes, slide under the hides, and press their smooth flesh to his. Read more »

Alice’s Closet Part 9 [Mf, incest]

Dad was patiently sitting at the foot of the bed in only a pair of checkered boxers. Alice let herself in and slowly closed the door. Anxiety set in and her heart started thumping against her ribs.

“Hi Daddy,” Alice spoke softly.

“Hi sweetheart,” replied Dad lovingly.

“I… I…”

“We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”

“It’s not that. I… I want to say that I’m sorry.”

“Sorry for what,” Dad asked concerned.

“For being a terrible daughter,” Alice choked out as tears seared down her cheeks.

“Hey… come here.” Dad held out his hands, Alice walked up to him, and placed her hands inside his. “I’ve never once thought you’re a terrible daughter. Kids do a lot of stupid things as they grow up. At worst you’ve been mildly bad.” Alice sniffled and smiled. “It still doesn’t change the fact that I’ll always love you.”

“I’ll always love you too Daddy.”

Dad smiled, looking up into his daughter’s sparkling eyes. “Now, are you sure that…” Read more »

A night by the lake [FM][Outdoor][Skinnydipping]

Few things are as beautiful as a late night swim in a forest lake, when the moonlight is all to navigate by and the ground is treacherous as you walk over roots first, then pebbles and ultimately start swimming because your feet lose contact.
That silence, the cold water around you and the fear of swimming out too far, they are all so surreal that it makes you wonder if you’re dreaming. Add a naked women some twenty feet ahead of you to the mix and you definitely know it’s not real, that you aren’t considering to just drop your pants and join her after you found your secret spot already occupied.

That night though it was just what had happened, we were on a camping trip the university’s biology arm had organized just because they felt like it. Maybe some ‘getting to know nature’ thrown in to argue for funding, but it was really just a free for all camping trip and I certainly had nothing to do with biology. Neither had professor Lyndon, she led my English literature class if she wasn’t jumping on the chance to go for a late night swim dressed much less adequately than I normally knew her. Read more »

Alice’s Closet Part 8 [nosex, incest]

“Would you like to take Megan home by yourself,” asked Mom holding out the keys to her SUV.

“Sure,” replied Alice taking the keys. “Is it okay if we go to the mall for awhile first?”

“That’s fine… Just don’t stay out too late. I’m going to talk to your father some more and see if he’s ready.”

“Ready for…” Then Alice realized what Mom meant. “Oh…”

“Do you not what to,” Mom asked with a worrisome look on her face.

“I do but… I’m scared.”

“Of what?”

“What if…” Alice sighed. “What if things get weird. What if something goes wrong and he won’t talk to me anymore.”

“I think we’ve had a lot of fun playing with each other and nothing has gotten weird,” said Mom trying to comfort her.

“That’s different.”

“How?”

“I don’t know… It just is… Okay?”

“Look,” Mom said putting her hands on Alice’s shoulders. “As long as you don’t let things get weird and always talk to your father, he’ll always talk to you. Your father loves you very, very much and that’s never going to change.” Read more »

The king and queen of the skies [MF][fantasy]

“Just a few hundred meters more.” Mara noted to herself as she tossed the grappling hook up over the next branch and activated the small Brachydios slime powered motor to pull hers up the wire. Even with the small machine doing most of the heavy lifting she was still sore from the climb, and as she reached the next branch and pulled herself onto it she allowed herself a break. Mara reached into her pack and started snacking on a dry ration as she peaked down to where she had come from.

The island was splayed out over a full kilometer and a half below her, massive old trees looking like bits of broccoli from her vantage point. She pulled out her binoculars and scanned the world below for the small moving figures the islands massive denizens became from a vantage point this high up. Mara turned her binoculars upwards as she finished the ration and looked for the true aim of her expedition, the unique beings said to live in at the tip of the world’s tallest tree. Read more »

[MF] [Fanfiction] Filburt’s Postmodern Wife Part 4 [Furry/Anthro, Endosomatophilia, Voyeurism, Mind Control, Marriage, Interspecies, Fellatio, BDSM, Religion Bashing, Femdom, S&M, Mud, Scat, Vomit, Urine, Foot Fetish, Body Worship, Cunnilingus, Anal, Body Odor, Sausages, Nursery Rhymes, etc]

PART 4

“So TELL me, Filburt; would you say that you don’t…well…DESERVE a wife like me, so to speak?” Hutchison asked Filburt, sitting right next to him on his bed and crossing her (once again mouthwateringly long and slender) legs as she teasingly stretched out her nipples one after the other using a combination of the aforementioned nipple rings and her trusty hook hand.

“Yeah…it APPEARS it’s just as my lovely Missus Hutchison SAID…” Filburt began, scratching his chin and hanging his head in shame. “I’m just a PEST…(Rocko and Heffer glance over at each other in a very hypocrisy-realizing fashion as they continue manning Hutchison’s behavioral control cockpit)…no, I’m not just a pest, I’m a total fucking PIG!”

“ISN’T THAT RIGHT, MISSUS HUTCHISON?! IF I’M A FUCKING SNIVELING KOSHER PIG, YOU CAN SAY SO!” Filburt suddenly broke out into yet ANOTHER ridiculously massive ear-to-ear smile and began yelling and screaming with masochistic excitement, already reaching straight down underneath his bedsheets with his ever-so-trusty right hand and stroking his delightfully big and scaly blue penis with it. Read more »

Overdue Honeymoon [MFM, bi, hotwife]

A gentle breeze rolled by, stirring me out of a light doze. I was lazing away the afternoon in a lounge chair on the beach with giant palm trees for shade and a half-full glass of rum on a table beside me. Beside me was my lovely wife of 11 years, flipping through the pages of her book.

This was our first real vacation since we had met. It was essentially our honeymoon after years blessed with the fortune…of staying at home to care for the kids. It had taken a lot of effort and patience to finally convince her that we could take some time for ourselves. But there we were, our second day in the Caribbean, doing our best to forget everything but ourselves for a small while.

The sex the night before had been fantastic. Just the vibe of the place, it seemed, had broken through our respective tensions, and opened up our libidos. We woke up relaxed and refreshed, and my wife had eagerly slipped me inside her once again to start off the day. Now she was laid back in a floral 2-piece swimsuit, sipping on a piña colada. I let my eyes slide down her neck and along her tanned cleavage, shiny with sunscreen. Her breasts were medium-sized and had kept their shape well over the years. I reached over to cup one and feel it’s softness, and she playfully slapped me away. Read more »