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[Meta] Too Young For Sex is now The Summer I Grew Up

Hi! The story I drafted under this pseudonym has now been professionally edited and formatted into a novel I’ve titled *The Summer I Grew Up*. I initially released it on my Cotton Nightie Press website, but have now added it to popular story sites like StoriesOnline, Sweek, and Inkitt.

It is currently being nominated for a Golden Clitoride award for best Gay / Lesbian / Gender-Bending story of 2017. So the all-time top story here on SexyStories is gaining a lot of attention out in the world. Thank you all for your support, votes, and comments.

My original pseudonym on this sub was CottonNIghtie and I’ve been writing stories here for over five years now under a handful of other pseudonyms including friends_and_benefits, 2gay4throwaway, lizette_and_kimmy, jacob_molly_camden, hilly_and_ben, and kat_and_renauld.

My first novel, Inseparable (under Bella Chal), started right here on this sub. It’s now moved over 60K copies on Amazon and elsewhere thanks in large part to your feedback and support while I drafted it.

*The Summer I Grew Up* is available for free online. If you like it, please consider going to nominate / vote for it at The Clitorides Awards website. Thanks again and keep an eye out for a new story coming soon! Read more »

Brimstone Series Book 2 – Episode 4

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**Stacey**

‘Hey Stace, I kind of ate the chicken parm in the fridge . . . is that okay? Sorry but I was starving, and it looked so good!’ It was one of the rare nights Abbey was staying home, and that disheveled hair was clue enough to tell me where she’s been.

‘Yeah, that’s fine. I’m not eating in today,’ I replied, voice raising at the end. I didn’t pry, definitely not wanting to know why she was so hungry.

‘Oh really, big date?’ She asked, tone even.

Damn her psychology minor, I didn’t know what gave it away. Though there would be no reason to lie to her; I wouldn’t have to tell her who I was going out with. And besides, she could be great help in helping me choose what to wear.

‘Kind of,’ I said, almost shyly. ‘Although I’m not sure exactly what to wear.’

She nearly leapt off the ground to her feet. ‘Well, what are best friend’s for?’

We spent half an hour playing clothing matchmaker, going through everything in my wardrobe. It’s been a while since I’ve been on a first date so most of it was boring, monochromatic work clothes. Read more »

[MF] Creative Housing Solution part 2 (Freeuse)

Tom gets ready for work, resisting the urge to take care of his massive erection in the shower, wanting to wait and see what happened with his first Foreigne Exchange student. He gets to work, burrying himself in reports and presentations as he tells himself she would not be desprate enough to even respond to his email, despite his colleagues assuring him that there is always one student a year that would accept the offer. Tom gets home to see an email from Emma.

The contract attached to the message and her response asking for a plan ticket as part of the agreement. He smiles as he always appreciate a good negotiation.

Tom agrees, purchasing a first class ticket from Melborn to LAX. He closes the email out, setting out to book her dr appointment and get her room ready, ordering a large assortment of toys, straps, lingere and lubes for his future enjoyment. She would be here in 2 days and he was dying in anticipation… Read more »

[MF] Creative Housing Solution (Freeuse)

Emma got the letter in the mail that she never thought she would. Emma honestly forgot she even applied for it. She was accepted into a very prestigious university in the US. It was part of a foreign exchange program for promoting cultural exchange at the university. She were ecstatic about the oppirtuunity, knowing that all she was leaving behind was a boring retail job by the beach. Emma reads further down to see that tution is covered by the program, but room and board was not. Her heart sinks a little, knowing her savings will almost cover a one way ticket to California where the University is. Emma looks at the included housing options. Southern California is not cheap…She sinks into the couch, tears swelling in her eyes as she sees the monthly rent is more than she could possibly afford. Emma writes off the opportunity, knowing that she cannot make this happen, even though it would change her life forever. She almost throws the letter out till she sees a black buisness card stuffed in the envelop, it has a name and email address on it, with one sentance printed on the back

“If you need creative housing solutions contact me.” Read more »

Fucking My High School Bully [Str8] [m/f] [prost] [Mdom] [reluc]

Blurb: *After years of torture at highschool, James or ‘Little-Dick-Jimmy’ gets his chance to make all of that time worth it by hatefucking his former bully.*

**Author’s Note:** *This is a story of rough sex and ‘hatefucking’. It is in no way a non-consensual story. I wanted to clarify this because I realise there are certain parts may seem like they’re hinting at a rape scenario, but that’s not the case at all. If rough sex, dirty talk, mild violence or hate-sex disturbs you, please do not read on. Otherwise, enjoy.*

