It was a quiet Sunday morning when my horny landlady, Mrs. Sinclair left for her weekly trip to Thunder Bird casino fifty miles away. If she stays true to her schedule, she won’t be home until dinner time. With her gone, I feel free to use the house, hang out by the pool and do some laundry in peace. Shasta, her twenty one year old daughter was in her room as usual. Connor, her nineteen year old son was gaming in the family room. They stuck to themselves while I hung out by the pool drinking a beer and doing laundry.
Category: sexystories
The Convention (STR, MF, IR)
Part 1
“I’ve caught one-hundred and twenty-six so far, how about you?” Naomi said to Becky as they approached the gates.
Beyond them, you could see hundreds of people gathering, anxiously waiting outside the convention doors to be let in for the festivities.
“One-hundred and twenty-eight,” Becky said with a shit eating grin, “I caught Charizard this morning.”
Naomi rolled her eyes and closed the Pokémon Go app as the attendant scanned their tickets to be let in.
Naomi had been obsessed with Pokémon since she was a little girl, so it was no surprise as the approached the gates of the convention she was dressed up as her favorite Pokémon character. Her red wig was fixed closely to cover her normal blonde hair. She wore a yellow tank top that barely reached past the bottoms of her breast, exposing all of her smooth, pale stomach. Red straps from her overall suspenders lined either side of her belly button from their attached point on her jean short shorts. She had long, smooth legs that touched down on the asphalt of the parking lot covered by her red trainers.
An Arrangement [MFF] [Bi] [Bd]
The question I always come back to is this: what do I want from our arrangement? Is it enough just to dissolve? When I was younger I remember going to visit some friends of friends who lived in the backend of nowhere. We sat around at night, listened as we tried to impress each other, drank some local paint stripper because of course we had to try what the area had to offer. We’d built a fire out of a few broken chairs that lay discarded in the barn. I threw match after match at those damn chairs but in the end it took a gleeful slosh of petrol and a forever lost zippo to get it started. The paint turned into latex and peeled back to show the grain of the wood before it all turned black. And when no-one was looking I held my hands as close to the fire for as long as I could stand it, and then for a little longer still. I had fucked someone that night, but it had been a clumsy thing motivated by obligation, and I ended up back in my own room where I fell asleep. At some point I remember waking and when I opened my eyes there was nothing. The darkness was so complete that it started to take on a hue that I had no name for. And surrounded by that tinted absence it was as if all that was left was the fire in my hands, like the rest of my body had dissolved, and all I had to remind me that I was a person was the residual tingling heat emanating from my palms. But the more I concentrated on the feeling in my hands, the more insubstantial I felt myself becoming, until I was sure that the fire was all there was left. And the feeling was wonderful.
The Fitting Room [Mf] [Public] [first person]
You had slipped into the fitting room with an armful of clothes and expected me to wait with just a promise that you would show off ‘the good ones’. To give myself *some* credit, I did wait. Long enough for the rustling of clothing through the curtain to drive me crazy. Admittedly it wasn’t very long but I had been putting up with this little shopping trip for too long already. I took one quick look around the shop to make sure no one was watching and then pushed the curtain aside and slipped inside.
The curtain fell back into place as I was greeted by the sight of your mostly-bare back and the widening of your pretty brown eyes through the mirror as you saw me. Your shirt was discarded on the room’s bench and I had clearly caught you just about to remove a little black bra. Your hands quickly dropped from your back and I grinned as you turned quickly, looking ready to kick me out but I closed the distance and put one finger to your lips in an unmistakable shushing gesture before you could find the words. My other hand went to your hip, your skirt separating your skin from my touch.
A planned encounter [MMF]
We met at the pub opposite your hotel. I’d thought you’d be staying closer to the airport for a quicker journey back there the next morning and so hadn’t realised you were staying so close to the city centre; as such it was a pleasant surprise when you leant in close and breathed those two short sentences into my ear – “Call him. Let’s go” – accompanied by a quick playful nip on my earlobe. I stood up from my bar stool as you hopped down from yours and offered you my arm. My other hand tapped out Ed’s number and as we eased our way through the hot crush of bodies between us and the door, I spoke quickly to my friend.
“Ashley’’s here mate – we’re just leaving the bar now. We’re heading to…” I turned to you as we stepped onto the street and asked “Where’s your hotel?”.
A smile spreads over your face, lips parting briefly as you gesture across the road. I stifle my surprise and let him know – “Uh, it’s the Victoria Hotel, Ed. How soon can you get over?”. You lead us across the road as I end the call. You march us straight past the desk and over to the lift, briefly lifting a hand from your pocket to show me the keycard you’d kept rather than hand in before you left to meet me barely an hour earlier.
