Sex-Stories


Housewife Dreams Ch. 2

She quickly removed her shirt, pants and thong. He pulled her down next to him on the couch. "This is mine," he said, pulling on her nipple. "And this and this," as he spread her legs, touching her clit, pushing a finger into her cunt. "And this," he poked a finger at her asshole. "All mine." He turned the T.V. off. "Spread yourself to me. Play with everything that is mine. Show me how to play with my toy."She spread her legs and brought her hand down between them. She spread her lips, exposing her clit and cunt. Fingering her clit, flicking and rubbing, she slid her fingers into herself. With her other hand she pulled and squeezed her tits. Her moans increased as her excitement grew.

Housewife Dreams Ch. 1

"Viagra," she snorted. "What a load of shit. Men have no problem getting horny and wanting it. They should make something for women. Something that will put me in the mood all the time like you want." She tossed the paper on the table. He glanced at her and smiled. "You're always saying that. I'm sorry I love you so much. That I want you so much. If they did come up with something, would you take it?""Just once in a while. If I gave it back to you like you seem to want it, you couldn't take it."He smiled again. "Well tonight's our night, as agreed, right? Every Friday? So wear what I've asked, and pretend you're interested, okay?

Strangers in the Night

Its late evening and slut has gone to bed early, she is feeling wet and frustrated, the house is empty for a few hours. You are lying in bed with just a nightie on and a small pair of sexy knickers. The the covers are off as it is hot and you are lying on your back with legs slightly apart in a very seductive way. You have fallen asleep as you are dreaming dirty things when you are awoken by a noise, you just have time to open your eyes before you feel a hand on your mouth. Unable to scream you are pinned to the bed by a masked man who is on top of you dressed in a black suit and wearing very strong but sexy aftershave. He pins you down putting his weight right on top on you.

boss and slut go to the swingers club

The door of the swingers club opens and we walk downstairs into a dimly lit room where a olive skinned woman with long black hair in her mid 40s dressed in stocking, suspenders, heels and a basque greets us. She is about a size 16 and has large breasts spilling out of her basque top. She looks us up and down very suggestively and she is flirting with us both. You are dressed in killer black heels a short shirt with stockings and suspenders underneath.

A good workout!

It's your day at the gym. A good workout might burn up all the stress and aggravations from a hectic week. You just want to escape from the routine and relax for a change. All your senses are numb and your mind is wandering, unable to focus. Wanting to feel sexy and desirable, you dress in a soft, clingy leotard and wear tiny shorts above your leggings. Enjoying the not so subtle effect you have on others brings a smile to your pretty face. You start out with stretching exercises and then aerobics, working on a burn and feeling fine. Light repetitions with barbells leads to the machines. Mirrors are everywhere and reflect your tight physique, cute little rear and perky nipples.

The Beach at Night

It was a very dark night, lit by the stars and occasional flashes of lightening on the horizon. The sound of the Gulf soothing as the waves hiss ashore, cresting and breaking, setting a rhythm for your footsteps. The gentle breeze is blowing softly through your hair. Your long flowing dress caressing your thighs as you walk, sandals in hand, to meet me. The seductive sway of your hips, your swollen lips and proud nipples showing through your blouse excite me. I catch the scent of your perfume. Sitting in the still warm sand, waiting, watching you near, I feel my pulse quicken. Thoughts of your passion stirs my loins and begins the hardening.

Romantic Bath

Your room is softly lit by dozens of flickering candles. Their flames cast ever-changing shadows against the walls. Open French doors to the balcony allow the gentle night breeze to stir the curtains and bring the fresh scent of confederate jasmine inside. The stars are shining and the silvery moon is full. Night sounds create a background of harmony and peacefulness. Half submerged in your Victorian bath, frothy bubbles overflowing, you sigh contentedly as you dream of my touch. Sprinkled rose petals outline your breasts and mingle with the scented oils you liberally added before you began.

Punishment

His anger abating, he slows his fierce punishment. Pausing to look at what he has done, he hears her muffled sobs and feels her tears flowing freely as they drop from her reddened eyes. She is so vulnerable spread over his knees with her fiery red bottom offered for whatever punishment he deems. Welted, swollen, striped and bruised from his spanking, her skirt is still up over her hips. Her wet panties are near by. Her legs are quivering and her thighs are slightly spread. Reaching down, he gently pushes her legs farther apart and spends a moment looking at her lovingly. Feeling a stirring as his desire grows, he parts her punished cheeks to see her young nakedness.

First Anal

You are lying there, peaceful and content after an incredible wave of passion. Your skin is flushed and glistening with perspiration. Your nipples are still hard and your breasts swollen. Creamy wetness is still flowing from your open sex as you lay there with your legs comfortably parted. The scent of your arousal and release lingers in the room. Candles soften your contented smile. I watch you as your tongue slowly licks your lips, remembering our mingled taste when you took me deep in your mouth afterwards. Our passion was an erotic mixture you savored and shared with me in your gentle kisses.

Dogsitting Oscar

When I was a young teen, something happened to me that I have never felt entirely comfortable with until now. At the time I was a giggly girl hanging out at the mall with friends and eyeing cute guys, but never daring to venture beyond flirting and the occasional kiss. I was a virgin and extremely naive and I was self conscious about my body. I had straight brunette hair I wore at shoulder length, a petite frame with small breasts capped with perfect pink nipples. I was 5'2 and weighed 85 lbs. Anyway, one afternoon as I was walking home from school my neighbor called me over to his fence. Mr. Perez was of some Latin American descent and spoke with a heavy accent.