Category: sexystories

Drug-fueled Group Sex in a Berlin Club [MMFF][Reality][Long]

My sex life can, as a first approximation, be divided into a*MDMA* and p*MDMA*: ante and post MDMA, respectively.

Hour Zero p*MDMA* corresponds to right around 2am, on some generic Sunday in the late fall of 2014. The spot was a surprisingly large toilet stall at Stattbad Wedding, a club nestled into the catacombs beneath a derelict swimming pool in northern Berlin. Five twenty-somethings, more or less nervous. More or less drunk. Among them *Justine*, a red-haired Canadian girl, one of my closest friends. The others were *Nathan*, a friend of Justine’s from South Africa, and two girls he had brought along. The pretty but quiet Belgian girl had been the last to squeeze inside, barely managing to lock the door behind her. At the center of it all was *Yael*, with one knee on the closed lid of the toilet and her mind on the precision work she had to perform.

I had first met Yael earlier that night, drinking Gin Tonics for Justin’s birthday at her place. When, shortly after midnight, the birthday girl decided to hit the road none of the others from our usual little gang could be motivated to come along. So, at the front door, they turned right, towards the subway and a future of stinging regrets. Read more »

ASIAN GIRL THREESOME, PT. 1 [Mff] [oral]

When my girlfriend and I were together, we booked a trip to Miami for the first week in July. And then, we broke up. Since I’d booked the trip and paid for it all, I decided to keep the vacation and just go by myself.

I arrived in Miami at 5pm, went to a nearby sushi restaurant for some quick dinner, and then I checked in. I crashed on the bed, took a nap, woke up, watched some TV and planned out my trip. Cuban food here. A day on the beach tomorrow. Head to Wynwood for some Instagram photos.

And of course, I’d hit up Tinder and see if there was any pussy I could bury my cock in while I was on vacay.

And as I was planning, I heard a roar of laughter coming from outside. I went onto the balcony and looked down and lo and behold, I found the hot tub. And two smoking hot Asian girls.

They were splashing each other, laughing. Giggling. And then, one of them took her phone out and screamed, “SELFIE!”

As she readied her phone, the other girl yanked her friends bikini top off and said, “TOPLESS SELFIE!” Read more »

Mrs Wu’s Sexual Reawakening (pt 1) [F] [mast]

First story I’ve written (and had a LOT of fun writing)! Hope you like it, I always love the idea of a sex starved milf :P More parts to come!

The soft morning light creeped through the gap between her window curtains, bathing the room in a warm, delicious yellow. Mia Wu’s eyes opened ever so slightly, enjoying the weight of the bed covers and gave a slow stretch and yawn. *Sunday*, she thought, *it’s so rare to get a morning just to myself.* Blinking a few times, Mia thought back to the busy week she just had. Meetings at the office, going for runs, trying to catch up with friends, and to top it all off, taking care of her son William.

*Sunday is my day, well, at least this morning is mine.* As a single mother, Mia hardly found time for herself and enjoyed every moment when she could just put aside her responsibilities as a mother and businesswoman and relax. Her hands slid under the covers of the bed, down her silk nightgown and along her waist. Almost as if naturally, her hands found their way to the comfort of the warmth between her legs and she began to softly move her fingers around. Read more »

The guy next door [Mm]

I look at the news these days and shake my head. Scout masters, Catholic priests, Cardinals, bankers, teachers, all sorts, all arrested, charged and often convicted of child molestation or sexual assault, or whatever the damned else they want to call it. The bottom line is the same, some male, at about 999 men to one woman, was playing sex games with a child.

So fucking what? It’s no fucking different now than it was when I was a boy. The kiddy fidlers are still fucking kiddies. Used to be called “rock spiders” when they were in prison, and who they were before they were arrested. Don’t know what they call them these days, don’t care.

So get over it guys, no-one really gives a fuck about what happened to you twenty years ago, except neswspapers and tv clowns, makes for good business and that’s about the extent of it. Some prosecutor can make a name for themselves, for a while, perhaps get themselves elected as a DA or maybe even Governor, maybe get a plum job somewhere in Washington. They can go home at night drink their high class whiskey, fuck their trophy wives and watch their kids through their first overdose. They don’t give a fuck for us. Read more »

The Twenty-First Birthday Drive [MF]

*“Do we know what we are doing for your twenty-first birthday?”*

*“No. I don’t even think Dad has thought that far ahead. I don’t think he realises he has an adult daughter.”*

*“I wonder if he would be put out if we went on holiday over birthday, Christmas and New Year. I want to do something Stuart did in 1967.”*

*“Which is?”*

*“An epic drive between Cairns and Sydney.”*

*“Can we afford that?”*

*“Yes we can. I was awarded a Christmas bonus early for the work I have done in the
department this year. We couldn’t take on all the enrolments. That and my doctorate have made me a very busy boy and I want time away from everything and everyone so it is just the two of us.”*

