Category: sexystories

Sex with my ex [MM] [Gay] Part two

Time for a little recap for those who don’t know the full story. Boy goes to hotel with mom and mom’s friend. Mom’s friend turns out the be the mother of the boy’s ex. Mom squad leaves for food. Boy and his ex watch a cheesy movie. Boy confessed his love for his ex. Now boy and ex are getting ready to fuck in a hotel room.

Good? Alright, back to the story!

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We both preceded to take off our clothes. It’s been a while since I’ve seen him naked. We’ve only had sex once during our previous relationship, but, oh, it was pure eye candy seeing him naked.

However, Radu seemed a bit insecure about his looks. “So…is this okay? I don’t look bad do I?” He said in nervous tone of voice. I just gave him a quick smile before pinning him to the bed. “Don’t be silly, you look perfect.” I planted a gentle kiss on his lips. “Now,” I started to say. “, where is the most sensitive spot on your neck?” I whispered in his ear. Read more »

The Categorical Imperative of a Short Plaid Skirt [mf, oral]

I met Victoria on the other side of a 4 month descent into despair.

You’ve probably figured it out by now, but I’m not like most guys. I can be rough and manipulative, but my strongest sexual attraction comes from my heart. I fall in love quickly and deeply. Google “limerence.” That’s me–I get incredibly high from being in love. It’s an all-encompassing desire to posses, to become one with another. Idealization makes the marginally attractive worthy of obsession. And that’s when I want to fuck.

At the time of this story, I was 18 and did not have this kind of detached self-assessment. I only saw potential partner after partner fall away as I was mystified by rejection from the college girls who were not looking for anything approaching my intensity. And who can blame them? From far away, that kind of attention must look curious. Up close, like sunlight focused through a magnifying glass, it burns.

By the time second semester rolled around, I had reached an uneasy peace with myself. I gained something near closure with the former object of my affection after months of silence and started to pull myself out of the deep depression that the sudden end of that relationship launched. Read more »

Forgiveness [MF] [Western] [sm] [old gender values] [misogyny]

Sally laid the flowers in the middle of the dirt road that ran through the city. As she pulled herself up and dusted off her dress she was a woman.

“Your old life is over,” I hollered from the storefront as a stagecoach passed and the wind lifted dirt and dust all back on her blue and white dress sending her skirt billowing around her crinoline. It was all a poor choice in my eyes, weather was too hot for a corset and all that, especially not for him.

She lifted her pale face to me, curly locks of sun-kissed brown hair following behind her and almost hissed at me.

“You leave me alone Billy Holaday,” she turned and started to walk away as the wind picked up the flowers and started tossing them about from the bouquet to Sally’s astonishment.

She started to lift her skirt in both hands and chase after them and I couldn’t stand any more and marched myself to her in my corduroys and same frock coat I wore to the funeral–I paid for it I might as well wear it. Read more »

[MF] It’s only a million dollars.

*She made sure to tug down on her top, exposing the graceful curve of her tanned breasts through the deep cut of the flowing white blouse. She had money to win, and this was the finals, after all. With her dark hair in ringlets, full lips, deep, penetrating eyes, and soft, full curves, Amanda had tripped every male contestant into fucking her before the week-long game ended. She wasn’t about to lose now, but there was only one more day to go.*

Grant adjusted his jeans. He could not get comfortable. He was not allowed to touch his own cock except when he was pissing, and even that was getting difficult, as the slightest touch made him get hard. Living with Amanda, alone, on live-stream for a week had been the single most demanding act of sexual self-control he’d ever experienced. But this was it, the final day, a million dollars if he won, and all he had to do was not fuck her, that and, as per the contract they’d both signed, not wait and fuck after either. No contact at all between contestants for a year afterwards or the prize money was gone. It would be too easy to cheat and fuck afterwards, otherwise. Read more »

My first time masturbating (Str8)(f)(Mast)

I sat in the back seat of my dads car watching the world go by as we were driving to the Atlantic coast from Texas. I was bored with the monotony of the endless trees so I began reading a romance novel that I had borrowed from my mom without asking her. In my twelve year old mind romance novels would be about romance, this is not what it was, it was straight up sex. I could not help but continue reading, I felt dirty reading the pages, and I could feel a tingling in my pussy. I looked up at my parents, my mom was asleep and my dad was focused on driving so I started rubbing myself some through my shorts. I felt really nervous about being caught so I pulled my blanket over me, and continued reading. The more I read the more the aching in my pussy increased. Read more »

Don’t Be a Slut (Part 2) [Mf] [assjob]

Ruth felt a familiar wicked sensation as she rode the elevator. She was in a very fancy apartment complex. It even had a doorman. Her client tonight was definitely loaded, and he’d already sent her quite a sum of cash online.

