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‘If you stare at that screen any longer, you’re gonna get square eyes’ Lucas’ dreamy voice caught Christina off guard. She abruptly glanced up from her blank laptop screen, greeted with the sight of a freshly showered and shirtless boyfriend. She blinked hard, allowing her eyes to adjust back to the non-pixelated world. She leaned back against the headboard of her bed and scrunched her straightened legs into a basket, carefully balancing her pride and joy on her knees. ‘I think I have...
It was one of the hottest days of the year and I was sitting in my air conditioned apartment staring at the computer screen trying to think of something erotic to write. But I was having the worst case of writer’s block of my career. I would start a story and then couldn’t finish because I just wasn’t inspired by the plot, the characters or the worst thing of all for an erotic writer- the sex. It was becoming frustrating but the only saving grace was that I had nothing to do outside and with a...
“Oh, shit!” he groaned. “Oh, SHIT! Ohhhhuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” She felt him cumming, shooting streams of thick, hot fluids deep inside her. Her stomach constricted and she felt the bile rising in her throat. She had to fight down the urge to vomit as she felt the warmth spreading through her. Still he pounded into her, over and over until he had drained the last drop of his cum into her. Then, with a groan and a shiver, he collapsed on top of her. Heather felt him gradually softening inside...
The Shower Block. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- You both decide to take a walk to the shower block just after the sun set, of a hot day,.you both have caught the sun, and with it your libidos have also been well topped up, with the stirrings in both of you that come with the outdoor style, of chilling and enjoying quality time...
The Shower Block. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- You both decide to take a walk to the shower block just after the sun set, of a hot day,. you both have caught the sun, and with it your libidos have also been well topped up, with the stirrings in both of you that come with the outdoor style, of chilling and enjoying quality time together. Your wife has only her skimpy bikini on, and you...
I came round, groggy and confused. It was pitch dark and cold.The first sensation was the pain in my arms and wrists, which were pointing diagonally upwards, attached to something I could not see. I tried to move to ease the stiffness, but my ankles were similarly spread wide and attached to the floor. Panic followed quickly. I thrashed for a while, breathing quickly as I tugged against the stiff restraints, but it was no use."Hey!" I shouted.The words echoed and as my eyes became used to the...
Prologue:A few months ago I bought an apartment in a ten story block. My apartment, 1009, was the uppermost corner unit on the right side of the building. Across from my block, there was a second, mirror image apartment block facing the one I lived in. Between the two structures, we had a beautiful garden and large lap pool, which both buildings overlooked and utilized. Of particular interest to me was apartment 1000, in the opposite block. It was the uppermost corner unit on the left side of...
Gay MaleI'm bi-sexual. I can't remember exactly when it started? Maybe it was 3 or 4 years ago, I don't know but it was around that time that I got the first inclings of my bi-sexuality. I was 32 year old male with an average build, short cropped blonde hair and blue eyes. I was your typical Australian hetro-sexual guy. Beers down the pub with my mates on a friday night watching footy & and eyeing off the sexy women. It was one of those nights that things began to change. I was walking home from the...
GayThe normal set of disclaimers applies. Those who archive stories on free sites may do so, provided no changes are made in the text. Writer's Block By Bill Hart As Lance Thorndyke entered his publisher's office, he was worried how they'd react to him telling them he wouldn't have his newest book ready by its agreed upon next week's due date. He'd run into writers' blocks before now, but this block was totally different than any of the others he'd ever suffered through. No matter...
SRU: Writer's Block By Roy Del Frink Henry Higgins was a well-known writer. Well, I should say he was as well-known a writer as writers of pornography go. His tales occupied the pages of every adult magazine in the business - sometimes two or three in different magazines the same month. Henry's writing always came from experience. In the name of "research", he'd go out and have sex with six different women every day. And never the same woman twice, as he never wanted to deal with...
Olivia was a writer. It’s not just what she did, it was what, in her mind, defined her. Short stories, poems, and novellas spanning all manner of genres. She'd taken great delight sharing them with her small circle of friends, sometimes even shyly reading them out loud, quietly pleased at the praise they’d heaped on her, each time pushing herself to improve. Jack had been especially supportive, always sending her motivational emails or glowing reviews, finding bright moments in even the failed...
