Category: sexystories

The Bartender (Short) [FF, oral]

(Hi, I’m new and I’ll be writing quick one-shot stories to brush up on some erotica writing skills. I’m going to attempt to write regularly. Thanks for checking it out!)

The first time I saw her she had been leaning over the top of a bar, ample breasts spilling out of a low cut tight fitting t-shirt and ass peeking from the bottoms of jean shorts that were small enough to be illegal to wear in public in some states. She was a curvy woman with thick lips and long wavy brown hair with blonde streaked through it. Her face was laden with too much makeup and smokey eye. Every man that came to that bar wanted to get into her pants and she knew it and made tips to prove it.

I had made a bet with a friend that night that, in spite of her plethora of advances, I’d be the one that got to fuck her. That of all the men whose cocks ached, it would be a pussy that would take her. Of course my friend thought I was full of shit, but I’d try anyway. Read more »

[fM/FfF] Wild Roses pt. 7: Harvest Feast [exh]

As the forest traded its greens for reds, yellows and browns, game grew bold and numerous, and the branches of the trees were heavy with fruit, so Autumn’s hunts were quick and easy to a one. Even with the days growing shorter, she found she didn’t want for time to herself and her own fun, so she spent her days exploring the parts of the forest that were new to her, or rarely visited. By mid-autumn she had discovered two new lakes and traced a dozen rivers that flowed into and out of them, and even discovered an enticingly dark and mysterious cave system she made a note of for further study.

On her way back to the rosewood she took a detour, and stumbled upon a glade where a band of a half-dozen hunters were setting up tables and benches made from rough-hewn logs.

“Hallo!” Autumn halloed as she walked into the clearing, and each of them waved in greeting, save for the two women balancing a log bench between them, who simply nodded instead.

“Are you here for the harvest feast?” one of the hunters asked as she drew up to the fire pit he was setting up at the head of the table. Read more »

Being Appreciated [MF][Pegging, Fdom – gentle]

The tiles are cold. It feels somehow wrong to walk upon them barefoot: one gets that feeling of vulnerability, putting one’s naked feet into the domain of boots. He shivers slightly. Being in this corridor, with its row of sliding doors and its institution-green walls is a strange sensation in and of itself: he keeps expecting somebody, maybe a stern nurse or a dark-suited official, to emerge from one of the doors and ask him why, exactly, is he strolling down this corridor with his hair all wet, wearing nothing but a fuzzy bath towel.

The feeling is altogether exciting.

Nobody comes to investigate the patter of his feet on the tiling. The building seems deserted. The doors lack number plates (in fact, they don’t even have handles), so he counts them aloud as he walks – eleven, twelve, thirteen, and all the way down to thirty-two. That’s the one, she’d told him. “Thirty-two” – she said, “knock thrice, then twice, then five times.” And so he does. Read more »

[fm/ff] Wild Roses pt. 6: The Huntress [oral]

Autumn sniffed the air. From the blood and the sweat, she thought to find a fresh elk kill not far upwind, and dropping down through the branches, she stalked off in search of it. Fresh kills brought wolves, or even curious deer, and any of that would make for a fine catch.

Before cresting the ridge that kept the kill out of sight, she adjusted her hunting leathers; making sure her armguard was secure, adjusting her chestguard, even checking the lacing on her boots. After satisfying herself that everything was in order, she stuck her hunting knife in her belt, straightened her green linen tunic, and drew an arrow from her quiver. Blowing a lock of brown hair from her sky blue eyes, she crested the ridge with an arrow nocked, ready to draw.

What she spotted instead of a flock of wolves at feast was a hunter dressing his kill by the small stream at the bottom of the small hill, and with a disappointed sigh she returned the arrow to its quiver and slung the bow, making her way quickly down the slope. At the bottom, she hailed the hunter, trying to figure out how she might get something out of this happenstance after all. Read more »

27 JAGed Pills ch 3, p2 [mF, mf, inc, ms, alien, rape, tentacle, mind break, fat fetish, cons, hung]

Was I jealous? Why should I be? I’d let my daughter fuck my son for months, three times as often as I fucked him. I told myself I was jealous for Caroline, as if that made any sense. Nothing did about my son’s love affair. Why should I?

When I told the clerk to cancel our appointment, I recalled how she always smiled, as if she knew a secret. This time she sputtered.”But, Ma-am, you c-can’t do that.”

“It’s done.” I hung up. I went to my room and threw my five bottles of Pannusflush into my bedroom wastebasket. They had added to my prescription, after Rory’s exam.

My phone rang. “Ms. Bollinger, you must bring your daughter in for the exam.” The clerk had found her voice. “Her health is in serious danger.”

“Fuck you!” I hung up. My fury had a new outlet. I wanted my son’s prick to calm me, but I found him in his room, fucking Lana. “When the hell did you get here?”

