Fetish

Sex in University Library

Basically me and my ex had a relationship that was held together by amazing sex and nothing else. But because the sex was so good and so frequent, it lasted a good year and we both got some amazing stories out of it. One of my favourites is the time we were both tired after a long day of lectures, seminars, reading, and writing assignments and we had been in Uni for about 8 hours and both needed to relax before we went for dinner. We were in the basement of the library and had been for a number of hours, trying our best to actually concentrate on the work that needed doing. It got to about 6:30 when I had finished all I could for the day, but she still wanted to do another half an hour before we went for dinner. Being the caring boyfriend I was with no ulterior motives at all I decided to sit behind her and give her a relaxing shoulder and neck massage whilst she finished off what she needed to do. Whilst we were quite kinky in the bedroom, which you will find out from other stories I will get around to posting on here, we had done very little in public before. I kept massaging her neck for a few minutes before moving my hands down her back, lifting her top up slightly so I could feel her properly, squeezing her hips gently but hard enough to turn her on. My hands slid further down inside her leggings, my hands running across her ass and squeezing while I start to kiss her shoulder and her neck, her little groan catching the attention of the man in front of us. He turned …

Hardcore

Crescent City Secrets – Chapters 19,20&21

This is a reposting of my erotic fiction novel, Crescent City Secrets. I have written 3 non-fiction books about my own personal sexual adventures, but I feel like New Orleans is a city full of sex and sensuality and I wanted to tell some stories that didn't have to do with me. I'll be posting the entire book here to Xhamster. I hope you like it. If you want to read more of my work, look for details on my profile. XO – KateCrescent City Secrets by Kate RousseauChapter 19 When she got home, she and Andrew had sex. She kissed him hard on the mouth, reveling in the knowledge that another man's cock had just been on her lips. He fucked her hard and briefly and passionately. But after, when he'd finished inside her and she indicated that she wanted him to go down on her, he balked. “Can you go wash up first, hon?” Haden was turned off instantly. She'd wanted to have filthy, dirty dangerous sex. She wanted her husband to lick her just fucked pussy and make her scream. She wanted to pull his head by the hair and crush his ears with her thighs. Instead, he'd asked her to clean up. She sat down on the toilet with a wet wipe and began to clean herself up, having f***ed a smile for Andrew and saying, “Sure, honey.” As she wiped herself clean of his semen in the darkness of the bathroom, she said quietly to herself, “But honey, as it turns out, you've already got some cum in your mouth.” Back in bed, Andrew went down on her. It felt good, but she faked her orgasm.Chapter 20 “Am I a stuck …

Fetish

Naughty mother, even naughtier daughter story 3

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 A wee while after the incident where I reckon Pam’s daughter stole her mothers cum soaked panties, I must admit that it turned me on no end, handling nickers that were soaked in ‘woman’. In general Pam’s nickers weren’t what you’d call sexy, they tended to he more workman, or should that be workwoman like. White, cotton, big, functional. It was only when we went out together shopping that I’d point out the more sexy ones. Pam complained that thongs just disappeared up your bum crack and lacy ones just caught everything. Her daughter on the other hand, wow, hers were the most briefest of things. She had one that was a thong front and back, almost. Now I ought to point out that living with Pam and her daughter was weird. Pam tried to please us both and poor thing was always caught in the middle, and whilst you all know, sex with Pam was great but it usually had to be when her daughter was out. …

First Time

First Time Groped

I had been wanking myself since my early teens. It had virtually become compulsive as I took every opportunity to get my cock out and wank off. It was a great feeling when the excitement mounted just before cumming until I couldn't stop the wank and compulsively kept on until I shot my load. This continued in private for about one year. Then I discovered that public toilets in the city of Belfast had exciting grafitti on the walls of the cubicles. So every day on my way home from college I would go into different toilets to read the stories and requests for cock fun, and have a wank and wonderful cum. One day shortly after this I was in toilets in one of the bus stations in the city and was quietly having a good wank and was very much aroused by the reading material. I had my trousers and pants off and was sitting naked from the waist down. The walls of the cubicle were solid and had no glory-holes. Suddenly I was aware of an outstretched arm under the adjoining wall with the hand making a grasping action. This frightened the hell out of me and I soon lost my erection. I didn't know what to do. The arm went back into the next cubicle and then shortly appeared with a piece of paper in the hand. So I took the paper and it had a message on it. It said "I would love to feel your cock and balls. Would you squat down and get a sexy thrill"? My god, this is just like the grafitti on the walls. My cock began to get aroused and reading the note had me sexually excited again. Do I or …