MasturbationNew Girl on the Block Janet L. Stickney [email protected] In the past I had very privately dabbled in dressing in my mothers clothes, then gone out as a girl on several special occasions, like Halloween, so it's not like I have no idea what's required, but what they told me I was going to do was unbelievable! My name is Greg, I'm 15 now, your average kid, I guess. I'm 5'7" tall and weigh about 140, with brown hair and green eyes. I'm an average student, although I'm not...
July 1980, Milford, Ohio When we arrived at Jennifer’s house, her mom was home. She greeted me, but Jennifer dragged me to the basement before a conversation could start. We sat on the couch. “So you want to know who I am?” she asked. “Yes, I do. Everything. Get it all out on the table, whatever it is.” She sat quietly for several minutes, just looking at me, as if she was evaluating me. She was clearly trying to decide what to say and how to say it. I wasn’t going to rush her because I...
AUTHOR'S NOTES This is a re-write of one of my first efforts. Back then I thought it marvelous to knit improbabilities into spectrums of predilection. But of course it hardly worked, except maybe for readers with checklists. In my re-write, the stretch is a tad more bounded and takes just half the words. And my oh my! That earlier version reads as if I combed through 300 supposedly-erotic stories for sticky-wet adjectives to string together. I apologize to any of you who tried to read it....
Hey, I am Aditya (name changed). I am 18 yrs old. I know my age is less but I don’t know how but god gifted me a gem. I got an 8.5-inch tool that is wide enough to satisfy anyone who can resist my dick. I live in Delhi so anyone in Delhi Noida or Ghaziabad can mail me for satisfaction.I guarantee full privacy. You can mail me on So coming to the sex story. I was a person who was full of lust.I masturbated a lot of times a day watching porn.One day a new aunt shifted to my society. I lived in a...
Note from the author: This is my first time trying to write any sort of fiction so I would love any constructive feedback. This should be considered part 1 and I hope to write more. I hope you enjoy! ---------------------------------------------- "James?" Davis said. "You haven't said anything for nearly two minutes." "Oh sorry...you just gave me a lot to think about," I replied, still trying to get my head around what he had just suggested. Davis was my friend and perhaps more...
The Auction Block The Auction Block Chapter One?? June 17th? 4:15 PM The longer the van ride lasted, the more uncomfortable Nikki and her younger sister Kate became.? They had been in the black van, with dark tinted windows, for over three hours now, and the vehicle continued to wind deeper and deeper into the densely forested countryside.? Their stepmother had assured them they were going to a wonderfully isolated, yet thoroughly modern retreat in the Northern California woods.? A...
Keiyra's alert eyes scan the streets for any signs of Hunters. As the most successful and renowned CockBlocker, Keiyra never drops her guard. She would never be collared with the dread conCollars the Hunters used, and to her dying day she would kill those who seek to collar her or other women. For being collared was practically a death sentence. The collar could read your thoughts and intentions and can "train" women by shocking them for what their programmers deem as bad thoughts. It could...
BDSMMy sister Dee is 42 this year but we have been together since she was 17. I will only mention in this post about our recent get together which is all too rare. I headed down to the States for her famous summer barbecue and her in-laws were there which both she and I have come to regard as great cockblockers.They want to be taken care of hand and foot and my sister being the great matriarch she is, makes up a fabulous spread and serves upwards of 30 or 10 people at one of these things. I try to...
IncestMarch 16, 1992 Chicago, Illinois We arrived home from O’Hare just after Elyse brought Abbie and Matthew home from Midway Airport, and just in time for dinner, which Nancy had helpfully prepared. “There’s my other granddaughter!” Nancy said when she saw Birgit. “Hi, Grandma!” Birgit said going over to give her a hug before climbing into her booster seat. “How were the trips?” “Vermont was nice and peaceful,” Kara said. “Except for a certain husband who just HAD to watch NASCAR!” Jessica...
