Sunday on Sticky Street
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This story begins in 2006. I was coming up on a move from Anchorage, Alaska to Columbia, South Carolina. I decided to use some online dating sites to maybe lay some groundwork to hook up with some women in SC. I had started talking to this (as I saw in photos) extremely cute, busty 18 year old girl. We shall call her Diane for the sake of anonymity. We talked casually for a few months via Yahoo messenger and grew to know quite a bit about each other. She was a big fan of my favorite band...
STICKY SITUATION by Throne I should have known better. My wife Larissa had already put me into chastity and feminized me. I was constantly horny from looking at her. She is taller than me, has an attractively full figure, and loves to show herself off because it gets me aroused. Every time I became excited it was uncomfortable in my tiny cock cage, my balls ached, and I was so frustrated it made me want to break down and cry. Months ago she had me get treatments to remove all my...
Sunday Morning Part 1 She was shaken awake. It was Sunday. She knew what to do. She went to the bathroom with her pile of clothes and prepared. She showered and did her hair just so, she had shaved in the shower......completely bare this week...she would surprise him.? She bent and slipped a garter belt on running her hands over her very smooth Mont de Venus thinking how nice it felt, so soft and smooth, she would not wear nickers today. She felt a shiver of excitement as she thought of her...
Danny They say a change is as good as a rest, but I’m not sure how appropriate that is, when it comes to the gym. Until the other day, I had never missed my twice weekly sessions. Keeping fit is a way of life for me and I like to do plenty of cardio, mixing it up with a few weights. So when I had to switch to a Tuesday, owing to an emergency plumbing job, I was a bit miffed. I’m a stickler for routine and this had put me out of step. Being blonde and naturally curvy, I tend to make an...
LesbianHer name is Mrs. Jones. She was my Sunday school teacher and confirmation teacher. She was very prim and proper. Neat tidy business style dresses. She was thin with dark brown hair. She always took classes very seriously, but she was always staring at me during class. One Sunday morning,when I was 13, she told me to stay after and help her pick up, which I found odd, since her son was there. He was actually a friend of mine. But I knew better than to make waves at church. When her son had gone...
Second and final part. It will make more sense if the first part is read first. Both parts are quite long. ‘Steve Wright’s Sunday Love Songs’ is a real BBC Radio 2 programme: Nine till eleven am GMT every Sunday. I’m not sure if they still do the long lost friends item. In any case, they never connected Kevin and Nicola with each other, since they are both fictional characters! All characters in sexual situations are over eighteen. —– We left Kevin searching and worrying about Nicola who...
Streetwalker My wife and I enjoy a little roll playing in our marriage. My two favorite roll-playing games are the “Little Catholic Schoolgirl” and the “Streetwalker.” I love it when my beautiful wife puts on a “Catholic Schoolgirl” outfit that she got at a yard sale last summer. Usually I’m the “Head Mater” and have to punish her for something. She really gets into it too. It sure makes for some really good sex afterwards. Now the “Streetwalker” allows my tall slender wife to...
You awake in strange surroundings. It takes a moment for your eyes’ and your mind’ to focus. Just for that moment you can’t really place yourself within the universe. You realize that you are lying in a bed. Surrounded by a sea of silky sheets. A light yellow with pale green flowered accents. But whose bed is it? It seems so unfamiliar. So alien. As you sit up your eyes scan around the room, and you remember. It is a room – an open room – in a small Polynesian-style home. Woven grass mats...
I wrote this story as a present for my wife, who loved it (she said), so I decided to post it to see what a less biased audience would make of it. It is rather long, and is in two parts, both of which have been submitted. It is my first submission and depending on the response, it may also be my last! It is written in British English. Though written in the first person, it is not autobiographical. All persons in sexual situations are 18 years old or older. The age of students in the final...
Sunday mornings were always my favourite. Whether it was as simple as a long lazy lie in, or sitting with a cuppa and just talking and feeling close, it always made me feel good.This particular Sunday felt different though. Coming round from an unusually deep sleep I had an odd feeling, like a pressure in the head. I suddenly realised I couldn’t hear anything and as a moment of panic ensued I opened my eyes, but in that moment something was placed over them.Thoughts racing, it was quickly clear...
