Stories To Make Me Horny
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Stories To Make Me Horny
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*Names have been changed to protect the not-so innocent.
Some have ended in pure pleasure, others in absolute tragedy.
But one thing’s for sure: if you don’t have an outrageously decadent sex story to tell, you haven’t lived.
So drop those pants and get on it (literally) – stat! Here’s some inspo, in case you need it…
“Me and the boys were at a bar, and there was a group of cougars at the next table. The boys bet me I wouldn’t hit on the hottest one, so I did. She ended up taking me back to her place and, damn, she knew what she was doing. She got on top and used her legs to pump my cock. It was so hot that I blew after a few minutes, but I ate her out to say thanks.” – Jacob, 19
“It’s midday, and I’m still lying in bed, blissful with the delicious warm load Eric left inside me before he kissed me goodbye to head to work. It’s been six months since we first met at a hole-in-the-wall bar in the city, and flirted over cheap wine. And yet, it feels like we’ve known each other forever.
Eric is the kind of man I’ve always fantasized about being with; tall, with broad shoulders and a robust, muscular body – the kind you get from laboring all day as a builder. His work uniform – a bright orange safety shirt, oil-stained khaki pants, and dirty work boots – always turns me on when he shrugs himself into it in the early hours of the morning. As someone who works with his hands all day, lifting piles of bricks and slathering cement in sidewalks, he knows how to use them well. His strong, rough fingers know their way around my body like no one else has ever known it before. Just thinking of the way he uses them to explore my deepest desires makes me long urgently for him.
Suddenly I’m tracing my fingers down my body as I lie in bed alone. They roam between my round, perky B-cup breasts and then down over my navel, and finally, into the pulsating, wet ache between my legs. My clitoris engorges with blood quickly as I replay the morning’s lovemaking session in my head, edging myself close to orgasm quickly. I reach for the pillow Eric slept on last night, still studded with his earthy cologne, and prop it under my butt, then grab the slender vibrator in my bedside drawer, and plunge it into me, arching my back as it hits my G-spot, and brings me to a powerful, whole-body climax.”
I’m not usually this horny, but something about being with Eric inspires a near-constant hunger in me. I can’t wait to see him again tonight. He’s taking me out for dinner at an expensive candlelit restaurant in the city, to celebrate our six-month anniversary. It was his idea. Eric had even surprised me with a red dress to wear.
The dress had arrived in a pristine white gift box, adorned with a large red ribbon, tied in a delicate bow, with a silver envelope tucked under it. I’d excitedly opened the envelope to find a card inside, that read:
“Wear this with nothing underneath tomorrow night. I have a surprise for you.”
Again, I’d felt that conflicting prickle of indignation at his ordering me around, juxtaposed with an unmistakable throb of desire, and hunger for what lie ahead…”
“I’m a producer at Fox Sports. While I was making a coffee in the kitchen, a deep voice came from behind: “Know where I can get some sugar?” I turned around, noticed it was my fave NFL player, and said: “Right here, right now.” It was like a scene out of a porno, and so unlike me! He raised one eyebrow, lifted me onto the counter and kissed me intently. I hopped down, put my hand down his pants and dragged him to the ladies’ toilets (I was the only one on that night). We dropped our pants, then he lifted me up with his insanely muscly arms and fucked me hard.” – Sarah*, 29
“There’s a bar near me where only wealthy men hang out. Often, when I’m feeling a bit down, I’ll dress up in my best dress, do my nails, hair and makeup, and go down there. I’m always approached by at least one man, we leave together and fuck wherever they want. Then, when they’re done, they leave me with a large sum of cash; they think I’m a prostitute and, actually, I love the thought of getting paid to get my rocks off.” – Bree, 34
“I found out my husband was cheating on me , so when he came home, I made sure I was in the kitchen holding a knife. It made me feel strong. Then I confronted him about it and he came clean. I don’t know if it was his honesty or the fact another woman found him attractive, but the next thing I knew, I’d dropped the knife, jumped into his arms and was riding him on the kitchen tiles. I filed for divorce the next day.” – Bridget, 31
“My man and I have been married for almost 10 years, and we have two kids. One night, we decided to drop them off at their grandparents’ place, get seriously drunk and live like we were 18 again. We ended up fucking on a mini-golf course. I left with scratches on my back from the fake grass, but it was totally worth it!” – Michelle, 34
“I’m a simple girl. The hottest sex I ever have is when I keep my panties on and the guy pushes them aside to fuck me. It makes me feel so naughty!” – Maddy, 27
“I’m a nurse, and I felt really bad for this patient of mine. He’d been in for a long time, but nobody had visited him; he kept a photo of his late wife nearby. So I pushed for him to be moved to another room, so it wouldn’t be hard on him when other patients got visitors. Then when I was on night shift, I would sneak into his room, hop on top of him and fuck him in the dark. Yes, he knew it was me. No, nobody found out. Why was it anybody’s business, anyway? We were two consenting adults.” – Jane*, 32
“On a red-eye flight to Los Angeles, my boyfriend and I were given the chance to have a row of three seats to ourselves – everybody was; the flight wasn’t even half booked! He wanted to sit at his own three seats, but I’m not a good flyer, so I begged him to stay with me. To make it worth his while, I asked the stewardess for another blanket and made my man fuck me from behind. Once cabin service is finished, barely anybody walks through the plane, so we weren’t making anyone uncomfortable. And don’t worry, we kept the blankets.” – Steph, 28
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November 6th 2014
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Whether I’m writing about joining the mile high club , attending a “kissing party” , or the joy that comes with not caring about pubic hair , I often address my sex life directly. Sometimes, I even dispense unsolicited advice based on personal experiences on matters such as staying faithful , and which awkward scenarios couples should expect to face in the sack .
