I am a fairly large guy, so moving around in that space was a bit awkward. The basement does not get used that regularly, so when not in use, the hatch is closed and a church piano sits on top. My friend helped me move the piano before he left. The hatch I had left open, mainly because I ran a power cord for a light and also so that people knew that there was someone down there.
I had put up a small barrier around the hatch. I heard people as they moved up in the main hall through footsteps on the wooden floor, more and more as the evening went on. There was this one very loud voice I heard throughout the evening she seemed to be the boss or leader and told people what to do. I needed a chair or a stool; I popped my head out of the hatch and saw an elderly gentleman stood by some chairs, I shouted out but he never heard me, so I got out and fetched the chair myself. That was when I saw the lady with the loud voice, she seemed very authoritative.
I went back down and carried on with my work. She went back up and I carried on with my work. An hour had passed and must have been around half ten, when I had nearly finished and had got my tools together. I also heard people leaving in the main hall. My second trip if you count the one earlier. But it is just a store. We chatted for a bit longer, she came across as a very friendly young girl. Elizabeth went up and I finished off. There were some candles in the basement; I lit one to see after I took out the cable for the light I used.
I went up and there were just a couple of men putting away the chairs, one of them was the one I shouted at for the chair earlier. I unplugged the cable and took it down and brought up some of my tools to put back into my car. She looked very uptight, prim and proper and seemed to be the type of person who liked to be in control.
She led the way, I thought she was just going to wait at the top, but she actually went down. She disappeared down, I followed. The light was very dim which came from one lit candle; I could barely see her face. We passed the old shelves where the candles and other items were kept, I took her to the far end where I had put up the shelves we could hardly walk side by side. She was quite slim but I was almost double her weight and breadth. They will certainly be very useful. We both picked up the rest of my tools and walked to the hatch.
I put what I had down, just barely able to see the floor. I got up and pushed on the hatch door, it moved half an inch and then no more. It was hard to move and it seemed that the piano must have been pushed back on top. If I could not move it, there was no way she could, but even so I let her have a go.
I stepped down and the lady went up. She pushed and again it moved half an inch and no more. Hello, hello. She knocked on the wooden door with her hand. She came back down, she slipped on a run of the step and I put my hand up to steady her. I gave her the lit candle and she disappeared down the narrow basement. All I could see was the dim light of the candle in the distance.
It had stopped then moments later came back towards me. Further down, although it was just as narrow, there were small shelves to the side, where we could place the candles. She agreed and we lit up four more candles and placed them on those shelves. I had thought of the chair I had brought down, it was at the far end, I had to brush up against the lady to get past.
It was tight, no matter how close to the wall I was we still brushed each other, our faces very close, she had closed her eyes and turned her face to the side. I sat next to her by the chair, no room opposite. She looked down, even with the candles we had lit, the light was still quite dim and we just about made out each other.
Heard what? She stood up and took a candle off the shelf, she pushed the chair to one side and bent her knees and lowered herself down to me. I looked back up and looked around her face; she was a pretty lady I would not say beautiful. If she had asked me about her looks then I would have said beautiful to her face. But she was a very good looking attractive woman. She had a small hat on her head, the one I seen a lot of women wear to church and she wore a long dress very broad, it was like an umbrella on the hips, it flared out and a small waistcoat with buttons on the front.
Come on what do you really think? I did not want to just grab and take her hand, so I held out mine to see if she would take it, and she did. She put the candle onto the shelf and placed her hand in mine. I thought I would try and sort of speak her way even if it did sound poppas, I was merely play acting. She giggled, I was happy she saw the funny side of what I did. She sat and I also sat back onto the floor. She got up and took one of the lit candles with her. I stood and cleared away the old ones to make room. She came back and I leant against the wall, she brushed past me, but for some reason it felt like a tighter squeeze, not just that but it felt she brushed past tighter deliberately.
I got a bit aroused, but thought a lady like Tam, a church lady would not even have thought of any such thing. We replaced the candles and I sat back down as did Tam. You may sleep if you would like. We carried on with some more small talk for about another half an hour or so.
During which we established that I had been divorced ten years and had no children and am a landscaper by day. Tam was a school teacher for infants, and was quite religious and carried out a lot of work for the church. I was thinking of a very personal question. You may wish not to answer it. She then asked a question I would never have thought I would ever hear from a lady like her, especially because of the conversations we had just had. I said nothing I kept quiet, I was not sure why Tam asked me those questions and for all intents and purposes we were complete strangers.
You must think of me to be very strange and peculiar. Forget I ever asked. I looked back down and she continued to stroke my head. Are you a big man Matthew? Do you want to…see…look…for yourself and judge? It all went very, very quiet; we could actually hear the wick of all the candles as they burnt away.
Get up! Tam stood and picked up the chair and turned it ninety degrees, so it faced along the narrow basement. She sat back down and her face was then in line with my crotch. With both hands she flattened out her dress from her lap to her knees, she did that two or three times. She placed both hands to the sides of her hat and straightened it. Not sure why she did that as it was held on by a hat pin I was sure.
Did she expect me to take my cock out so that she could look at it, my cock where once it was semi hard, had lost it and was deflated, especially since it may be out for judgement? I took my hands away and Tam brought hers up and undid the zipper. I nodded in silence; it was all so dark and it was difficult to make out certain features, especially on me being so dark skinned. But on Tam the light flickered off the clear white skin of her hands and her fingers were very clear to me.