It was 20 years ago that it happened. It was like a dream or a male version of that old movie "Starman". When I was about 30 years old something or "Someone" strange happened to me. I could only find time in my busy job to run or walk for an hour a week. I had recently bought myself a pick-up truck as a treat. I decided to go looking for a quiet place to walk or run in and I remembered a place called 'Heber Downs Conservation Area' where I had taken, my now wife, Joan on a few picnics and...
Hott, Sticky, and Wetttttttttttttttttttttttttttt I was glad that we had finally met, because after several weeks of chatting on the internet and talking on the phone, I was ready to find out if you were really as sexually charged as you said you were. As for me, I knew I was ready and had a lot of dreams of how I was wanting serve you and have you serve me. So, when I called you and let you know what hotel I was staying at, I couldn’t help but notice the joy in your voice, which enticed me even...
3 Sticky Gifts for Her 17th Birthday Maria was lying on the bed, rubbing his cum around her nipple with her finger. Kevin laid there, her hand on his now softening cock, satisfied once again. Maria says: “I want to do something special for my 17th birthday this year. Something I have never done and I want it to be memorable.” She and Kevin throw around some ideas when Kevin says: “Well Maria as much as you like sex you should have a small gangbang.” “Oh my God Kevin I don’t know. What do you...
Group SexSunday Night Football Sissy It's no surprise that we love football here in Texas. We all head out to watch high school ball on Friday nights, and of course we love to cheer on our college boys on Saturdays. And the grown men dominate our Sundays. Especially if you're a sissy slut like me. I am a sissy cock slut who happily serves a small group of men here in town, and things took an interesting turn a few years back when I learned that Master David was an avid Cowboys fan, while...
David James moved up behind the skimpily clad, statuesque brunette and slid his arm around her waist. The girl, Emma Harris, flinched slightly and then appeared to relax as David whispered in her ear, "I'll show you mine if you show me yours." David allowed his hand to drift upwards towards the girl's naked breast. In his opinion one of the few good things about the approaching Sa'arm invasion had been the sudden appearance of flesh amongst the female population. A fashion change that...
Five & Damon had shared an apartment for just over a year they were the best of friends but they both had totally different personalities. While Five was shy and very committed to his long-term girlfriend Joanne. Damon was loud and was in and out of relationships every other week. Five and Damon had an agreement on the apartment so to keep out of each others way the agreement was Wednesday to Saturday nights it was Five's night which meant Damon had to go out and Five had the apartment to...
Group SexSunday - the aftermath I woke up Monday morning after a long night of dreams. The front of my underwear wet and sticky. Wet dreams, like a teenager. At least I was lucky in my dreams. Reality was a frustrating bitch. My dreams starting coming back to me. I could see Mrs. Richards under me. I remember taking pleasure watching my dick push those big lips apart and then slide all the way in. She was tight and moaning. I doubt the dream was a long one. In any case, now I needed a shower and fresh...
ReluctanceSunday Sessionbypenisleeve©The Sunday session is tradition in Australia. After two days of relaxation the young and the young at heart head for their favourite watering-hole to cap off the weekend before returning to the grind of the working week. I was in town on business for a couple of weeks, I’d come alone leaving Caz, my wife 1 600 Km away. My usual outlet for my excess sexual urges was not on hand, If you’ll pardon the pun, so I sought an alternative. This was acceptable to Caz as long as...
It was a Sunday morning, I woke up as I usually do, and immediately head for the kitchen. I needed my morning coffee. It's a morning ritual. Of all the things I may or may not be, I am decidedly not a morning person. This one ritual trip to make coffee, drink it, and finally wake up is a distraction. It's a delay- a necessary delay to be sure, but a delay nevertheless from what I actually want to do. And what I actually want to do is be with him. I look across the lake and realize it has only...
