Sex-Stories


Park patrol

Far from the battle fields of the desert in Iraq , I had made it back from hell only to find out that there is a hell of a different kind waiting for me . My young bride had gotten a better offer and hit the road for greener pastures. The war had left me with a permanent limp and so my budding career in law enforcement had been stopped cold before it even started. So here I sit , campus cop at some ag tech college in the middle of some cornfield in Ohio. My nights once clearing streets in Bagdad where now spent breaking up noisy frat parties and coeds screwing in some of the most peculiar paces. But it was a paycheck and along with my disability I was able to live okay.

Our New Toy

I've tried many new toys in the past with my wife because of my size.., or lack there of. I love her very much and it frustrate's me, and her I'm sure.., so I constantly try to figure out how to make myself bigger with and without toys. I've failed for years until one day, early this year I saw something that gave me a great idea. But would it work for both of us? Would it be easy to use for me and feel fantastic to her? This is the story of our new toy. The kids were asleep and we were watching tv. I had told her earlier in the day that I had something for her. She knew I had something sexual for her but had no idea what it was or when I'd show it to her.

Rough Intercourse

I walked towards you slowly, I looked around to size up the environment before I slammed you against the wall with my hands squeezing your wrists holding you to the wall. The adrenaline had began pumping and I made sure I controlled my breathing as the adrenaline continued to flow. I tightened my grip on you and noticed the numerous photos of you on the wall, I noticed the cute innocent photos of the younger self and now looked at the vicious wild sexual animal portrayed in front of me who's only need was sex as you growled at me and tried to fight out of the position. I looked smug as I showed my strength as I overpowered you and kept you tight against the wall.

Sexual Experiences in the Shower!

I approached your house and knocked on your door, as I stood on your doorstep in the cold, I saw a slither of light protruding through the doorframe, there was no answer but the door was slightly ajar so I entered. I slowly opened the door and I quickly reached the top of the stairs, I turned right and approached her room, I walked in and saw the pile of clothes on the floor- her tank top and shorts and her lacey bra and underwear too. This led me to the conclusion that she was in the shower, so I quickly left her room and approached the bathroom and I knew from previous experiences that the lock on the door didn't work and also she had a phobia of being locked in a place.

The night on the beach

My hands ran over your body, as I cuddled you tightly, telling you that nothing would ever shock you again. I whispered in my ear for the go ahead and you nodded, I began to run my hands slowly down your body. Reaching your thighs and slowly running my fingers down them, I moved my hand up your dress to massage the inside of your thigh. I did it slowly, starting on the inside of your knee and moving inwards towards your body. I reached your groin area and stopped movement but I left it lingering. I began to kiss you passionately, slipping my tongue inside and began to touch your tongue with mine. Your hands ran down my body, unbuckling my belt and pull it off.

A night of pleasure

I walked towards you slowly, I looked around to size up the environment before I slammed you against the wall with my hands squeezing your wrists holding you to the wall. The adrenaline had began pumping and I made sure I controlled my breathing as the adrenaline continued to flow. I tightened my grip on you and noticed the numerous photos of you on the wall, I noticed the cute innocent photos of the younger self and now looked at the vicious wild sexual animal portrayed in front of me who's only need was sex as you growled at me and tried to fight out of the position. I looked smug as I showed my strength as I overpowered you and kept you tight against the wall.

Lady with a twist

I remember when Cindy, my wife, long time wife with a huge appetite for cock, had wanted to go to a hotel bar, pick up a guy, a complete stranger, and fuck him. Boy is that ever a short synopsis. I wrote a story about one of those adventures, something about wives who fuck other men. But not all sex stories in my world are about Cindy. Hey, I'm not a bad looking guy, I dress nice, talk nice, I get my share of attention. She just gets a lot more cock than I get pussy. But, that's the way it works. I even think she got more pussy than I did. Anyway, I was out of town on business, nice hotel-convention center actually, and depending on the convention, a certain kind of "girl" showed up.

A Doggie Licking 3Sum

I remember this day like it just happened, the heat between my thighs was beginning to take over my day. School had just let out, and I in my teens needed an orgasm. My clit was swollen from the wanted release. As I made it home, I was alone; my mom was at work and my brother football practice! Automatically removing my pants, while rubbing my pussy, no longer able to resist. I made it to my bedroom, dripping wet, as I spread my legs and rubbed my sweet cunt until the first orgasm came. I grabbed my brush, it had a handle on it like no other, and in fact that's why I bought it in the first place. I rode my brush letting my juices cover it, while I moaned and pretended to be fucked.

The Sex Is So Much Better When He's Mad At Me

I love rough, angry make up sex. The kind of sex that leaves you dirty, sweaty, sore, and breathless. And if I'm being completely honest with you, I admit that sometimes I'll initiate an argument on purpose, just so we can make up afterwards, but last night I didn't have to do that. No, last night I felt the tension as soon as he walked through the door. I was sitting in my office at my computer, paying some bills and sipping on a cup of hot tea. I had my Facebook open and my chat was on. I had been talking to a guy that my husband doesn't particularly care for (and, in his defense, for good reason). This guy that I was talking to (we'll call him Army Guy), he wants to fuck me.

The woman down the street

There was an older man who lived across the street and a few doors away. I dont think I ever spoke to him, but we nodded and gave each other small smiles. He walked without a cane, but slowly. Still he was tall, thin had a full head of hair and showed all the signs of once having been a good looking man. I was pretty sure he lived alone. After a while I saw him less and less frequently, and I suspected he might be ill, or worse. Then one day I saw a newer sportier car in his driveway parked next to his aging Lincoln. It seemed logical that this was one of his children, having come to look after things, or worse.