Sex stories

Short sex stories



The wake up I'm having a glorious dream. I am rich and not just slightly rich but filthy rich. I am on a yacht surrounded by gorgeous women with little or no clothes on. They all want me and fight ove


morning   good   already  

The shrill sound of the tea kettle shattered Max's reverie. He was remembering when he and Rosie met thirty-eight years ago. Sighing deeply, he looked down at the yellow mug and remembered the vision


max   and   rosie  

The doorknob's tongue did not catch into the door strike plate when my mother shut his bedroom door. She had gone to the kitchen to have coffee with her visiting sister leaving Daddy sleeping in his b


time   the   first   saw  

1993-94: Homeback Confidential Not much sex in the first part of this story. Much more feelings than fuckings, as this is an account of my return home after Operation "Restore Hope" in Somalia. It was


homeback  

I arose the next day to the most appetizing scent in the world: my sister's body odor. Oh, there was also a great breakfast waiting on my desk. I glanced to my right, and Brooke was sitting Indian sty


siblingly   binding  

I am reposting this story as I've found that an important piece of it was not included in the original posting. This story sort of falls into the "What If" genre. I'm at a loss as to where or what gen


reposting   years   through   the  

Readers be warned, this is the first chapter in a multi-chapter story, there's no sex in this first chapter. This is all lead-in and teaser for the main event which will be a chapter or three coming.


chinese   takeout  

############ Author's note - This is a real dream I had, slightly embellished for the sake of writing and a real note I sent to my mistress. It's with her permission that I shared it with you all. I'v


dream   sexy  

Strictly fiction. Many thanks to my editor "Wicked Inside". ***** Bright light was pushing its way around the edges of the wooden blinds. I could feel that it was probably time to get up, so I slipped


holiday   riviera   spanish   the  

Suits you, Sir Monday came and Kate had to go to work. She practically ordered me to go get a new suit, for which I was sent to a shop near Holborn, where a very nice elderly gentleman who had clearly


with   audience   carstairs  

Chapter Six Her name was Elianna Spencer and she was a witch of the Third Kingdom. Her father, Lord Malachi Spencer, had given her to Chancellor Abram Black in marriage. A marriage that would give her


beauty's   choice  

Part 2 – Blue (continued) Chapter 19 They say insomnia can make you see things. It can kill you. They say breathing camphor, likewise, can make you hallucinate, and seize. And they say that van Gogh u


other   19-20   colors  

I believe I've found my niche. Westerns, set in history or in modern times, and/or detective stories are what I like to write best. I may try my hand at a romance or two in the future but I'm comforta


tumbleweed  

All four of us stood in silence for a moment or two, then Nathan broke out into a wide grin, "Looks like we'll need a few more diggers." Arnold glanced at his screen briefly, "When I say huge, I am re


midnight  

Chapter 9 - You don't live here anymore I didn't see much of the movie, because I kept checking my phone every five minutes. Tom Cruise was riding around on a flying scooter, there was a very fuckable


with   audience   carstairs  

Chris Over the next couple of weeks, Julian and I fell into an easy pattern of going to either my place or his after we'd gotten off of work. We'd come to a sort of silent agreement that neither of us


weddings   one   not   for  

Part 2 - His Date (A few years ago) "Happy Birthday, Tyler!" Daisy stood in front of me holding a cupcake in the little clubhouse our dads had built for us in my backyard before I was born. She had a


his   room  

Chapter 7. 'Lewd Lottery.' Opportunities to earn. Bar lore. B.O.W (Bunch of Wankers) meet. Amor becomes the prize. Danny. Jordan. Precious had a flypaper quality that made customers stick to her on co


bar   girl  

Author's Notes: 'A Shepherd Afield' is a continuation of 'A Shepherd in France' which continued the story of 'The Shepherd of Ashburn Court'. Minimal effort is made in this tale to explain the backsto


afield   shepherd  

Author's Note: Thanks for those who read and favorited! Hope you keep on enjoying it! Happy reading! Also... this a slow burn story. No sex for a few chapters. ___________________________ The next Wed


brody   &   michelle  

* Larry * I awaken in the dim early morning light to the comforting sensation of a strong pair of arms holding me, a firm masculine chest pressed against my back, and the unmistakable prod of morning


between   lines   the  

The one thing I know for certain is that I'm strictly a top. I was a sophomore in college before I had my first sexual experience with another man. I had known I was gay for years, but growing up in a


courted  

Five doled out the stew from one pot and the swedes from the other, and the soldier gave a nod and shuffled on. The next one held out his plate. Oskar Grimsson. He had helped pack up the kitchen once,


saga   freyas  

Hey Folks, Happy Thanksgiving, I wrote this one with the idea that it would be a nice long Holiday read. It's a bit different from my usual Turkey Day stories. Believe it or not this time the turkey s


talk   town   the  

Oliver felt like the world's biggest asshole. After his night of drinking with Nicholas he decided that he needed to see Sylvie again before he made up his mind about whether or not a future with her


other   hearts   people's  

Sunday I both texted and called Jean-Luc to tell him he didn't have to come to the picnic. He didn't back out. He picked me up on time. It was a very short drive to the lake. Short but still long enou


playground   marcy's  

He had never really thought much about his next door neighbor. She was a petite middle aged woman who tended her gardens religiously on Saturday mornings. Like clockwork, 10 am and she would be in her


neighbour  

Moderate BDSM. Female sub, male dom. Also, the people involved are just playing - they don't "live the life." And they sometimes stop playing for a little. They're playing quite aggressively though. T


little   fun  

Thanks to everyone who has followed this series. It has been a pleasure to write. Thanks to VillageWordsmith, for the editing. His arms lifted me, my sleep laden eyes heavy with drowsiness. I try to f


hours  

This is the final submission for my "Diary" series. Thanks to all who read, voted, gave positive and/or constructive negative feedback, and of course to Random Librarian for his editing. -Spartan 22 X


scars   remain  

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