Category: sexystories

First time writer, struggling to resist his lustful advances [MF] [Mdom] [reluc] [Str8]

(This is my first time sharing an original story, establishing a scene of desperation and a forbidden lust. Am hopefully wanting to develop into a few pieces, but admittedly just the thought of being pinned against a wall really turned me on.)

“We, really shouldn’t…” I moaned softly, your body already inches too close to mine. I was fighting so desperately to hide how I felt, how your presence made me weak.

“Shouldn’t what?” Your sly grin, shoulders square and confident as I stepped back against the wall for my modesty’s sake.

“You’re Meg’s brother,” I curtly reminded you, looking up at your sexy eyes as I tried to calmly sweep the fringe from my view, “I can’t do this, we can’t do this. She’s my best friend. Like, life long best friend. Imagine if…”

I could see you were ignoring me now, absently nodding. Your eyes traced lower, following my neck, down my curves, examining the tight cut of the sundress I’d worn to make the most of outside’s warmth. My skin burned with desire as I realised you were visually undressing me. You pinned an arm against the wall I rested on, getting closer to me, and I momentarily couldn’t help but admire your strength. But only momentarily. Read more »

[MMF] [STR8]The Girl on the Other Side of the Floor

Erin showed up, short with dirty blonde hair, wearing a tank top and tight denim shorts that hugged her toned ass as the perfect exclamation point on the end of those long tan legs. She had been dropping by in increasingly revealing outfits in lieu of any weed.

“You two mind if I hang for a bit?” she said leaning into the door frame so that her already pebbled tits pressed against the thin, white fabric for me to see. She looked like that girl from Seventh Heaven, the one who didn’t get famous, she had these puppy dog eyes that stared at you like drops of honey asking for your attention.

She had started dropping by after introducing herself at one of the parties Rick, my roommate, had thrown. Every few days she would knock on the door and smoke a few bowls of our weed and every time we let her because she was her.

Rick had just gotten out of the Air Force and partied to make up for lost time, I worked at a video game store and played in a shitty band when I had the time, he looked straight laced and I was always looking a few weeks shy of needing a shave or a hair cut or both. Erin wasn’t like the types of girls I normally saw, but she had a boyfriend. Read more »

[MF][mast][voy][BBW][Goth] The Happy Customer part 2

(Link to part 1 in comments you should read that first )

“That fucking asshole”

I slammed down the phone. I fucking knew he would leave me for the first chick who made it easy for him. I “challenged” him… and worked my ass off to satisfy his needs but his limp dick still couldn’t get up. He convinced himself it was my size that turned him off. Fucking prick seems to forget how much he drinks every night. I can only do so much with whiskey dick. And lord knows i tried. With our one year anniversary coming up I even hired my friend to take those boudoir pictures of me. They were so fucking hot… Well shit.. What do i do with 10 8×10 nude pictures of me?

A few nights later I was talking to my friend who took the pictures. She is the one who had the idea of selling them online. I’m still fairly certain she was joking but when i got home that night I couldn’t help thinking of how exciting it would be to just send these pictures into the aether. And hell! I could make a few bucks in the process. It was worth a try right? Read more »

[FF][mast] The Tutor pt. 8

Sorry this update took so long. Spring Break sucked all my time away.
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Chapter 8
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Alicia’s roommate was out for the night, so there were no awkward questions to answer about her bruised face and arm when she got back to her room. After a long, hot shower, Alicia dressed in a plain gray nightshirt and white cotton panties. She double-checked the lock on her door, climbed into her twin bed, and turned to face the painted cinder block wall.

There was an ugliness growing inside her. It had weakened her somehow. Alicia had always considered herself strong, but now the idea of facing Dillon in Sociology made her physically ill from fear. The idea of others finding out how stupid she’d been left her shaking. That confidence she’d possessed all her life had suddenly blown away like morning mist. She had no idea how to get it back.

Painful thoughts circled endlessly. Megan’s utter rejection. Dillon’s cruel rape. Her own guilt about using Adam and Carlos for her own pleasure. The spiral of self-hate swirled around her until she felt crushed by it. There was no spark of light to show her the way out. In those darkest hours before morning, Alicia seriously considered how she might permanently end her misery. Read more »

My Spanish Teacher [mF] [Latina] [Mild Raceplay][Size fetish] [4,000 words] [Fiction] [Ongoing]

# **Chapter 1 | Jacob**

I stuffed my dick back into my jeans for like the hundredth time. Whatever position I tried, it still looked like there was a fucking sausage down there. I’d gotten by over the summer with a desperate combination of gym clothes, loose cotton PJs, and swim trunks, but school didn’t permit “casual apparel” during class hours.

Honestly, I hadn’t realized how bad it was until I tugged a fresh pair of Levi’s up over a fat slab of morning wood, and walked by the full-length mirror next to my door.

It looked like a banana, except bananas don’t grow that long.

“Goodbye, dorky reputation,” I smirked, shamelessly admiring the rest of me.

I looked pretty good. A definite B minus on looks. I took after my mom, thank God, who was — not be gross or anything — a *super* hot blond, and while I was getting pretty muscular for my age. Having no friends, eating like a pig, and working out on your dad’s neglected Bowflex all summer had certainly changed my body.

