Category: sexystories

Play [MF] [Fdom] [Cuck] [Oral]

She sits on the bed, phone in one hand. The AC sends a cool chill across her skin, there’s quite a bit of it exposed at the moment. The black underbust corset accentuates her uncovered breasts, her long, dark hair shimmers down her back. The long, dark stockings reach up to her knees, shielding them somewhat from the cool air. But that’s all she wears. Her eyes are fixed on her screen as she chats away, flicking from one conversation to the next. She’s become pretty good at multitasking these conversations. She continues to chat away, a smile on her face.

Her eyes shift away from the screen for a while to observe the scene before her. With her other hand she reaches out and uses the riding crop she holds to gently rub the exposed balls of her husband. He’s laying on his back in front of her, or more beneath her, well both, actually. He too wears very little. The cock attached to the balls she’s stroking is struggling to break free of its confines. This amuses her and makes her smile even more. The cock locked inside that cage was generally considered by her to be much too small to be of use in the traditional sense, but it did still have its uses in giving her pleasure, such as it did now. It was fun to play with it like this. She gives his balls a quick sharp whack with the crop, then goes back to gently rubbing them and turns her attention back to the phone. Read more »

A Living Latex Pillow [MF] [Latex] [Cuck] [Anal] [Fdom] [Extreme Body Modification] [Consensual]

He sits on the couch, motionless. It’s where he spends most of his time. He can’t very well just get up and walk away, after all. She had his arms and legs removed years ago. It was all consensual, of course. She told him her idea and he agreed, after not much thought. The way she explained it to him, it seemed to him like it was the obvious thing to do, like he would have been crazy not to accept. At the same time they had removed his vocal chords. The knew he wouldn’t need them anymore. So they both agreed it just made sense to have them done at the same time.

He breathes in deeply through his nose. He feels the cool, night air against the inside of his nostrils. It was, after all, one of the few exposed places left where he could feel anything. Part of the agreement he made with his wife was that he would be permanently encased, from head to toe (or torso, as it were) in latex. She had a custom suit especially made for him. No arms or legs, for obvious reasons, an attached hood with no eye holes, nose holes with little hoses that extended partially up into his nostrils so no skin need be exposed, a padlocked zip across his mouth, and a padlocked zip across his anus. When he happily climbed inside it, they had used a mixture of lubricant, glue and other things to help glide him in. Once settled, the mixture halted all hair growth and the glue bound the latex permanently to his skin. Read more »

Your boyfriend’s father [Str8] [Mf] [reluc] [mdom]

I wrote this as a reply to someone’s request on /r/dirtypenpals. She didn’t reply and deleted her post, but I had fun writing about it and feel it’d be a shame not to share it…
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It’s a quiet Friday night; your previous plans for the evening fell through. You’re sitting alone in your room and you can hear the muffled sound of your parents’ TV coming from downstairs. Your phone buzzes – it’s a text from me.

It’s not the first time I’ve texted you, but usually it’s to get in contact with my son when he’s with you (he never checks his phone). But tonight your BF is in another state, so why am I messaging you now?

We chat for a bit, and it turns out we’re both bored this week with my family’s absence. I ask you about my son, checking in to make sure my son is being a gentleman.

“I hope he’s not being too pushy with you,” I text. “Boys his age can be… demanding.”

No, you say, he’s not like that at all.

“Well now it sounds like you’re complaining!” I joke back. You’re alone in your room looking at your phone, but you blush. Read more »

The Cheerleader [huml] (Part 3)

A few minutes later we were gathered in a circle on the floor. I was sitting across from Ginny, with Amber and Kristen sitting across from each other. Kristen spoke up, “Alright, let’s go over some ground rules. First rule: no repeat questions or dares. Second rule; you cannot chose truth or dare more than twice in a row. Third rule; You cannot ask Truth or Dare of the same person twice in a row. Alright, any questions?”, Kristen asked.

The rules were simple enough, so no one had any questions. “Well, who goes first?” Amber asked.

Ginny had a suggestion, “Let’s keep it simple. Play a game of Rock, Paper, Scissors with the person across from you. The two winners will then play each other. The winner goes first.” Everyone agreed to this. I won my game against Ginny and Kristen won her game against Amber, so I had to face off against Kristen. “Rock, Paper, Scissors, Shoot.”, Kristen says as we push our fists into our hands. I chose paper, but she chose scissors and won.

“All right, so who will be my first victim?”, Kristen asked with a sly grin. “Meagan!” she exclaimed, “Truth or dare?” Read more »

Reunion [MF, Str8]

On a flight from my parent’s house back to my home after the holidays, I ran into an old classmate of mine. I was distracted thinking of everything I had to catch up on. As my gaze roamed the plane, a marine in his uniform caught my eye. He smiled at me and I smiled back before looking back at my computer. However my flight kept returning to the marine during the flight, always had a thing for men in uniform. After we landed, I was walking toward baggage claim when I heard a deep voice call my name. I turned and was surprised to see the marine behind me and smiling.