Hi friends ,this is my first story on ISS and I hope that you will enjoy my story.I am george from kerala And this is a story told to be my friend.I found it interesting and decided to share it .Without boring you more lets get on to the story. It was a Sunday and I have come to the office for some shit work due to some client visit. I just came to office and since it was Sunday no one was there. Being Sunday I just came in a skirt and t shirt. I for the first time in my life came to office...
Sunday afternoon alone in the dunes, well we thought we were. It's your worst nightmare, that gushing feeling when you suddenly realize that you have been caught in a comprising situation. It had been one of those typical family visits to the relatives, the type of visit which had become routine, with everyone being polite, interjected with moments that were actually enjoyable, such as the trip to the beach after Sunday lunch. As there were quite a few of us, we had to leave in three cars. I...
VoyeurWith a basket full of my dirty clothes, I struggled into the local Laundromat. It was three years since I had routinely been to the Laundromat, but after splitting with my boyfriend it became a Sunday tradition. No Sunday roast with my parents, instead I spent the nicest part of the day sitting on a hard little wooden bench. You see, Peter got the washing machine in the split, and I hadn't got around to replacing it. As much as I hated to admit it, I still needed to feel hard done by;...
Victoria wiped the sweat from her brow as she locked the door to her office. It had been another hard day at work, and the rising temperature wasn't soothing her already tense body. Thanks to the gas costs, she opted to roll down her windows, allowing the breeze to cool the beads of dew that had collected on her silky, caramel colored skin. A fit of inspiration struck her, and she turned opposite the way she would normally take home, intent on visiting her favorite summer treat vendor. ...
Vicky and I had spent the day shopping in town and were now waiting for the bus to take us home. The hot weather had gotten the better of us, and we had stopped in a bar in town for a few cold drinks and by now we were feeling tipsy and a little bit horny. Vicky was a very sexy 19 year old, with long red hair and an amazing figure. She had lovely pert tits that bounced as she ran, but held firm when I got her clothes off. I lusted after her all the time, and right now was no exception. As we...
Quickie SexIt was a hot n sticky June night last night last summer, very hot n sticky. I had just been to a party on the beach with a girlfriend of mine and had a few Vodkas and Tequila shots so I of cause was feeling a little tipsy and merry. I was on my way home and might even have been singing a little I don’t really remember.Anyway, it was a very hot night as I have said and I was looking very hot too. I had on a short shirt and my push up bra on, and my tits looked great even if I do say so myself. I...
I like mornings. Never had a problem getting up early. But, Sunday mornings can go either way: if I enjoyed myself a lot Saturday night, then Sundays can be a bit painful. Or groggy. Or, groggy and painful. Last Sunday was neither. Due to a change in my usual schedule, my fiance and I were alone on Sunday morning for a change. This… turned out to be a very good thing. I got up around 8, brought in the paper, and found she was still ‘out’ at 9. So I brewed some coffee, surfed the web and made...
Harry Andersen couldn't understand why his mother tells him every Sunday that she doesn't need a ride to church on Sundays into the city. He even offered to take her because he goes to the same church. She doesn't have a car. There was no big deal. She told him that the minister comes by every Sunday afternoon to give her cummioun. Harry spent a couple of hours thinking why she would do this to him for the fourth time in a month. He wanted to know what was so important to receive commiun at...
I always saw him in the dressing room at the pool in our apartment building. I’m 53 years old and retired. I swim every day to help me stay in shape so I’ve seen him many times both at the pool and in the changing rooms. He’s probably about nine or ten years old, a little over four feet tall with sandy, reddish blonde, sun bleached hair. Before that Sunday afternoon I had never spoken a word to him but I had noticed him since he liked to strut around the changing area in the nude and...
Introduction: Risk was btter than his dad in bed We all slept well, waking fairly early, Liz saw Grants cock standing up, and without saying any thing, took him in the bath room and lay him down, sitting on his cock, she let her morning pee loose, as it run down his cock and over his body, he smiled and with a bit of effort pushed up filling her pussy with his piss, seeing this set me off, so standing over him I aimed my first squirt at her boobs and then worked down onto Grants chest, when we...
