Category: sexystories

On the Poolside [FM][anal]

    Allison pulled her shirt up. It caught for just a moment on her breasts, then came off. She tossed on the deck next to her towel. She hooked her fingers inside the waistband of her jean shorts and pulled them down, laying them next to her shirt. She straightened the straps on her swimsuit and walked towards the pool.

     

    “Water’s cold,” Sam said. She looked out at him in the pool, droplets of water resting on his chest muscles. She dipped her toes in the water and confirmed that the water was cold. “Best if you just do a cannonball,” Sam said, looking at her. She felt exposed in her one-piece and was glad she’d decided not to wear the bikini.

     

    “All right,” Allison said. She walked to the other end of the pool where the water was deeper. She’d never dated anybody with a private pool before, and it was a strange experience. Sam hadn’t tried to hide his wealth, but this was most he’d ever flaunted it. She jumped and brought her knees to her chest, her blonde hair flying into the air behind her, and then landed in the water, a wave of cold spreading over her, almost immediately soaking through her swimsuit. She surfaced and pushed her hair out of her face. “It’s not that bad,” she said. Sam waded his way towards her, the water slowly getting deeper. Read more »

She takes Advantage [MF] [Unconscious]

“How are you feeling?” She must have asked him that at least five times since he awoke from his surgery but she felt she couldn’t ask enough. Although it was fairly straight-forward gallbladder removal surgery, she still worried about his recovery and put 110% of herself into taking care of him. They had been married several years and had a wonderful, rich, and fulfilling marriage. He was a reputable and well-to-do contractor and she was a kindergarten teacher. They both loved their jobs and though they had no children, had a very busy life together. They traveled to beaches where she showed off her hourglass figure in skimpy bikinis while he drank Mai Tai’s under a large straw hat, they snowboarded together in the Alps then warmed one another up in the evenings on a fur rug in front a fire—just like the perfect marriage in a movie. They were made for each other. Immensely attracted to one another mentally, spiritually, emotionally and physically. Read more »

Story #1 The most erotic night of my life and we didn’t even fuck [cheating] [long]

I’m starting to write up a collection of my life events — the crux of it is I’m a cheater. I’m 28, engaged and regularly play away without consent from my partner. Some days I’m comfortable with that, some days I feel a lot of guilt. There’s probably an argument to be made that I’m a little detatched and have a sex addiction, but it’s not something I can address right now.

Needless to say I’m not here for a lecture on the rights and wrongs. We all know those. I’m here to share my stories — to immortalise my experiences, many of which have been immensely pleasurable.

These aren’t in any particular order, fyi. I’ll try and keep them anonymous too for obvious reasons.
Sorry for typos as I’m writing on a phone!

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I knew what it meant. An email, like many before it, asking if I was willing to teach in Wales — just for the day. They’d offer to put me up in a nice hotel, feed me, and pay my handsomely. How could I refuse? On the one hand it was a good deal financially, on the other it meant I knew I had new chances to play. Read more »

Masturbating in the woods [Str8][F][Mast]

I was running following the trail, struggling to control my breathing, and my legs were burning. I was training for a half marathon and I was close to finishing for the day. I began really early in the morning, and the sun was barely peaking over the horizon. I got to my finish point but I still had another mile or so to get back to my car. I caught my breath and started walking. As I was walking my mind began to wander, I had not been laid in a while, and I started thinking about sex. I had made it about halfway to my car and my horniness got the best of me. I stepped off the trail and leaned up against a tree. I slipped my hand into my panties, my fingers running through my bush that I had not trimmed in a couple of months. I immediately started rubbing my clit in slow circles, I was already so wet, and I knew it would not take long to orgasm. I pulled my shorts down and squatted, leaning against the tree. It felt so liberating being exposed in nature like that, and the cool air on my pussy. I continued rubbing my clit, and I used my other hand to slip two fingers in me. I was slow at first, but I picked up the pace and finger fucked myself faster. I had to bite my lip to stifle my moans, and I did not want another person to hear me. I felt the orgasm rising in my body and I kept the pace with my hands. I started to cum, my pussy clamping down on my fingers and my legs quivering. I shifted forward to my knees to catch my breath again. I stood up, fixed my shorts and stepped back onto the trail. I made it about another hundred yards and I passed a couple runners, my timing could not have been better. I smiled and greeted them, despite my body aching I felt pretty good, and I felt as if I could run another ten miles.

Almost got it [mf] [oral] [ anal] part 1

A long time ago we are talking 16 years. My wife used her magic bullet on me during sex. We are your average rural mixed race conservative couple on the outside. She is a petite Irish American (so no accent) I am a mixed light skinned black guy 7 years older with your average dad bod. Both professionals and well respected both at work and on our community.

In our bedroom however I try to make us a couple of kinky teens with no boundaries.

Now my wife will do most anything to please me in bed with frequent anal play with her. I just love burying my face on her ass and with wnough prep she will let me fuck it. I use various toys in her ass and she calls it cheating when i finger her ass to make her cum quick.