For this roundup of sensual stories, however, I cast a wide net. What I discovered is that everyone seems to have a saucy tale worth sharing. Below are the top 5 anecdotes of the lot, which are sure to leave you flesh thirsty. (Each story has been edited for clarity.)
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“My tits were pressed up against the glass of our hotel’s sliding door, the one that led out to the balcony. Even though we were technically inside, I could see strangers bustling around in the hotel rooms directly across the street. I hoped they would glance over, see my lips part as the moans slid out, see my nipples harden against the glass, see my boyfriend’s hands rubbing over my clit, back and fourth, back and fourth, until I orgasmed against his thick cock.”
“I’d been daydreaming about fucking him for months, and we were finally alone, our shoulders pressed together as we sat on his living room couch. He rested a hand on my thigh, a little too close to my pussy, pulsing with excitement. Then he inched his head closer until his lips were flush against mine. And, in a flash, his hands were lifting off my shirt. His lips were skating over my breasts. His dick was sliding into me. And it all felt right , because he’d been waiting for this as long as I had.”
“I was straddling him, my nails digging into his six pack, but my lips were pressed up against her lips. I’d never kissed a girl before, but as I felt her tongue swirl against mine, I had no idea why I’d waited so long. She reached down to play with my clit as I continued bouncing on his cock, so it wasn’t long until I let out a long moan that was followed by the most intense orgasm I’d ever experienced. And then we swapped positions and started again.”
“We were in the honeymoon suite, laughter on our lips with our wedding still fresh in our minds. With gentle hands, he removed the veil I’d insisted on wearing during the limo ride over. The limo ride full of foreplay, with his fingers sneaking under my dress to play with my clit as his lips ensnared my neck. And now that we were safely in bed, he whispered that he loved me, that he would never leave me until the day that he died, and then he slid a strand of hair behind my ear as he pushed himself into me.”
“My face was smashed against the pillow as he fucked me from behind. I turned my head to the side, eyes glancing upward, so I could see my ass reflected in the mirror on the ceiling. I watched his thick hands grab my waist and dig in hard, his cock thrust in and out of my pussy as fast as his thighs would allow, his head tilt up in immeasurable pleasure. And as I watched, I reached down and played with my clit until I came as hard as he did.”
“He sat behind me with his legs spread, so I could sit in the center of them. After leaving a few kisses against my neck, he lifted my shirt over my head, unclasped my bra, and started massaging. His hands squeezed my shoulders, and then moved down to work on my lower back. After twenty minutes of those blissful touches, he leaned close to my ear, close enough to send shivers through my warm body, and he whispered about how he was going to set a bath for me, and then fuck me in the water.”
“I was on top of him, riding his cock, but I dipped my chest down so he could flick his tongue against my nipples. He reached his hand around to grab my ass and when he squeezed, I let out a tiny little moan. That made him smirk, his eyes glistening with horniness, so he slapped my ass this time, hard, hard enough to leave a mark. Then he reached that hand up and grabbed a tuft of my hair, holding onto it as I grabbed hold of his shoulders, his grasp deepening with mine.”
“He pulled me out of my seat, his hand tight against my wrist, and led me to the restaurant’s bathroom. I whispered my protests, swearing that someone would see us, but he yanked me inside anyway. After we’d dipped inside of a stall, he dropped to his knees and shoved his head up my skirt. He slid my thong to the side and peeked his tongue into the slit where it had sat, making my thighs tremble. By the time I reached orgasm, I was moaning so loud I didn’t care who heard.”
“He dug in his drawer and pulled out a vibrator, something we’d never actually used in the bedroom before. Then he sat me on the edge of the bed, slid his cock into me, and rested the toy against my clit as he thrusted, moving it clockwise and then counterclockwise. With his free hand, he reached up and grabbed one of my tits, his fingers playing with my nipple. He asked me what I wanted, but it all felt so damn good that I could only respond with more and more moans.”
“He threw me up against the wall so hard that the picture frame behind me clanged to the floor. He grabbed both of my wrists, lifting them above my head and pinning them to that wall. Then he kissed my lips, licking and sucking and biting down on them. Even through our clothing, I could feel his hard cock pressing up against my pussy. I wanted him. Needed him. When I let those words escape my lips, he released his hold on me and yanked off my dress as I unzipped his jeans.”
“We were in missionary, his muscled body hovering over mine, but I lifted my hips so he could reach around and play with my ass. He used the tip of his finger to press in and out, ever so slightly, but it made me insanely wet. ‘You like that?’ he asked, and when I moaned out a ‘yes,’ he pushed in a little harder, a little deeper. Even from inside me, I swear I could feel his cock harden. Could feel the warm cum squirt into my pussy and trigger my own orgasm.”
“He had his guitar slung over his shoulder, playing the acoustic version of our song from the edge of our bed. I snuggled up behind him, my head leaning against his back as he sung the lyrics softly. Of course, it wasn’t long until I lost all control and pressed my lips against his neck, smiling whenever he got distracted and played the wrong chord. And I smiled even wider when he tossed the guitar to the floor, climbed on top of me, and pushed those talented fingers inside of my pussy.”
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