Sunday lunch time was always my favourite time of the week because it meant lunching with my mother's sister, my Aunt Rose. So punctually, on the dot of twelve thirty, I rang the bell on the front door of her imposing old house in one of the better parts of town.At forty-two she was two years older than my mother and a senior partner in a well respected accountancy firm, she'd never married and was often quoted as saying that she never would."Ah David," she smiled on opening the door, "Right on...
IncestIt is the early hours of Sunday morning, midsummer. A crack of sunlight pours through the window and there is a freshly cut grass smell in the air. It's that blissful split-second when you wake up and nothing matters. I lie next to my lover. My favourite place. There is nothing I like better the lying on his chest, the smell of a man, the little bit of hair, the mix of bed sweat and pure manliness. I snuggle in to his chest, wanting, yearning for his cock. I kiss his cheek, he doesn't react. I...
Straight SexThis is not a story, this is as it actually happened, how we made love on Sunday morning, as requested by a friend on XH. (Jane tells the first part and Billy tells the second part).I opened my eyes slowly as I awoke. There was light behind the curtains, and I lay in a relaxed half asleep, half awake state, thinking that it was Sunday morning and there was nothing pressing to do. I could tell Billy was awake from the sound of his breathing. One of us will make the tea, normally decided by who...
So Sunday night she came over around 11:30pm. I was already pretty tired but I honored her request to only answer the door wearing my cage. She grabbed me by the balls and squeezed them really hard till I was sort of bent over and said to me “I love the control you allow me to have over you.” She released a bit, but still held on to them and locked the door behind us. She led me to the bedroom by my balls but not the room we normally play in. She said we are doing this in your bed tonight. She...
SUNDAY- CHURCH LADY SUCKS OFF A VARIETY OF MEN ON A SUNDAY!So I have been pretty horny. Not allot of cock since the demise of Craigslist personals months ago. I decided it was time to hit the Adult Book Store scene. Their are 2 in the area, one in MA and one in Seabrook, NH. Last weekend I went to the bookstore in MA. It is seedy, a hit and miss ABS, which makes it even better! It is frequented by gays and marrieds, occasionally by a Tranny or CD type like me. One of the best times to go is...
Hello again. This story from Ms diary relates to a Sunday when she wrote, V picked me up at ten in the morning, went to his place, straight to bed and he put a blue movie on, good fuck. As usual I like to lie next to M and ask her to tell me more while I wank myself off. She tells me that on this day her black rasta boyfriend, the skinny one with the big cock, arranged to pick her up early one Sunday morning to take her out. She said this was strange for a number of reasons, for starts where...
Sunday, Sunday. After the pain had slightly subsided, I began to enjoy the feeling of him taking me. We had struggled for over a month to get to this point of no return, each evening we would lay together and try. For me, the pain was always too much to bear, but mostly I was scared of letting myself be hurt. Over the weeks we had tried quite a few techniques to eventually get to this point, one was him spitting onto his fingers and slowly rubbing his it against my hole, fingering me...
On Monday I bet my boyfriend John that if my football team lost on Sunday I would be his sex slave for the day. And if my team won ,I could do the same. We teased each other mercilessly all week long on what we were going to make the other do. Now what he wanted to do more than anything was to tie me up and fuck me. If he said that once he said it a hundred times that week. The thought scared me a little but at the same time turned me on. Everyday I would hear “ Come Sunday I am going to tie...
BDSMEvery day on the way out to my office in Saddar, I past Sana Haq.We lived in the same apartment building and were neighbors, my flat was above hers. I have to say that the 5ft 3inch Chokri (babe) gave me a hard on whenever I saw her. Her well tailored shalwar Kamiz was in the height of Desi fashion. (Short, sleeveless Kamiz and shalwar stopping teasingly just above her very nicely shaped ankles)She had shoulder length black hair, slightly frizzy (jungle-bhal like this, is my favorite) a round...
