It has been 200 years since i’ve been awake. More than that, what was it that Dr. Warner said. It was the year 2245. It has been…. let’s see.. 230 years? Christ, we sure as hell fucked things up. Looking in front of me at the monstrous figure in charge of my fate. Everything around me feels odd. Some of the objects I see around me are obviously advanced beyond the early 21st century, while others are….so ancient and rudimentary. Let’s see Neanderthals that’s what mon’gor is. They were extinct ages ago. Maybe they’re only scavengers of human technology? It would explain the mix of wardrobe hybrid between the jetsons and flinstones. Then again, my gaze going up Mon’gor’s powerful back. His powerful muscles moving with ease glistening in the artificial light that seems to nearly perfectly match sunlight. At least they finally got rid of that fake yellow office light I hated so much. His sculpted ass fitting snugly in his leather pants stopping just short of his knees. mmmm, okay… he’d probably break me in two, but I’m definitely liking the view in this new age.
Category: sexystories
Neanderthals return…. Chapter 1 [mf – kind of ]
My name is Amy. The last time I was conscious it was the 21st century. I had been diagnosed with a deadly form of Lung cancer. It had progressed to such a stage that there really was no end in sight. I married well and had no lack of experimental drugs, research centers or access to the best hospitals and doctors in the country. The problem is… I was dying and there was nothing I could do about it. I talked to Jason, my husband and we decided to undergo an experimental procedure. Thought it wasn't known to the public at the time advances in cryogenics allowed for a crude form of suspended animation. We decided to both suspend ourselves and hope that when we are awaken, that the technology would exist to cure me and save my life.
I expected the world to have changed during my slumber. I knew that I would be awakening to a world where I knew nobody buy my sweet Jason that decided to make the journey with me. What faced me was beyond alien.
A Harlot’s Story, part I [oral, cheating, m/f]
This is part I of an on-going story I'm planning. I'll try to do a story a day, or at least twice a week.
I'm sorry if it's not very good. It's my first story.
Also, sorry for the long set-up and the shortage of sex. This is more of prologue to the series.
Blackmailed by AJ (Part One) [mff, oral, mast]
There is nothing I enjoy more than fucking. It’s no secret. Some may call me a whore, but I’m not; I just know what I like. Today, I like threesomes. It doesn’t take much convincing when it comes to Brendan and Felicia. This has become an every week routine, and will be until I’m bored. We’re well past the awkward stage, when they walk into my living room, they know what to do. Luckily, my parents are rarely home anymore, so it makes our little ‘get togethers’ much easier. As they’re getting undressed I start the TV, today it’s some girl on girl video I found the night before. A little extra something to keep us going. Felicia loves to watch girl on girl; I discovered that in high school when we first met.
I lay down on the mattress I moved into the living room and open my legs. I give Felicia the first taste; through all the guys she has dated, that’s always been the rule. I swear she gets better every time. Her tongue can always draw an orgasm out of me. She is skillfully worshiping my clit with her mouth, each lap getting me closer to the edge. I can’t help but to let out the moans I have bottled up. She never lets me go over, no, that’s Brendan’s job. Felicia times it perfectly and stops, by now, she knows when I’m about to cum.
Neanderthals return….[Prologue]
Fair warning.. this is a lot of foreplay and not as much actual sex. I'm going to develop this slowly though it'll have slavery, BDSM, cheating, adultery, and all kinds of fun elements.
This is heavily inspired by the recent Jurassic Park movie. So props for the remake inspiring me to write this to begin with.
Anyways.. story time.
In 2015, when the remake of Jurassic park came about, there was already some discourse on how close we've come to realizing some of these fictional concepts visualized in the movie. Jules Verne is credited for imagining much of the innovation and creation that have come to be in the 20th century. Virtually all of his imaginary vehicles and innovation that were simply beyond comprehension at the end the 19th century have come to pass and made into reality through out the course of the 20th century. Everything from the idea of a submarine, or space travel has come to pass. The main exception that comes to mind is traveling to the center of the earth which I'm sure given the right motivation we would be eager and capable to rise to the challenge.
A Future Lawyer (part 2) [MF, FF, MFF, MFFM, MFM] [Inc] [Oral] [Fsub]
Dad pulled the boat along side of the only other boat out tonight.
“You lookin’ to trade?” the man on the other boat yelled over to us.
“Yeah. We’ve got my daughter, here.” he said, bobbing his head in my general direction. “Those two yours?” he added. He pointed to two young women on the other boat. One was pretty tall and thin. She had long blonde hair and was wearing a really cute black bikini with big red flowers on it. She filled out the top great. The other was short with dark brown hair. It looked almost black against her tanned olive skin. Her hair was cut very short, shaved tight on the sides and the back. She was wearing tight white shorts with a brown-gray shirt. The shirt was pulled tight over her breasts. Clearly she was very perky. The shirt didn’t touch the girl’s skin anywhere between the tips of her nipples and where it was tucked into her shorts.
“Yeah. My daughter and my brother’s daughter. Your’s looks pretty old.”
What an asshole. I wasn’t old. Certainly older than those girls, but 26 was hardly old. I wanted to yell out at him, but I knew I shouldn’t.