Oral Sex

05. Charlotte and the Venustemple

People call me BC. BigCat. I have had this nickname all my life except for a period of three or four years at Art College, where I was known as ‘Fluffer’. These are the stories of that time. Fluffer’s time. “I hate the thought of you licking me, and I refuse to be one more sordid Fluffer story.” Charlotte pulled her t-shirt over her head and left me to pine over the prettiest, plumpest, pink-pucker of a sex I’d ever seen. All fresh from its shower and inches from my kiss. She yanked the sheet off my bobbing erection and frowned at it. “Come on, out of bed,” she added, rifling in her bag for knickers, “I want to see the Venustemple.” Blonde sculptor, and sixties-throwback, Charlotte and I had been together one whole week and fucked every day of it. Even on the plane on the way to our (so called) dirty weekend in Amsterdam. But she had a real bee in her bonnet about the Fluffer thing. She simply would not let me near her bits with anything other than my cock. Only meddling, mischievous Sara would have put us together. Worse – and neither of us would admit it at the time – we were definitely feeling the pressure of ‘What To Tell Sara’. She certainly would not be interested in the vanilla sex we’d had so far. Generally, it was sensuous (the lights were off) and sensitive (neither of us said a word) and we came together (both remembered condoms). Don’t get me wrong, it was gorgeous. I loved it. Charlotte loved it. But even she remarked it was nothing that Sara would be …

Exhibitionism

Writing with Young Eager Help- Part 1

The rest of her family had left their condo at the resort so Meghan placed the flash drive she had found in her uncle's shirt pocket into the laptop. She saw a Word file called "Vacation Time with My Horny Niece" as a menu item and she curiously clicked on it. A file immediately loaded and examining the paragraphs . . . it looked like her Uncle Dave had cut and pasted chunks from different Adult porn stories and pasted them on the page. She inquisitively read the following: I sucked in my breath at seeing this school girl bare-chested for me to molest. Although she didn't have any breasts to speak of yet, in fact barely golf ball sized buds; the little beauties were large and puffy, forming little mounds on her otherwise flat chest. Dark pink areolas, erect hard nipples in the center sticking out a good quarter inch. Her nipples were obviously responding to her early hormones. I moved my hand onto her chest, spread my fingers and rubbed each of them across one of those delightful nipples, having them pop between my fingers. The next one read: Ever since Susie had watched her mother suck her dad's cock, she'd wanted to try it. She knew he was aware of her budding sexuality. She'd caught him sneaking looks down her blouse and had caught him looking at her ass more than once. To confirm her suspicions, she'd put on an oxford shirt without her bra and unbuttoned the top few buttons before going into her Daddy's den to have him help her with her homework. She laid the book in …

Cheating

Lovely Lilly

Author’s note: If you aren’t a fan of stories where a majority of the characters have little to no morals, please don’t read this. You’ve been warned. Move along if this concept doesn’t intrigue you. There are some evil and screwed up people in this story. The sexually active son may be the lesser of the evils. This isn’t a lighthearted love story. Its companion piece “Juicy J” is far more upbeat and lighthearted. Feel free to read that story (about Lilly’s sister) if you prefer that style. This one is also layered tale with several characters. One minor character may say something that another major character draws from later one. Things are connected. If you want a simpler tale with only two characters then please don’t read this. Editing thanks go to Todger65. Lovely Lilly Chapter 1 Lilly was crying. The slap her mother gave her caused the 36 year old to break down. Though the pain from the slap wasn’t the main cause of her tears – her world was falling apart. She suspected her husband, Judd, was having an affair. Lilly also did something she vowed to her twin sister she would never do – go to their mother for help. “Get a hold yourself Lilly!” Her mother, Darla, scolded her. “You brought this on yourself!” Lilly wiped away her tears and nodded, sniffing, she was able to muster a quiet reply, “I just don’t know what to do.” “You don’t know what to do? I’ll tell you what to do,” Darla said, pointing her index finger in her daughter’s face, “you get out there and you do …

