Category: sexystories

I’m too young for sex :( pt. 15 [fM]

I ran out the front door sobbing. I’d forgotten to put on shoes, but there was no way I was going back in my house to get them. *My brother. My lover.*

I gagged and bent over the bushes to dry heave but nearly fell over from being light-headed. I didn’t know where to go. My house was no longer a refuge.

Bethany was a stranger to me now. I couldn’t understand how someone who loved me could hurt me like she had. She had to know it would kill me. Kill us. Our bestie connection was severed and I couldn’t imagine how we could ever be friends again.

When we discussed bringing Mark into our relationship, I put it in her hands. I told her straight up that it was her call. I told her she was my girlfriend and we would only be with Mark if she allowed it. She had embraced him with me.

I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and stared around the street. No one was out. Good. I needed to go somewhere and think. Clear my head. Everything was too sharp and bright, so I stumbled down the street. Read more »

Arousen, Oregon [m/f] [mast]

“Welcome to Arousen, Oregon!” stated the sign just off the highway that Kara and Doug sped through.

“Arousen?” Kara laughed. “What kind of name for a city is Arousen? It sounds like something a guy would say to try and hit on me. Like, ‘You’re pretty Arousen to me!’” Doug chuckled along with Kara.

“I’m not sure any guy would use a line that bad,” retorted Doug. The pair was on a trip to their home back in Washington for a school break. Doug met Kara way back in Kindergarten, and the two had been friends ever since. When it was time for them to attend college, they both ended up in schools in California. What this meant is that they would often drive with each other back up and down the west coast. For their trip today, they both decided to dress comfortably, with Kara in some short jean shorts and a light red blouse and Doug wearing his typical t-shirt and jeans. Read more »

A Helpful Stranger, part 2 [MFT][Fdom]

_A brief review of part 1_

Our bedroom is big, light and airy, on the second floor of our new suburban home. It’s on the corner of the house, with windows on two sides that catch a nice breeze on these warm summer days. It was my favorite room in the house until Greg started becoming more insistent and even abusive about sex. Recently it had started to seem like his attention was always on satisfying his enormous cock.

Greg had arrived home from work looking drunk, and he was excited to see me wearing my sexy schoolgirl outfit. My new friend Sara, who I’d met that afternoon, had told me that she would help with my abuse at Greg’s hands and cock. Sara told me to wear something sexy when Greg arrived, and I was wearing a short plaid skirt, red bra and thong, a short sleeved translucent white blouse, white ankle socks and shiny black Mary Janes. I’m short and petite, with small perky breasts, a tan complexion and long, wavy brown hair. Read more »

Getting Started [MF] [oral]

Jessa and I started going fairly steady after that trip; it wasn’t common knowledge in the hiking club, but certain people did figure it out (including Sam, a junior in the club who had had a relationship with Jessa the previous semester). It didn’t bother us too much, because we had never actually discussed our ‘relationship status’ and were very much in a physical relationship.

She never came over to my place – an apartment shared with a senior couple and their dog. I transferred into school that spring, and just found an empty room to stay in. I spent probably two to three nights a week at Jessa’s for the remaining few weeks of school; that included weekend nights, when we’d fuck on a fairly regular basis. I actually don’t remember my first time having sex, but I do remember some pretty awesome times with Jessa. Read more »

She said it’s not cheating. [m/f]

The story I’m going to tell happened some months ago with me.

I’m a fashion photographer (M/34) here in Paris/France.

I take my job very seriously and I never crossed any lines with models I photographed for three reasons. First, I’m married and love my wife. Second, I’m a professional and any improper behavior can ruin my career. Third, I respect the women I work with. Just because a model smiles or talks to me, doesn’t mean she wants something.

This was just another job. Chloe (F/22) called me weeks before the job to organize a lingerie shooting. She wanted some pictures to start modeling. Chloe is a gorgeous french blond, 1.78 tall, skinny, amazing body, long blond hair.

We decided to photograph at her apartment in the 8eme because of the natural light and the Parisian style. I buzzed to get in her building and she asked me to come up to the 4th floor. Chloe opened the door with a big smile, she looked amazing just with a jeans and t-shirt. Read more »

Adventures on the yacht [Str8] [mff] [inc]

Connor had brown hair, blue green eyes and an athletic physique. Working out for the last couple of years had really helped him even in the cold British weather. Wearing a white polo shirt and blue shorts, he was immensely bored sitting on the ship.

His father had recently celebrated 5 years of working with his business partner. Connor had never seen this *business partner*, he managed the company’s base in America. His father had decided it would be a good idea for both the families to take a holiday to The Maldives and The Seychelles – to get to know each other a bit better. All Connor knew was that he had two daughters roughly the same age as him.

They were waiting on the yacht for the other families. Finally, they appeared on the docks. Read more »

Girls’ Weekend [FMF,F] Ch. 14-15

#~Chapter Fourteen~
##My Seat

His hands are strong, yet supple, and his touch sends shivers down my spine. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Tammy and Amanda start to kiss. Kevin leans in and kisses my cheek, and asks me if it’s okay if he kisses me on the lips. As he does this, he parts my legs with his knee, and grinds against my inner thigh. I nod, and my lips part to receive him. He kisses me softly, and pulls me close to him. His breath is warm, and he’s a good kisser. It’s different from the way a girl kisses, but more familiar. I kiss him back, and involuntary feel myself start to grind against his knee. My skirt slides up a little, and I shift a little, which reminds me of what I have in my butt. As my arousal grows, the feeling of the plug is nicer, and I start to breathe heavier. He reaches down and slides my shirt over my head. Read more »

REQUEST: Handjob for a Friend [Str8][M/F][Reluc][Cheating]

Hi, I can’t find a story that I read (I thought on GoneWildStories, but maybe SexyStories) awhile ago, hoping someone else might have better luck or at the very least remember it. Super similar to a great personal experience, so it really turned me on.

The story was told from a girl’s perspective wherein she had a platonic male friend over visiting and they were watching TV on the couch. I can’t remember the course of the conversation but she ended up giving him a handjob, and only a handjob, almost as a favor.

He had a girlfriend, and he came pretty quickly because the narrator was the first “new” girl to touch him in years. I think he was a little remorseful for cheating even though he enjoyed the handjob, but the hot part was that the narrator almost didn’t even see what the big deal was, was happy to make him cum, and was up for doing it again sometime.

I’m too young for sex :( pt. 14 [fM]

We woke up with plenty of time to clean up before Mom and Dad got back with my delinquent brother, Joe. In fact, we were sitting around the kitchen table enjoying a late breakfast together when Joe burst through the door from the garage and headed straight upstairs for his room, shooting us all an evil look.

Mark got up with a grimace and headed after him before Mom and Dad came into the kitchen shaking their heads.

“Where’s Mark?” Mom asked as she came up to the table. Dad let out a heavy sigh as he stalked into their bedroom off the kitchen.

“He went to talk to Joe,” I said. “How’d it go?”

“Well, I wish Joe had been as responsible as *Mark*,” she said. “Your father and I weren’t really comfortable with you two going to the beach in the first place, but Joe promised there would be proper supervision and no drugs or alcohol.”

“We were *all* surprised,” I said, trying to preserve a little bit of freedom I’d been given. “I heard Camden Fletcher say it was just going to be few friends hanging out at her family’s beach house.” Read more »