Just as she was about to reach in, she stopped, I thought she had second thoughts and did not want to go further. She reached around to the side and pulled a candle forward which burnt behind me, to in front of me; she did the same on the other side. She reached in and felt for the opening in my boxers. I felt her warm fingers as they fumbled around then took hold of my cock. She held it tight and pulled on it to pass it out the slit of the boxers. I felt it going hard, it was still limp, but I felt the blood rush and it definitely gained some rigidity.
She pulled it free and let it hang loose; it drooped down and leant slightly to the left. Tam looked at my cock and it got higher and higher, did not reach full hardness but half way there. Tam stared at it as it slowly throbbed and rose. Where on this earth have you been living. I thought she wanted to touch it again, but no, she opened her mouth and her tongue came out and licked the tip.
The foreskin still covered the nob. She brought one hand up and took hold of the shaft and pulled the foreskin back, she peeled it back slowly to reveal my purple cock-head. The blood flowed faster, my cock got harder. She licked it on the bottom and back to the head. She took in my cock and sucked vigorously while she stroked with a tight grip. Each time she took my cock out, the candle light flickered on it. She was very keen, Tam sucked and sucked on my cock for what seemed like ten minutes. She then let it go and with both hands stroked it, she moved the foreskin back and forth, and each time the head was revealed she licked it.
Tam stood up from the chair and faced me, she had a very bright smile and her eyes glowed with a sparkle, the candle light made them look even more intense. You have a child, you have a husband. She took hold of my hips and turned us around, again a tight squeeze and I was then in front of the chair. She still looked into my eyes as she undid my belt and button. I took off my shoes then stepped out of my trousers and boxers.
Tam reached under her long dress and pulled her knickers off. I sat on the chair, while Tam gathered up her dress and came towards me.
Tam took hold of my cock and moved her hips closer and over my cock, she guided me to her holy place. She lowered herself so that my cock-head was about to punch through then let my cock go and placed both her hands on my shoulders. She lowered herself in one movement, straight down, she did not stop.
She was extremely wet, o my god she felt great. To have my cock in a pussy again, it felt totally fantastic. Tam stayed down, she brought her hands up and cupped my face. Her gazed remained locked onto my eyes for minutes. She squeezed her pussy around my cock and it felt really nice. She moved up slowly and back down just as slowly, I placed my hands onto her hips, well her hips were somewhere below all that fabric of her dress. She did not look down for a long time, she just moved up and down in slow movements.
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It seemed somehow very erotic to fuck someone with all their clothes on, particularly a woman like Tam a person of the faith, who seemed to be showing the carnal woman in her. Her head rolled around for ages as she kept her fucking of me. It seemed like I was just a human dildo, she was the one doing all the fucking. Her orgasm subsided and she looked back into my eyes, hers reflected the candle light and they seemed to be a bit bloodshot.
I said nothing, I kept quiet. I felt a bit ashamed, but my cock was on the opposite bench, so to speak. My cock wanted more, my cock wanted to pass on its man making milk to this woman of the church on my aching cock. I am his vessel, I will carry out his work and I will take his punishment. Tam was like a woman possessed, she was so forceful with my cock.
She lifted right off it and came down with all her body weight. I placed my arms around her waist and stood up. I could actually thrust my hips in that position so I was able to fuck her back. Tam wrapped her legs around me and we fucked while she chanted. Forgive this man for he has done no wrong.
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Use him to punish me, punish me hard my lord for I am willing and able. Tam shook and hugged me tighter; she pulled me in harder with her legs. We had stopped for a brief moment to catch our breath. So I dropped to my knees, cock still embedded in Tam, I placed her down and lay on top. Tam grabbed my face and looked back into my eyes. Make my cunt bleed with your anger of my sins.
I pulled out and back in, I moved slowly, but Tam pushed harder and wanted it faster. We began to fuck harder and faster than before. She really thought she was being punished, but what she really enjoyed, loved and could not get enough of was the end result of her penance, her orgasms. We fucked and fucked, tam had wrapped her legs around my back and had dug her heels in and she pulled me in with great force on every stroke. She shook and had a very tight grip around me with her arms and legs. I felt her pussy squelch as she released more of her pussy juices.
She shook for a much longer period that time. I am your willing cunt of a servant my lord. Do with me as you please. Her orgasm subsided and we carried on, holy fuck did we carry on and on and on. We fucked and fucked and fucked. Tam never once kissed me nor I her, it was never a factor in this raw animalistic fuck that Tam had wanted, it was never going to be love even if it happened again, love was never the driver.
We both banged away at each other fast, hard and in a fury. Direct your anger and your judgment into this sinners cunt. I pulled out and back in deep and released again and again. We both lay there as we panted, gasped for air. I wanted to see that sinners pussy and tits. After what seemed like hours, we got up and put our clothes back on, well I did, Tam just had her knickers to put on. We had to light more candles and Tam sat back in the chair, I back on the floor. We were silent; we did not speak or even look at each other.
We must have drifted off to sleep, when I was woken up by some footsteps on the floor above. People were coming in. I wondered where you were this morning. Tam never looked at me at all, she walked away and out. I went back down the hatch to gather my stuff and was in my car ready to drive off.
At fifty years of age, I was married, had two grown up kids, a beautiful home, and a loving husband Ian, who provided for my every wish. Ian, my husband and I had built a successful family construction company, and we had just moved into the international market. This in itself created the problem I now found myself in. He had called Ian, and spoken to him many times and even asked if I, his wife would like to join him, as a sort of holiday whilst He and Ian spent time going over things.
