The one time [f]ucking my ex was a great idea.

She felt the heat of his green eyes on her as she fumbled with her keys. Her cheeks burned bright red as she dropped them and knelt gingerly to retrieve them, and he felt a familiar stirring deep in his belly. The door finally clicked open, and he gently nudged her inside with his palm in the small of her back.

“It’s been a while since I’ve been in a dorm room,” he said with a smirk, pulling her tight against his chest as the door closed with a thud.

“Does that bother you?” she asked softly, her dark eyes wide and staring up at him. He shook his head before pressing his mouth hard against hers. She pulled him closer and stood on her tiptoes to hungrily return his kiss.

They’d kissed before, way more than once and way more than kissed, but those few years felt like forever ago. She’d spent several nights in his bed, a girl away from home for the first time desperately trying to prove she was grown. But she had never kissed him back like this. He could feel how badly she wanted him and she was setting his world ablaze. Read more »

Parents caught me sexting. [straight]

Last night my parents came home from dinner while i was texting with someone i met on this site. I was completely naked except except for my socks.

I tried to jump up and cover up but I wasn’t quick enough and they basically caught me red handed, so to speak.

They also discovered a huge wet spot on the couch that they weren’t too happy about and my dad said he “could smell my stuff.”

Then he spanked me. I don’t know how to handle this: I’m 21 years old. How do I tell my dad that he shouldn’t be spanking me anymore? Also, I feel like he may have been trying to smell me some more. Weird.

Maria – The Girl Next Door

The last photograph was the same pose but the girl was on her stomach. Maria rolled over and rested her head on Simon’s lap. “Oh!” Her head popped up.  “OH WOW! You’ve… got a HARD ON!” Maria exclaimed. Then she giggled. “Oh, did I do that to you?”

“What do you think? Of course you did, as I said, I’m not gay!” replied Simon.  

Maria laughed; and then she gazed with a look of curiosity at the prominent bulge in Simon’s jeans. She picked up the black folder. “Is… it like that?” she asked. There was a nervous tone in her voice now. 

On the page was a picture of a naked man sitting on a stool with a very large endowment standing upright against his belly, the head of his cock obscured his navel. Simon went a little pale. “Well, similar, I guess”, he said.

“You wish!” commented John.

The following image was of the same man with one of the girls on the wall pictures. They were in a very arty looking nude pose, the man lay on his back on the floor with the girl behind him on her side with her head propped on her left elbow. Her right hand rested on the man’s thigh.  Read more »

Me Overflowing [fm]

I woke up in a sweat. Thinking of him. On my belly with my hard nipples brushing against the soft sheets. My pussy wet and throbbing. Soaked through my panties. I begin to blush. Biting my lips with a satisfied grin. A wave of recollect pouring over me. Into me. Filling me up. Like he fills me up. Every part of me overflowing.

The taste of him. Swirling in my mouth. Salty and sweet. Remembering one hand on his cock and another kneading his balls. As I lick the sticky from the tip of his swollen cock. Slowly moving my tongue up and down his rigid shaft. Then wrapping my lips around him. Taking him so deep his head hits the back of my throat. My mascara running down my blushing cheeks after my eyes water. He is fucking my face. His cock bouncing playfully in and out while my mouth fills with slobbering gags.

The sound of him. Moaning blissfully as he is growing in my mouth. Filling my ears and inspiring me to please him with my eager holes. Hands tangled in my hair. Grasping tightly as he is telling me he missed me. His perfect slave. His breathy declaration melting my will. Read more »

[MF] Release the Tension

*Just a quick snippet about pleasing an old FWBs[M]*

You’re tense, but tired. I can see it in your actions. You’re on high alert, but you look beaten. You look as though you’d be almost content to just settle in for a nap. I have another idea though. Just the thing to make you relax.

Today I don’t wait for you to make the move. Worked up, but looking to help I come towards you. I gently put my hands on your waist as we begin to kiss. You’re starting to come to life now, but I know you’re feeling exhausted. That’s alright though I got this.

Slowly I move my hands around to your ass and give it a light squeeze. You instinctively begin undressing me. As you remove my pants your mouth begins traveling down my neck as you plant kisses here and there. Standing there in my bra and panties I can’t help but want to ravish you, but that isn’t what you need.

Your lips return to mine and I can now feel your throbbing dick. So turned on, I remove your shirt and begin running my hands through the hair on your chest. God is it hot. Again, I remind myself that this is for you. This round. Read more »

Tyler’s Game (str8, MF, Mdom, game/bet – 2.778 words)

Author’s note: I primarily post elsewhere – details in comments – but some followers suggested that r/sexystories might enjoy some of my stuff. Here’s one I hope works for this group. :-)

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**Tyler’s Game**
by All These Roadworks (2019).

