Category: sexystories

The Heir of the Night Part One [FM] [NC] [BD] [fantasy]

This is the first part of a story I’m working on. I’d greatly appreciate any feedback.

**This first part does not contain any sex

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Leaves crumbled under my feet as I ran hastily through the woods. The dark night only allowing me to see slight shapes of trees. Their thin braches whipping my face and tearing at nightgown. Behind me I could hear the faint sounds of fighting. An explosion caused my head to jerk back seeing flames rising from the now lost capital of Afrela. Before I was able to turn my head I slammed into something hard, knocking me on my back against the raw ground.

“Well, look what we have here.” A throaty voice rang through the woods.

I could not see the source of the voice, but quickly pulled myself as far away as I could before my back hit a cool stone. I heard the sound of boots heavily hitting the ground and a blade being drawn as the shape slowly came into shape. It appeared to be a tall, dark man.

“Who are you?” The figure spoke authoritatively. Read more »

Dumb, big-titted college girl Hannah gets what’s coming [MMF] (big boob objectification)

At the local town college, a few of the male students were talking outside of class. It was the first week of the semester and all the students were settling in. “Have you guys seen that girl Hannah? The one with those massive tits who was wearing that low cut top? Her tits are awesome!” The other two guys had a look of confusion.

“You know, the one who asked that dumb question at the start of class about what we had to do to enrol? She stood up twice to reask her question, and the professor started to get annoyed.” Mark, the first student continued. “Oh yeah, I remember her. That was great, it gave me a couple more chances to check out her rack. They are nice comfort cushions.” the second student Patrick said. “I don’t remember her,” Mitchell, the third student said. “That’s because you don’t know shit from a shovel, Mitch. You don’t come to college to study, you come here to get off with a bunch of dumb, college floozies. Geez…”

The bell for class rang and they headed back. Read more »

Short [mmf] story fiction (more like an excerpt)

Bri smiled and looked into my eyes, she lovingly ran her fingers through my hair, softly instructing me she said, ” you’re doing great, his cock is all nice and slippery wet, now stick your tongue and open your throat like I showed you”.
She gently pushed my head down, driving his cock deeper, “just relax honey, fully accept every inch”, Bri sweetly encouraged as she massaged my throat.
“You’re a natural at this! you must be really be enjoying it!” She was right I was hooked, I really liked sharing dick with my best friend. After all it was her bj performance on me that inspired my desire to join her.

MILF Wife: Mrs. Anal’s Wedding [mF, anal, oral]

(The following takes place a month after the first “MILF Wife” story. The story has now changed to third-person omniscient)

Mrs. Anal had been living with Hubby after divorcing her husband. “After a month of abstaining, it’s finally time for your MILF initiation”, he told Mrs. Anal. She had signed the contract agreeing to be his MILF wife and all that was left was for her to follow through on her fulfillments.

“Fucking finally”, she said back. “What do I need to do”? “Get your old wedding dress for starters”, Hubby told her. “I don’t care if it doesn’t fit, your massive titties and ass will look super sexy regardless. I’m going to take you somewhere special and use every single one of your holes to christen our marriage.”

A day or two later, Hubby and Mrs. Anal went to the woods at night. They went in pretty deep to assure that they wouldn’t be disturbed. Hubby set up a lone couch in the middle of a clearing. Mrs. Anal and him got out of the truck and she went to change behind a tree. After a while, she emerged from behind him. Read more »

Everyone’s Girlfriend Chapter 02 [MF] [cheating] [exh]

After cleaning up in the shower – which involved a lot of giggling, rubbing and more soap suds than he had ever thought possible – Tom and Kaley towelled off, threw their swimming gear back on and headed out to the beach. “Darryl will get suspicious if I stay here all day.”

Tom stayed quiet. It was more difficult to stave off his guilt in the light of day. Out of the steamy bathroom, out of the fantasy world that he had been living in for the past half an hour, his conscience was twisting his stomach into knots.

Kaley didn’t seem to mind, though. She was looking hale and hearty, having completely gotten over her hangover, and her cheeks were flushed from exertion as she downed an energy drink and raced for the beach. Tom followed at a distance, carrying his board and trying to figure out how he was going to look Darryl in the eye.

As it turned out, Darryl naturally suspected nothing. He greeted them with gusto, slapping Kaley’s ass and kissing her on the cheek as Tom tried not to think about what he had been doing just twenty minutes earlier. Rather than try and catch any waves, he lay back on the sand and flipped on his sunglasses, simply enjoying the hot sun beating down on his skin. Read more »

An Offer for an Officer [MFM]

I didn’t see the cruiser parked amidst the weeds in the median until we were practically on top of it. Given the circumstances, though, who could blame me? My wife, Lacey, and I had enjoyed a wonderful night out with another couple, friends of ours, getting dinner at a new Thai place in Springfield and then enjoying some live music at a bar down the street. I’d had a couple of drinks at the bar, but Lacey and her girlfriend had several, chatting over the insistent bass of the band and catching up on work gossip. She was feeling horny as soon as we’d got in the car for the thirty-minute drive home, her hand finding my crotch before I even buckled my seatbelt.

