Sex stories

Erotic fiction and short sex stories



I'm laying down on the floor. My hands are bound in front of me. My ankles are tied together. She has stuffed a sock in my mouth and it's sticking out. "Mmmmpppph" "Mmmppppphh" I push the sock out wit


down   foot   putting   her  

The hanged male squirmed in the confines of the coffin, waking to find himself sweating in an oppressive warmth. His eyes flicked through the lattice, seeking some viewpoint through a porthole, and se


her   disposal  

Preface This story is loosely based around the life of my wife and I, along with a married couple that we are friends with. The characters are based on real people, but the events of the story are onl


amusement   for   her  

There is something amazing about pleasing a woman with no concern for yourself. With that in mind, I submit the story that follows. You open the door, wearing a t-shirt and skirt, and direct me to ent


just   for   her  

He had remained a bachelor, blaming the rigours of his working life which had often seen him travel to the corners of the British empire on business as the reason for not taking a wife, in response to


her   disposal  

I glance up from my iPad as we sit on the couch to see you reading your book, legs curled up underneath you. You feel my eyes on you, meet my gaze, smile, and lean into me to snuggle, resting your hea


amuses   her   pet  

"Mmmm, you like that?" asked Sandra as she lay across me on the bad, her hand playing with my cock. "Yes," I said quietly. "Mmm, I know you do. I can feel you getting hard." Said Sandra. "You love it


gets   sub   husband   her   ready  

Dax was a self proclaimed ladies man, at least in his own mind he was. In reality he was married with one son and a baby on the way. His wife was a beautiful woman but that wasn't enough to keep his w


cat   belling   her  

Christmas. It's the most wonderful time of the year. Those are the words of the song, right? Not when you're alone, it isn't. I can speak from bitter experience of thirteen Christmas Eves past. It's t


how   met   her  

I awoke and stretched enjoying the feel of the sheets against my skin. As I straightened my leg I felt my foot bump against something and looking down see he was fast asleep, his face right against my


day   revenge   view   her  

I enter her bedroom with my hands behind my back and naked except for my cock cage. My little clitty is throbbing inside its prison even more than usual. I approach Mistress and await her command yet


day   her   service  

Chapter 1. You walk into the house and it's quiet. You check downstairs and I'm not in the dining room or the sitting room; in fact, the lights aren't even on. You heard to the stairs, and here there


plaything   hours   her  

She is playing her favorite game. Ok I confess it is one of my favorites also. I am six foot tall and weigh two hundred and twenty pounds. At forty many people are thinking ok a little overweight but


favorite   game   her  

I pulled my car up to the edge of his driveway and killed the engine. What am I doing? Who shows up twenty five years after a three month relationship? I ground my teeth in frustration. It had felt li


revenge   view   her  

I parked my car in the driveway and wanted to take a moment to calm my jittery nerves, but he was standing on the front porch. When I drove away from this house a month ago I had been so pleased with


day   revenge   view   her  

I have made this an interactive story because every reader has the capability to imagine his or her version of the fine details. So I have left some intimate parts for you to imagine. Hope you enjoy t


with   complete   session   her  

At last they reached a residential square, lined with neat Georgian terraces. Its centre was a small park, into which she led him, seating herself on one of the unoccupied benches. Others placed there


her   disposal  

Trent's descent into submission had him immersed in a euphoria he could never have envisaged as he immediately began to be subjected to a life of constant domination at the hands of his Mistress and h


her   disposal  

As the new slave and his new owner were removing their masks in the exit corridor, the slave's nose was alerted by the smell of leather. He turned to see Madam Harriet and Fiona Brown smile at his Mis


her   disposal  

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