Despite my trepidation initially, we had willingly agreed, and once everything had been sorted for our time away, we set off to the airport. I had to agree that it was exciting to be visiting Detroit, in America, when we arrived; we were not only filled with excitement but also apprehension as to what to expect. We were greeted by a large coloured guy who introduced himself as Trey, informed us that he was our host and contact for this visit. I felt my legs go weak, this guy was extremely good looking, well built and carried himself extremely well, just seeming to ooze sex appeal.
Trey had automatically grabbed my arm as well. He has however offered to take you to see the sights. Is that okay with you guys? Nineteen years of age and an Adonis, his sculpted body greeted us at the door with a smile that would melt even the hardest ice maiden. Once we had been shown our room, I made the excuse I wanted to shower and freshen up, one cold almost freezing shower later I was sat outside in the sun, drinking a chilled wine, watching the three guys cook up a meal on the outside barbeque.
This was the life I thought, thinking of the wet and windy weather we were used to back home. Lying out here on the lounger wearing my white boob tube, along with my shorts. TJ, she had noticed, was wearing a t-shirt now, and his knee length shorts, at times she noticed him giving her long glances. On those occasions she noticed his shorts bulge and the he had to adjust himself.
At fifty she smiled to herself, thinking that as flattering, that the lad would even look at her, far less get aroused. In all the years of marriage I had never once strayed from my marriage to Ian, and frankly I had no wish to do so now. However it was fun to tease the young lad, all the same. I turned and twisted on the lounger allowing my legs to open and close or my breasts to fill out whenever he was looking. Eventually TJ made his excuses and disappeared inside. I grinned to myself, thinking; now I wonder where he is away to.
TJ appeared some time later with clean shorts on and I knew then. The lad had been away releasing his pent up sexual frustration. When he looked over I smiled and gave a knowing nod of my head. The rest of the day was one of sunning myself, as Trey, my Husband and TJ took a ride out to one of the sites.
I was left to myself and I just laid back and let the sun do its work. Every now and then I would rub sun cream in and once or twice I helped myself to another drink from the bottle in the fridge. As the day passed I took a wander throughout the house, we had already had a tour but I wanted to see it by myself.
It was a lovely home, all wood panelling, glass, stainless steel and hardwood flooring. There were six bedrooms, all with en-suite. A huge lounge area, with the biggest TV I had ever seen, a large dining room two bathrooms, huge kitchen with breakfast bar, double garage and a huge basement which is where TJ had his accommodation. The doors had dark tinted one way glass in them, Trey had put it in so no-one could look in from the secluded lower access point and break in without at least wondering if someone was in there. I finished my look around and sat down in the lounge to await the guys returning.
They arrived back not much later and we ate pizza for supper, and spent the evening talking. Before long both Iain and I were all but sleeping so we retired to bed. When I awoke next morning Ian was gone, so was Trey. TJ was outside when I stepped out onto the decking where we had been the day before.
TJ stepped by me and into the kitchen, he poured me a mug from a coffee maker and as I took a sip he placed some scrambled egg, bacon and a toasted bagel in front of me. I ate without speaking; it was good and tasted brilliant. I would like to be filled up too! I stopped eating and realised just what I had said.
Eh shape.. Yes shape! TJ stood there smiling and before I knew it we were kissing deeply. It was like we had been together forever; this young guy had the passion, the skill and the wherewithal to know exactly what I had meant. The kiss broke the tension, and before I knew it I was groaning his name as he expertly kissed his way around my neck, ears and throat.
Moments later I found myself being pushed to my knees. My hands being directed toward the belt holding up his pants. Take it out, play with it, you know you want to! TJ let go of my hands, and instinctively I placed them over the thickening bulge in his pants. Slowly rubbing my way up that thickening pole, I released the belt buckle, opened the button and slowly ever so slowly, slid the zipper down. My breathing was shallow, I was almost panting as I placed my hand inside his pants and took hold of his young cock.
I pulled his shorts down and my eyes must have flew open and stuck out as if on stalks. Without so much as a second thought, I forgot all about my marriage, my husband, my way of life, I had to have that cock. I began to stroke the shaft with both hands; even sat one on top of the other, there was at least another hand and a half sticking above my second hand.
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I withdrew my right hand, continuing to stroke that glorious shaft with my left. My right hand dipped under his ball sac and began to play with his balls. Tj leaned forward, pulled my top off to reveal my tits, nipples hard and stiff almost willing him to suckle on them. The head was bright purple, and roughly the size of a tangerine.
The drop grew bigger until it started to slide down over the edge and onto his shaft. Without thinking I leaned forward and licked the droplet up. I need not have worried as it began to flow, harder than my husband actually cums. I fastened my lips around the head, and started to suck like mad, feasting on the free flowing pre-cum, like a right little slut.
As I sucked and slurped all over that cock, it seemed to thicken and get harder as I did so. I sucked and sucked like my life depended on it , almost trying to suck the life out of that monster of a cock. I continued sucking his cock desperate to please this young man, I wanted, no needed him to be pleased with what I was doing. TJ had a hold of my head and was shoving more and more of that cock into my mouth, it was in so far it was banging the back of my throat making me gag. I had no idea why but I wanted his cock right down my throat, I wanted to swallow every last inch of it.
My mouth was so full of his cock. Not twenty minutes ago I was a prim and proper wife, member of the community and a distinguished business woman in my own right. Now here I was on my knees blowing a black youth half my age and desperate for him to fuck the living daylights out of me, whatever the cost.
