Category: sexystories

Hard pressed [mf][femdom][tribute]

##Hard Pressed
###MF/Femdom/Tribute

It was a grey, cloudy morning as Cliff and Marcie Iver sat round the kitchen table, not really saying anything much.
Marcie speechlessly sipped her cup of coffee as she got up to put her plate away, and fetch her keys off the hook on the wall. Cliff picked at his eggs as he read the newspaper, the same one that fired him just four months ago. “Fucking Internet taking over everything”, he thought to himself, as he shook it angrily whilst turning a page. Marcie put on her coat and went out the door, not giving a glance to Cliff.

Cliff watched as Marcie left for her shift as a nurse’s aide, the run down sedan cranking up, then the windshield wipers scraping the thin veneer of ice that formed on the windshield.
“Fuck I’m going to do with myself?” thought Cliff as he went to the fridge, contemplating his daily morning habit of drinking a case of beer. He got the pack and made his way to the living room sofa, setting it upon the end table and cracking one open. As usual, he began his ritual of flipping through adverts and morning TV, settling upon repeats of the “Mary Tyler Moore Show”, a show him and Marcie oft watched together. Read more »

Little Lion Romance [F/m]

*Slight Ageplay*

The freshman boy walked quietly down the hall, humming to a tune in his head. The young man was wearing a tshirt, inscribed with some 80s band, and a pair of jeans, a black belt looping through. His backpack was slung around his shoulders, an olive green color. The halls were rather empty, except for the few kids who had stayed for clubs like he had. Finally, he turned down the hall and smiled as he saw a young woman at the end, patiently waiting for him.

The woman had toffee colored skin, lithe and tall, her hair cascading down her back, but a few locks went over her eyes and collar bone. She was wearing a maroon sweater, and a pair of light blue jeans, a necklace around her neck. She had several books in her hands, holding them against her stomach, a tote bag around her shoulder.

“Hello Sam” She flashed a pearly white smile to the young man.

“Hi Priya!” He smiled at her before glancing behind him then around, before quickly giving her a hug, his arms around her waist. She obliged into the hug, holding the hooks with one hand so she could place her hand on his back, rubbing gently. Read more »

Sister’s Mesh Short Inquiry [inc] (via r/NaughtyFamilyDiary)

My sister wants to buy a pair of mesh shorts for her new boyfriend, apparently. He plays basketball, like me, and sis thought it would be a nice gift early in their relationship.

She brought it up today while we were both watching TV on the couch. I can’t remember the show, but I was wearing mesh shorts at the time. Not because I had just finished a game of pick up, though. It was hot and I was expecting a lazy day. So I threw on mesh shorts in lieu of boxers and proper pants; in other words, I was going commando.

Sis had no idea. When she jumped on the couch next to me and noticed the shorts, she immediately started with questions.

“Are those comfy?” she asked, pointing down at my crotch. She sat with both legs tucked up on the couch, knees together an inch from my leg.

“What, the shorts? I guess,” I replied, shifting slightly under her gaze. “Why?”

“Oh, Billy needs some. I wanted to buy him a really comfy pair, something that will make him think of me when he’s out with the boys. So, those are soft? Breathable?” she continued. Read more »

The Best Friends Boyfriend (part 2) (MF)

It had been weeks since the incident, 5 weeks 3 days almost exactly in fact, and she had been avoiding him like the plague. She had made excuses not to go to Sam’s at first, but it was getting to a point where Sam was starting to ask if she had done something, so Fliss had had to go back to their usual arrangement, but she made sure to not be left alone with him at all. The first time he’d answered the door to her he had looked right at her and just smiled, and god her pussy had spasmed half way to orgasm right there on the doorstep. But the fact remained, he was still with Sam, he hadn’t tried to call, or text, so it was one night, one stupid mistake, and he had clearly drawn a line under it, and so should she.

She woke up at Sam’s and rolled over, next to her on the bed was a note. It was from Sam, stating that she had been called in to some meeting or something and would be back after lunch. Fliss groaned, there was no way she’d get out of this house without waking him, she needed a shower and some breakfast as she was off to work. She ran through a couple of casual conversations in her head. She sounded stupid in every single one. Read more »

[MF] Plumbing the Depths (male dominant)

Carolyn woke up late thanks to a last minute rush to get a paper written for her morning class. She figured since it was the class that had kept her up until 4am she didn’t need to go. The paper had been turned in online last night and she’d given this morning over to decadence.

When she finally flipped her covers over and sat up into the cool air it was almost noon. She brushed her hair and threw on some comfy flannel lounge clothes before stepping out into the common area she shared with Helena. Carolyn though Helena had classes at 1 and so should be leaving soon for a couple hours. Time enough for a shower and maybe some play time. She felt a familiar tingle start to grow in her gut.