“Don’t be a slut,” she whispered to herself. She was alone in the elevator, but the walls were mirrored, so she could see her wool overcoat, her red hair, and the makeup she’d put on for her client. She felt silly in her ruby high heels, but she also felt powerful. The stirring began where it usually did: somewhere in the small of her belly, deep within her in a place she could never quite reach.

It sort of felt like she had butterflies like she was nervous or anxious. In truth, it was simply unwavering lust. She called it the curse of the eternally horny: a ravenous sexual appetite that spread like flames, the rippling tongues licking Ruth from the inside. Moments like these made her understand what people said about redheaded women: they were kissed by fire. Read more »

Sex with my ex [MM] [Gay]

Never again. I promised myself that I wouldn’t be seen with him again, no matter how much I wanted to be near him. He was impatient and lazy and very frustrating. Why would we get back together again?

But there I was, making out with him in a hotel room.

A little background before we begin. My name is Ryuu Yamamoto. I’m a Japanese immigrant who has been living in the U.S. for 10 years. I’m 20 years old. I’m in college. And it’s my spring break.

I had plans to spend my spring break at my house relaxing, but my mom already made plans for me and her to spend a night in the state capital with a friend of hers and her son to go shopping. I didn’t like the idea, but I didn’t talk back. I’m quite the mommas boy you see, so I pretty much always obey my mom.

So we drove there the next day to met with my moms friend at the hotel. It was all and good fun for the most part. That is until I found out my moms friend was the birth giver of my ex boyfriend, Radu Dalca. As you can expect from two people who had their relationship ruined by arguing, we didn’t speak to each other at all (though my mom did make me shake his hand to be polite). Read more »

I can see you [anal][cheating][slut wife][voy][cuck][FM/FM][Fsub][Mdom] (x-post)

I knew Candice was fucking someone else. I had had my suspicions for a while now. She had been acting a bit… odd. And she had started waking me up in the morning. I’m sure most would say that isn’t too weird – a spouse waking the other up so that party is not late for work? Well, I was prone to sleeping in quite a bit since I had flexible work hours, and she never woke me up because it was “not her job”. True. But recently she had begun helping me get up in the morning. Getting woken up by her gorgeous face and lovely smell of freshly brewed coffee was great. But like I said, she was acting odd and seemed to **need** to make sure I was off to work ‘on time’.

Lucky for me, technology is about as far away from her field of expertise as can be. So after being in a suspicious mindset for a while, I decided to set up logging on the firewall for every URL associated with dating or hooking up. Her phone and her computer used the WiFi, so I knew that if she visited any of those sites or services through either device when she was at home, I’d know about it. Read more »

Chapter3: Beginning

It was already broad daylight when she awoke.

The man who had doing his morning exercise kissed her passionately and said, “Are you awake?

Then… shall we continue where we left off yesterday?”

Having just woken up, her body felt powerless against his forceful advances. Looking into her eyes, he entered her with a low moan. Her body, still highly sensitive, quickly climaxed.

“Hmm…” Ann laid her head softly on his shoulder and groaned.

At that moment, the mobile phone on the bedside table staring to ring. The particular ringtone told him that it was Lily calling.

Jackson was still feeling a little bitter that Ann had passed out the night before, and before he had even really got started¬—it had immediately softened his heart and he had released her.

He had been hoping to have his craving satisfied that morning, but that was before that cursed woman had phoned.

“Hey, Jackson…no…stop…” Ann let out a flirtatious squeal as he continued thrusting.

“Jackson!”

But his movements became increasingly urgent as he gripped her tightly.

Ann, finally getting a little annoyed, tickled him while his eyes were closed, before pushing him away and going to the bathroom to answer the phone. Read more »

Fun With A Cheating Barista [MF][Oral][Cheating][Str8]

My face was lit up with an infectious smile as I walked into the cafe near my work. The familiar jingle of the bells as I opened the door made me smirk. My eyes looked around the place scoping out a place to sit down after I place my order, but it wasn’t hard since the place was practically empty. I go stand in the queue with two other customers; a short petite blonde in her fitness outfit and an older gentleman in his business attire browsing his phone. My gaze fell on the barista behind the counter taking the orders. She wore the most beautiful smile I have ever seen on a human being.

Her hair was a soft brown, like the bark of an oak tree, not dark but simply gentle in any light. It was tied up in a messy bun letting him know she has had a busy day. When it was finally my turn she gave me a bright smile. Her green eyes gave me a quick look over, as mine did her. The few freckles that were sprinkled on her pale face gave her a cute look. Read more »