1. A successful journalist is sitting inside his room, staring at a fireplace. A cacophony of sounds keeps reminding him of the storm outside. ‘Soothing,’ the man mutters to himself while stretching his arms. ‘I really hope this rain is going to provide me with a stream of creative ideas.’ ‘You’ll have more than you bargained for,’ a voice can be heard. ‘Who’s there?’ the journalist sits in a chair, scanning the room. ‘I’m a panacea,’ the voice says. ‘That’s an intriguing accent,’ the...
The dreaded inability to write had a stranglehold on me. I sat in my study and looked at the blank screen on my PC. It had been two months since I last was able to compose a story. Since then my imagination had been bone dry and my spurts of inspiration as arid as my spurts of cum.Luckily for me, my publisher was my significant other. Just as I was pouring myself a glass of Jack Daniels, the entryway opened, and Joy entered. She looked stunning in her little yellow sundress with a blossom...
BDSMIt's 9 in the afternoon and you are sitting at your desk, blankly staring at the monitor in front of you. It's been almost 12 hours since you woke up, and ever since you had breakfast, you've been trying to get something creative going. As a writer, nothing is worse than having writer's block. Despite your publisher assuring that you can, you feel that you really cannot write bestsellers on command. Your first published book, "Satanic Sheets of Satin", was a bestseller and is even now, a year...
I took a big breath and an even bigger sip of champagne to calm my nerves. I was about to begin my ritual of transformation, but tonight was special. Tonight was Halloween, and for the first time, if everything went according to plan, someone other than myself and a few anonymous internet strangers would see me as a girl. With shaking hands, I donned a wig cap and put on my favorite long brown wig, combed to lustrous perfection specifically for tonight. Adjusting the floral scented...
March 1985, Chicago, Illinois The rest of Sunday, the last day of March, was calm and relaxing. I had wanted to watch the NASCAR race at Bristol on ESPN, but it had rained all afternoon in Tennessee and the race was postponed a week. It wasn’t usual for NASCAR to race on Easter weekend, but they would this year, though on Saturday instead of Sunday. Bill Elliott had won his second race of the year in Atlanta two weeks previously, and was looking strong. Most of my housemates left for home...
I was busy packing for my little trip up to my parents’ holiday cabin, which was a few hours’ drive away from our house. My step-brother, Tyler, would also be coming with me. Our parents wanted us out of the house while they dealt with some legal issues surrounding a client my mother was currently fighting a case for; as they thought it would be easier for everyone. So, as a result, Tyler and I were going to spend a week or so in the woods, alone and yet completely free to do whatever we...
TabooBollywood had found its latest Angry young Man, Aryan Khan. He debuted in SOTY 5 which proved to be a commercial success and gave another 4 consecutive hits within his first 2 years. But his most acclaimed role came in a somewhat controversial Erotic thriller named "Bondage" it was like an Indian version of The Fifty Shades of Grey. Here Aryan played a Psychotic lover who kidnaps his unwilling crush and subjects her to various bondages and sexumiliation which was his version of Harsh...
Harry was chanting something, but Lisa couldn't make out the words that he was saying. "Make out" the words, Lisa thought to herself. That's funny. "Make out" was something that Harry had probably wanted to do with Lisa for five years. She knew that Harry would never get into her pants, but she enjoyed taking him for the ride! Harry was in his thirties and wasn't bad looking. He had some money that he got from an insurance company when his parents perished in an airline crash and he...
Yes, I was staring, I made no effort to hide it, either. This was exactly the reason I chose this apartment complex instead of one filled with people my age. There were a number of young college students in residence, many of them female, and most quite lovely to my eyes. Then there were the guys. No, I wasn't checking out the men, but on weekends many of them were likely to have girlfriends over, and the girlfriends only added to my viewing pleasure. So, I spent a lot of time by the pool,...