I even had real, actual, no bullshit abs, not that anyone outside my family had ever seen them. Read more »

Tinder Date [Mf] [oral] [anal] [creampie] [facefuck] [squirt] [mast]

Everyone seemed to have these amazing experiences on Tinder. Not me. I went on some dates. Some were fun. Some weren’t. But they were just … dates. What do you do for fun? What’s your family like? No, thanks. I’d been in a relationship for the last four years. I wanted to swipe right, match up and put my cock down the throat of a stranger until I came.

A friend told me this was all part of the process. Some women were down to fuck on the first date. Some were not. It was only a matter of playing the odds.

I decided I’d go on ten dates. If even I got laid on one, I’d consider it a success.

Seven dates in and I realized I was burning through my money. I needed a new strategy. I’d be much more direct in my messaging with these women.

I had five conversations going. At some point, they’d ask when we were going to meet, at which point I’d say, “Look, there’s obviously a connection between us and I’d love to meet in person, but in the name of honesty, I don’t want to waste your time or mine. I’m looking for something very casual.” Read more »

The Married Couple [F][M]

Wanda and Hector were happily married. However, the once *frequent* and *passionate* banging sessions, on this or that randomly selected piece of furniture around the house, had slowly become *passionate* banging sessions on random places around the house, and inexorably evolved into sex in bed *some* Saturday nights.

This Saturday evening was a routinely cliche one. The room was dimly illuminated by a lamp over the night-table next to the bed and the glare of a flatscreen against the wall. They both sat on bed, wearing their matching silky cream pajamas, resting on overly stuffed pillows and tugged by the waist under an almost equally stuffed comforter.

She read a couple’s counseling book, one-handedly, with her half-moon glasses on. While he watched some Netflix’s original series, with the tv remote lazily resting on his right hand over the bed.

As with most couples, ten years of marriage had slowly ground what little privacy they had when they were single. In fact, there was little, if anything, to hide to the other and they were very open as to what they did in plain sight of the other. Read more »

She Was My Little Fleshlight [Mf]

After back-to-back conferences, meetings and presentations for a month straight, Gordon wanted to do nothing but head back home, take a shower and go to sleep. Work had taken a serious toll on his personal life; at 32 he had a divorce and 2 kids that he never spoke too. His college friends had all moved on and started successful and happy families. For Gordon, his happiness came from closing deals and seeing his bank account go up. Out of his whole social circle, he was the wealthiest. He drove the latest cars, had the biggest house and of course, attracted the most beautiful women. Despite the success, Gordon missed his childhood sweetheart, Rachel. He tried for years to get her back and finally stopped until he heard she had gotten engaged to another man. This sent him into a spiraling depression that led him to develop a misogynistic and sexist view on women. He wanted women simply for the physical pleasure they provided and completely blocking any emotional attachment to them. Read more »

Satisfaction [F] [Fsub] [bd] [exh] [anal]

She had never done anything like this before, and she was so nervous she was shaking. When her husband had suggested it, she was shocked at first. Eventually, after what seemed like hours of debating and negotiating she had finally agreed to give it a try. He had picked up the phone and made the reservations. When the date had finally arrived, the ride there went back and forth between awkward silence and his repeated questions asking if she was okay and still going to do it. Of course, she had assured him she was fine even if she wasn’t sure she was.

 

They had pulled into the club around six o’clock, just as the sun was starting to set. It was a large building and completely unmarked. From the outside you wouldn’t have any idea what went on there. She held her husband’s hand as they walked inside. She stood quietly near the door while her husband talked to the woman at the front desk. The woman was young and wore a skimpy black dress. It made her uncomfortably aware of her own conservative and somewhat shapeless dress. She shifted her weight from side to side restlessly. Her husband and the young woman finished talking and she realized she hadn’t caught a word of the discussion. Read more »

[MF][mast][voy][BBW][Goth] The Happy Customer part 1

This is a work of fiction based on a fantasy that surrounds something that happened (i.e. I did see the craigslist ad.. .and never replied to it). It might not be the sexiest of writing but it is rooted in a lot of truth. This is my very first attempt at writing something like this. I will be posting Part 2 from the woman’s perspective in a few days at which point it will be sexier and far less based in reality.

I was a lonely grad student with debt up to his eyeballs and living in a glorified closet of an apartment. Between studies and work I had so little time for a social life. Women were a thing I could fantasize about and enjoy in my quiet times before bed by the glow of my junk CRT monitor scrolling through pictures and videos on the internet. Occasionally I would get creative. Instead of looking at the porn sites I would try sexy personals sites or craigslist. Not necessarily to find a hookup but to place in my mind a fantasy of what it would be like to find someone on one of these sites and just have hot casual meaningless sex with them. As a virgin who had some back seat dry humping way back in high school and a topless chest to chest makeout session in college I had so little to use as reference from real life experiences of sex. But I would surf and fantasize and masturbate to these vision in my head of what it would be like to reply and hook up with some random stranger. But then i saw that ad on craigslist. That ad stuck out at me so much and I don’t know why. Read more »