*“I like that idea. I don’t have the dependence on family like some do. Dad hardly ever stays with us. He probably thinks the apartment is too small. I think Chris will be upset about me not coming home, but I am sure he will understand.”* Read more »

Beloved – [Str8][Les][prost][lac]

“The cows have come and have brought us good fortune. In our stalls, contented, may they stay! May they bring forth calves for us, many-coloured, giving milk for Indra each day. You make, O cows, the thin man sleek; to the unlovely you bring beauty. Rejoice our homestead with pleasant lowing. In our assemblies we laud your vigour.” – The Rig Veda

Dearest Priya,

I know that you can never read this letter. Even if I could find you again, it is forbidden for me to touch pen and paper. Such things are not permitted for temple girls. I feel that I must try, though, to set down these thoughts which are buzzing in my head like flies. A girl was attacked earlier this week. I heard it on the radio. She was a tourist from Sweden, and a group of men attacked her in a temple in Dhar. They held her down and they took turns with her. Nobody will find them of course. The newspapers are aflame with anger, but listen on the street corners and you will hear people say “oh, she was improperly dressed, she showed her breasts and legs, ants will go where the sugar is.” Read more »

Shannon’s Baby [Mf][Mdom][Fsub][preg]

“Shit…” Shannon muttered under her breath as she jumped in the car. She was late to work for the second time this week. Her boss was going to be furious if she didn’t get in on time. She sped off down the road, skipping her normal stop for coffee at Starbucks. Caffeine would just have to wait until after she got checked in at work.

As she made the turn out of her little neighborhood, she got lucky and hit the next three lights on green. Things were looking up; maybe she would make it on time after all! She zipped across town and made it into the parking lot at 8:57. “Three minutes, I can’t believe I made it!” she thought as she slid out of the car and strutted across the parking lot hurriedly.

She popped into the office and beamed a smile at her boss in his office. “Good morning, sir!” she said cheerfully, thankful that she hadn’t gotten off on the wrong foot by being late. Read more »

Help, My Clit is Missing! A Daxter T. Connors Adventure [MF] [Sci-Fi] [voy]

After his morning run, a stationary affair inside of a Cool Bubble overlooking State Street from his downtown New Santa Barbara office, Daxter released a sigh of contentment. He was in peak physical condition, sipping at a cool glass of water and dabbing his forehead with a soft cloth.

The temperature had reached a balmy 134 Fahrenheit, but it was a comfortable 72 indoors, and in the Cool Bubble, a chill 55. Within the confines of a Cool Bubble was the only place one could find temperatures that could be considered “cold” these days, what with the nuclear summer sticking around longer than Daxter would have liked.

A solitary beep from his D-Vice, sat upon his cluttered office desk, caught his attention. Daxter, New Santa Barbara’s most prestigious private investigator, had been busy in recent memory, a treat considering the almost non-existent crime rate in New Santa Barbara County since the adoption of the death penalty for even the most mundane of crimes. Last week, a 44 year old man from New Oakland had been executed for having a wank in a movie theater. Some objected, but in the end, the law is the law. Read more »

The Wreckage [Str8][oral][cheat]

There is something wrong with me, although you wouldn’t know it at first.

I was high as a kite and drunk that night. My foot pressed hard to the floor so that the white lines of the road blurred and whirled away past me into the night. I gripped so hard to the wheel that my fingers ached, throwing the car into the corners so that the tyres screeched desperately, trying to hold fast to the road. She never stood a chance, and neither did I. I had only the briefest impression of her, eyes and mouth wide open O’s of terror, skin white as snow in my headlights, her black hair flowing into the wind and rain. The sound surprised me. Like a coke can thrown into a wall, a dense thick sound of metal and water. My windscreen crazed, sending thick bolts of frosted lightning out from the spot where her forehead kissed the glass, and I slammed on the brakes. The car spun round in the road and my body hung heavily against the belt for a terrifying second. The enormous forces hurled me sideways, then dropped me and I rolled back, dazed into my seat. Read more »

Bad Sex: His uncle’s mistress Chapter 7[Mmf]

The car drove up the gravel drive to the villa. Alessa got out and followed him inside to a spacious living-room-slash-office space with a glass wall at the far end and a cream leather couch. Minimalist bookshelves and a desk in the other corner with a globe nearby.

“What’s up?” Brian asked casually, walking the length of the room.

He had poured a glass of wine (he hadn’t offered her one) and was now sitting on the sofa rigid and stern, like he was about to discipline her. The sunlight streamed through the window behind him, somehow amplifying his charismatic and elegant demeanor. Like a sexy Jesus, she thought. Laughed, swatted the idea down, and sat down in the armchair opposite him.

Alessa wrung her hands and squirmed in the armchair. I’m mad, she thought. Asking for help from the guy that raped you. Yep, you’re stark raving mad. But then, what choice did she have? This man was a major business partner with her fiancé, Jose, she knew. Surely, Jose would have to leave her peacefully if tis man vouched for her?

Oh, fuck it all.

She plucked up the courage and asked: “I…I want you to help me get rid of Jose.” Read more »