Category: sexystories

[MF] Shopping With “Auntie” Liv [Illustrated][Public] Liv wants to try on a lot more than just a bathing suit!

I love my Aunt Liv but still fussed when she dragged me clothes shopping. Heck, Liv wasn’t technically even family but has been close friends with our mom for so long, that we all called her “Auntie” anyway. But really, who wants to wander around the mall with an older woman holding her purse while she picks out boring outfits and asks for opinions on every little detail? Of course, I should’ve known better. Aunt Liv is never boring, even when shopping for clothes.

First we grabbed a bite to eat at the food court and caught up on our lives. She was still perpetually single because she couldn’t find the right man. I was still perpetually a loner who should “get out more.”

After she was done teasing me about my social life, she dragged me over to Macy’s. “I’ve lost five pounds and think I might finally be able to pull off this number I’ve been eyeing for summer at the beach. What do you think?” She held up a flimsy green piece of fabric that looked like it had been clawed by some wild animal.

“That’s a swimsuit?” I asked, incredulous. Read more »

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“Concerns Over My First Purchase” [Fantasy, Misogyny] (X-Post /r/MaledomEmpire)

Hello, /r/sexystories. How’s it going?

This story was originally written for the creative folks over at /r/MaledomEmpire, which is an elaborate role-playing sub with strict lore and a well-developed universe. A disclaimer, before we begin: You might want to take quick gander over there *before* reading this story. Things will simply make more sense that way.

That said, here we go…

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I wish I didn’t have to start this post off with a confession, but I guess there’s no other way to go about it. Don’t judge me, but: *I’ve never owned a woman before.* In high school, when all the other guys were getting their first cunts — usually as birthday gifts from their fathers — I was the odd one out. *I never even got my license to own a woman!* Well, not until a couple of weeks ago, anyway. That’s where my story starts. But first, one more confession… Read more »

Bishop Burton: Chapters 1 & 2 [Mf][Historical]

**Chapter One: Anno Domini 1048**

All men serve God in their own way. Some humbly, toiling in the fields of their lords or workshops of their monasteries. Others grandly, moving kingdoms and shaping history. Bishop Burton pondered the varied and disparate ways he served the Lord as he stabbed his templar longsword deep into the neck of the Scottish militiaman, down into his vitals, cleaving his heart and skewering his stomach.

What a grimace he made! Looking up at the bishop with hatred and agony as he spasmed and gurgled blood. Even in death, this humble peasant served the Lord’s design.

And the Lord’s design in Scotland was simple. The expansion of Burton’s diocese. The acquisition of land and serfs. Scotland’s king Macbeth had grown tired of his nobleman Duke MacDougal, whom he resented since MacDougal had sabotaged the wedding of Macbeth’s cousin, coercing the would-be-bride to marry MacDougal’s nephew instead, ensuring their family won the dowry of seven manors, their fields and several mines.

So Macbeth had made a deal with England’s King Edward that should MacDougal be destroyed and his lands seized (save the mines) MacBeth would look the other way. Would even blame MacDougal for offending England in some fashion. Read more »

A Hot Hookup with a New Guy [MF] [FP]

“Hey, do you want to go back to my place?”

We were walking back to his house from the bar where we had met. I was watching the cold wind slowly deepen the pink in his ears. He had a funny, lanky walk that I’m sure was more pronounced because he had a couple beers in him. He was loud too. Every word, every gesture he made exuded a kind of silly confidence. I liked his brand of self-awareness. It didn’t hurt that he was adorable.

“Holy fuck it’s cold”, he said, grinning as if it wasn’t a complaint, rather an observation. It was fucking cold. My nose had reached the point where it felt numb. I liked how easy it was to talk to this guy. He didn’t seem like one for a deep intellectual conversation, but we were making eachother laugh constantly. I hoped he’d keep joking around while we were fucking. That would make it more fun. I became aware of his body being close to mine, and started to imagine what his body was going to feel like on mine. Read more »

I took some time and wrote down a fantasy of mine. [MF] [DD/LG] [Submission]

I’m not much of a writer, please be kind

The clock ticks closer and closer to six. I have about fifteen minutes left, and everything is almost ready. Music plays softly in the background, dinner is warm in the oven, and I just finished the last touches on my makeup. Ten more minutes. My heart starts to race faster. I nervously smooth the soft fabric of my white lace dress and absentmindedly fool with the charm on my collar. Five more minutes.

In a last minute fit of paranoia I go to put one more fresh coat of lipstick on. His GPS still puts him a few minutes out, but I can’t help but to run to my place by the bedroom door. My eyes are glued to the GPS as I start to practice my pose. Arms behind my arched back, on my knees, looking upwards. I shut the phone off and hear Andrew walk up the stairs slowly. Read more »

[mF] “The Stranger Sat Beside Me” [Exhibitionism]

This happened to me when I was eighteen years old, while on a gruelling fourteen hour flight to London. I don’t recall what the in-flight movie was, but I remember not being particularly interested by it. For all I knew, I had a long and boring flight ahead of me.