Dear Readers, it time to choose your favorite Writer of the Year 2020! Please vote for the writer who entertained you with their amazing and erotic Indian sex stories. *You can vote for multiple writers! Choose your ISS writer of the year 2020! Akashkumar1729 Daksh773384 Hronyman69 ItsAafi94 Rajraka09 SafarazKhan Sutapar1 Zhia69 Other Please Specify: ISS gives you new sex stories every day to keep you hot and horny. The writers of these stories always manage to give you...
I do not usually write in the first and second persons, but in this case, it fits. And while there is no eroticism, there are some allusions to it. If this is not your style, you may wish to move onto the next story. Although the other character in this complete fiction is obviously a lover, the intimate friend is in fact a composite of many wonderful individuals who were, and still are, there for me throughout the years, platonic and otherwise. They have helped me through some very difficult...
So after a day or so minding my own business, tying to be invisible, I was approached by a guy, average sized fella, black, 6 foot, sort of overweight. He told me that he'd been watching me and he noticed I was on the phone whenever possible. They had a phone schedule, each guy could use one of the two or three phones for set amounts of time. I was really missing my girlfriend and was on the phone with her whenever I could. We talked a bit and he seemed pretty nice. He seemed to be genuinely...
He was sitting quietly, tapping his fingers on the key without typing. "What are you doing?" she asked, startling him. He blushed, and then grinned. "I was trying to come up with an idea for a story for you, but I couldn't decide on a situation to get us naked." "Why not?" she teased. "Most of my stories start with something that really happens and inspires me. Nothing inspiring happened today." "How about this?" she said as she hugged him from behind and started nibbling on his neck. ...
Quickie SexJoel and Allison live 4 houses away. Allison is a year behind me in school and Joel 3 years behind.I have been on a swim team most of my life and Joel started swimming for the same team a couple of years after me. He started hanging around me, almost worshipping me. At first I found it ego building but it got almost weird. My last year in school he invited me over after we had won a swim meet.“My parents are gone,” he said. “We can do anything we want”I reluctantly went to his house. Allison...
Ursula slammed her fist against the table in frustration. She tore the piece of paper she had been working on out of her notebook and noisily formed it into an origami boulder and tossed it on top of the pile overflowing her office waste basket. Her husband Walter picked his head up from his book and quietly sighed. She was taking an adult creative writing course at the local community college and was stuck, at the moment, trying to write a short story assignment. She was always so unpleasant...
SpankingI was 17 years old and horny as hell. My only sex experience was with the two girls at school that everyone had done. Very awkward. There was a freshman on the swim team that worshiped me and he lived down the street.One Saturday evening we were celebrating after a swim meet. His parents were gone and we were drinking their stuff. We decided to take a shower and head to bed. I was waiting forever for him to finish his shower. I stripped down to my briefs and waited in the bathroom. He stepped...
It was supposed to be for charity. A good cause they told me. I dressed in a short black dress with black stockings. The stockings had a dark seem that ran the down the back of my leg and tall heels. I had to make a good impression...I wanted to raise a lot of money for the charity.I was intimidated though, the moment I arrived. All of the other girls looked so amazing. Ashley in a blue dress that came to mid-thigh; Megan in a green skirt and a blouse that was more see-through than not;...
I stood in a world of darkness, hands bound behind my back as I listened with growing trepidation to the loud hum of conversation that had to be a hall full of people. The velvet bag over my head puffed out from my face with every warm breath I took. It was hot in that bag, my face felt flushed and uncomfortable. I didn't dare to move, fearing there would be consequences or that without the benefit of sight I would fall and hurt myself. Around my neck was a rope, the loose end of which hung...
April 18, 2000, Chicago, Illinois “Hey, Squirt,” I said when I walked into her office late on Tuesday morning. “I take it Kimmy talked to you?” “Yes. Shut the door, please.” I nodded and shut the door to the office, then sat down across from her. “Ed is really uncomfortable with you and me traveling alone together.” “Seriously?” I sighed. “After fifteen years?” “I know, but you have to see his perspective.” “Oh, I do. Jess will quiz me, but she’ll be OK with it. You know she’s mellowed...
