For most people they want an uneventful life that holds very few surprises and we were no exception. There is a certain amount of security in developing a routine in your life. I think most of us become boring by choice. Our lives the past few years can be defined by our calendar. My wife and I go to the gym Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. We dine out almost every Friday, but occasionally try a new restaurant when we feel real adventuresome. Then there is the BBQ with our long time friends on the second Saturday of each month. I usually play racquetball at 6:30 am on Monday and Wednesday. Oh yeah, I forgot… we usually fuck on Sunday and Thursday. Probably because there is not much to watch on TV those nights. It occurred to me recently that we had run out of new stories to tell because we had run out of new adventures. Little did I know how that was all about to change. I retired early at 49, two years ago because I was able to sell our business for a hefty sum. My wife followed me in retirement a year later, not just because she no longer needed to work but because she hated her job. We have lived at the beach in Southern California since our marriage twenty two years ago, in a house I designed and built. My name is Alan, and my wife's name is Ann. She was a high school teacher for fifteen years and I was a general contractor and manufacturer. Our life is one that most people would envy. Selling the business provided enough profit that we were able to pay off all our …
Aunt Lynn
As with my stories, there's a bit of lead-in. Please judge it as telling a story. If you have read "You want me to do What to your mother", then this is a continuance of that story. I hope it's as well received. I have opened comments. Please keep them relative to this story. This is a sequel to: “You want me to do WHAT to your mother?” A quick synopsis of the first story. Wife asked me to “service” her mother, as her father had a stroke and heart attack, then he died. So for 3 years, she did not have sex. My wife said “No holds barred, but keep it down to every couple of weeks or so. I want to be kept satisfied and mom gets you afterward.” Since “mom” (as she wanted us to call her) married Dad just out of H S, she did not have man experience before hand. Moreover, dad was ultra religious. In their religion, women served the man. They were not allowed to start sex, or be “on top” Just lay there and take it, so to speak. And not work outside the house. My wife and her mom plotted to have me please her, and I taught her many new things which she had not tried (or even heard of) before. Then, after 2 years, MIL died suddenly. Me: Before marriage, I had a few “older” women. When I was about 20 and did TV home service. I serviced many MILFs in the process. This became a symbiotic relationship; they wanted sex (and with a younger man) and I learned from experience how to polish my skills in pleasing women. Older women also know what they want and are not afraid to go for it. …
Audrey + tape + table = explosive time
As with all my stories these are truthful recollections of things past, except for the ones which are fantasies (lol) – you choose which you think they are! Names are real in the hope that the people involved will read about themselves and get in touch, (except where because of reasons that should be obvious, it could cause the person to be put in an embarrassing situation) If you enjoy them please give them the thumbs up; if you really like them please comment and if you REALLY like them mail me and I’ll tell you more than I can put here! And if you recognise yourself – get in touch Audrey certainly seems to have got a lot of you interested and wanting to know more, so here goes. Audrey was turned on by her previous excursion into the world of bondage, or rather tied and teased. So one weekday, and totally unexpected, I turned up at her little flatlet. I knew Audrey was a keep fit fan and she loved watching the Green Goddess on BBC breakfast time. You may remember that Lycra was all in then and Diana Moran played no little part in that. Audrey told me that she used to dress up in her leotard and follow Diana moves, especially if she wasn’t going to keep fit at the centre. Now she happened to tell mention that there was no gym this particular week as the heating had broken or something, so I thought to myself I’d pop around one morning and give her a surprise. Parking up some distance from her door I went around the back and listened in as Diana boomed out from Audrey’s …
Michael Learns of Carols Desires
The following story took place a number of years ago. At the time, Carol and I were in our early thirties. We had an exciting and fun sex life. Even with the stress of family and jobs, Carol and I found time for each other. Carol is five-foot four inches tall. She weighs around 120 pounds with lovely 34-C breasts. Carol has the type of breasts that are full and perky all the time. Carol’s nipples become erect with the slightest stimulation. Carol has dirty-blonde shoulder length hair with light highlights. Her ass is round and made for a good pair of jeans. During our years together, Carol became quite good at telling fantasies. She loves to fantasize about fucking different lovers. She would pick someone she knows at work or the gym and tell me a story while we are intimate. Carol started telling the stories years ago, while we were in college. I am a strong endurance guy when it comes to sex. Carol describes me as a strong steel-rod guy with the endurance of a jackhammer. As a result, Carol decided she needed to motivate me to cum sooner, hence the story telling. I have told her she could have made a small fortune if she had been a phone-sex operator. Carol is a natural. Carol came home from a day of shopping. Upon entering the kitchen, Carol informed me that we were going to wax her beautiful pussy. The waxing was a task we enjoyed sharing. As she was putting up her purchases for the day, I gathered the required materials and tools to perform the waxing. I set everything …
