The horse lifted his head and snorted with a warning to his Mistress who knelt at the edge of the stream drinking her fill. Green eyes narrowed as she grew still, a hand drifted to the sword at her side as she listened to the surrounding forest. The large warhorse shifted closer to her in a protective stance and her small form rose to her feet with a slow, lithe grace.
Her gloved hand remained upon the hilt of her sword and with one gesture of her other hand the black warhorse melted into the trees at the edge of the creek side.
She stepped into the underbrush on the opposite side of where the horse went and she grew still and waited as the one who approached sounded like a whole army. She knew it was one person, mounted and not being wary nor quiet and that puzzled her as the lands were in a grave state of unrest at this time.
Green eyes watched the brown horse come into the clearing and the man atop the horse slid off with a jingle of spurs and mail. She could see the light sword strapped to his back and his long dark hair was bound into a pony tail. He knelt at the water’s edge and drank from his cupped hands but she knew he knew she was present and she tensed, ready to fight.
Category: sexystories
I’m too young for sex :( pt. 21 [ff]
I was still holding Sam when she finally caught her breath. Since it had been her first time, I wanted to know what she was thinking.
“You’ve done this before,” Sam whispered. There was no judgement in her tone. She might have sounded a little sad, but I wouldn’t begin whatever we were starting together by lying about my past.
“Yes,” I whispered back.
“With someone you loved?” she asked. Now I could hear the worry in her tone.
“I thought so,” I admitted. “I was wrong. She ended things.”
Now Sam rolled back with a studied expression on her face. “Was she the only one?”
“No.” I wondered if the rest would matter to Sam. “I was with a guy. My big crush for years. He ended things, too.”
“So you’re not a lesbian.” Again, she didn’t appear to be judging me, but I worried my answer would steal this chance away.
“I’ve never really thought about it like that. I mean, I like who I like. When I asked you out for ice cream, I just wanted to get to know you better. You’re adorable and fun…” I noticed her smiling. “And Then I decided I wanted to go with you to the turn-about dance.”
A Deep Proposal [MF] [BOSS] [WORK]
“Charla, please come to my office.” Slowly Charla walks over to the door of her boss and peeps her head in with a look of worry she says, “Yes sir?” “Come in and close the door,” he watches as she walks in and softly closes the metal door. “Please have a seat,” he says as she makes her way over to his desk and comfortably pushes her butt into the chair, trying to keep her skirt from rising up. “I called you in here because I have been getting some complaints about you,” in shock by his claims, Charla begins to ask, “from who?” “It’s not important about who, but just know I have been getting complaints against you and now I have to do something about it,” takes a sharp glance across the room then stands up from his desk in a crisp dark Italian suit. Standing as if there is art to admire, he quickly stares into her eyes with a look of shame as one dark curl from his hair softens above his brow. “Charla you have been working here for a while, and even I have noticed something is going on with you,” her boss says as he moves closer to the chair. Quickly he places a hand on her chin then gently moves her face back into a place where they can see eye to eye. Smiling he quickly turns away and becomes stern yet amused. “Charla, you do realize we have a dress code in this office?” looking at her with a raised brow, as he sits on his desk looking down at the skirt. Staring at her with his piercing blue eyes he began to further explain the problem then waiting for an answer. “Yes sir, I am so sorry I will go home and change my clothes,” she says as her body becomes ashamed and confused then she begins to slump into the chair. “Well Charla, no need to go home now but realize you are too big to wear those kind of skirts,” he says as he continues to watch the reaction on her face. Chalra continues to sit there numb while rubbing her hands into each other, then a tear starts to fall from her eyes. “Charla I sit in my office and I see you pass in front of my window and I think hmm does she know how bad this is?” “Well sir I am….” she starts to explain and then he gets even closer moving away from the desk again. Looking at her closely while slowly examining the red skirt he then places a finger by her knee. “See Charla a skirt should go beyond the knee to meet the dress code,” he implies as his finger trails up her knee, searching for the end of the skirt. “Charla when you walk past I see your thick juicy thighs rubbing against each other and I wonder how warm it is in between there.” Sitting with her mouth partly open, she feels a finger wipe away her tear as she sat wondering what all this