A Fictional Story by Scott Frieh. The hot tub was my idea. And the main thing I wanted it for—okay, the only thing—was what it got used for, so great, I got my wish, and now my marriage is in hot water. A few months ago I asked my wife if she’d ever had an orgasm with me, and she said, “Yeah, I think so. I’m sure I have.” I calmly removed the harpoon from my heart. To be honest,
Read moreA Fictional Story by Wankerino. Part 1… Miss Cynthia Remington reclined in her tall red leather-clad throne. She was a pimp… among other things… and ran a highly immoral prostitution ring… and it paid her very well… Sex sells. It was the way of the world… and her Master understood it better than anyone… She was 45 but looked like she was in her early 20s. She was tall, slim, and white with long blonde hair and piercing green eyes.
Read moreA Fictional Story by Camwhore1. In my early twenties, I ran with a pretty tight crew. We’d all met in college and stuck around the same city after graduating, renting houses a few blocks apart and spending most weekends at someone’s apartment, drinking until sunrise. There was this one guy, Brandon, who I’d known since sophomore year. Tall, broad-shouldered, played rugby. He had this habit—especially after a few beers—of bringing up his dick in conversation. It wasn’t subtle. We’d be
Read moreA Fictional Story by Bienbyswitch. “Take your clothes off.” M grinned from the sofa as I stood in front of her. She’s a smoking hot goth girl. Neon green bob haircut, tattoos, piercings, my dream girl. We had met at a kink club 2 and a half years ago, and both being switches, our sex and kink life is always evolving. “Lie down.” There was the look in her eye that I couldn’t help but obey. The vulnerability of her
Read moreA Fictional Story by limpshrimp83. I never planned on seeing my coworker half-naked. I definitely never planned on standing there with my mouth open, staring at her cock like some kind of idiot. But that’s what happened. And honestly? It might’ve been the best thing that ever happened to me at work. Let me back up. Her name is Robin. She sits three desks over from mine in the marketing department, and she’s the kind of woman you notice but
Read moreA Fictional Story by Illustrious_Pen_7964. I’m not going to pretend I don’t know what I have. Or what I don’t have. I’m forty-one, five-foot-ten, two hundred and fifteen pounds at about eight percent body fat right now. I’ve been lifting for almost twenty years. I bench 315, squat 450, deadlift 500. My shoulders are boulders. My chest is slabs. My arms stretch the sleeves of every shirt I own. I walk into a room, and people notice. Men respect me.
Read moreA Fictional Story by Jane42GG. Preface I am fascinated by what makes men cum. I love cock of all varieties. I would like to work in a shop men visit with their problem cocks. I would help them work out why their cocks were causing them issues. We would fix their cocks together. Disclaimer All characters are over 21. All characters consent to themes including fingering, medical examination, small penis humiliation, huge tits. Please read further only if you enjoy
Read moreA Fictional Story by Camwhore1. Kevin had noticed the changes over the past month. His father Walter’s sneers had grown sharper, his insults more pointed. At Sunday dinner, Walter had made Kevin fetch his own beer while loudly commenting that some men just weren’t built to be providers. His wife Brittany had pressed her lips together, hiding something behind her eyes. The breaking point came on a Tuesday evening. Kevin had come home early from his accounting firm—some issue with
Read moreA Fictional Story by BetaMan22. Part One: The Gym Locker Room It hits me the moment I see him. Not gradually. Not over time. Immediately. Like a punch to the gut that spreads upward into my chest, tightening everything it touches. I’m standing at my locker, towel around my waist, and he walks in from the showers. Six-foot-two, maybe six-three. Shoulders like a doorway. Chest like a shield. And between his legs—swinging with every step, heavy and thick, the kind
Read moreA Fictional Story by AsianPersuasion69. The apartment was quiet except for the wet sounds of us fucking—my hips pushing forward, her body accepting me, but only just. Nora lay beneath me, her half-Korean, half-Irish features flushed pink, dark hair fanned across the pillow. She’s beautiful in that way that still makes my stomach flip after six years—high cheekbones from her mom’s side, green eyes from her dad’s, light brown skin that flushes so prettily when she’s turned on. I was