So yes I was feeling one hundred per cent slut. I used one hand to play with his balls again, rolling them in my hand, loving the way the felt, how heavy they were and the way the swung as he forced it down my throat on every forward thrust. After some time my nose was pressed against his groin, and his balls rested against my chin. I did have a fleeting thought of what Ian would say, if he could have seen me like this. Down on my knees with a huge black cock in my mouth not fighting against it but encouraging its owner to even greater efforts.
Slut, Whore, slapper were a few that crossed my mind. TJ, pulled his cock out of my mouth, and I started licking the underside and sides of that sticky saliva and pre-cum coated shaft. I was astonished that I had taken that monster down my throat. I lifted that thick shaft out of the way and started sucking on his balls as if I had been doing it for years, it was as if something dark and sinister had been awakened in me.
I took one of his balls in my mouth, nibbled on it, continued to stroke the shaft with one hand and looked up at his face to see his look of pleasure written across it. Whilst my nostrils were nearest his balls, I could smell the musky manly smell of his crotch. Inhaling deeply it was like an aphrodisiac to me, my pussy was, I knew absolutely dripping as I enjoyed every minute of this adulterous act. I returned my mouth to the knob end, and began sliding it in and out of my mouth as deep as I could whilst administering as much suction as I could.
I felt his hands on the back of my head and knew I was about to be face fucked, he soon had his cock pumping in and out of my mouth at high speed. In and out faster and faster it went, banging against my throat, filling my mouth, like a pneumatic drill pumping into me. I was hoping there was more to come, I needed cock inside my aching cunt, and it felt as if it was on fire.
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I knew before I even took my knickers off my cunt would be running juice, as my pants had a large damp stain on them. With cock! His hands soon had my shorts, underwear and top removed leaving me also completely naked. He pushed me up onto the bar, so my legs were hanging over the sides. I had to lie back to be comfortable, and as I did I felt his hands pull my legs apart revealing my clean shaved cunt to him. I loved being eaten out and Ian, my husband was good at that, but this boy was fuckin amazing. He seemed to know exactly where to go, how long to do it for and where to exert more pressure or less, he was simply masterful.
God did that fucker ever eat me, he ate me like I had never experienced in my life. He teased, nibbled and sucked on my sensitive clit, till I was Cumming and Cumming, over and over again and again. I was lost in seventh heaven as wave after wave of pleasure rippled through me. I felt my body go limp and almost passed out. Never before had I had such an orgasm as that young stud gave me, me a fifty year old woman and him a nineteen year old boy, come man. If I thought it was the end I was sadly mistaken, TJ lifted me off the bar, wrapping my legs around his waist, I could feel his cock banging against my tender pussy.
All he did was grin at me, and walked over to the sofa where he placed me over the back of it. I felt his hands adjust my legs and then I felt his legs position himself in between my legs. My little slut you ready for a black cocking? With that TJ began rubbing his cock all over my dripping snatch. Over the next few minutes TJ gave me it all right, every last fucking inch. I could feel him banging against then forcing open my cervix until I had that monster cock inside me, and his balls slapped against the top of my cunt on every in stroke.
I was being fucked harder and harder, again like of which I had never ever had in my whole life. TJ, had sweat dripping from his brow, his body glistened with sweat as well. TJ grabbed my hips and held on firmly as he fucked the living daylights out of me. I knew he was right I would need to keep Ian away for a while until my aching pussy returned to its normal proportions, after this big cock had abused, used and ravaged it.
I felt TJ adjust my position slightly, which seemed to add to the penetration he was getting, and the pleasure I was receiving. He began hammering my pussy so fucking hard the sofa was moving across the floor. I was crying out in both pain and pleasure as TJ pleasured his slut wife with his huge pussy pleaser.
My head was laid on the sofa my arms flopping around uselessly and my legs were like jelly as he fucked me senseless. I could only moan in the affirmative. By now I was well gone, I had cum so many times I had lost count, they seemed to be never-ending, every thrust into my ravaged cunt, set another one off. Then Tj thrust extra hard, held himself deep inside my womb and emptied his ball into me.
Fill me up baby, fill me up! I had started to cum as TJ shot his load into me, then he started to fuck me again, it took me right over the edge, I was screaming like a stuck pig. The pleasure that was flowing through me was nothing I had experienced before. Here was totally different, TJ was taking me to places I had never even imagined. I soared into my state of pleasure, arousal and ecstasy. In life that we have plans, dreams, ambitions, and goals. Some of us get married, start new careers, families, and develop new friendships. I have fulfilled most of my goals, but maybe not all of my dreams or fantasies…in no particular order.
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I decided to go online due to boredom and enter a chat room. I have to admit, I was in a chat room that was designed for older adults, but hey, I am old enough. For some particular reason, I clicked on his screen name and read his profile. To my surprise, he had a picture to view. I clicked on the link, and boy was I surprised! This man was absolutely gorgeous! He has short brown hair I love dark haired men , nice physique, and a killer smile. I am in the Generation X category, so anything goes. Race has never been an issue for me…ever.
I have always been attracted to white men, although I have never made love to one. I saw him exit the chat room, but I followed him and decided to send him an instant message. We chatted online for hours! He was from California, and was a very successful software engineer for a large Engineering firm in San Francisco. Of course being online, anyone can lie, and make up whatever they wish about themselves, but I truly believed this man.
He told me his name was Mark, and I told him my name was Kelly. With me being a married Christian woman, I knew this was a sin to even be chatting online with him, even having explicit conversations with him as well. I was feeling so guilty about talking with him, but I could not control myself.