“You don’t remember me do you?”, he asked. I paused and looked at him before realizing who he was. “Oh wow hi Lucien, I didn’t recognize you but of course I remember you”. See I’d had a huge crush on Lucien in school but never did anything about it. We exchanged small talk and I learned that Lucien had an overnight layover while I didn’t have to be anywhere since I could head home from the airport. Read more »

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Sibling Revelry (AKA, Julie): Part 5 [Str8, MF, inc]

**PART FIVE**

When I first sniffed Julie’s panties in the car, I considered the smell euphoric. When I tasted her fingers immediately thereafter, I recalled thinking it divine.
Buried completely between her thighs and lashing at her femininity with my tongue was nothing short of eternally blissful.

Instead of fumbling about clumsily and hoping for an adequately rated performance, I felt almost driven with confidence and purpose. Julie gnashed and gyrated in time with my movements. I licked her left then right, while she swayed her hips right then left. Our shifting bodies oscillated in perfect synchronicity.

Desperately wanting to glance upward, I fought the urge and concentrated on rocking side to side rhythmically with Julie. No matter how I moved, she seemed to anticipate every gesticulation. She met every twist with a reciprocating turn. For each one of my turns, her body matched me with the greatest of ease.

I had never felt such perfect compatibility with anyone before, sexually speaking, or otherwise for that matter. I bobbed and she weaved. I probed and she received me. She rocked and I rolled. There was no end to the dance. Read more »

My Surprise DP [MFM][oral]

My husband, Lee, surprised me with a three day mini vacation at a bed and breakfast near Lake Tahoe. In this winter wonderland of forests and snow, we were enjoying our holiday where I indulged my husband’s kinks. Night had fallen and in our dimly lit rustic bedroom, I waited for Lee to return. Dressed in his heavy cable knit sweater and a pair of socks, I was on all fours on the bed with my naked ass up in the air. He had left me this way, positioned with my back to the door where once you enter, you were greeted by my downy slit and popped open ass.

“Don’t move,” Lee said, before placing my earbuds firmly in my ear and turning on my Bryan Ferry playlist before he’d left the room ten minutes ago.

Bryan Ferry had been crooning in my ears for several songs now as I waited patiently for Lee to return. Suddenly, I felt a disruption of air whooshed over my naked backside as the door opened and closed. I felt hands on my bare ass. My eyes remained on the headboard as directed. Lee pulled the earbuds from my ears. Read more »

Moving Him to the Farm [Str8] [Bi] [MF] [MM]

*This is the first draft of a story I’ve been working on. I literally finished it five minutes ago. It’s very long and rough at the moment. I’m going to continue refining it. I just wanted to get it out there first to get a feel for feedback. Warning: covers some really taboo areas that might be too much for some people.*

Losing his job had been the final straw. It wasn’t his fault. He was good at his job and earned a respectable income. But business had slowed and the company was downsizing. He felt sure he’d find work reasonably quickly. He was well-qualified, experienced and personable. But the things weren’t what they used to be. People were living longer, thanks to modern medical advances, aging slower. That meant more people of a working age, but less available jobs due to the progressing automation of everything. And so, after nearly six months, he still found himself out of work and the family savings starting to run dry. Read more »

Sibling Revelry (AKA, Julie): Part 4 [Str8, MF, inc]

**PART FOUR**

“In that case, you are one lucky bastard… no offense intended, “ Julie remarked.

“None taken,” I replied. “Where do we go from here?”

“Anywhere we want, I suppose,” she answered.

The reasons why I chose not to bunk at mom and Charlie’s house during my stay in town were many and varied. The least of which concerning them was the house being full of so many other people the whole time. Not to mention I wanted to be able to disappear at a moment’s notice.

I might generally be a stand-up guy, but the girl-crazy poon-hound in me had hoped there might be a chance of getting some *strange* at the wedding reception. Things may not have turned out the way I had hoped, but all things reconsidered, I wasn’t going to complain.

Needless to say, I had my own hotel room. It was modest, but I didn’t require much of anything. I had no use for a swimming pool, gym, or concierge services. Sleep, shower, and coffee in the morning – that was all I required of a temporary residence. Read more »

Sibling Revelry (AKA, Julie): Part 3 [Str8, MF, inc]

**PART THREE**

“Anything I want? Really?”

The smallest part of my conscience still clinging to reality tried to scream against it, but it could only whisper. My mouth opened and spilled forth words I never expected to utter. Rational thought drowned and died like so many rats on a sinking ship.

“I am yours, Jules,” I replied. “Like you said, it’s always been just the two of us. I am completely and utterly yours. All yours. I always have been. I always will be. Somehow, I think I’ve always known it, too.”

Julie deftly unbuckled the safety belt and it retracted across my torso. She traced two fingertips across my nose, lips, cheeks, and chin. I desperately wanted to take them into my mouth, but felt she wasn’t intending to let that happen.

“So, I’m not crazy,” she murmured. “Are you sure? You aren’t just getting caught up in the moment? I’m serious when I say this is something I’ve given a great deal of thought to over a long period of time. To be honest, I’m shocked at how receptive you’ve been so far.”

Before I could say anything, she added, “It’s almost too good to be true.” Read more »