meant. Smiling at her, he then places both hands into hers rubbing them to put her at ease. “You know Charla in those moments I just follow the curves of your body as you walk past and sometimes I would even see you smile my way.” Charla began to straighten up in the chair and became hypnotized by his words. “Your thighs send me into a trance and then the roundness of your breast makes me want to get closer.” Sitting with her legs tightly closed, he looks down at them and begins to separate them with his hands. “I hope you are so wet right now Charla, I have been thinking about you for so long, ” he says as his hands move up under skirt, feeling her lace panties. “You know it’s against to rules to be this wet Charla, I should do something about this, “as his fingers rubbed her clit making her lay back into the chair. Moaning softly she says, “Yes sir, I am sorry I broke the rules.” “Unbutton your blouse Charla, I want to taste this mountain of pleasure, “he says as he takes off his jacket throwing it to the floor. “Stand up and let me see all of you baby, “as he watches her take off the sheer blouse slowly. As he watches her, two big bouncy chocolate breast with dark chocolate nipples embrace his face. Placing two hands on her round tits he devours them in lust and fights for each lick. Licking them uncontrollably he takes his tongue in circles, making sure he doesn’t skip an ounce of pleasure. Charla moans with excitement as her long black hair, tousles to the back. Her eyes closed, and he begins to pull down his pans then picks her up like a strong beast laying her onto the desk. “Charla,
I been wanting to taste this pussy for so long and finally it’s all mine.” Parting her pussy lips, he wet his two fingers and inserted them into her warm pussy lips. Fingering her pussy in and out his dick began to push through his boxers, slowly he pulled down his boxers. As he worshiped her body he felt her thighs tremble, he then held on to them and placed his face into them, licking her into each curve of her pussy. Moaning as he took each lick, Charla began to clasp her thighs around his head. As he tickled her clit with his tongue his dick grew so hard and he began to rub it with the other hand. “Oh Charla, you made me so very hard and now I have to punish this sweet wet pussy,” as he pulled her to the edge of the desk and put his thick hard dick into her juicy house of pleasure. He moaned, as he took his dick in and out of her wet pussy. “Oh yea, Charla I want this pussy all the time forever and for the rest of my life,” as he pushes his wet dick in out of her pussy lips feeling the curves of her body wrap his dick tight. “Charla, I just don’t want to fuck you for today, I want you to be mine,” he quickly stops and reaches down into his pants pocket then pulls out a diamond ring. Charla, shocked she reaches out her arms to him then he picks her up into his arms then carries her off to their bedroom.
Sexual attraction can be full of surprises [oral] [MT, MF]
The guy who first did oral on me after I transitioned was a friend of mine. His head was bald and he had a goatee and was just not the type of person who typically piqued my interest sexually. He had a good sense of humor and oozed confidence, though, and that attracted me. Anyway, we wound up drinking Shiraz one night on my living room couch while listening to Rihanna via his iPhone’s Pandora app. Then after about an hour, we started messing around.
Basically, we kissed for several minutes and the next thing I knew, we were laying down on the couch and he was yanking off my skinny jeans. In a really sexy and rough sort of way, too — you know, like they do in the movies, when two lovers go at each other like unleashed animals. It was a turn-on, not to mention a surprise.
In the mall with Faye Reagan. [MmFuta] (gay sex, cum eating, anal, fisting, rimming pussy eating, incest.)
Second try got removed because I had links in it.
Second story I’ve ever written, it was a follow up to another shorter story with the same main character. I added pictures for the redditor who wanted the story. I would love to hear some constructive criticism. (I know there is no real character development but it was never ment to, its just mainly masturbation material.)
Hope you enjoy:)
An Attractive Client [MF]
To give context, I’m a therapist, a counselor really, and I have a network of other therapists with whom I remain close friends. This is good practice in this field for when you have a client you need to refer to a different therapist or when you need advice on how to handle a client, or sometimes just to vent. The following is an email sent to me from one of my therapist friends, David, about a client he encountered a few days ago:
Dear Steve,
Today a woman came into my office who said she just needed to talk to someone, and she was right. I barely said anything the entire time she was here, she talked the entire time. It’s a good thing too, because I have no idea what I could’ve said.