He had dated a few black women, but never in a serious relationship or sexual. We were in the same situation seemingly, but I was married, and he was not. I asked him his age, and he told me he was I love older men. Always have. Over the next couple of weeks, we talked online as often as we could. But something deep inside of me yearned for him. It could have been the fact that he was an attractive older white man, and my number one fantasy was to see what it was like to make love to one.
Each conversation that we had was better than the last. Our main topic was not sex all the time, but we talked about worldly issues as well. One particular night, close to the holiday season, Mark and I were up for our usual late night online chat. This particular evening changed everything. Mark and I were discussing the possibility of meeting someday. We can just be friends you know? But every time I thought of this man, he made me wet just thinking about him.
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Writing for years as a means of expression of philosophical views, only recently deciding to post to ASSTR to preserve the work and encourage alternate thinking to puritanical ideas. Story cateogires: bb bg,Mb,Mg,bF; Some intergernerational, pedo, incest, but no sadism, bondage or brutality. I am a 30 something mechanic who loves writing erotic stories and have been since a very young age.
Story Codes: Mg, Mf, mg, Mb, ff, gg 1st. Oral, Anal. I'm just a girl that is a little shy in person and am able to express myself or share my experiances and fantasies by writing about them. I am a professional writer in the technical field, but in my spare time I also like writing erotic stories. I freely admit that I am a paedophile, but in the true sense of that word. The media, and others, would have you believe that a paedophile is a torturing, raping, murdering monster.
I am none of those. I fantasize and dream about pre-teen children, but that is as far as it goes. I believe that sexual awakening generally starts at the ages of about 7 or 8 and, if we could be more open about that and channel it wholesomely and lovingly, especially withing loving families, the world would probably be a much better place. I'm a something female who loves to write. I write mainly romantic stories, but may have a few that are more pure sex.
I love feedback. Let me know what you think! Story categories: Mainly adult, romantic relationships between one man and one woman. Arachnophile is a writer living and working in North America. The writer's work ranges from romance to explicit hardcore sexuality. The genres, to date, in which the author works are: - adult erotica - lesbian romance All feedback is welcome. Writers need readers. Like lesbian stories. I consider myself bisexual but my preference is women. Story categories: lesbian fetish. I'm just starting, and plan on stories with many different themes.
This first story is about the relationship between a man and a boy. Expect more of the same. Story categories: I like interracial stories and pedo stories, and always both those together so that's what I write. Total newbie at writing fiction. I enjoy reading erotic fiction and decided to write some because, hey, then at least people read it.
Although I don't think I'm an overly extreme writer, my stories are mostly aimed a mature audience and it helps if you have a strong stomach sometimes. I'm into various categories which include but are not limited to Bestiality, Interracial, Mind Control, Lesbianism. The main two would be Mind Control and Lesbianism.
Story categories: mind control, sci-fi, lesbianism, bestiality, romance, interracial, bisexual, violence, non-consensual. Thanks for dropping by, I am male age 40, from Ottawa. Please feel free to contact me in regards to my stories, or just to say hello, email is always welcomed. I have been thinking about writing erotic stories for a while. Just recently I had the time to start wrining and would like to share with others. Story cateogires: Inc, MF. American born Arika Lee spent her youth on the island of Malta.
Prior to taking up writing, Ms. Lee owned a watercolour gallery and and was active in the art world. Arika Lee creates the covers and illustrations for her work. The author now divides her time between homes in Massachussetts and Puerto Rico. Anonymously moving form site to site as a cyber nomad, Arinyes Cant'ari serves as a net name and aspiring author's pseudonym.
Using writing as a healthier outlet for dealing with pent up frustrations, the stories written need not necessarily be a reflection of the real issues. That some works may come to be regarded as disturbing, it is this author's opinion that real life can be many times more disturbing than one's inner fantasies.
If anything, this author considers it healthier to admit to having certain fantasies, than suppressing them and act on them in a spur of the moment. I moved my stories here from arlin's kender korner for teck reasons I am a 60 something white male, I want the dems out of my pocket book and the repbus out of my wallet. I know I am a sick bastard I have been told that by cops and judges so join the line. If you do not like what I write do not open the fucking file. Arrowchild is the name of the author's character in a series of mediaeval roleplaying games once played in a circle of teenaged girls in Noosa, Australia.
The character was a year-old orphan waif who dresses like a boy to avoid detection in 12th-century England. It now represents a collection of TRUE stories from the author's own private journal taking place during her early experience as a teenaged exchange student and au pair in America during and Story categories: Private journal. I do have preferences for themes involving wife swapping, incest, teen sexual discovery, nudity, gang bangs, heterosexual, bisexual, and when appropriate, gratuitous homosexual situations. I have always indulged in fantasies that I prefer to include a hint of realism I started writing sex stories to indulge my own fantasies, as little of what I read had for me just the right balance between fantasy and reality, and good character development.
After a while, I began posting them to alt. My primary fantasies revolve around girls or women from fairly repressed backgrounds who, perhaps reluctantly at first, but with increasing enthusiasm become insatiable sluts, needing multiple partners and enjoying gang bangs. I abhor any substantial violence. The sex is essentially only heterosexual, although sometimes in a group setting, and very occasionally including a mild dose of FF where seeming to be required by the story.