Gay Male

Cottaging

Cottaging was my introduction to this side of my sexuality. I discovered the various pornographic stories and the like on the local (though, unfortunately, no longer there) quay toilet walls and would regularly go in to read them and wank off. A couple of the cubicles had gloryholes and as much as I fantasized about using one I could never seem to time it right as far as having a willing partner next door. Then one day I went in to have a read and a wank and saw that one of the cubicle doors was locked and, as the ones with the gloryholes were well away from the main door, with plenty of suitable, genuine loos in between, I thought maybe it was my chance at last. I went in next door, my heart already racing, and immediately noticed that there was a piece of toilet paper partially blocking the hole on the other side side. Nervous as hell because it was my first time, and not knowing if the paper was a typical thing but not wanting to push it to far, I dropped my pants and sat down to see what would happen. As I said, the paper only partially covered the hole and I could see that the man next door was sat with his hand down between his legs with his cock down in the toilet bowl. You couldn't see his cock but the way his hand was moving it was obvious he was playing with himself. Figuring that if I could see him, he could see me, but still nervous of going too far, I simply copied him and the movement of his body made it clear he was watching me. Getting harder by the second, …

Taboo

Holy Dance Surprise

"Tony Morgan is a dick-head" This statement sat just below the toilet roll holder in one of the cubicles in the ladies toilets, matched two other similar sentiments elsewhere in the school and entirely agreed with my own views on the subject. Tony is my elder b*****r Greg's best friend, although the adjective and Tony did not sit well together in my mind, almost from the moment that Tony arrived at our school at the age of sixteen when his f****y moved into the area. Physically they were both similar, around 6 ft tall, well-built and glowing with health from sport, a fact that was not lost on a number of admiring girls. But that was where the similarity ended, for while Greg was shy, Tony was an extrovert; he was charming, witty and confident to Greg's awkward silence. For Greg, I think Tony provided the confidence to go out, to see pretty girls and to have a life, while Greg possibly provided a degree of caution to Tony's more excessive behaviour. I dearly love my b*****r, so anyone who was his friend should have been good in my eyes, but for all his attractions, I never really took to him. You see, Tony was a chancer, a risk-taker; he was not afraid to try or to ask anything and he was not ashamed of a rejection, but it wasn't until their last year at school that I had a clear reason to dislike him. I began to hear from other girls that Tony had no respect for the girls he dated; to him it seemed to be a game to take a girl out for an evening or two so that he could have …

Anal

Open Late

In the future, robotics and advanced A.I. become a ubiquitous part of society, aiding mankind in all facets of everyday life. However, they still retained the cold impersonal look of a machine until a new development rocketed over the uncanny valley. Grown rather than built, this new kind of being was made possible by hacking the human genome and combining biology with nanomachines: cyborgs down to the cellular level, but outwardly perfectly human in appearance. Too perfect, in fact. Over concerns of the new artificial people posing as real humans, world governments quickly acted to require that they all be made to possess a clearly visible non-human trait, which was accomplished in a variety of ways by drawing upon both fanciful fiction and animal DNA. Now, they live and work among us, programmed to serve. You can even have sex with them. These are some of their stories. These are the CYBORGANIC BIOROID CHRONICLES "Open Late" by the Perv Otaku The one constant in nearly everybody's life during their student years is a stint working in fast food. I'm no exception. You'd think in this day and age all those kids would have been obsoleted by bioroids, but it turns out restaurants staffed entirely by bioroids are rarer than you'd think. The burger place I work at, it's part of an old national chain, you've heard of it, only has one. I asked my boss, Mr. Walters, about it once. He told me, "Shit, kid, do you have any idea how expensive those things are? She's cost-effective …