On Fuck Street no one can be satisfied with the same person. They have all fucked each other and managed to keep their relationships. Well the lucky ones. New bad boy Andrew Robinson had just reunited with his father and was already hungry for pussy. Andrew had lived a dangerous life being on the run in all sorts of countries and was only 18. And of course like any bad boy he had fucked a girl every week. Now although they had not met, Andrew had already boned one of these slutty girls. Donna...
SwingerDear Readers, Thank you for over-warming response (ISS Writer of the Year 2019) Voting period: 12-26 January 2020. Result 1 30% (8128) Winner 2 15% (3976) Runner up 3 14% (3866) 4 13% (3615) 5 9% (2363) 6 9% (2324) 7 9% (2303) 8 Other 1% (398) Total votes received: 26,973 from 25,747 voters. Voting host stats: ISS: Congratulations Riyaasharma! 30% of our readers have voted for you as the ‘ISS Writer of the Year 2019’. Your stories have been most liked and read by all readers. Your...
Prologue. ‘Damn writer’s block! Damn it to hell!’ I sat before my lap top in the large dining room waiting for inspiration. There was nothing. A hundred times, or so it seemed, I had begun to tap in words, and then deleted them. ‘Rubbish, all bloody rubbish,’ I silently wailed. ‘I’ll never be able to write another story, ever.’ Chapter 1.The Mountain Hideaway. It had started weeks before, this confounded inability to string two words together in an intelligible manner, sod it. I had...
This past Good Friday I went to see a lady friend of mine who I've not seen for awhile,cause she asked me to come over. She told me that we would be alone all day and there wouldn't be no one to bother us while we were having sex. So I told her to get ready for me to come over and I like to see her in a dress without her panties.Along the way I stopped at the neighborhood store and got our favorite drink,and picked up some Chinese food for us to eat,and the night was all ours.When I got there...
My Father, sister and I have always been alone. Not alone from other people, but alone as a family. My sister MJ, short for Mary-Jane, and I are twins, but not any where near identical. I can't remember anything before I was 4 years old. My father told us about our mother and how she died when giving birth to my sister and I. Dad told us too, our grandparents are from different backgrounds and that's why they didn't recognise us as kin. So my dad has done the best as father and mother,...
There it was again, straight ahead. The mist parted, and the disk of the sun shone wanly through a thin layer of cloud. But that should not be! He was to travel a day’s journey to the north. But here he was, again, veering straight west, as if something, or someone was physically resisting his progress northward. He forced himself to turn to his right, to seek a pathway through the gorse that opposed him, but he could not find a place. The only way that opened itself to him lay to his left,...
I was busy packing for my little trip up to my parents’ holiday cabin, which was a few hours’ drive away from our house. My step-brother, Tyler, would also be coming with me. Our parents wanted us out of the house while they dealt with some legal issues surrounding a client my mother was currently fighting a case for, as they thought it would be easier for everyone. So, as a result, Tyler and I were going to spend a week or so in the woods, alone and yet completely free to do whatever we...
so as i sit here stroking my cock watching this whore deep throat a cock and love gagging on it, tears in her eyes..... makes me think about a time back in highschool....slutty little neighbor girl that i had recently met in highschool... she had been a cheer leader all thru highschool tight body not the prettiest but good enough for a lil fwb that we kept from every one mainly because i was nt gunna tell ppl i was messing with her but any ways.... i loved using this girl ...she came...
Introduction: Who Is SHE Please Read The First Installation Before Starting This One&Scaron, I Caught Mom. Or Did She Catch Me? 2 : Who Is She Whos there? I asked blindly as I was afraid of the imminent consequences for my earlier actions. It sounded very similar to my father, and in that case Id either be on the streets or getting one of his famous Im proud of you speeches. I got neither the former nor latter. It just me Eric I heard a familiar soft girly voice. My dad impersonation is...
Pantyhose Part 5: My next door neighbour was an old man. Even so, the male part of my brain did not want to go to his house dressed as a French Maid. The trouble was my pantyhose was slowly conquering the only part of me that remained male. I was now starting to think of myself as a woman and to think like one. I had already sorted out my wardrobe. My pantyhose had changed into fishnets and suspenders. I looked at myself in the mirror and lifted the right side of my dress until...