For a tantalizing second it hung, suspended by the tiniest thread, a perfect teardrop, before dropping, glistening orange-amber in the morning sun. Just a second later, it splashed against tanned skin, rivulets spreading over the dark brown of a hardening nipple. I giggled and lunged forward, sucking the piece of mango out of your fingers. It was Sunday morning. Sunlight streamed through the windows and across the bed. Sunday papers were spread out amongst the rumpled sheets and our naked...
EroticIt was a normal sunday me and my whole family went to church for our regular family get together. And as always we meet at my grandparents house for dinner. This Sunday was extra special. I was sitting the pew with my family when my aunt Andrea walked in. She looked so stunningly beautiful and sexy as always. She had on a black dress and pressed tightly against her 36d tits, she was 46 yrs old and could make me horny as hell. The dress was cut pretty high, that i could almost see her cunt hair....
IncestDad raised his hand and was about to hit me. He was drunk as usual and complained that I was costing him too much. He wanted me out of his life. Tears were running down my eyes. I was a young 11-year-old boy living in a city in Russia. My name is Nicholas, and I was a bit small for my age. My mum left us and Dad was unemployed. We lived in a one bedroom flat that had lots of rugs and little furniture. There was a big old sofa that dad and I slept on. Dad never bought me anything. All my clothes...
The following is a true account written by a friend of mine in Calcutta. Read it and enjoy. In a few earlier narratives I have described a couple of erotic sessions with my former girlfriend Roma. Today, I shall describe some extremely satisfying sexual sessions with my present girlfriend Sharmila. Sharmila, 37, a probashi divorcee from New Delhi, is a management executive working for a National News Channel and she is currently on a three year assignment in its Kolkata office. We met first at...
Walk On The Street By Tyrone Slothrop Chapter 1: Internal Affairs "So you seem to be clear on this one Musgrove. What are you gonna do now? Take some time, hit the beach? Go to Disneyworld? I hear gay days are coming up." Roberts made his usual attempt at humor and was as funny as always, which is to say, not at all. Gerry knew he was finished as a cop. Once you did anything for Internal Affairs you either went upstairs with a promotion or your life was hell. He was very certain...
If anyone had seen Michael Gillian sitting in his parked car in a shadowy corner of a dark street two blocks from his ex-girlfriend's apartment, they would immediately think that something sinister was about to happen. They would be right. The failing sunlight and the subsequent lengthening shadows of evening helped to hide him from unwelcome eyes. He certainly wouldn't want a certain person spotting him here; if she were on to him, it would spoil everything he had been planning for...
Sundays afternoons are always twinged with twilight. The setting of the weekend, drawing long shadows of an impending Monday. As days of the week go it’s my least favourite, reminding me of my own middling years, overwhelmed by the dawning considerations of old age. These are symptoms that need self medicating, a gloom only cured by a specific light. My prescribed treatment? The pursuit of sexual gratification, willing or otherwise. To humiliate others distracts from my own inadequacies and...
Then early last summer there was some activity. Trucks going up and down the street. But I never saw anyone. I didn't think much of it until school started. I was now a junior in high school. My name is Devon, most call me Dev. I'm about the most average kid in our school. 5-8, skinny, brown hair, brown eyes. I just blend into the scenery. I didn't have trouble with anyone; I had enough friends. I was hopeless with girls. Maybe because I didn't play sports, or maybe I was just...
Sticky Afternoon by Rajah Dodger (c) 1994, 2009 It was a sticky afternoon, and Karl was tired of waiting for the bus, tired of looking for work, just plain tired. He tapped his fingers impatiently against his briefcase as he slouched against the building in the July heat. He grumbled to himself from time to time about the short-sightedness of personnel managers who seemed to want fresh young (read: cheap) applicants instead of someone who knew the business and could be productive in only...
She took my hand and discreetly pulled it up between her thighs, all the while continuing her conversation with the CEO. I tried to keep my cool, but I knew I was probably as red as a tomato at that moment, and even more so when I felt the moisture of her pussy seeping through the front of her cotton panties onto my fingers. Her thighs were as smooth as silk, causing an immediate and somewhat embarrassing erection, not to mention bulging and awkward. I looked straight ahead, hoping nobody would...