Within the background of these primary themes, I indulge my various other fantasies related to exhibitionism, voyeurism, pregnancy, incest and water-sports. Born London. Enjoy writing for its own sake. My stories do not always contain actual spankings. I am interested in the psychology of punishment so what I write will not appeal to all those who may have an interest in the subject. Also have written several schoolboy stories as I am obsessed with the cane and caning.
I am intending at some point to write some experimental non spanking fiction. Arthur Kay's Lurid Library My stories are of an eclectic mix, where you can usually count on hot sex wrapped in humor and driven by oddball characters. I've polished all these stories to the finest gloss I can give them.
And I try very hard to reach the prurient level, so people can have something hot to read while they masturbate, and, when finished, can get back to an interesting plot. Now don't get me wrong. It's not all sex, sex, sex. I try to make my characters fully-drawn, and drawn fully into situations that display their human frailties along with their sexual passions.
And, in my sex stories, no one gets killed almost , maimed, or even beaten, but threats do hover in the air at times. So, get reading! I think you'll like what you see in Arthur Kay's Lurid Library. Arthur Kay's Lurid Library. I'm a student of International Relations in California. I look forward to getting some kind of response to my writing.
Story categories: seduction, humiliation, helplessness.
I write on a variety of topics, and all of my stories are about young women or teenaged girls. My heroines generally get themselves into wild erotic situations either of their own devising or by outrageous accident. By far my most popular series is Julie's Wild Week, so that's probably a good one to start with if you're unfamiliar with my work. I love to get feedback, so if you've enjoyed my stories, please let me know. Happy reading! My name's Arthur, I'm a young student from France , Earth.
My English can be unskillful I guess, but don't worry I'm writing in french! I started erotic writing when I was 15 and I deal with lots of subjects; You'll always find in my stories pedophilia, spelling mistakes and anal; scat appears often too. Sometimes there are horrible rape, sometimes cute romanticism. It can even contain zoophilia, and even even all of it at the same time!
Yet, there is some subjects in which I don't find any pleasure to read or write as hard-torture and death spanking is ok because spanking though and male homosexuality however two cute little girls having the time of their life is okay. About me, I'm a 18 years old, studying literature in France, my native country. I like seeing and making people happy, video games and ice cream especially chocolate, lemon and strawberry. I don't think there is a lot more to say about me, I hope people will read me, I love being read, don't hesitate to send feedback, even if you only say "wow datz umazin' i cum all over my keybord!!!
I live in the heart of Silicon Valley but travel a good bit. I write for a living, and when I get home I write to live. If all you're looking for is in-out, in-out, in-out, my stories probably aren't for you. But, give them a try anyway. I invite your comments and suggestions. Namaste, artie. Hi, I am a 19 year old College student. I have always loved erotic stories and have just recently decided to write some myself.
I have always been good at telling stories and even better at turning people on with them. I just figured it was time to put some of them down to paper. Story categories: I write stories based off my own personal fantasies. Ich freue mich, dass ihr meine Geschichten lest! Trotzdem bin ich kein Profi-Autor, was man sicherlich an meinen Geschichten merkt. Ich hoffe, dass ich in dieser Hinsicht mit der Zeit besser werde. Story categories: ped inc cons ws bg bf gg ff fg mg mf voy blackmail nc Story language: german. I write fan fiction about Lord of the Rings, but none of it is the slash that seems to be most of what is out there.
Thanks for reading this. I don't consider myself a writer much less a good one but I enjoy penning the occasional short story. The erotic fiction I write typically favors topics such as voyeurism, cuckolding, cheating, or interracial liaisons. It will usually involve a leading lady who is conservative, perhaps a bit shy, and who in any case is not accustomed to these more sordid types of encounters.
Generally speaking anything uploaded here is not meant to be a completely finished product as I probably don't proofread as many times as I should. Nonetheless I hope one or more of my stories are well received. I also have to add that I'm troubled by the number of stories that feature pedophilia at asstr.
I've probably got way too much time on my hands if I have the spare time to write sex stories. But I'm such a great guy that I do it anyway. I'm a writer of short fiction. I often use the first person point of view and try to craft a story with erotic elements that seem plausible. Writers write and I do so because I must. I've always been a story teller and I hope that my stories are enjoyed by others but I understand that it is impossible to please everyone.
I am interested in feedback. Story cateogires: mF, mf, Mf, bg, bF, Mg, inc, cons. Ash Hardric's stories are about gay males, frequently young ones, and often feature wildly improbable scenarios that are only possible in, well, stories. Story categories: Gay male. This sissy is deeply affected by the many glorious writers of erotica who display their works on this site. I am but a humble storyteller compared to them. The work must be archived, nevertheless. Story categories: tv, tg, humil.
My stories are based on a mixture of real life events and personal fantasies. Most of them tend to be long with romantic elements. They are generally appreciated more by people looking for a long, sensual story, as opposed to a quick read. Story categories: A variety of stories ranging from autobiographical to complete fantasy, mostly featuring characters in their twenties. I'm a lawyer and a published fiction novelist. I have always loved some of these more hardcore sexual stories, and I'm finally using my spare time to write a bit.
I'm what you would call an ass conniosseur. Anything related to the ass, is what I'm about. There is usually a psychological element to my stories. Story categories: Spanking, anal, humiliation, scat. I'm a mature woman with a very dark fantasie. Since I'm limited in using the enire possibilities of the englich language I write my stories in german only. Story cateogires: snuff hanging sweet sentimental semicons german language. I'm a long-time reader but a new contributor. I don't often have the time to write but I'll try to add new stories whenever I can.