Tina walked along the driveway, practically walking on tip-toes in her stilettos, and made her way around the house to the backyard gate. She opened the latch, glanced around and giggled like she was trying to break into her own house. Her skirt lifted and a breeze caressed her ass. She had wondered if her mom would be in the garden but she was nowhere to be found. She crept back to the driveway, waved to Stephanie, and whispered with an exaggerated movement of her lips, ‘The coast is clear.’ ...
Between the wine and the NyQuil, Guy slept soundly all through the night despite Dawn's fierce and constant struggling. He awoke once or twice to pee down her throat, but besides those fleeting moments of wakefulness, his sleep was deep and uninterrupted. He finally awoke late the next morning as Dawn lay still underneath him. Feeling horny, he was about to pound her face when he smelled an odor. Examining her crotch, her diaper was so full of shit that it was oozing out and dribbling down...
Disclaimer: Any person who does not approve of erotic male to male sex or male to boy sex should leave this story now. Any names used have no bear5ing on any person living or dead and any resemblance is strictly coincidental. This story is fiction. Chapter 1. The year is 2026. My name is Brin Suddak. I am an employee of the United Nations war crimes investigation service. I have been working in Central Africa, investigating the slaughter of over 1500 young boys and girls by the ALNA, a new and...
GayLori had finally realized one of her long-time dreams -- having her own exclusive lingerie shop that she could organize and run the way she'd always dreaming about doing. Her shop was located in Coral Gables, Florida and it wasn't what you'd think when you first went inside, but Lori had found that her serious customers really enjoyed the shop when they discovered what she had. Lori was a very sexual and very sensual woman and she'd long thought that if she'd be open and honest about the...
Hi friends! Mera naam chetan hai aur main 25 years ka hun main Gurgaon me ek MNC me media managaer hun na jaane kyu main kisi ladki ki nabhi kamar aur pet ke liye pagal ho jaata hun kisi ladki ki sunder gehri nabhi dekhte hi mera lund ek hot rod ki tereh khada ho jaata hai yahan delhi me aaj kal shaadiyon ya parties me ladies saree pehenti hain aur kabhi kabhi nabhi se niche bhi pleets rakhti hain dekhte hi pagal ho Jaata hun kai baar turant bathroom me jaakar juice nikalna parta hai otherwise...
Ross Hughes was a large man, in the sense that he was overweight. Some would say almost to an obese state. He met and later married Sheila. They both attended Weight Watchers. Ross felt he had found the right woman. They were both overweight and seemed to get along fine. Sheila on the other hand had only married Ross because of his insurance and used it to have Gastro-surgery. After losing her weight, she cheated on Ross. He divorced her and they each went their separate way. Sheila had stated...
Carmen chugged from the can of Coke in her hand and let out a monstrous belch. “URRRRRrrRP!” She bellowed before tossing the empty can over her shoulder. Carmen Thompson was a total tomboy who was known to be quite the delinquent around her town of Bayweather. She had been to juvenile hall once before, and came back even worse behaved than she had previously. She was also quite the bully, which made her very feared within the halls of her high school. She had a total lack of respect for anyone...
FetishMy name is Jamel and I've been a cop for several years now. I've been happily married for most of those. My wife, Nabila, is absolutely gorgeous with brunette hair and brown eyes complementing her curvy body. She works as a dispatcher in my department, which is where we met.The problems started on patrol one night. I received a lookout for a black male, about 6'4" tall and 220 lbs, wearing all black. The black man had just robbed a liquor store only two blocks from me and was last seen running...
Tuesday seemed to be a little bit more back to normal for me. At least it started out that way. I got up, showered, shaved, etc. -- the normal routine. I was still in a bit of pain from the ribs and the stab wound still hurt as well. Overall, I was much better than a week before, but no where near 100 percent. Let's just say that I wasn't ready to go back to the gym with Larry to workout quite yet. Everything was pretty normal for the first few classes except for the fact that more people...