Read moreA Gay Fictional Story by eviltwin52. Ever have a secret you wanted to keep private? Sometimes even as you discreetly go about satisfying your secret deviant desires, your hidden world comes crashing down on you. I glanced over my shoulder to see if anyone was watching as I gently tapped on my neighbor’s door. The coast was clear. And I heard my sexy man friend call out for me to come in. Mr. Johnson was sitting in his recliner wearing
Read moreA Fictional Story by cheekchloe. Last Saturday started like most weekends at my place. A few people, some wine, nothing planned. It was me, Cassie, and three others—Nora, Becca, and Sam. We’d done this enough times that the rhythm was automatic. Someone brings cheese, someone brings too much wine, everyone ends up in the living room with their shoes off and the music too low to actually hear. Cassie and her husband had been together since forever. I’m talking college-era,
Read moreA Fictional Story by Saeclum113. The day was getting late, with the sun just starting to set on a long day, and Emma just wanted to collapse on her couch. She trudged up the steps to her apartment. Three floors of rooms as rundown as the outside. The stairway smelled like piss, as it did every Friday from their drunk neighbors. Emma wanted to move somewhere nicer, but even with two incomes, it was an impossible dream. At the door
Read moreA Fictional Story by Cuklife. The air along the salt marshes doesn’t just sit on your skin. It clings to it, a heavy weight scented with the sharp brine of a falling tide and the thick sweetness of rotting pluff mud. For nearly twenty years, that climate had been the silent backdrop to a slow, agonizing distance. When Ella finally packed her things and took a small apartment down near the waterfront, it wasn’t out of explosive anger. It was
Read moreA Fictional Story by blackeddesires. “Baby, I don’t think it’s going to get hard…” Holly huffed, stroking his dicklet half-heartedly with two fingers. Alex tipped his eyes to the back of Holly’s head. He had his hands on her hips, and she was sitting on him, her round ass so heavy it felt like it was about to crush his pelvis. Few people would’ve considered Holly fat; she definitely had a fair bit of meat on her, but Alex loved
Read moreA Fictional SPH Story by charmer949. 1980s ERA STORY FROM A RANDOM COLLEGE GUY My name is Steve. Not that that matters. I was an average college guy who hung out at nightclubs just trying to get laid like any other dude. I drew the line at thin. With college chicks, this wasn’t hard to find. If she had a nice butt, I was down. I didn’t care for boobs and preferred they be small, and if she was homely
Read moreA Gay Fictional Story by captain144. Mr and Mrs Stroud, of 119, Laurel Lane, smiled smugly at each other as they took their seats in the half-full auditorium. This was the third weekend in a row that their son, Damien, had participated in the Regional Finals of the South Eastern Boxing Championship. He had sailed through the early rounds and had numerous bouts under his belt. As far as his parents were concerned, there was no chance that their “ickle
Read moreA Fictional Story by GretaLarkin. There is one question a tailor gets to ask that nobody else on earth is allowed to. Odessa Fontaine has been asking it a long time, and it has never once gotten old. “Which side do you dress on, sugar?” The young man in the booth looked down at her with his belt in his hand and no idea in the world what she meant. “Ma’am?” “Left or right.” She had the tape around her
Read moreA Fictional Story by Shot-Emergency-627. Part One: The Wedding Night I should probably start with the numbers, since that’s what matters here. Three point eight inches. Hard. That’s what I measured on our honeymoon, kneeling on the hotel bed with a ruler I’d stolen from the business center downstairs while my wife was in the bathroom. I held it against myself, pressed the metal edge into the base, and stared at the number like it might change if I looked
Read moreA Fictional Story by Grouchy-Falcon-345. I need to stop doing this to myself. Her name is Nisha, and I’ve been in love with her since the second year of college. That’s four years now. Four years of sitting next to her in lectures, four years of group dinners and movie nights and study sessions where I’d pretend to focus on the textbook while actually memorizing the way she tucked her hair behind her ear. Four years of watching her date
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