I enjoy realistic situations that are very believable. Most of my stories will involve teen girl s in situations beyond their control. I like to explore the innocence and naivety of girls having their first sexual experience. I also enjoy adaptations from tv shows, films, plays etc. Anything that takes my fancy really. I'm open to requests if the idea interests me.
Story cateogires: Mf, MMf, ff, f-solo, non-con? A recent college graduate, I've found time to do the things I've been meaning to do for a long time. Catching up on books, movies, and finally getting started on writing erotica are the three main things I've been occupying myself with these past few weeks.
So many stories to tell, and so little time.
The first story up, "The Apartment", is something I came up with over the course of a couple of evenings. It's a standalone, and I'm currently working on longer, deeper, and more connected stories with a larger cast of characters. Stay tuned I like most music and almost everyone, except people older than me.
Attica writes about erotic dying and death, typically with an ageplay flavor. Story cateogires: M, f, g, nec, nc, rape, viol, snuff. All around us in our daily lives are erotic stimulations if we can only recognize them. I write about the events that spiral out from them. Are they real events or fantasies? Who knows. Over time it has all become a gray area of would have, could have, should have.
Maybe one day it will all come true I am a perfectly average woman of I have a family, a profession, and a desire to write about the things that arouse me. I hope you enjoy what I post. G'day guys, my name is Dave, I'm a 20's bisexual Aussie guy. I love speedos and I love sex with more than one person at a time.
I hope you enjoy my submissions. Feel free to check out my blog at AussieSpeedoGuy.
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Writer of mature Asian sex and catfights mainly vietnamese Filipina with some japanese and chinese. Ritual dominance of the loser by the victor. New author as of If you think your feedback would help me be a better writer, please contact me at the e-mail address found at the top of my stories. I have been wanting to join ASSTR for a long time to share some of my stories but didn't get the nerve to do it until now. Most of my stories fall in the dark realm of fantasy and horror. Because of the fantasy and horror subject matter, most of the stories also fall under the NC category.
I hope you'll like these stories as much as I have enjoyed writing them. I am a middle-aged amateur writer, happily married, empty-nester. I believe that there is drama in the lives of everyday people and telling the story is what I try to do. Story categories: Experiences of my swinging experiences with my wife. Story cateogires: mf pedo. Story categories: Wife stories, gangbangs, orgies, acting out fantasies, first time experiences.
The nature of Axelotl is irrepressible! Story cateogires: sci-fi, nc, rape, viol. I'm in my early 20s, female, and looking to flex my writing muscles and explore topics that I can't on other sites. Some stories are fan fiction involving real people, others are not. Story cateogires: Fan fiction, MM, Mm, celeb, humil, reluc, span. After years of reading stories here, I decided to try my hand at writing erotic fiction.
It may not be the usual quickie type material that a lot of people like, but I hope those of you who do read it enjoy. Story categories: MF romance. I write about whatever sounds different and intrigueing to me. Giantess, shrinking man, and transformation into objects owned by women are some of my subjects. I appreciate feedback as it helps me improve my writing.
I grew up in the UK, and migrated in my early thirties to New Zealand, which explains the British spelling in most of my stories. I may branch out into other areas, but they won't include my personal squick of pedophilia, nor will I deal with violent rape, snuff or other excessive violence - I like all my characters to get SOME enjoyment out of what they do together. I write professionally, mostly educational material, but fiction is my relaxation. I hold a senior position in investment banking and travel extensively internationally.
I am very fit and have a passion for horse riding my cute butt cleavage looks so sexy in jodhpurs! I have a high sex drive and enjoy cyber sex and safe-sex physical relationships with an expert lover. My erotic literature involves females. Although bi-sexual, I have typically tended to a preference for females in my writing and personal sex life. My narrative is subtle, suggestive, intimate and respectful of the pleasure that can be derived from consensual exploration of the delights the body provides in sexual gratification.
My characters are usually of high socio-economic status. I often sniff my own used intimate wear whilst masturbating and using sex aids. My inspiration is Samantha Cornell, who has a wealth of literary work congruent with my own tastes and desires, and I ascribe full credit to Samantha for the influence she has had on my stories. Love Babette. Story categories: Kinky sex between females, ass worship, pantie fetish, sniffing used intimate wear, sex aids.
Found ASSTR after the other site I was using started censoring which stories they wanted to post due to content of the stories. I am in my mid thirties, male, and am a network administrator. I recently have become married. However, I still enjoy writing stories. That's why I'm here. I'm a young lesbian with a long list of kinks and a dabbling interest in writing.
My favorite fetish is panty pooping and most of my works will incorporate it in some way, but I'm into other stuff too. My other hobbies include video games, anime, and cooking and I live with my beautiful wife. I don't have much written now, but I hope to eventually build up a decent sized library of stories covering many things. Story categories: FF, MF, scat, ws, mc, exhib, tentacles, dom.
Been away for a while, but I'm returning - slowly but surely. I've added a couple of chapters from a new series. I'll re-upload some old things eventually Hi I am 48 and single and I write stories dealing with children having sex with adults and anamals. As of this day Jan 27 I am new here and have yet to explore all that is offered. I will try to keep you all updated as I grow here. Please be patient with me as I figer out how to do this. Lady Poetess started watching gay adult films because she was tired of gaping at the out-of-shape and generally butt-ugly male actors in straight adult films.