“The moment I watched your son get off of your daughter, from outside her window.” She had taken to stalking us.

“Why don’t you fucking move in already.” Read more »

27 JAGed Pills ch 3, p1 [mF, mf, inc, ms, alien, rape, tentacle, mind break, fat fetish, cons, hung]

Jerry and I returned home late that night. I didn’t ask him about Caroline. I did tell him, he had better fuck Lana for a week, for breaking his promise. I don’t think he hated his punishment.

“Okay.” He said. He went to bed.

I looked in on Rory. I sighed at the sight. The bed frame sagged under her. She wheezed unconsciously. I blew her a kiss and whispered, “Sleep well.”

I crawled into my bed and ran down two sets of batteries.

“Rory was still sick the next morning. I was walking to her room, when she ran out and into the bathroom.

I heard her vomit and flush. I found her pale and sweating.

“My stomach really hurts, Mom.” She looked piteous. “Do I have to keep taking those pills?” She was crying.

“NO!” I shouted. “I’m going to kill that doctor and blow up that stupid research lab.” Unfortunately stopping the drug required a lengthy time of decreasing dosage. Read more »

Fuckthing [light BDSM][MC]

**[Dinner]**

“We need to talk”, she said, sitting across from him.

Sure, what about?

“Pleasing me.” She replied with a shy smile. He felt her foot beneath the table, slowly inching its way up his leg.

“Now? In the restaurant?” he asked.

“It’s just talk. It’s been almost a week now; you’ve been a very good slave. I’m loving this torment you’re under.”

“I’m crazy about you. I’m not used to being THIS submissive. Not so long ago, it was you that was begging.” And as he said that, he felt her leg pull back from his. She raised an eyebrow and had a cheeky grin. She was just teasing of course. But he also knew that she had the will power to keep this tease going for days.

“No, don’t stop. Please…?” He said, barely louder than a whisper. They were seated towards the back of the restaurant, in a booth against a side wall. There were a few other patrons a few booths away, but nobody close enough to hear. Read more »

I found my sister’s Reddit account part 9 (continued! see comments) [ff][inc][huml][blkmail]

Read parts 1-8 of the story on the original author’s subreddit, sister_hannah.

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I was used to doing most of the talking (as Rori’s fake online boyfriend, mister “Teacher”) in our conversations, but this new message of hers was downright rambling.

“Sorry it’s been so long… I can’t believe what just happened… I just came for my sister.

Okay, recap: My little sis caught me masturbating, as you asked. You told me to beg her for mercy, so I did. Well, she forgave me. Sort of. Not really… She’s holding it over my head, and we have this deal where she can take my stuff whenever she wants… More importantly, she… ordered me to do it in front of her.

I was shy at first (I’m still quite ashamed actually), but it was sooo hot. I think she was getting into it, she was staring straight at me. I could tell my face was bright red but just staring into her eyes got me… Really fired up. I couldn’t help but hope she was getting wet too. I felt so dominated and humiliated… I loved it. I sort of wished she would… push me further. I don’t know. Read more »

The importance of being a good neighbor [str8, Fm, oral, cock worship, anal, hotwife]

I could only describe my last year of high school as “rough.” I had been dumped, stood up by my hastily-found prom date, and nearly failed a few classes from grief over my breakup, losing my honors status and my biggest scholarship. I was absolutely thrilled to be moving to another town where I didn’t know a single person.

I couldn’t afford the dorms now that I was sans-scholarship, but I found a small house in a nearby neighborhood that was renting an extra room. As I was moving my things in, I couldn’t help but notice the gorgeous woman next door. She was doing some gardening in the front yard, and I tried not to be too obvious that I was checking her out. I made a point of carrying the biggest, heaviest objects when she was looking, even though I’m kind of a skinny guy.

I was a little disappointed when her husband came out to talk to her, but it’s not like I should have been surprised. Hot, redhead, and busty isn’t the kind of girl who typically finds herself single. The husband drove off after a few minutes, and she went back to her gardening. Read more »

When we finally meet irl [Str8][mf]

My fantasy includes you finally comming to belgium after a long time of driving eachother crazy via skype and snapchat. We meet in a hotel room and we’re both sitting on the bed. You imediately feel that I’m a bit shy, in your head it goes:”he is a virgin afteral, it’s to be expected” and you decide to take the lead. You take of your shirt and then quickly do the same with your bra, you see my eyes lighting up at the sight of your beautifully pierces breasts. You cant help but feel a bit happy by how easily you are able to satisfy me, but at the same time you can’t remember the last time someone looked at you with such hopeful eyes. In your head it goes: “he looks so innocent and so happy. I wonder if he will remain like that after I’m done with him”. Read more »