“Bitch, you almost slept all day,” Helena called brightly as she saw Carolyn. She gave Carolyn a good morning hug and peck on the cheek. “Paper kept you up, huh? I got to scoot. University Housing finally sent a guy around to fix the disposal.” Helena looked over her shoulder towards the kitchen and then mouthed silently, “He’s *cuuuuute*.” Read more »

Jerkins Sexual Hospital [Mf, Ff, MFf]

*I highly suggest you read the opening to the story, as it establishes a lot of important visuals, and helps the story to make a tiny bit of sense(which I think is important in a fantasy). If, however, you wish to skip straight to the action, scroll to the line with the big, bold beep.*

It was 8 o’clock on a Monday morning, and Claire Reed was getting ready for her first day at the hospital. She had done a few training modules on the hospital computers, but this was her first real day on the job. Wrapped in a towel from her morning shower, she took a moment to admire her new name tag.

“Nurse Reed,” she read aloud. In smaller text below was her full title, ‘Clarence Reed, RN.’ She had dreaded being called by her full first name here, as she always thought it sounded pretentious, but everyone here went by their last name. The two letters following her name made her nervous. *RN* Claire wasn’t a real nurse. She had never finished her nursing degree, but she knew enough. She figured she would be able to bs her way through the interview process of a place that calls itself a “sexual hospital” as long as she was really hot. She was. Read more »

Wild Roses pt. 16: Student [bd] [fsub]

“Hooh.” Autumn said with a whistle as Summer finished recounting the events in the temple.

“Good call on getting out of there in a hurry.” Spring said with a nod. “There wasn’t a lot of traffic in the square, but I’m thinking we should probably get off the road for a while, too.”

Summer nodded. “Where, though?”

“I’m sure somewhere will turn up.” Autumn said with a shrug, and together the three of them picked up the pace to put as much distance between themselves and the temple hill as they could, as quickly as possible.

In the mid-afternoon, they came to another small town, and deciding that leaving a trail might be somewhat undesirable, sent Spring through town to buy some rations from the market, while Summer and Autumn made a wide circle around it instead. On the other side, they met back up, and Spring offered her sisters a pair of small roast birds and day fresh bread, and quickly they kept along the road, looking for places to go to ground. Read more »

Asleep on the train [Sleep play][Oral][F-Futa]

edit: changed perspective to make this more accessible. If you want the old version, second person pov, I’ll put a link in the comments

*A story I wrote a long time ago for an old friend. The characters are futa and female, but the futa stuff doesn’t really add that much. It’s easy to pretend it’s a man if you like. I also keep character descriptions very vague so if that’s important to you imagine them up now before starting :)*

“What’re those?” I ask my friend Sophie as she drops a couple tablets into her hand.

“Sleeping pills,” she says, “I just want to be asleep for the ride, and then wake up when it ends. This will give me 8 solid hours.”

I nod and watch her take the pills. We’re on a an early morning train in Rome, about to head to Paris. It’s usually a straight 12 hours but we got cheaper tickets by taking a longer trip. First we have this 8 hour train ride. Then we stop at a station and get off at a small town where the train company has provided us with a hotel to stay in for the day. The town is supposed to be nice anyway. Then take the night train to Paris, which is another 6 hour ride. Read more »

Club Ruin…The beginning [MF][long]

People often ask me how I came to own this place, a shrug and a chuckle is my usual reply. You see I don’t really remember. Scotch and cards probably had something to do with it. I just woke up one morning with the keys to club Ruin in my pocket.

It’s a, off the beaten path kind of place, blank industrial facade, it’s grey face covered in grime from all the commuters that slide past everyday in a hurry to make it through the rat race. One lone door stands sentry, next to a sign announcing my business.

I was not impressed, when I pulled my car up in the middle of the day. I had been hoping for glitz and glamour. A place where twenty-something’s spent their time and money searching for a night of ecstasy.This was not that place. No one would willingly want this place. Probably why it was now mine. I rubbed my forehead, trying to erase the sharpie word SUCKER that must have been put there last night. Read more »

[Mf] Better Living Through Chemistry (pseudo-incest, dub-con, sleep play, age play)

It’s not my fault.

There’s just so much a man can resist. Only so much he can take before the pretense of civility shatters and a man is just a lusting beast.

I may not be the kind of guys you’d imagine to be over powered by physical needs. I work in the tech industry. I’m 41. I keep in decent shape but I’m not the kind of guy girls dream about at night. I’ve got a decent sense of humor and I’m pretty damn bright, but girls seem to want frat/jock assholes and I’ve never crushed a beer can on my forehead or raped a girl…

Fuck, that’s no longer true, is it?

I married Jen six years ago. I adore her and her daughter, Sheila. Jen’s my best friend and she was my best lover. Unfortunately she’s had some complications down there that have made sex painful for her. She still gives me handjobs and head, but we’re both busy with careers and a lot of the time I’m left to take care of business myself. It’s not so bad. I work remotely from home so it’s easy to throw on some porn and jack off during the day. Once Sheila’s out the door to school I have the house to myself until she gets back about 3. Read more »