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I wasn’t a popular guy in school. I was never any good at sports, I froze up when talking to most people, especially girls and I much preferred keeping to myself. It didn’t help that I was your fairly stereotypical-looking, geek kid. I had to wear braces throughout most of school, I was slim and fragile, and my bright Orange hair was fairly long and very curly, so I definitely stood out in a crowd. But hey, I didn’t have bad acne, so, I guess that was something. Read more »

Dickhiker

The skies were clear and the roads abandoned as I made my way through the long stretch towards home. After a long trip I was uncomfortable and tired, nothing of interest on the road for hours. That is, until I came across Angela. I rounded a curve in the road and as the shrubbery cleared there she was, standing along the edge of the path. Her thumb was out and she had a black duffle bag hanging from her outstretched arm. Her denim shorts hugged her hips tight and her tan blouse barely covered her firm, prominent breasts. Her jet black hair was tied back in a messy bun and her eyes were dark and smoky.
Normally I wouldn’t consider picking up a stranger on an empty country road, but what harm could this petite girl do? I pulled the car to the side of the road a few meters away from her and watched as she scrambled to the passenger door. She tossed her bag carelessly into the back seat and hopped up into the seat next to me.
“Thank you so so much! Nobody else has been down this road for hours!” She beamed, slamming the door as she settled in for the ride. I looked over at her shyly. I hadn’t realized how pretty she was at first, but now I suddenly felt flustered.
“Oh, uh- yeah, no problem. So, where are you headed?” I mumbled nervously, avoiding eye contact.
“Oh just that way!” She giggled, pointing down the road, “I’ll know when I get there. I’m Angela by the way.” I told her my name and we shook hands, her skin was soft and her black chipped nail polish was endearing.
“I hope you like company because I could drive a while with you, if you like having a pretty girl to hang out with.”
She smirked. We exchanged a smile and I laughed softly as I put the car into gear. We started down the road and made small talk for about an hour. After a while we ran out of things to say and sat in silence, the night progressing and the sky getting slowly greyer. With hours more on the road before the nearest motel I started to get anxious. I looked over at her for a moment and then back at the road. Something flickered in my mind and I looked back at her for a moment. My gaze landed in her lap and that was when I noticed it. A very noticeable bulge under her denim shorts.
I couldn’t help but stare. They were short and tight and I felt a subtle twinge underneath my own pants. I continued to stare until Angela looked over at me. I nonchalantly averted my gaze back to the road, hoping that she didn’t notice what I had been looking at. When a few moments had passed and Angela had turned her attention out her window again, I snuck another peek. This time, something was different. My eyes wandered down to her crotch and there it was. A long, errect cock sticking out the side of her shorts. I must have stared far too long in shock because I caught myself veering off the road and had to quickly adjust the wheel. I heard Angela giggle at me and I smiled anxiously. I looked back at her and saw that she was looking right at me, her smile was wicked and she knew how nervous I was.
“Surprised?” She asked coyly. I felt sweat dripping down my brow and my fingers were gripping the steering wheel until my knuckles were white. I stuttered an incomprehensible response that even I couldn’t understand and she began to stroke her cock as she stared at me. I didn’t know what to do. When I first saw her get into my car I was attracted to her, but I hadn’t had any thoughts of anything happening. Now suddenly faced with her exposed cock, I felt a stirring in my pants. My face got hot and I was sweating profusely. Was it her dick that made me feel this way? A hundred thoughts swam through my mind and I felt a mixture of emotions build. Curiosity, shame, arousal, confusion. All at once it built up inside me and I felt flush.
“You like what you see?” She asked. Her hand slowly made its way to my thigh. She squeezed and slid her fingers up to my bulge. I felt my erection twitch and I struggled with the desire to release it from its denim prison. Confusion fluttered in my mind but before I could come to terms with what I was feeling, Angela had reached over and unzipped my jeans. I took a deep breath and allowed her to pull my cock out. Her hands stroked and massage my swollen head and I struggled to keep my eyes on the road as I felt her lean over my lap.
Her lips wrapped around the tip of my cock and I felt her tongue dance down my shaft. Such a tease. I continued staring down the road as she sucked my dick, now and then glancing over and watching her stroke her own erection. Her mouth was magical, she licked and sucked on me like a porn star and I could barely contain my joy as I glided down the abandoned road. After what seemed like an eternity in heaven, but was in actuality most likely only a few minutes, I decided the best course of action would be to pull the car over and continue the fun in a stationary position.
I pulled over onto the dirt path and put the car in park. Angelas mouth never left my cock and I sat back and watched as she deep throated me. I reached my arm over her and let my hand fall gently onto her back. I’ve always been a shy guy and was still a little nervous. I slid my hand up the back of her top and felt her smooth skin. My head rested back against the seat and I moaned quietly as I caressed her back. I felt her reposition herself, her lips still sliding up and down my pulsing rod. When I looked down at her again, I saw that she had unbuttoned her shorts and pulled her erection out. I could clearly see her full shaft and balls completely exposed. I was so confused as this sight made my tingle and twitch. I was even more turned on by this than her actually sucking my dick and it felt strange and good at the same time.
My eyes darted back and forth between her pretty face looking up at me as she gobbled my cock, and to her thick, hard dick. My eyes fluttered and I was getting closer and closer to climax. But there was something I wanted to do, something I was both ashamed and excited for. I knew that she wanted it too, and I took a deep breath and reached down over her shoulder. I grabbed onto her throbbing cock and felt it twitch in my hand. I gently squeezed and stroked up the shaft. The tip gushed a healthy dose of precum at my grasp and Angela moaned, her lips vibrating around my sensitive head.
That moment, that was what pushed me over the edge. Her milky cream dripping down her knob and onto my fingers, her pink lips sliding up and down my pole. I gripped onto the edge of my seat with my left hand and grabbed her cock tightly with the right. I grunted loudly and thrusted my dick up further down her throat. My cock pumped string after string of warm cum into Angela’s mouth. I felt it gushing out between her lips and watched as she swallowed as much as she could. I looked over and realized I had been furiously jerking her off as I came and as she swallowed the last drop of my juices and lifted her head up from my lap, she let out a deep, satisfied moan and released. Hot cream shot from her penis and sprayed all over the seat of the car and my hand. She twitched and writhed as she leaned over me, cumming long ropes and groaning in pleasure.
When she had gushed the last bit of cum from her swollen tip, she pushed herself up off of my lap and sat back in her seat. Cum drenched her shorts and her seat, it dripped down my stick shift and covered my hand. I, too, sat back in my seat, a look of satisfaction and realization on my face. My now limp cock stuck out of my zipper and her laid across her moist thigh. We sat in the car together in silence for a moment until Angela looked over at me and said the words that lead to the most amazing day of my life.
“Round two?”