I ended up sitting beside a stranger — because of a problem regarding our ticket bookings — and that was a first for me. I wasn’t sure if I was meant to acknowledge their presence after take-off, or simply just keep to myself and stare forward for the whole flight.

The rest of my family were all up at the front of the plane, where snacks and beverages always seem to materialize miraculously. A few times before take-off, I heard my father and brother laughing about something up-front, but I wasn’t able to figure out what that was. This made me feel a little lonely, I guess. It sounded like it must have been funny.

But, after a couple hours of being in the air, I found myself glad to be sharing a stranger’s company at the back of the plane. *Lucky*, even. Read more »

[MFf] “Disappearance at Bear Lake: Vol. 01” [BDSM]

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**Chapter One:** “*On the Record*”**

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What follows is a partial transcript, taken from an interview conducted with Mrs. Summers. It was recorded during the production of a reality television-show, called *The Day I Nearly Died*. Regrettably, the episode in question was finished just prior to the show’s cancelation. Subsequently, it never aired.

The final edit of the episode is available online, however — for those diligent and tech-savy enough to find it. It’s not terribly remarkable and certainly does not convey the whole truth of Betty Summers’s harrowing story. Nothing noteworthy to this investigation made it into that final edit of the episode [#3.4: “A Disappearance at Bear Lake”], except for the sole mention of Mrs. Summers “seeing a strange hunter walking amongst the trees one night”.

Despite many attempts, portions of the original preliminary interview with Mrs. Summers were not obtained by the author. Other sections of her account were redacted by the producers of *The Day I Nearly Died* and will likely never see the light on day.

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> Transcribed from an audio-cassette, labeled: “Prep. Mrs. Summers #1 [Side A]”. It was provided to the author by the The Day I Nearly Died’s editor in chief, Jerry T. Crumb: Read more »

Pleasing Delilah [mF][Prost][RolePlay]

The gym was crowded and sweaty girls milled around after Zumba class, but I moved around the Nautilus machines, finishing my work-out in good time. I showered, looked at my body in the mirror that I work hard to maintain. Women love me. And I love them. That’s why I make good money.

“Good bye, Ross,” said the girl at reception with big adoring eyes.

“Have a nice day.”

“You too.”

I had just put the key in the ignition when my phone alerted me to a message. It was from Mrs. McTavish.

‘Are you free tonight? 7?’

I smirked. Mrs. McTavish. Her husband must be out of town. I texted back, ‘Yes. See you then.’

Mrs. McTavish and I went about our day in Park Cities, the most affluent bedroom community south of Dallas as well as my hometown.

Park Cities women are gym toned women with great smiles and cheerleading daughters. They are women of southern graces, the women of the new south. And I was their toy.

That evening, I pulled my car into the McTavish drive, rounding a sprawled limbed oak to park in front of a nine thousand square foot plantation style mansion. Read more »

[MF] A Workplace Dilemma

“Oh, for goodness sakes! Wake up, Jon!”

With a jerk Jonathan Elders woke up. Looking around wildly, he struggled to sort out the darkness and the loud ringing from the nightstand next to him. Finally catching his breath his eyes focused on the bright glowing screen, flickering with a number and a face. Groaning, he reached out and picked up the phone to answer the call.

“Kara, why are you calling me at five in the morning?” Jon asked, his irritation and sleepiness sharp in his voice.

“Aren’t you usually up, sir?” The voice on the other side of space was not as chipper and bright as normal. Yet it was unmistakably young Kara Dance, just brought on to his team. Brunette, short, and full of life. Yet until this morning, she had seemed rather staid and stable, not prone to taking risks for her job. Which was likely the problem this morning.

“I have another thirty minutes before my alarm goes off, thank you very much,” Jon replied gruffly. In fact it was only five more minutes, but he was not going to give his interruption the satisfaction of being correct, not at 4:55am. Instead he turned the conversation back at Kara. “So again, why are you waking me up?” Read more »

[MF] In The Tutelage Of Ms. Kline – [Illustrated][Male Training] – Young Kevin is summoned to the estate of Ms. Kline for a summer of hard labor. Little does he know what she really has in store for him…

The first time Kevin saw Ms. Kline was when she walked up to his parents after church and introduced herself. She was dressed more appropriately for a cocktail party than a Sunday sermon. All legs and black nylons, Ms. Kline wore a matching black skirt that went just barely past her knees. Her black flats seemed conservative enough, but the dark bustier visible through her sheer blouse brought the whole ensemble into question again. The giant wide brimmed hat was very churchy. The tight hair bun and deep red lipstick was more ‘Addicted to Love’ than ‘Praise Jesus’.

Kevin guessed she was in her late forties, maybe even early fifties. She was so lean and well put together, it was hard to tell. Whatever the contradictions of her dress, she easily projected an air of importance.

Kevin’s parents ate it up, almost bowing when she introduced herself. The pleasantries she exchanged were mild enough. She was matronly, knowledgeable and commanding. Eventually, the conversation turned to him. He groaned when his mother brought up the ‘dilemma’ of his unemployment. Certainly, Ms. Kline would have a cornucopia of opportunities perched at the tip of her lips. Read more »