Gay Male

A Glory Hole View

Without having any access to a gay group, I could only continue visiting toilets in the city where I knew I would get attention sexually from older men. It was very infrequently that I saw a young man present in these toilets. I think I stated in my previous encounter that I was like a honey pot to these older men by just being a teenager. Well, I think I need to add that these mature old men were all like honey pots to me. I was drawn to them as soon as I entered a toilet where they were. I just couldn't resist them. As soon as I joined them at the urinals my cock was hard and stiff in anticipation of what they would do to me. I would have my hard cock out in a few seconds and flashing it for all to see, desiring it got attention from them as quick as possible. I loved their cocks also and couldn't wait to get my hands on them. I remember on a number of occasions that there were up to seven or eight men around my young body all doing different things to me. My favourite was to be pushed up against a wall, my trousers and pants pulled down by them, my shirt raised up over my chest, and hands and mouths doing the most delightful things to me and giving me pleasures which had my head in a swirl. I used to stand and arch my back and thrust my buttocks forward so that my cock was out to its extremity. What a feeling that was, standing there, eyes closed, lapping up the gorgeous pleasures of hands, mouths,tongues, cocks, all heightening my sexual senses to the point where I …

Fetish

Gloryhole In The Park

Around noon hour every day, I like to go to the park near me. The view is always magnificent and most times, it is a relaxing few hours just sitting and taking in the air and view. Sometimes I read. Sometimes I just lie and look at the sky. And sometimes there is adventure. You will see all kinds of people walking around in this park at this time of day. Married locals. Tourists. Gays who come to sit on the benches, reading their newspapers. Young Arab boys who have nothing else to do with their time except sell their wares. Older men who just wander around, looking for their next adventure. There is a toilet there with two stalls and a gloryhole between them. It was in this toilet that I discovered the thrill of voyeuristic sex for the first time. Quite a few times I have had a delicious meal there and someone has had tasty treats from me also. The hole is a perfect size and just the right distance from the floor. I had only read about gloryholes in stories and, until my first experience, but the thought of “gloryhole sex” intrigued me. And now I take this relaxing pastime on quite a regular basis. I enjoy going into the far stall and wait for a while. Or there are times when I follow someone in. One can usually sense when the other person may be interested or not. And then there are the occasions when you have an unusual pleasant surprise. This surprise usually manifests itself when a “straight” goes in and is somewhat curious. This one particular afternoon, I went in, …

Anal

Tranny gang bang

It was pretty dingy in here, the sunlight came through a old dirty high window and a single fluorescent tube did little to lift the overall gloom. An oppressive smell of stale piss also hung over the whole place. What was I doing in here? In truth I did not know but I was 16, horny and wanted to find out about the rumours about sexual activity. I was still a virgin and although had messed around wanking at home, I was very naïve. I walked into the last cubicle, shut and bolted the door, took my trousers down and sat down to relieve myself. As my eyes became accustomed to the gloom, I could see the mass of graffiti on the door, the walls, everywhere. There were all sorts of lurid stories, phone numbers, invitations to meet, plus crude pictures roughly drawn in black marker, mainly men in fishnets with large genitals, one picture showed someone bent over in stockings, suspenders and boots, a dildo in their arse. As I read the stories and looked at the pictures, I felt my cock between my legs start to stiffen and I subconsciously started to rub myself. As I fondled my rapidly stiffening cock, a piece of toilet roll wrapped around a pen was pushed under the cubicle. I was a little worried but took the note “do you like the stories?” it asked. “yes” I wrote on it and passed it back. A second passed and then another note…. “I like the tranny stories, do you?” “yes, I love them” I wrote back. A magazine featuring trannies was pushed under the door showing hard sex, penetration, …

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