Fantasy sent to my crush [MF, Cheating-caught, true]

I found this sub and wanted to submit a second story. This was recently sent to a female friend i met on Facebook as we started to grow closer and stronger together, sharing much more than how our day went. She’s married and unhappy, so I thought this might have made her more excited. Enjoy…

So we finally sneak away to the 3rd floor away from the guests downstairs, the both of us walking upstairs with you leading me by the hand. My heart aches for this moment, and by the time we get to the floor, looking into your eyes I can nearly feel it too. Smiling devilishly, we embrace slowly. I’m nervous, heart racing, but eager to do anything and everything as the first contact of your parted lips make contact with mine. The comforting sensation of your warm, moist mouth is quickly pushed aside by the sudden sensation of your eager tongue reaching out for my own, aggressively starting to wrestle in our mouths. I can feel the fabric of your snug, little black dress, my arms embracing you; and take in the scent of your special perfume you’ve reserve for this occasion. Read more »

Fantasy I sent to the one that got away [MF, true, fantasy]

I reconnected with a coworker from years ago. We knew years before this we had a crush on each other but circumstances sent us different ways. We reconnected and admitted we had fantasies about each other. This was a Facebook text I sent to her, so what you’ll be reading is a true, heartfelt feeling. While she and others have told me i should be a writer, this is my first public story and I’m sure i could use criticism and feedback for any future works. And now the following…

I believe when we hung out you had semi-curly hair. Oh how to run my fingers through it and hold you close. Just being in bed with you, on top, moving downwards licking your tummy, eagerly pulling both your shorts and panties off at the same time, taking in the beauty of your thighs, your curves, your womanhood. I never thought if it would be entirely shaved, partially shaved, or just trimmed. I only imagined running my face over it, taking in your scent, feeling any heat it may generate; but not ignoring your thighs and their softness, their sensitivity. I run my tongue quickly downwards sneakingly tasting you, gliding between your legs, and being rewarded with the texture of your calves, the same calves I remember checking out in your skirt when we first met. Just the mind-blowing realization that I’ve often wanted to feel those same calves resting on my shoulders as we would be fucking, and finally feeling them know, two people with a crush on each other indulging in released passion. Read more »

Stubborn (MF, Mdom, SM)