Shawna: Roma Revenge – Part I – The Metamorphosis [nc, MF, mast]
My name is Shawna. At least, according to my license it is. I used to be Shawn Milner, a relatively successful businessman with a bit of a drinking habit. I had lived as Shawn for twenty-seven very satisfied years, taking what I wanted from life and giving it my charming company in return. Even when that company was unwanted.
I was handsome, bold, strong… I really had it all. Not that I didn’t work hard at some of it; it takes more than wishful thinking and good genes to earn a square chest and a six-pack. But the art of communication, the gift of manipulating people? That came naturally to me, and I had no problem reaping its benefits.
I still remember the party that changed my life. It was a business function, after-hours drinking in the office. I suggested to Maria, one of our younger interns, that she should stick by me for the evening. Didn’t really give her a choice, to be honest. A strong personality can be like that.
Maria was smoking hot. She reminded me of that slutty-looking girl in that Disney movie, the one with the hunchback, but with more clothes on. I’d set my sights on her, but she was playing hard to get, acting like she just wanted to be friends. I’d have been fine with that, except that I wanted a piece of her. So I spent the party nursing one drink in a red plastic cup while making sure she had considerably more than that. Granted, there’s nothing wrong with fetching a lady a drink when she’s thirsty. Not at all.
Crushing up a few allergy pills into the drink, on the other hand, is more of a gray area.
At the time I didn’t see anything wrong with what I was doing. Or at least I didn’t let myself see. I justified what I was doing, telling myself that she was obviously drinking like a fish, and she’d get wasted eventually, so there was nothing too bad about giving her a little nudge in the right direction. And besides, there was like a fifty-fifty chance that she’d wake up, remember nothing, and thank me for taking care of her. So I felt no guilt – consciously, at least – when I dragged her down to the parking lot and into my car. And I felt even less guilt when I pulled the car over, leaned back her seat, pushed up her skirt and shoved myself inside of her.
The really hilarious thing is, it wasn’t even that good. I barely lasted a minute, pumping into her at an awkward angle, and I came before I was ready to. I had planned to shoot it over her chest or face or something, but instead I exploded mid-thrust inside her. That was probably my real mistake.
I took her home and laid her on my couch, then went up to bed. The next morning, she was gone, and I had a hangover so bad I wasn’t even sure what had happened wasn’t some weird dream. It couldn’t be, though, because I found Maria’s panties in the pocket of my slacks when I went to toss them in the laundry bin.
Maria didn’t show up to work the next week, but nobody said anything to me. I was starting to think that I’d gotten away with my little indiscretion and had pretty much put it out of my mind by Friday night.
Saturday morning proved how hasty that had been.
[M]y [f]antasy about a co-worker [reluc]
I'm 33 years old and have worked retail on and off for about 10 years now, it's nice to break up the monotony of working with a bunch of guys in a warehouse. Ever since last year there is this girl who has worked at the same store as me who in my younger years I wouldn't have thought twice about as I was into more curvaceous women at the time. For the story's sake I'll call her Ivy. She's 19 with wavy brown hair that goes just past her shoulders, about 5'5", dark green eyes, a big smile always adorns her face, and she has olive skin. I on the other hand am about 5'10" with hazel eyes, a shaved head, and am usually sporting a half cocked smile. Anyway, enough about the descriptions, lets get into the story.
Moving Sister [MF] [Inc] [Oral] [Reluc] [Voy]
“This is the last box. I closed the trunk before I left.” I told you when we met at the bottom of the stairs.
“Yay!” you exclaimed and started to run back.
I followed, watching your ass sway in your black running shorts. They were short enough that your ass cheeks poked out the bottom. When you stepped forward up onto the next stair, I got a peek at the pink panties covering your crotch. They looked a touch damp, but since the back of your bright yellow tee-shirt was wet with sweat, I assumed that was the case with your panties too.
We reached the top of the stairs and you led me down the path back to your new apartment. As we walked by your front window, I looked in at our hard work. Boxes were everywhere: piled up on the floor, sitting on top of tables and on the shelves on your new built-in bookcases. After we entered the apartment, you headed into the kitchen, leaving me in the living room alone. I sat the box down on a big stack of other boxes and took a seat on your couch. You soon returned, carrying two large glasses of water.
Nailed by The Neanderthal (Part One) [str8, Forced, sci-fi]
We're finally ready to go. The final testing has been done and the last thing we have to do is to fire her up. I didn't think I would see the day that our government would approve us for time travel. Much like cloning, the citizens are afraid of us playing god. I don't see it like that, we're discovering a new world, similar to space travel. Time travel is exciting, but there is a catch; We're not quite sure where we're going. Due to tests, I think we're going back about 26,000 years ago, but we can't be sure as we haven't sent humans yet. I'm the first person to travel through time, a badge I will wear with honor. I'm sure they picked me because I'm on the smaller side at 5 foot even, which means I could fit in their ridiculously small pod, and I have no family to speak of. No one would even notice I'm gone if I die or if the pod won't return. That doesn't frighten me, I'm excited. Finally, my life has meaning again.