John arrived at the school just after 7pm. He approached the west entrance, just as the note had instructed, but all was dark. He waited a few minutes, then turned to leave. Just then, there was a quiet creak from the door, and a soft voice whispered: "this way!” The door was open just wide enough for him to slip inside into the darkness of the building. "Take your shoes off,” whispered a female voice, "We need to be really quiet. Here, I'll make some light.” She turned on her cell phone, and in the dim light he saw it was the red-headed girl from that afternoon. She was still wearing the plaid school uniform skirt, but instead of the crisp white shirt she wore a polo shirt. The nipples on her large breasts showed prominently through it, and it was obvious she had no bra on. He removed his canvas deck shoes, and she led him down the corridor, then up a narrow flight of stairs. At the end of this corridor she opened a door and they stepped into a dark room. As soon as she closed the door, a light was switched on. It was a dorm room – there were two beds, two wardrobes and two chests of drawers, and on the beds sat the other three girls from the afternoon's class.
Category: sexystories
The Hot Tub [Bi] [FMFM]
“Are you ready? We were supposed to leave 10 minutes ago!” I holler to my girlfriend. We have dinner plans with my best friend and her boyfriend. “Coming!” She struts down the stairs in matte black pumps, red skinny jeans to match her lipstick, and a tight-fitting sweater, hugging her perky breasts and round ass. “I’m not wearing underwear” she whispers as she squeezes my ass and walks past. “Neither am I,” I whisper back.
We arrive at Courtney’s house with wine. Her boyfriend, a tall, tan athlete, answers the door. “Courtney is just finishing getting ready.” We walk inside, I sneak a peek at John’s ass, and start pouring the wine. Courtney finally walks into the living room, it’s obvious she’s horny, as she always is. She’s barefoot, with a casual yet sexy dress on her body. It’s apparent she’s wearing no bra, as her large DD breasts perk out. Yolanda and I glance at each other, then at John, then at Courtney again. “What?” she asks. “Uhhhh, nothing, here’s your wine.”
Gas, Grass, or Ass [MF] [Fsub] [exh]
I already dislike your brother, and I can tell you do too by the way you move to the back of the bus without a second thought. I can only imagine what it must feel like to be away from him for the first time in days. You ask if the seat next to me is taken and of course it isn’t. I like your smile as you sit, and you like mine.
He’s still pamphleting up at the driver’s seat, trying to sell my friends on the virtue of seizing the means of production. I’ve known a few hitchhikers in my time (and by known you know what I mean) but your brother is the first one I’ve seen to still be a tweedy stick-armed turtleneck wearing bitch-man even after weeks on the road. Sooner or later reality is supposed to come back to them. Clearly it came back to you sooner. That’s new.
We’re not five minutes on the road, up the interstate into the night once more, before I think you catch the scent of this gang. You realize none of the men you’re seated among share your brother’s interests. Nor his physique; we’re all fit men here, and confident in our capacity for domination. What pains you amuses us, so we still let him talk.
20F Forbidden Desires [MF] [bdsm] [oral] [Fsub] [Mdom]
I have this burning desire and I just have to write it out.
Some backstory: We are officers. I am 20F and he is (I'm guessing) mid-30s. He's my superior. He's also married and has a young child.
I'm an average girl. Some would call me boring. I don't do drugs, I don't drink and I don't party. I'm not wild. I've also never hooked up with anyone before. I've only been with one guy before. I get flustered easily, I'm shy with romance. Don't get me wrong though, I'm not unattractive nor do I have a weak sex drive; I'm just more conserved and shy.
It's late and I'm tired. Work is almost done and I'm definitely ready to go home, relax and sleep. I head over to the office where we report at the end of our shift. Two supervisors await us as we all gathered in the room. In my tired state I look up and I see an unfamiliar face. "I haven't seen you around here" I thought to myself. It is not unusual, as the the roles of our superiors and where they are situated change from time to time. He was tall, built and had a handsome face. That was the first time I remembered seeing him. The next couple of times I saw him he showed up when I was working. He works the night shift so I would see him at the last couple of hours I worked. It was like a treat for a long day of work. We started to talk and I found that not only is he eye candy, he's also easygoing, funny, and great to talk to.