The Challenge 3: The Only Woman
Author’s note: While this could be a standalone story, the first two aren’t required reading to follow this, it may be helpful as they share some characters and locations. If you read the first two, you may recognize those cameos. The events of this story are happening during the same time period as the previous challenge stories. This one begins in March, while the other two begin in January of the same year. This was a fun challenge for me as well. I challenged myself to write a story featuring lesbian incest sex – something I had never done before. Editing thanks go to Todger65. The Challenge 3: The Only Woman Chapter 1 Elle was on the treadmill at the gym. She was controlling her breathing, exhaling slowly out of her mouth, sweat beads forming on her forehead, making their way down her face. She switched to the elliptical machine, her thighs glistening with sweat, moving and pumping her legs with each step. Elle thought for a moment that he might see her tight yoga shorts, sports bra, toned and exposed midriff, and finally, after months of chatting, innocent flirting, hanging out for the occasional post-workout protein shake, that he would agree to come over to her home. Elle didn’t want to be his girlfriend. Guessing he was around 30, she felt he was far too old for her, especially since she’d be leaving for college in the fall. In the back of her mind she hoped that maybe, just maybe, he wouldn’t mind having a little fun for the spring and summer before she left in …
The Slime Pit at The O Club
WARNING! All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY. Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content. All people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Actions, situations, and responses are fictional ONLY and should not be attempted in real life. If you are under the age or 18 or do not understand the difference between fantasy and reality or if you reside in any state, province, nation, or tribal territory that prohibits the reading of acts depicted in these stories, please stop reading immediately and move to somewhere that exists in the twenty-first century. Archiving and reposting of this story is permitted, but only if acknowledgment of copyright and statement of limitation of use is included with the article. This story is copyright (c) 2014 by The Technician. Individual readers may archive and/or print single copies of this story for personal, non-commercial use. Production of multiple copies of this story on paper, disk, or other fixed format is expressly forbidden. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = * * * * * * * * * * * * Sally Winters was standing in the middle of her college dorm room slowly shaking her head from side to side. She couldn’t believe what her dorm mates, Kelly, Tawana, and Julie were asking her. “No!” she said loudly in disbelief. “I don’t want to go down to The O Club with you tonight and experience the divine decadence of The Slime Pit.” She …
Sneak peek in the mart
Hi, I'm Cocoa from Brazil. I'm a 37-year-old black woman with curvy body. Except for the height, I'm a little tall, I'm around 5'7", my body shape is more less on Nicki Minaj style. Black long hair and dark brown eyes, ebony lips. My current stats are around 33-28-45.Yes I have a big booty and that's probably my most iconic feature. And OK, enough talking about me. I'm sorry for those who expect stories full of sex but mine won't be like that. I'm here to talk about my experiences with a very light exhibitionism. Since young I got peeped and complimented a lot, particularly my butt, and I always enjoyed that so I turned my days into a permanent peep show. Most of the men stare at my butt when I'm walking on my way. Of course, not all of them find my ass beautiful, I know a lot find it ugly and fat too, but it catches attention anyway. Although I appreciate being peeped, I hate being approached by naughty people. I like compliments, but I hate when men try touching me or ask by my digits, or try hitting or doing dirty things, so showing my curves is cool but may be dangerous too so I have to be careful. If the person approaches for a compliment and have a decent talk, then it's ok. My first story here will be my last adventure which happened last week. I had just finished working out in the gym and I decided to pass by a mart before heading home. Of course I was in gym spandex pants, very tight dark gray spandex pants, and a white blouse and black sports coat. I never wear …
High School Lust – Marisa’s Discovery: Part 1
High School Lust – Marisa’s Discovery: Part 1 This is my first attempt at writing this type of story so any constructive criticism and suggestions would be helpful but please keep it friendly (Please note I am from the UK so some words may vary from the US spelling and/or phrasing) . I will use scenes to break this part up into sections to make it easier to navigate for those who wish to read certain scenes. I am unsure of what the rules are regarding the ages (UK Law is 16 for age of consent) of the characters in stories so if someone could please inform me on the comments, that would be great. My stories won’t be extremely long but there will be many Parts which will include new, exciting themes. This is Part 1 of a series of stories, there won’t be vaginal or anal sex in this part as I don’t want to rush it but there will in the future. Scene Titles: 1 – Jason’s Dream Girl (Intro) 2 – Walking home 3 – Make yourself at home 4 – Discovery 5 – See you at school (Conclusion) Jason‘s Dream Girl There she is, the most beautiful girl in the school, Marisa Alesi. Her long, brown hair flows down her back, resting just above her waist, you could look into her chocolate brown eyes for hours and never get bored. Her skin has no imperfections, not even a freckle, her olive complexion is just one of the characteristics she has from her Italian ancestors. Jason admires her from across the playing field as she practices her cheerleading in her small black cotton shorts which accentuate …
Fade to Black