Sexy Time with Sir [MF][D/s][Poem][JustForFunsies]
For my lovely kitten, what can be said,
Sir wants nothing more than to be there in your bed.
Rolling, tumbling, completely entwined,
a sexy time won’t be difficult to find.
You and your skirts, haphazardly hanging,
it won’t take much effort to move it for banging.
Rolling over, touching with a light graze,
my fingertips wake you from your sleepy haze.
A squeeze, a tug, a strong armed grip,
my hand explores every inch of your hip.
With a lick of my lips, I slide between your legs,
with a flick of my tongue, you’ll be sure to beg.
I slide up your body, skin meeting with barely a touch,
the sexy sights and sounds, it’s nearly too much!
Hovering above you, I look down with a grin,
the look is returned, a sassy nip to my chin.
I quirk a brow, hand slipping into your hair,
a firm little tug issues you a sly dare.
A dare to sass, to fight, to be anything but good,
but we both know you’ll be the good girl you know that you should.
The Kind Passenger [Mf] [Str8] [Fingers]
Mika had settled in her tight economy seating on the jumbo jet to Tokyo after the dinner tray had been taken away. She’s in the middle of the three seat on the right side of the plane. The woman in the window seat had refused the meal and is already asleep. Mika can smell a bit of alcohol from that direction. The Asian gentleman in aisle seat had disappeared.
Mika fluffed her tiny pillow one more time, with her eyes closed, as she tried to remember what lead her on this journey.
Mika was on the bed on all fours, and Rocco’s hard member was poised right next to her sex. Rocco roughly fondled her breasts with one hand, the other hand in her hair. She tried to reach back with one hand, urging him before she loses her excitement, but before she could reach he entered her in one thrust… and she screamed, as he hit the wrong entrance. She recoiled violently and was able to dislodge his member by shoving him off the bed entirely. Her rear end is on fire, and she ran for the restroom and locked herself in before Rocco recovered…
The Lamia Quest [MF, monstergirl, nc, Fdom, unbirth]
Scott and Anath, lifelong friends and partners in adventure, entered the lair of the lamia together. They had accepted a quest to kill the creature, a half-human half-snake, for the safety of a nearby village. The reward offered was high, and it was thought that the monster had her own hoard on top of that. For Anath, success meant a nice house for him and his beloved Wynona back home. For Scott, it wasn’t so much about the gold as it was satisfaction that he was making the world a better place by ridding it of evil, and sharing the task with his best mate.
Anath was tall and agile, he led the way deeper into the cave. Scott followed as quietly as he could manage, which wasn’t easy in his heavy armor. The tunnel kept curving around and around, and always sloped downward. They both had torches, but there wasn’t much look at. The walls were unnaturally smooth, even tidy. They heard nothing as they descended, but after several minutes, began to notice a faint fragrance in the air. To Anath, it smelled like the soap his Wynona liked to use in the bath, and to Scott it smelled just like the incense from the cathedral where he had pledged to live a life of goodness.
Don’t Flash Your Tits At Strangers, Part 5 [MMMf] [blkmail] [huml] [reluc]
Aly had never been happier to be stressed out about exams. It meant she was finally getting back into the groove of being at school, and that her Spring Break drama was so far behind her that she actually had room in her thoughts to stress about things besides showing her tits to strangers and letting them cum all over her naked body.
“Aly, please. Let’s not pretend you didn’t ace that final,” teased Lena, Aly’s new friend from study group. To replace the sorority sisters who’d spurned her after her Spring Break sexcapade, Aly had returned to the type of people she was friends with in middle and high school – the smart kids who wore buttons downs, ballet flats and tight ponytails.
Even she had adopted the style this morning, donning a cute shift dress, cardigan and ballerina bun. Aly giggled.
“I mean, I think I did okay, but that doesn’t mean I’m not nervous still,” she said, sipping her iced latte. They were sitting at her favorite coffee shop just outside campus. They roasted the best espresso beans and, well, the barista/owner of the shop was absolutely gorgeous. His name was Ryan, and if Aly wasn’t mistaken, he gave her the eye every time she came in, but unfortunately, never spoke to her. *Just come and say hi already,* Aly groaned inwardly.