Sex-Stories


Young Widow CH01

I was an 18 year old virgin when I was married, believe it or not. I had very little experience with any kind of sex. My husband had been my only serious relationship, and he treated me like a lady, even when I was only 16. We had been married nearly 10 years when he was taken ill and died. For more than 2 years I had no desire to date. So here I am a 31 year old widow, and now starting to realize that I greatly missed the feeling of a man. A man's strong arms holding me, a man's lips kissing me, a man's sweating body on top of me, a man's hard penis sinking deep into me. Oh, my, where had these thoughts come from?

College Lust

Sara was so happy with her freshman year of college. Her new friends and the escape from all the high school drama were refreshing even though some of the college drama was no better. The real thing that kept her smiling though was her advanced physics class. It wasn't what she was learning as much as the one teaching the class. Prof James was just amazing. Tall and broad shoulders with a voice that made her melt every time he spoke. Several times she noticed how wet her panties were after his class and just smiled to herself at how turned on she had become.

Nancy flips the Spatula

It's Sunday night, Nancy finishes up at the shop, after being a naughty clerk, forcing a female customer to suck her cunt, she thinks to herself "I wish I could make Jill my cunt sucking whore, god was she good with her mouth." The whole drive home that is all she can think about, her clit is erect with thoughts of Jill's warm mouth. Nancy pulls into the driveway, all of a sudden she feels her bladder, it's full. She realizes she didn't go to the bathroom before closing shop. She wonders if she is going to make it in and to the bathroom or if she will accidentally piss in her pants.

Nancy's Spatula Fantasy

Nancy works for the IRS during the day and moonlights two times a week at a moderately priced women's clothing store in the evening. Single and paying the mortgage and all the bills that come with it, strain her salary. Nancy is divorced, loves sex with men but often fantasizes about having another woman suck her clit (sometimes in her mind she uses the word cunt, depending on how horny she is.) It is Sunday and she spends most of the morning online with her laptop. She has signed up at a couple of bi-sexual websites, maybe she can find a discrete female/female relationship.

1st Surrender: One Dark Night

The bass from the speakers shook the table, splashing her Pepsi onto its already sticky surface "Damn it!" She sighed as she scooted her chair back and grabbed some napkins to mop up the mess."What's wrong Star?" Her friend Jess yelled over the tunes, "You just don't seem all here tonight. So spill girl."Star sighed, "I don't know honey, just kinda off tonight, I think I'm gonna call it a night." Jess shook her head, "I finally get you out of the house for the first time in a month, get you into that miniskirt and hooker heels and you're going bail on me? Girl you've got a line of guys halfway across the room begging to dance with you. What's going on with you lately, what are you hiding?"

1st Surrender - 2 Weeks Later

"This is DJ Starlight, signing off for the night, and wishing all out listeners the darkest dreams, until we meet again." She closed her laptop and sat back with a smile. She turned to look at the clock. "Wow and only midnight, yeah midnight on a Friday night and I'm home alone with only my cat to keep me company. Damn I need a life." She laughed and stroked the kitten who sat purring on her lap.She was just about to stand up when the lights went out. She froze "Oh god, not again." She thought. It had been two weeks since she woke to find the note that read "Until we meet again." The four words that had become her catch phrase for her night time radio shows. Two weeks since the night she surrendered herself to a man for the first time in her life.

1st Surrender: She Gives Herself To Him Completely

As she stepped into the room, darkness engulfed her, black velvet darkness without a hint of light. She move into the shadows, carefully making her way across the room, laying her coat on the chair as she reached for the lamp, needing the light to chase away the shadows. "Where is that switch?" She wondered aloud, running her hand over the nightstand top, a low growl of frustration crossing her lips. "Ha found it!" She clicked the light and sighed when nothing happened. "Crap blown again, I have really got to get a new lamp tomorrow." She shrugs and turns to head back to living room when a small sound echoes through the room. She stops dead in her tracks and looks around, trying to detect what made the sound.

Aunt Debauchery

Aunt Debauchery - The Flipside to Summer at Aunt Sylvia's I smiled as I replaced the phone back in its cradle. I'd just finished speaking to my sister who had pretty much begged me to have my nephew to stay for a few weeks. By all accounts he had been driving his parents up the wall with the usual adolescent behaviour. Far from feeling put upon I gladly accepted, after all it's not like I had much else to fill my days with.

Summer at Aunt Sylvia's

Summer at Aunt Sylvia'sIt was the summer holidays and having bummed around the house long enough to irritate my Mother I was packed off to go and stay with my Aunt Sylvia for a few weeks. I wasn't particularly bothered by this, most of my college friends were away on holiday and I'd grown bored of lazing around the house and getting nagged at. Besides, my Aunt and Uncle were well off and lived in a house that was way too big for just the two of them to rattle around in. After a rather tedious train journey on a sweaty, packed train I finally arrived at the station to be greeted by my Aunt waving enthusiastically at me.

Desire on the Dance Floor

House music is overpowering me with its throbbing beat, the flashing lights and lasers disorientate me forcing me to squint against their glare. The place seems really full tonight; the dance floor is packed with clubbers and revelers. My head is spinning; I curse myself for drinking way too much Vodka knowing I've gone way over my limit. That coupled with the ecstasy pills we necked earlier in the night... Well I'm feeling pretty smashed to put it mildly. I've lost my friends in the thrum of the crowds around me and I panic a little inside as I realise I can't see them anywhere.