Shawna: Roma Revenge – Part XII – Partners in Crime [FF Fdom]
I must apologize for the month and more of delay on this. There was a unique alchemy of me running out of steam (I wasn’t feeling the love scene, I hope it came through hot enough), being busy looking for a new job as my contract is up at the end of the year (anyone in Calgary hiring for IT or writing?) and a serious hospitalization in the family. I should be back on track soon! Thanks for sticking with me!
Quick scene: “The Stalker” [inc, nc]
Trying to get back into writing. I finally finished the chapter I was stuck on, and I banged out this little scene in response to a writing prompt. Enjoy!
"You're ridiculous," I told him as we left the bar, punching his shoulder. "If we go straight home, it blows the whole plan! The point was to make that guy who's following me thing I have a big tough boyfriend, but if we go home he won't see us!"
"Well, we can always try again tomorrow," he said with a wink. "C'mon home and we'll put the proper ending on the night early."
I glanced around. "Hey now, there's nobody here to impress, you can drop the act for now. Don't forget that you're my brother or anything."
"Yeah, sure," he said, rolling his eyes. "Well, if you really wanna go see some dumb movie, okay. I guess we've got the time."
Swiss Finishing School Pt1 [mFffff]
John had been in Switzerland for six months, after his dad had got him a job with his company, but now the project was coming to an end. He had a week left on his flat, and decided to use the time to relax before heading home to London. He was having breakfast in his favourite little cafe, reading the paper, when he came across a small advert in the classifieds. "Male life model required for health class." It gave the name and number of a very exclusive girls' finishing school in the city. John had heard of these Swiss finishing schools – they were where the ultra-rich sent their daughters after high school, where they would learn the skills a wealthy heiress would need in starting her adult life. Things like party planning, instructing staff, how to behave on a yacht, getting in and out of low-slung sports cars without showing their underwear, that kind of thing.
Borrowing the neighbour
This is a story I wrote for another site and I thought you guys might like it. Not sure where to put it so posting in both /r/eroticliterature and /r/sexystories. I hope you enjoy it. Borrowing the Neighbour
It had been a long and tedious day in the office, and by the time 5 o'clock came around, Cindy was ready for a long soak in the hot tub on her deck at home. Just the thought of relaxing on those well placed jets started her nipples tingling. Packing up and saying goodnight to her colleagues was done in double quick time tonight and before she knew it, she was headed for home.
A quick stop to pick up some food and a bottle of wine for herself on the way home and she was ready for a night in by herself. Her husband had taken the kids to his parents in the next city over and she had the house to herself for the weekend. Her mind drifted on the drive home wondering what she might do with the time, besides soaking in the hot tub and topping up her tan. Maybe she could tease the neighbours again. She had caught them both watching her on occasion, alone and sometimes together.
20 – [F4M] [Oral, Fantasy, Island, Master]
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Mom and Dad insisted we do the big summer family vacation thing over all of our objections. Robby was pissed he was missing hanging out with his buddies over the last summer before leaving for college. Sarah was constantly texting her latest boyfriend and refused to speak to anyone. That suited me fine because she's a bitch. And me? I wanted to squeeze my new bigger boobs into last year's bathing suit and finally convince that hunky life guard at the YMCA to show me what I've been missing. Oh well…
I have to admit the island resort was great, but as soon as we got checked in Mom did her whole take over the schedule thing and dragged Sarah and me to the spa. Don't get me wrong, I love being pampered but I want it on my terms. When the girl at the front desk greeted us, I asked for the gorgeous, dark-skinned masseur to rub me all over, but Mom insisted I get a masseuse instead. Then she took the masseur for herself with a barely suppressed smirk.
The Bedwarmer [MF]
The head housekeeper called all the slave girls together into the kitchen.
"The Master has just received word that a member of the Senate will be spending the night with us. He had planned to travel through the night, but a wheel has broken on one of his wagons, so he will be stopping here." She looked sternly at us all. "This is a big opportunity for the Master to make a good impression, so we have a lot of work ahead of us."
With that she began handing out tasks, and as each girl received her orders she scurried off. Eventually I was standing there alone. "The Master has decreed that you are to be the Senator's bedwarmer. Now go join the girls preparing the guest rooms."
I groaned inwardly. Whilst it would certainly help my position in the household to be chosen to see to such an important guest, "bedwarmer" was a euphemism for "girl who gets humped by a fat, sweaty old man and has to pretend to enjoy it". Important men traveled with a whole retinue of guards and slaves, of course, but it was traditional for the host to offer a bedwarmer for the first night of a guest's stay, and it was a sign of trust in the host to accept.