That started her on a dark road to writing gay stories to indulge her love for dark, dangerous, and handsome men. While she wouldn't consider her stories real-person slash, she finds it darkly enjoyable to exorcise her infatuations on handsome men by creating entirely new personalities and stories around their image. Bad Boy Porn is her brainchild. When she is not living a triple life as a quasi-respectable webmistress of a popular not-too-dirty website and a timid woman trying to beat the rat race in real life, she has at the last count 42 imaginary boyfriends and a fantasy luxurious mansion in St Tropez.
Sometimes those preteens are just too hard to resist Story categories: ped, rape. Just a normal guy with a few abnormal fantasies : Story cateogires: mf, mfgb, mmffggbb, con, drug. Story cateogires: teen;preteen;incest;romance. And by interracial, I DO mean the complete rainbow. However, all of my stories have hot and heavy action. All races jump each other's bones and enjoy doing it again and again. Everyone is a willing and eager participant in my stories. The stories are taken from a combination of real life experiences and some fantasies. A little about myself, I'm in my mid 20s.
I've been reading and writing sex stories for a while, mostly for myself and some appreciative female fans. Now, they've urged me to come out and publish some of my work. I am in a wife led vanilla marriage but enjoy perverted fantasizes Story categories: cuckolding. I try to be somewhat diverse in my stories and the backgrounds of my stories. I try to be irreverent and put humor into the stories.
I hope you enjoy something here. See the index file for information on the stories. Ball Four. I am women, who want to share her adventures with other people. I am opened to contact people with the same disposition. Enjoy me stories and let me know, how you liked them. Story cateogires: bestiality stories. I'm banshee I'm a dom but I really like my lowercase name :- , I mention this because it's caused me trouble in the past If you don't have a public key, still email me. All my work is in the Public Domain, but I request that you attribute and inform me of derivatives request, not require, it's legally in the Public Domain.
Story categories: Mind control, scifi, bdsm, teen, cons. I'm bi female who's 20 something who lives on the East Coast somewhere I enjoy erotic stories, and I especially love to write them. These are all my personal fantasies and hopefully I can make them all come true. I write mostly from personal experiences. Stories are from my childhood to early adult years. My name is Petra. I am a lesbian. My stories are based on my own sexual life and adventures.
Since I am not native English any help from enthusiastic proof-readers are welcome. Play a dirty version of Stoplight. Make your partner start far away from you and ask them questions about yourself. Challenge each other to send each other a song by the end of the day that describes what you want to do to the other person later.
When you get together, act out both songs. Time it and see who can hold out the longest. Play an adult version of spin the bottle by placing different items in a circle whipped cream, sex toys, a blindfold, an ice cube, chocolate sauce, etc and spinning the bottle. Wherever the bottle points, you have to use that item on your partner. Get a long distance vibrator and play a dirty guessing game over the phone while one of you is out of town. Correct answers get rewarded with a zap. Order each other a sex toy that you think the other person would enjoy. Print out this list and place all the options in a jar.
Pull one out once a week and make a promise to play whatever it is. Want to hear it directly from the couples themselves? Here are 30 couples describing all their favorite and completely naughty sex games. He tries to do sexy talk in a Kermit voice. My girlfriend and I live on the first floor of a two story building with four residences and our bedroom window is about waist level with cars and pedestrian passer-byes.
It started the morning after the first time we had sex. I like to wrap her in bubble wrap, and then strike down with my penis with enough force to pop the bubbles. Really turns us both on. This became an ongoing thing. The roommates at the time would be like, WTF are you guys doing in there?? We called it The Gavel. An ex of mine broke her spine when she was a teenager. Luckily she had full movement but had a side effect. On her lower back right where back dimples go above her butt was really sensitive and would tingle a lot.
If you rubbed that spot she would go insane. Get wet, moan, the works. She said after the back break it formed a line from that spot on her back to her clit and would tingle like mad. She said when she was younger she would masturbate rubbing that spot. When she did that I knew it was serious. She copied the nature channel during our first hook up and it stuck. The Penguin! Me and my ex went to an aquarium and saw the penguin exhibit. Well, that day the penguins were just fucking away and we saw that they initiated it by the male walking up behind the female and hitting her with his flippers until she laid down.
It was hilarious. After that I would occasionally walk up behind my ex and pretend I was hitting her with flippers as a joking sign I wanted sexy times. I then walk over and hand them to her. Instantly she cracks a smile. I give her a number of tries based on how much I fucked up. She always ends up laughing. She usually misses. But it always makes her feel better. You go have sex until the timer goes off then go eat. We were doggy style so she had no fucking clue.
Afterwards we re watched it and when it happened we both just lost it. He answers one flex for yes and two flexes for no. His dick and I are besties. My wife likes me to get glazed doughnuts and watch me eat some of them while sucking my dick. We have also played ring toss with them, which started as a joke but then she discovered that an icing flavored dick was pretty amazing and it just turned her on even more. So she would rub it on my dick or take a bite of the doughnut and then continue the bj.
Dunno why it turns her on so much but doughnuts and an amazing bj at the same time is pretty much a win-win for me. My old SO and I would get dinner, some sort of alcohol preferably a few bottles of shitty champagne or tequila , smoke copious amounts of weed, then head to bed. Then shed take my watch off and put the oversized watch on her wrist, and set the timer. Depending on how bad I had bugged her, the time would range from minutes.
During that time, I was not allowed to move or touch her back, she could do whatever she wanted. It was the sexiest torture imaginable. Not my wife but I used to have a girlfriend that had an odd habit that I enjoyed. When wed watch a movie in my apartment she liked to lay her head in my lap and keep my dick in her mouth. Even if we just had sex.
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