Tyler had a competitive streak a mile wide. She was a smart-ass, and she hated to lose, and it got her into trouble. For instance, when her cousin Piers visited her in the week after her birthday.

“I got you a late present,” said Piers, handing her a small cardboard box. On the front it said, “Girl Challenge!” in big letters, and then, “No girl has ever won!” in smaller letters below.

“What is this?” she asked.

“So it’s designed for a couple of girls to play together, or you play with a boy and you make a bet,” said Piers. “Then the other person draws cards for you from the box. Each card has a challenge on it. You do two of the “Easy” challenges, two of the “Medium” challenges, then one of the “Hard” challenges, and if you complete all five, you win. They’re supposed to be easy individually, but they add up to become hard.” Read more »

Give and Take, Part 2 [F/M] [Pegging] [Mature]

Warnings: This part has M/F. Questionable consent. This is part 2 of 4.

Tom accepted a new client the very next day, a commercial one, which kept him busy from dawn until dusk. He did not enter the house for a week straight.

Natalie’s health recovered, slowly but surely. She took two more days off work, then a half day, then slid back into her regular working schedule. The baby was sleeping now, and she could hear the relief in her son’s voice through the phone. She slept in her own bed and luxuriated in a few free nights, needed by no one.

Then, she turned her attention to the Tom problem.

That Friday, she picked up a roast, one of the suggested pairings of wine, and some local organic in-season vegetables from Whole Foods on the way home. She texted Tom the menu and invited him to join her for dinner at the dining room table.

He texted back a terse message stating that he was finishing up at the job site, and didn’t know when he would get home. Read more »

Give and Take, Part 1 [F/M] [Femdom] [Pegging] [Mature]

WARNINGS: Includes homophobic/transphobic language. This is Part 1 of 4.

Two days ago, Natalie had woken up with a pounding headache and chills, fully in the grip of the flu. The timing could hardly have been worse.

Granted, she had plenty of PTO left at work, no upcoming appointments she couldn’t reschedule, and her son and his wife had finally decided to sleep train the baby—yes, *they* had been nothing but gracious about the news—had even sent her a bouquet of flowers, thank-you note attached. They sat wilting in a vase in the hallway.

In other news, Tom had been sent to the store that afternoon to restock on Nyquil and honey lozenges, and come back with two bottles of wine. He plunked them down on the coffee table–littered with the corpses of several dozen Kleenex–and spoke first, with an air of forced casualness. “Want a glass?”

Natalie did not, in fact, want a glass. Her head was pounding so hard, it felt like her skull was forcing its way out of her skin. She’d spent the last 48 hours wrapped in several blankets on the family room couch, drifting in and out of consciousness while marathoning the Great British Baking Show. *Must it* really *be now?* she asked the universe, but pasted a smile on her face anyway. “Sure, dear. Just a splash.” Read more »

A night at the strip club [MFF]

We had done it a couple of times before. The first time was tame. We watched the girls dance, and he got a lap dance. It was fun to watch him turned on. Great sex followed. The second time, we were a bit bolder. I made out with a dude and we each got a lap dance. She was a bit more hands-on with me than with him… she touched my crotch, pretended to give me oral. But my pants stayed on. He watched the show and got a lap dance. Again, this led to some incredible sex when we got home and piqued our curiosity just enough to try it again, with bolder expectations. And tonight, we filled them. We dressed for the occasion. Me in my black corset under my jacket with tight jeans that made my ass look great! He wore his white crisp dress shirt and slacks. We hop in an Uber and are off. Read more »

[MF] I had sex with my best friend’s Girlfriend, and I’m extremely conflicted about it.

This story is really fresh in my memory, and I am still dealing with the emotional consequences. However, it was by far the hottest sex I’ve ever had in my life, and I need to tell people about it. All the names in this story have been changed have been changed.

Let’s start with the context. About three years ago, I moved from the United States to the Netherlands, where I attended University. When I first arrived I had a lot of trouble meeting people, as I was fresh out of high school, and generally awkward. A couple weeks after I arrived, I had the good fortune to meet Percy. Percy and I had a lot in common, and we immediately hit it off. He was another nerdy, awkward dude. He was a couple years older than me, and he took me under his wing, introducing me to his friend group (which included the woman who would be my first girlfriend) and kick started my social life. Beyond that, he insisted that I come over to his apartment at least once a week for a proper meal, and generally helped me adjust to my new country. He helped me survive my first year there, and I still owe him a tremendous debt of gratitude. Read more »