As soon as I made the highway outside the city, my fingers started searching for her sex as well. I trailed my fingers from her knee up to her hip and then back down, slipping my hand up under the white peasant skirt she’d chosen for the evening, squeezing her thick thigh. I kept moving upward in a series of squeezes until I found a pair of lacy panties already damp with want. She let out a low satisfied groan as I started to stroke her through the thin fabric. Read more »

[YFOM] [oral] [blkmail] [reluc] Suck it up! (Graduation part one)

The day has come. Graduation. Alexa has worked hard & can finally focus on her future. Alexa was looking stylish in her white dress & checking her cap & gown when she was told one of her professors needed to see her ASAP. She hurried to meet him in his classroom. It was empty & he asked her to lock the door because the matter was private & urgent.

Her teacher, Eric Blass, is 39 & white with glasses & short brown. He informs her that there’s an issue with the financial balance & if it’s not taken care now, she will not be able to graduate today. Alexa is visibly upset & panicking. She has no means if fixing it. It would take her a couple of weeks. Mr. Blass slightly smirks before telling her that maybe they could work something out.

“I could pay this right now so you can graduate today. You could pay me back later. However…I will need some sort of insurance that you will hold up your end”. Alexa was excited but puzzled what she could do for insurance. Read more »

Across the Black Seas of Infinity [FFM] [cosmic horror]

Author’s note: I am eager for feedback, so please leave a comment. In a top-level comment I will post links to the whole series as it develops, as well as a link to my other writing.

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Abigail Carter hurried across the Twisted Quad through the New England rain and bowled into the glass doors of the Jermyn Hall of Anthropological Studies, nearly knocking down a girl who was reluctantly emerging into the downpour. She made a hasty apology as the other student pushed out into the rain, and then threw back the hood on her sweatshirt and tried to shake the clinging wetness off her clothes.

The sky outside was quickly darkening as the storm rushed in and the sun set, and Jermyn’s lobby was emptying out as students fled the campus for whatever festivities their Friday evenings held. Abigail would have prefered to join them, but she had no choice other than to obey the summons she had received by email that afternoon.

“Miss Carter,” it read, “Please come to my office this afternoon at five to discuss your midterm. — Professor Ward.” Read more »

ROOKIE COP CAPTURED BY WHORES !!! [str8] [Fdom] [Reverse Gangbang] [NC] [BD] [Huml] [Blkmail] [oral] [StrapOn]

Officer Dan responding to a call from Angela (a police dispatcher), saw them in front of the alley, congregating again.

*Jesus, these hookers are like cockroaches; you just can’t get rid of them* he thought to himself as he turned on the red & blue lights of his patrol car.

Dan thought about calling it in, but decided against it; he wasn’t very well liked by his fellow cops these days. Nothing good would come from mentioning this to dispatch.

Officer Rosita, his former partner had just been assigned desk duty, pending an investigation thanks to testimony that Officer Dan had provided to Internal Affairs. *Bitch is lucky I didn’t file a sexual harassment charge against her too for all of her little comments and groping.*

Stepping out of his cruiser, Officer Dan was an imposing figure 6’2”, lean bicyclist’s build with classic Italian features (dark curly hair, dark complexion and eyebrows that were a tad too thick).

“OK ladies, you know the drill. Vacate the area or I’ll run you in.” Dan said to the streetwalkers as he approached them. *Diverse group tonight* Dan thought as he looked the whores over; it was a mishmash of big hair, weaves, long nails, mini-skirts, thigh high boots, high heels, spandex and booty shorts that were one or two sizes too small. Read more »

[MF] [Oral] Forgive Me, Father, For I Have Sinned

*Bivona, Sicily, 1963. August.*

You splash water in your face, run the razor one last time over your jawline and then put it away in its delicate, silk-inlaid box. The sun is already high and warm on the morning sky, and you revel in the sensation of it caressing your skin as you walk naked back into your spartan bedroom. Clothes, black on black, are laid on out on the dresser; the frock hangs separately on its hanger, the last thing you will don before venturing out to tend to your flock.

Socks first; you revel in your own nudity, and is loathe to restrict what is, unarguably, a pretty impressive member. In its current state, the last of the morning glory fading, it swings heavy and semi-hard between your thighs, with the soft sack a nice, plump handful underneath. You let the sun roast your tan skin for a few seconds more before reaching down and pulling on your trousers, the soft, black slacks nestling around your muscular thighs and firm buttocks with a reassuring tightness. You might be a priest, but no one can deny that you look good. Damn good. Read more »