Like I said too long ago she used a toy on me. When she did she was so assertive. Talking dirty telling me I was going to love it when she used her big one on me and I was game. Yet it never came to pass. Read more »

Winter in the Wilderness [MF]

They had been alone in their log cabin now for several months. Only big enough for a small bed, a stove, and a latrine, the days in the confined space crept by slowly. Their existence was routine. In the morning hours, he left. He trudged through inches of icy, hard snow to chop wood, find food and gather supplies. The remote wilderness offered them an array of animals to feast on, but he, the lone hunter equipped with not much more than a crossbow and rope, often had to spend the entire day from sun up to sun down finding them food. He would bring back his haul and she would prepare it, wash his clothes and hang them up by twine near the hearth, which was also their stove. They rarely spoke, the solidarity of their situation had pushed them apart. They existed in their primal state, their small cabin, in the wilderness, solely to survive. Gone were the days of walking the river together, catching fish and making love in the shallow stream. No longer did they lay nude under the cover of tall trees, rolling in the brush and touching one another until they were numb. All of those days seemed to have washed away when the harsh, unforgiving cold rolled in on them. Things were harder, the cabin grew colder, and the winter was taking a toll on them. Read more »

Making Her Boyfriend Jealous [ff]

The bar was filled, and Ann was just about to leave. She’d gotten tired of sitting there, and besides, everybody was getting loud. She’d never really been one to get drunk, and she didn’t see the appeal. Just as she was going to wave to the bartender and ask for the bill, someone tapped on her shoulder.

“Hey, this may sound weird, but will you kiss me?”

“I’m just leaving,” Ann replied.

“No worries, I don’t want anything to last. I just need to make my boyfriend jealous.” Ann turned on her barstool and saw a cute woman standing behind her. She was a brunette in her mid\\\-20s, Ann thought.

“I’m straight,” Ann replied.

“Damn it,” the woman replied. “Here, at least let me buy you a drink?” She took a seat next to Ann. “I’m Mary, by the way.”

“Ann,” Ann said, shaking her hand.

“Yo!” Mary called out. “A beer for the lady.”

“I don’t want to get drunk.”

“Don’t worry,” Mary said. “I don’t, either. I like to remember my good times.”

“We’re not gonna have any good times,” Ann said. Read more »

What goes on in my mind [MF] true story

Last night the craziest thing happened. I am extremely cerebral when having sex I sometimes have issues turning my brain off and just having sex. So, now that our drought is over we have been having sex a couple times a week schedules and kids permitting.

We had sex 3 times yesterday 1 and 2 were great. Positions, sucking, face riding and 2 orgasms for her one for me. Off to a good start.

Here’s where the weird stuff happens. My wife is not very imaginative but does try to follow directions which I have plans on later ?. I told her I wanted to watch her play with herself before we started while coming down off of #2.

We were laying in bed watching tv when I was ready. I reached over and stated touching her slit. Her eyes closed and her head rolled back into the pillow. She pushed the covers off and I started slipping my fingers inside. She was so wet. A combination of me and her. Read more »

I BOUGHT HER CHOCOLATE, SHE SUCKED MY COCK [MF] [oral sex] [cheat]

It started as a joke. I was at the grocery store and on the aisle next to me, a beautiful woman in her late 30s, was unloading her items.

“Excuse me,” she said. “I have to feed my inner chubby kid and you’re blocking the chocolate.”

I smiled and moved out of the way.

“I wouldn’t want to block the precious chocolate,” I said.

“Ehhh,” she said as she browsed the selections. “I want a Twix but … I probably shouldn’t.”

I shrugged and we went back to unloading our respective groceries. And then I snagged a Twix bar. We paid and walked into the parking lot.

“Psst,” I said. “Look what I got.”

“You didn’t,” she said.

“I did,” I said, unwrapping the package. “Split it with me?”

“… Fine. But … don’t tell my husband.”

“You’re secret safe with me.”

We ate our Twix bars, standing in the parking lot, laughing, chatting.

“I’m Kyle, by the way.”

“Amy!”

“I figured, I bought you chocolate, I should at least know your name,” I said. Read more »

Sexting my Professor

After our last post-lecture rendezvous behind the podium, I had been thinking about my sexy Professor more than ever. It had been a couple of days since then and we had been exchanging text messages daily. They always started out harmless, things like “I can’t wait to see you again,” and “I can’t get you out of my mind.” On this particular evening, I was sitting alone at my apartment, painting my toenails and listening to music. My sliding door was opening, and a warm summer breeze drifted through the door and brushed against my dewy skin. A glass of cold Chardonnay sat on my coffee table, sweat dripping down the stem onto the wood. I picked it up, put the glass to my lips and let the cold alcohol past my lips into my throat. I felt its effects in my core almost instantly. My arms and legs came alive with an exciting tingle and my brain felt a jolt. I glanced over at my phone, sitting face up on the couch. 8:22 pm. I had been telling myself not to text him daily, that to make it the most exciting would mean to have our texts and meet ups less frequent. But I couldn’t stop thinking about his dark eyes and the utter excitement I saw in them whenever he saw me. I sat my glass of wine down on the table, picked up my phone and laid back on the couch. I slid my left hand down the front of my yoga pants and let my pointer finger gently massage my clit over the top of my red string thong panties. As i gently touched my soft folds I opened my text messages with my other hand. Read more »