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A Chance pt. 7 [ff][no sex]

**Author’s note:** I usually let my stories speak for themselves, but this one needs a little explanation. I know this subreddit is called sexystories and usually favors hot little stroke stories. That said, I’m a writer and my stories tend to go where they want.

I really love this story, but I couldn’t write this chapter and include any sexy bits because, frankly, this part of the story is really hard on the characters. But every couple of weeks I either get a comment or PM asking for more.

I write under other names besides /u/lizette_and_kimmy including /u/tooyoungforsex, /u/kat_and_renauld, /u/jacob_molly_camden, and /u/friends_and_benefits. You guys have voted 20 of my stories into the all time top 100 stories on this subreddit and I appreciate all your votes and comments.

So here is chapter 7 as it *needs* to be, without gratuitous sex, for those of you who keep asking for more. I suggest you click on my name (/u/lizette_and_kimmy) to read the earlier parts first or this chapter may not make any sense.

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Wrapping Up the Night [MMf] [DP/anal] [group] [voy]

**Continued** from *Dancing in the Basement*, *Emily in the Shower*, and *The Private Party* – links in comments

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The main floor is nearly empty, at least in the halls. I head to the bathroom to see if Emily was still in there.

The room is dark, but her shirt is still on the floor. I grab it and head to the kitchen to look for her. I wasn’t sure what I would do if she’d gotten in trouble, but I felt responsible to find her. There are only a few people in the kitchen, and they deny seeing her even come through to go outside. I go back to the main hallway, and decide to check the bedroom.

First I knock softly on Ashley’s door, and crack it open. It’s dark, and there are a few people sleeping on the bed. I flip the lights on and head over to see if any of them are Emily, or Ashley. None are, and one of the sleepers who woke up to the light suggests I check the guest bedroom. Apparently, the guy says, that bedroom has been the place to be all night, even with its door closed. Read more »

The Girlfriend [FF/Poly]

I trudged my way home from work with the warm Indian Summer air on my neck. With the midwest summers it was always better to wake up to sun and walk home in it, compared to the winters where I hardly saw daylight. As I approached the door through our multicoloured, but subdued shitty architecture, hallway I could begin to smell dinner. You imagine mice have a similar sensation as they get closer to the cheese and inevitable reward. My reward, a yapping dog that unfortunately heard the buckle of my satchel I so desperately try and hide when marching towards the wooden door.

In between the dog’s barks I shout a “hey something smells good!” You both are dancing around a bit as you shuffle between one side of the counter to the other to cheesy 2000’s dance hits. “You two would make more progress if you put down the glass of wine” I say slyly and with a smile. I unwrap the satchel from my neck, reach down to pet the now subdued protection mutt, and sit down on a chair at the bar. She reaches into the fridge and hands me a beer. “Did I mention you are a mind reader?” I mutter to her as she hands me my favourite brew and returns to your momentarily paused dance party. Read more »

The Girlfriend [M] [GAY/FF/Poly]

I trudged my way home from work with the warm Indian Summer air on my neck. With the midwest summers it was always better to wake up to sun and walk home in it, compared to the winters where I hardly saw daylight. As I approached the door through our multicoloured, but subdued shitty architecture, hallway I could begin to smell dinner. You imagine mice have a similar sensation as they get closer to the cheese and inevitable reward. My reward, a yapping dog that unfortunately heard the buckle of my satchel I so desperately try and hide when marching towards the wooden door.

In between the dog’s barks I shout a “hey something smells good!” You both are dancing around a bit as you shuffle between one side of the counter to the other to cheesy 2000’s dance hits. “You two would make more progress if you put down the glass of wine” I say slyly and with a smile. I unwrap the satchel from my neck, reach down to pet the now subdued protection mutt, and sit down on a chair at the bar. She reaches into the fridge and hands me a beer. “Did I mention you are a mind reader?” I mutter to her as she hands me my favourite brew and returns to your momentarily paused dance party. Read more »

Being denied sex by my ex helped me perfect fingering myself!

To start, I may be self-conscious, or not the most confident girl. However, there is no shortage of men (and some women) that have chased after me. Although I can’t particularly see why that is, it must mean I’m at least somewhat attractive, right?

I’m 20, 5’5″, dirty blonde hair, 115 lbs, 32C, was told I had the best ass in my high school days before I had a boyfriend. I’ve been compared to Christie Brinkley in her younger years, even told that it’s creepy how much we look alike (although I can’t see it).