I’m too young for sex :( pt. 20 [ff]
Okay, I screwed up. My mouth got ahead of my brain, then my anger got ahead of my sense. Now Mark was going to the turn-about dance with Lydia Jenkins. Worse, he’s blind to Lydia’s agenda and was too mad to listen to my warning.
Joe bugged me all afternoon about what happened between Mark and me. I ignored him until he went away. To keep busy, I browned the ground beef for taco night, chopped the lettuce, tomatoes, and onions, and then arranged the shells to warm in the oven. Joe finally came out of his room when Mom came home to set the table. Dad came in right as we all sat down to eat.
“How was everyone’s day?” Mom asked us all.
“I aced my geometry test,” Joe said, then shot a nasty look in my direction. “And Steph is seeing someone named Sam.”
I felt my stomach twist at his words. I looked down at my plate when the heat rose in my face.
“Who’s Sam?” Dad asked in his usual rough tone.
I wasn’t ready to go there, so I took a deep breath. “It’s no big deal. We’re just friends.”
Not Quite the Birthday Expected [Str8] [Mf] [Oral]
(Virgin post, folks. Go gentle. :D )
*Alana*
I stumbled out of the club, tears brimming from my eyes. I barely noticed the doorman who managed to open the door for me before I crashed into it.
It was supposed to be the best day of my life, my 18th birthday. My parents are on the opposite coast with their own thing, so I organized a couple girls into a girls night out, and we Uber’ed to this club we heard so much about. The line is long, and they checked ID like hawks, including flashlight in the face and all, but we got in. I was enjoying the atmosphere and the buzz of my third drink as we all bought a round. Half of the girls went to the Lady’s room, and I was heading for the bar for a refill when I happened to notice my boyfriend doing some dirty dancing with a blond bimbo on the dance floor.
My empty cup slipped from my hand as I froze. It was definitely him. There was no mistake.
I ran for the door.
Wanting [Str8 MF Cunnilingus]
We reach her door at half-past midnight after a slow and meandering walk through the park’s dappled darkness, up and down streets that led nowhere in particular. Nowhere but here. Side-by-side, talking and giggling, bumping into one another, teasing and shooting knowing glances. All the while, I’d watched the scattered moonlight stroke the edge of her jaw, the long curve of her neck, and I burned with jealousy.
But now we’re here. It drizzled tonight, leaving patches of cold wetness on the street and a glistening sheen on the gray stone of her stairwell. The spring wind rises and flutters in her hair, making the ends dance along her shoulder. She looks up at me with eyes like glaciers at sunrise, and I smile queerly. She bites her too-full lip, glances shyly to the side, and says, “So…”
It’s a question and an announcement. A deflection of what we’re both probably thinking and feeling. Caught in the sudden gust of uncertainty, she sways gently to the side.
“So,” I echo.
“This is me,” she adds near whisper, glancing over her shoulder at the door as if that weren’t obvious.
Lustful bookstore encounter
I saw you at the book store. You were in your own world as you stood browsing the aisle. What drew me to you was your voluptuous ass, squeezed into a pair of black leggings. I moved into the aisle, trying to appear as if I was browsing the selection, but rrally what I was doing was surveying your ass, wanting so desperately to drop to my knees and burry my face into it.
I am 28 year male, brown hair and hazel color eyes. I am 5’8″, with a slender physique from my job as a firefighter. I work a 24/48 schedule so it was date that on my day off I find you at one of my local haunts. A married man, but through my years I have grown sexually distant from my wife. Seeing you fed into my lust, and wanting your ass was the icing on the cake.
Acting as if I found a book I squatted down, a strategy that gave me an opportunity to veiw my prize, face to ass I wanted so desperately to tounge your ass hole and have you smother my face as you sat on me.
GF’s Dorm 1 – Blowjob while spying on her roommate [Str8, MF+F, Blowjob + Voyeurism]
This is a story about Teagan, my girlfriend back in my university days and her roommate, Sarah.
Teagan is of an Asian descent which granted her a slender petite frame, hazel eyes, long dark hair and naturally tanned skin. She is blessed with firm B cups, a flat stomach and lean shapely butt – she goes to the gym to do squats quite frequently. And to top it all off, she is very pretty with a sweet smile. Being an introvert, she is very soft spoken and shy. Only after a year of going out with each other, did we finally have sex – I was her first sexual partner. She was timid at first but was very eager to learn.
We both lived on the campus in our university, but the dorms we were in were gender specific – and they were very strict about visitation from the opposite gender. Each room is shared between two girls, with a connecting bathroom between two room – so four girls to a bathroom.