Aidan Black stared at the online text that flashed up onto the screen. ‘I luv ur stories!’ He yawned, and took another sip of his Jack Daniels. He quickly typed a reply and then leaned back in his chair. ‘What do you like about them?’ He smiled at the long pause. All these fans are the same, he thought to himself. Innocent young girls that dream of being treated like dirty sluts and too afraid to tell their college boyfriends that doggy-style after a long alcohol-fused pub crawl just wasn’t cutting it anymore. ‘I like how ur girls get it ruf and dirty. Its hottt!’ He leaned towards the computer screen with a grin. ‘And how ‘ruf’ do you like it, Kelly?’ A quick movement at the door of the bedroom prevented him from awaiting a reply and he quickly clicked offline. Aidan brought up his emergency default window about scuba diving and cleared his throat as his live-in girlfriend Lauren walked into the bedroom and threw her gym bag into the corner. She smirked at the flustered clicking of keys on his laptop. “Talking to another one of your online sluts again, Aidan?” “Nope, just planning some fun stuff for our upcoming vacation, babe.” She lingered over his shoulder, scrutinizing the laptop suspiciously. Her long blonde hair fell forward, veiling her pretty face as she moved in for a closer look. “Uh huh… right. So you wouldn’t mind if I checked your ‘history’ files right? I won’t find any links to some sex site or chat windows with a girl named something like slutbunny69 or …
A Back Rub For Julia Ch. 05
"So, how long have you two been together?" My parents had left for the day already, and we were talking casually. I was seated between them on the couch. I must be the luckiest guy on the planet. "What do you mean by together?" My sister Katie countered with a grin. She loves verbal gymnastics. Julia giggled. "How long have you been licking each other to orgasm? Is that question clear enough for you?" Julia positively erupted with peals of laughter. "Sophomore year, right around Christmas. Julia had just broken up with Ian, and I didn't have a boyfriend…" "So I held her down, and ate her snatch until she became a lesbian!" Julia declared in a loud voice. "I am not a lesbian. I have had two fulfilling relationships with men." Katie looked mildly pissed, which could only mean that this is a sensitive subject. "Your relationship with Donnie wasn't so fulfilling," Julia scoffed. "He couldn't even make you have a decent orgasm." I smiled as the two beautiful teens emphatically traded verbal blows. "His lack of technique doesn't make me a lesbian. I certainly didn't have any trouble with orgasms last night, or this morning." Katie's smile spread across her face; apparently, she thought that she had proven her point. "No shit, K," her friend retorted. "I'm surprised that your parents didn't hear, the way you two were going at it." Julia stood up, as if to emphasize her point. "So you two have been bisexual since sophomore year?" I cut there argument short by restating my point. …
Maria
With my past stories receiving such high marks, I am inspired to write more of them. This is a story, with a plot. Please judge it as so. Those wanting the dirty words to arouse you, skip to about ½ ways down. This story was inspired by past events in my life. Some true; but mostly fiction/fantasy/wishful. . Also, a past comment said I wrote stories with sad endings. Just for you, sir, this one has a very happy ending. A good friend became a lot closer. Me: Physically, I am just average. Not going to exaggerate about it with an 8” dick and built like a professional wrestler. We were 50 when this event took place. I am 5-7, 5 ½ to 6” dependent on arousal state, 175# , however, decently toned as my electronics job requires service calls and carrying equipment sometimes up stairs. Go to a gym here and there, and bicycle on the local trail. I stay in good enough shape to please my mate, and enjoy it myself. By staying somewhat fit, blood pressure medications are avoided or very mild, so I have never had a problem with getting erections, as some men do, at my age. My Doc said I am in good shape for my age. My job paid well with great benefits. Wife: 5-7, closer to 170# (hey, we are older), 36C with some old-droop, not very toned. No gym or workouts, but gets around OK. Was an office manager, but took early retirement. But we still have a good sex life, even after being married about 30 years. We have one daughter, who married just after high school and lives 100 miles away, with …
Take it Easy – Chapter One
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I am writing the first chapter of this story on sexstories.com because this website is my favorite of all the online erotica sites I have encountered. Unfortunately, I will have to move the story to another site eventually. I would like to thank Jashley13 and BashfulScribe for providing me with the inspiration to write my own story, especially BashfulScribe, who gave me advice and encouragement while I was writing this. I know it's not perfect; this is just a rough draft of the first chapter or so. Please tell me what you think of the story in comments and in ratings. Thanks, Ishmael P.S. I know some of the relationships are a little confusing. I plan to straighten that out in a sort of prologue. Just know that Ashton is more of a fuck-buddy than a girlfriend. As I pulled into the gym parking lot blasting AC/DC, I spotted a woman attempting to enter the same parking spot as me. Because I wasn't in a hurry, I gave her a smile, a wave, and the parking spot. I pulled into another and got out of my car. I strolled in through the main entrance, flashed the front desk clerk my membership card, and grabbed a basketball. When I'm at the gym, I usually like to warm up with basketball: it's less boring than running and I get to watch the women in the aerobics classes that are held on other side of the gym (I know I'm creepy, get used to it.) Almost as soon as I took my first shot, the girl I gave the parking spot to walked in. The ball hit the rim and the bounced away, …