“Now, are you going to behave this time?” He asked. His mouth had a hint of a smile, but still maintained the anger in his voice. Despite the bruises on her ass from the last session, and the tremor of her legs, she defiantly pointed up her nose, scoffing at him. “As if”. All hint of a smile dropped from his face, and he moved quickly, using a flat palm to slap open her legs. He laughed sharply, vindicated by the wetness already growing. Her breath catches as his hand gets closer, only to be denied as he focuses his attention on her breasts. With a smack, he delivers the first blow. “You are to refer to me as Master only, understood?” She whimpers, no reply. A low growl comes out. “I see we’re going to start at the basics. Sit up” She complies, oddly, sitting up on the bed. He pulls a length of soft rope out, it’s silk not changing the roughness with which he lashes her wrists together. She hisses with pain. “Hey, that’s hurting me!” The protest falling on deaf ears. “If you listened from the start, you would still have your hands. However, you’ve lost the privilege of them today. Clearly you don’t know the basics of how this works, so we’re starting over. I command. You comply.” His hand fell across her breast with a crack, louder this time. She moans. “Are you going to listen, then?”
The moan changes to a begrudging groan. “Yes.” Crack “I’m sorry?” Hissing in air through her teeth, you could see how difficult this was for her. “Yes sir.” He pushes a finger barely inside her, still causing a low moan to come out of her. “When you listen, you get rewarded, slut” He smiles. “I had some fun things planned for you, but clearly you’ve got some penance to do.” Flat on her back, she can’t see him as he moves around the dark room. The sound of a belt sliding out and pants dropping are clue enough, but he yanks her up by her neck, causing her to kneel on the bed. “Now. I want you to suck me off. I want you to swallow every drop.” Her eyes sparkle with mischief, making him anger again. He grabs her by her neck, pulling her face close to his. “In this room, I am your master. You do as I say. Un. Der. Stood.” There was no question in his voice, only statement. She tilted her neck down, taking him fully on the first swipe. She gasps as he hits the back of her throat, but he keeps pushing down. As she bobs up and down, he rubs her ass. She moans, humming on his cock. The rubs turn to spanks as she hums and teases. “No teasing, whore.” Swiping her tongue up and down his length, any defiance has vanished as she focuses her energy on only the task before her. A low moan comes out of his mouth, changing to a gasp and then one final push. He cuts down her throat, holding her neck tight. She swallows carefully, rising up to look him in the eye. Sticking out her tongue, a perfect drop of cum falls on the sheets between their legs. His eyes turn dark and he reaches quickly around for her arms, yanking her off the bed and bending her over. She wags her ass in the air, clearly aware of what she’s doing. He grabs his discarded belt off the floor, bringing it down quickly with a loud crack. “Count.” He practically growls it, exasperated. “One” She moans, pushing her ass against his legs. “Two” her ass is already displaying stripes. 10 lashes later, her moans have turned to whispers. She is beginning to break. Crack, “Please sir….” She whimpers. Crack “Please what?” Crack “How many more?” More a cry than a question, he smiles. He drops the belt on the floor and grabs her by her wrists, turning her abruptly around. “So now you’re going to obey?” She whimpers, collapsing towards him. He pushes her back onto the bed, crawling closer. “Listen to me, whore. Are you going to obey now?” Her eyes are closed now. “Yes sir” she whispers. “Good.” Reaching to the side of the bed, he pulls out a vibrating dildo. Her eyes widen as she hears it buzz, and she moans a scared whimper as he pushes it inside her. Her hips begin to buck against his, her clit begging for attention. He swipes a thumb over it, licking up her neck at the same time. The combination arching her back, she moans loudly. “Do you want to cum now, slut?” A cry is his answer as she pushes up against his arm. He kisses up her chest as she continues to squirm and whimper. “You’ve caused me a deal of trouble today, you know that?” She means again, louder. “Do you think you deserve to cum?” She nods desperately, eyes wide. “Please sir. Please let me come.” A bite on the side of her neck, he pulls back suddenly, and turns the dildo off. Now working it in and out only with his hands, he sits back and watches. “Tell me why you think you deserve to cum, whore.” She moans, disappointed but still on edge. “Mmm…I sucked your cock so good today.” A slap lands on the inside of her thigh. “So? Any good slut can do that.” He mocks her from afar, pushing in and up o make her legs quiver. She’s hardly holding on now. “What else have you done. What can a stupid whore like you do to deserve to cum.” He moves closer, growling into her ear. “What makes you think you deserve anything.” She is silent now, moaning and rubbing her hips into the dildo. The occasional brush of a finger against her clit is driving her mad, but he carries on. “I own you. I own your pussy, I own your tits. You’re mine for pleasure. I got what I needed from you, what’s to stop me from leaving you like this, all tied up and whimpering?” His pace quickens, egged on by her cries. “Please….” She whispers, exhausted. “What was that, slut?” He smiles at her weakness. “Please, sir. Please let me cum. I know I don’t deserve it but….” He turns the vibrator back on and her hips rocket up. “Oh god please!” She screams and grits her teeth. The dildo is slapping in and out of her now. He leans in, nipping at her jaw. “Cum, then.”