Category: sexystories

[MF] The Voyeur by the Lake

“So, did you like the view?”

Surprised by the unexpected voice Nick started and then looked up at the young woman standing in the isle of the bus. Nick instantly recognized her, and his thoughts flashed back to a secret moment earlier in the afternoon.

The bus had picked up the group early that morning. They were all members of a singles activities club, and today the schedule sent the young men and women hiking up to a mountain lake. After several miles up narrow trails and steep stairs many of the hikers immediately jumped into the cold water. After lunch the group split up til three, when the descent was to begin.

As half the group returned to the water in the hot sun Nick started to hike around the lake. He’d made out most of the way around when he found a sunlit beach, nestled between old rock slides. Excited by the potential of a quick naked swim Nick had started towards the beach only to realize it was already occupied. Read more »

An Angel’s Voyage: Ch. 1 “Limbo, Paraíso” [FM][Oral][LightDom][Fsub][Mdom][Cheating]

Preface: This can only barely be called chapter 1. This is more of an intro. This is for people who enjoy sex but are also interested in a strong narrative, and to be emotionally attached to the characters. Not to say that there is anything wrong with any other style of erotica. But if you aren’t interested in this type of story, then by all means, feel free to skip to the sex scenes.

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Lt. Major Angela Griego, through no fault of her own, became stranded on the Azores island chain due to an electrical malfunction on the plane which was to bring her home. One would think that an Air Force base would have plenty of spare planes lying about; she was an excellent pilot herself, and she imagined herself flying back to Arizona on a large, Wright Brothers-esque kite, should this layover last too long. Read more »

[Mf/fM] Wild Roses pt. 15: Abbotsolutely Horrible [nc] [rape/revenge] [bsdm] [fdom]

Between the muddy road and Summer’s exhaustion, the going was slow, but by dusk, the three sisters found their way into a small village on a small hill, a smattering of houses crowding the stone temple at the crest. There was no inn to be found, but at a courier post at the foot of the hill Autumn managed to convince the captain to lend them an empty bed for the night, and while she went with off with him to settle their accounts, Spring and Summer went to bed, Summer out at once and Spring lingering at the edge of sleep for a while before she too succumbed. When Autumn came to bed a few hours later, sweaty and panting, Summer awoke briefly, but still exhausted she slept through the entire day, despite her sister’s efforts to wake her.

At the dawning of the day after she awoke at last in earnest, rested but famished, and crawling over Spring’s flushed and sticky body, offering Autumn a light kiss as she slipped into her dress.

“I want to check out the temple.” she whispered quietly to her sister. “Meet me in the square in a few hours, and we’ll be on our way?” Read more »

[mF] [Fdom] [oral] Tuesday morning at the office (part 2)

This is a continuation of the Friday night story. I’m thinking I might make it a thing and keep writing about them.
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You had a long weekend. Time seemed to slow to a crawl and all you could think about was coming back to the office on Tuesday morning. Friday afternoon’s scene kept playing in your head, driving you wild. You had a permanent hard-on all weekend which scored you extra points with your wife, but what you were really thinking about was your boss’s sweet pussy, what it felt like to kneel on the floor in front of her wide open legs. 

Distracted, you park the car and make your way into the elevator in your building. Your cock is already straining against your pants and your heart is beating faster, as the elevator climbs up towards the 7th floor and you wonder what’s in store this morning. Should you say hi first? Should you stop by her office at all, or go straight to yours? You stop in the kitchen to put your lunch in the fridge and sigh with relief when you’re the only one there. You round the corner and are relieved, if somewhat disappointed to see her door is closed. That’s nothing new, though, she’s usually in her first meeting by the time you get in.  Read more »

[META] Multipart stories and you: A tale of navigation link comments

Seeing as how there are a lot of multipart stories going on, I thought I’d share a quick tip.

Those of you who have been reading Wild Roses or Through the Fog may have noticed the navigation link comments; a useful addition to any multipart story to be sure.

As such, please have the comment template I have been using for Wild Roses; take it and use it well.

Part X of Story Name

[First](URL OF FIRST PART) – [Previous](URL OF PREVIOUS PART) – Next – Last

This comment goes on every part of the story as it’s published, and when the next part is released, it’s edited and the “Next” is replaced:

[Next](URL OF NEXT PART)

The same goes for “Last” when the story is concluded, so that involves a bit of an editing spree.

Looking for a [cuckold] story

In the story, a couple goes to a costume party, the man wears some superhero costume. They meet another couple, and it gets to the point where the two couples are individually having sex in the same room, but one of the guys is inadequate so his wife chooses the other guy over him. Pretty sure him having a hard time getting out of his costume had something to do with it. Anyone know what I’m talking about?

I found my sister’s Reddit account (continued) part 10 [ff][inc][huml][blkmail]

I woke up the next morning as I was the night before, still wearing yesterday’s shirt and clutching Rori’s underwear. And the door was closed, I wasn’t sure when that’d happened. And someone (I hoped it was my sister) had draped me with the sheet. No matter, I had a big day ahead of me.

First off, I wasn’t going to just give Rori her underwear back, so I stored it away it as a trophy. But this being the weekend, she was still around to wash the sheets she’d dirtied (again). I took my sheets to Rori’s room and threw them on her bed like last time. She was on her laptop and acted all coy when we made eye contact. I gave her that “we both know you’re a slut” look and went on my merry way, empowered and excited.

I had to admit I hadn’t fully planned the previous night’s adventures. Mainly, I hadn’t planned on getting so ridiculously aroused and almost losing control of the situation. But though Rori wasn’t innocent, she was still naive, and she probably hadn’t guessed my real intent. How could she, really. Read more »

Becoming a Man, part 1 [inc] [MF] [Mom/Son] [Mdom] [nc] [spanking]

### Intro
This is fiction. It contains incest, rape, and abuse.
It is also part 1, in the hopes that I’ll write a part 2.

### Becoming a man
I can tell you the precise moment I realized I had become a man. The process of becoming a man is
always gradual, but I had a single moment, before which I had considered myself a boy, and after
which I knew I was a man.

I was 19, and it was a perfectly ordinary Saturday, filled with exercise and friends. It also had a
defining moment with my mother.
I had come home at 11 PM after being at a club with some friends. I had not felt like making
it a late night, and I did not feel like pursuing any women, and so it came that I was home early.
My mother, a well off 48 year old widow named Audrey, would not miss such an opportunity to
belittle and mock me.

“Home so soon? Couldn’t find a girl that wanted you?”, she snickered, and stood in my way. Read more »

Sibling Revelry (AKA, Julie): Part 10 [Str8, MF, inc]

My step-sister continued staring at an invisible spot on the floor in front of me.

“Stephanie,” I pleaded. “Look at me.”

Her chin drew level as she raised her head; her eyes were last to fall upon me.

It was clear that she was still broken, but I intended on fixing her. While I knew I may not succeed, it was worth trying. The short, cold distance between us in the hotel room had to be lessened before we could proceed.

“Come here,” I suggested, offering my hand as I walked toward her.

Stephanie looked unsure, but when I was close enough she took my hand in hers. I led her to the chair where she sat crying only a few minutes before and asked her to take a seat.

I knelt before her to give her the proverbial *higher-ground* in the conversation. It was my subconscious intention to have her look down upon me. I kept her hand clasped in mine as I spoke. Read more »