Anyway, my last relationship lasted about 2 years. In the beginning, the sex was crazy. He was my second (and last, so far) sexual partner and he showed me what I thought “good sex” would be. However, after our first year, his interest in me seemed to slowly decline.

He wanted to spend more time with a particular male friend of his, who he openly thought was gay but was apparently too afraid to ask him.

I noticed that on the nights he would hang out with this friend, his phone would miraculously die and he wouldn’t want to have sex for several days after. I thought I could be paranoid, but the signs got worse and worse. Read more »

GOP Convention Hookup (29m/20f)

Ok I’m probably crazy to post this, but I’m home alone, drinking, and it’s a throwaway so what the hell.

Who am I? 29, 6”2, a little extra meat on the bones but I’m told that I’m a generally good looking guy.

I didn’t come to the Republican National Convention thinking I’d get fucked. OK, that’s not completely accurate. I was hoping to get fucked. But I assumed I wouldn’t. It seems like straight hookups are a lot less common than gay ones at GOP get togethers, for some reason.

I came to the RNC to cover the circus, along with a million other press types, both new media and old. I’m on the old media side, a segment producer for a national network. I’ve actually been on the Trump beat since his official announcement in June of last year. There were three of us, on-air talent, camera person and yours truly, who followed Trump around the country. At first we assumed it be a short gig, but it didn’t take long for those of us embedded with the campaign to realize his staying power. Read more »

My [F]irst [M]onster Cock

Hi, my name is Ashleigh and I’m a size queen. Now, that doesn’t mean I’m an elitist. If I only fucked huge dicks, I would barely ever get laid. I just prefer a penis size that most women would find to be uncomfortable or outright painful. But some of the best sex I’ve ever had was from average sized guys. Being a “size queen”, to me, means the bigger you are, the more likely I am to fuck you for the sake of fucking you. This story is how I learned that I really do love monsters.

By the end of high school, I had sex with 29 different guys. It was a lot, but it was spread out over time and over social groups (theater, stoners, tennis). Some were just once, some were quite a few times. Now I was 5’5”, tan with short dark blonde hair, 105lb and athletic, with a 32D bra, so if I wanted to get with a willing guy, I could get him. I was (and am) a very sexual person, so I took advantage of this: I had 3 or 4 FWB who I could fool around with at any time, and if someone new caught my eye, I would fuck him too. I kept track of it all in a little book, and realized that I liked the bigger dicks. I felt fuller and more satisfied. Read more »

[MF] [Mystical] – Confluence

*I like science fiction and fantasy, and lately I’ve been into erotica and noticed there’s a sad lack of overlap in the genres. I decided to play with some supernatural themes and write some stories I’d like to read. I’d love to know what anyone thinks!*

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I’ve been driving in the air-conditioned car for so long that I’ve forgotten how ridiculously hot it is outside. It doesn’t matter that I’ve been staring down a long, straight road that shimmers to the horizon with captured heat, it doesn’t matter that we pass scrub grasses, stunted, pointy trees, and brown -yellow earth. If you go long enough without feeling something, you start to forget it’s there for you to feel.

So I immediately regret it when I open my door and I’m slapped in the face by the desert atmosphere. The heat isn’t still, it rushes into the car like it’s being blown from an oven, instantly drying my exposed skin and dampening anywhere I’m covered by clothes. I grumble, and of course whenever I grumble, Elaine laughs. Read more »

Out [mm]

His stomach was a mix of excitement and fear, and it was impossible to untangle the two. There was a good showing of people out tonight. Smoke, alcohol and high pitched laughter wafting around through the air. The light turned green and he stepped out with the waiting crowd off the curb to cross the street. Part of them, but apart. His hands and feet were buzzing. Am I really doing this? He looked eagerly at each person who walked past him, trying to tease out their secrets in a glance. What’s YOUR story? Because he was sure that everyone had one.

This was it. Hand on the cold door handle, the pit of his stomach dropped to his feet. I am walking into a gay bar. I can do this. This is who I am. One deep breath and he pulled door open and stepped inside. There was the usual clinking and chatter going on like any bar anywhere, and there were both men and women. There were so many more men though, cute men. Did I really just think that to myself without freaking the hell out?… Yes, lots of cute men. After he got past the smell of beer and transient smoke from outside, he could smell that the room was full of men too. It made him giddy. Read more »