Quickie SexHott, Sticky, and Wetttttttttttttttttttttttttttt I was glad that we had finally met, because after several weeks of chatting on the internet and talking on the phone, I was ready to find out if you were really as sexually charged as you said you were. As for me, I knew I was ready and had a lot of dreams of how I was wanting serve you and have you serve me. So, when I called you and let you know what hotel I was staying at, I couldn’t help but notice the joy in your voice, which enticed me even...
Hello all ISS readers. I am really glad to see that many of you have appreciated my last experience which motivated me further to share one more very awesome experience which will wet all the pussies. Also I would like to be more than happy if any of the cunt get so much wet that want me to be there to make her fluid oozes out of her hole… All of the girls and ladies know how to reach ??? very simple connect me at So get ready to be wet. Let your finger be ready to insert in that sweet hole...
Lately, Ben has been telling me he doesn't want me to bring home any more "new" pussy he wants to focus on just he and I and our own hot sex life. I looked at him to see if he was k**ding or not but for now, he seems quite serious. Truly that's fine with me, but I know somewhere down the line he MAY change his mind :D Ben, Jensen and I were sitting around tonight (Jensen seems to be coming around a LOT more often) and I wanted to stir up some trouble. I told Jensen if he wanted to hear about...
Ever since I started masturbation I have loved cum, particularly the feel of it and the warmth. I would always rub it over myself and licking it off my skin was naughty but felt so good.In my fantasy, I am fucking a girl in missionary on the floor on top of a plastic mat. We are lost in the moment and I'm really deep in her and she's pulling me in further and further. Then we start feeling hands rubbing all over my back and her body. As we become more aware we realise there is a ring of guys...
Sticky Afternoonby Rajah Dodger (c) 1994, 2009 It was a sticky afternoon, and Karl was tired of waiting for the bus, tired of looking for work, just plain tired. He tapped his fingers impatiently against his briefcase as he slouched against the building in the July heat. He grumbled to himself from time to time about the short-sightedness of personnel managers who seemed to want fresh young (read: cheap) applicants instead of someone who knew the business and could be productive in only...
MatureSuraimo looked around at the flickering trees. "The game's glitching," she said. "You've pushed it too far off the scripted path. It's starting to break down. I can feel the rules governing my actions weakening." Her amorphous base swelled up and started to spawn eager tentacles. "I don't think I'll let you replay the battle when you lose this time. I think I'll keep you instead." Fuck. Had the game just entered iron man mode? No, it wasn't a game, not anymore. He thought...
Now here I was years later listening to a Sunday morning sloppy 'lurve' programme, which was telling me she wanted to contact me again. I was not in a relationship, though I had a couple of girlfriends who were friends-with-benefits. They felt it was too early for them to be committed long term to anyone. Beth and Julie were good friends and each knew the other was sleeping with me, and I was happy as I was, who wouldn't be? I wondered what good it would do to see Nicola. Why did she...
The man across the street.... As long as I can remember people had remarked how with my pretty face, slight build and general demeanor I should have been a girl. After my parents had died in a car accident, I now lived with my glamorous young aunt Charlotte who was a business woman who owned a chain of upscale fashion boutiques. Now, being a hormonal 16 year old adolescent, I was fascinated by her totally glamorous and sexualized way of dressing. Always wearing the highest of heels...
Look, I know I should've looked in the rearview mirror, okay?I know.I mean, I know now.I should've looked in the rearview mirror, or twisted to look out the back window, or hell, I guess I could've washed my car so the goddamn backup camera wasn't covered in dirt.There's a lot of things I should've done. There were a lot of things I could've done. The fact of the matter, my friend, is that I did not do those fucking things, and I ran over the crazy old lady who lived down the street.Well, okay,...
It was Sunday morning and Abbie was out for her morning swim. The dinner with David’s parent’s had been Thursday evening followed by a date with David on Friday night. That date was an eventful one for both. They’d gone to the local place on their side of the lake instead of the fancier restaurant with the walking path. They sat opposite the other eating their burgers and fries talking about college and the soon to start academic year. ‘The swim team meets for first work outs in ten days. I’d...