Angela’s Seduction

Chris was a shy guy, not traditionally handsome or attractive to the ladies, he had had a few high school girlfriends who had made out with him but since hitting university his time had been taken up with study and work. He still noticed the fairer sex but they didn’t seem to notice him. It was until his economics class in his 2nd year that he started getting noticed. Not by a lot of women, just one in particular. Angela was a perfect 50s pinup girl. Perfectly styled hair, intense makeup, big boobs, wide hips, narrow waist, and an impeccable 50s dress sense that somehow was also ultra modern. Chris was a nerdy guy, short and skinny, he often wore shirts from the metal gigs he’d been to with his dark, baggy trousers. He had no idea why she was attracted to him but since the start of their class together she’d been working her way to him getting closer and closer. She would volunteer to be on his team for group projects or he’d find her sitting next to him in class. He found her exceptionally attractive but was to shy to act upon it. Angela finally made her move during a two person group project when she realised his shyness was stopping him. Continue reading “Angela’s Seduction”

A Week Without

Patience was not a virtue that Jacinta held too strongly but this week she had tested herself to the limits. The impending weekend was one she had promised herself to wait for. It was only Wednesday afternoon and she was daydreaming at her desk, thoughts floating through her head about the plans she had made for herself. An entire week without masturbation. She had last cum the previous Sunday, twice she had played with herself in the hopes of making it through the week.

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Fleshy Femme Fatale – Part 2

This is Part 2 of a Series called Fleshy Femme Fatale. Originally written as a stand-alone story, Fleshy Femme Fatale had potential for growth and what you see below is that growth. I suggest you read Part 1 first but Part 2 could also be read as its own stand-alone tale.

It had been a few weeks since she had first discovered her fondness for his fleshlight, she played with it as often as she could. The supple feeling of the fake labia against her own inflamed lips drove her to some of the most intense orgasms she could remember having. Her legs were often weak and wobbly from the frequency of her masturbation. During this time she had stopped having sex with her boyfriend and was solely masturbating and he was starting to complain. She had considered buying herself her own fleshlight so she wouldn’t have to keep borrowing his until an idea dawned on her that would solve her problem and his.

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Spanking the New Girl

He’d been with the company for years. He was a stern gentleman, everything was ordered and always in place. He was ruggedly tall with broad shoulders. His no nonsense manner brought him much respect, when he spoke people listened. Unlike the typical alpha male he did not need to continually display his control, with a softly spoken word and a piercing stare he would get exactly what he wanted with little fuss. Other alphas paled under his stare.

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Her Basement

He’d been tied in place for what felt like hours. His joints ached, his muscles had locked into place, his hopes for freedom had dwindled. This was not the experience he had been anticipating for the last week.

Weeks ago his girlfriend had pinned him down and made him confess his darkest secret. Under the unrelenting force of her pulsing quim squeezing his close to bursting cock she coaxed a confession out of him.

And that was how he had wound up in his current dilemma, tied to the stair railings in the basement, his arms outspread, resting on his knees, completely naked apart from a small steel cage locked around his small, flaccid member.

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Another of my older stories, this one is also a short piece. As I’ve written these short stories I’ve picked up little tips at how to better develop a story, how to avoid going straight for the sex and to instead indulge in the creative side of things, build up characters and plots.

I always see her nude on her hands and knees facing away from me. Her bare ass looks so very inviting to me. Her pendulous breasts sway gentle as she slowly crawls away from me. Each movement revealing more of her pussy. I crawl over and on top of her, my arms pinning her down as my throbbing cock nestles between her legs. I can feel the heat from her sex radiating against my belly. I angle my hips to bring my erect member towards her glistening opening. She arches her back to allow me better access to her pussy as I run the head of my cock along her moist lips. Finally I take the plunge into her, her tight walls gripping me as I invade her most sacred of places. Cupping her large breasts I start to thrust in and out, as I pull out she moves with me not wanting to feel empty after having my thickness inside. As I push back into her she pushes back at me, forcing me deep into her. I lean back a bit and grab on to her hips for balance. To take a bit of control back I wrap my hand in her hair and pull her head back as I spank her once, soundly on her taut ass. She loves the rough handling and pulling on her hair brings her closer to orgasm. A few well timed thrusts and a spanking pushes her over the edge. I feel her whole body quiver as I keep fucking her, her pussy milking my cock, pushing me on to orgasm. She looks back at me and tells me to cum inside her. Her dirty talk pushes me over the edge and I feel the cum boiling up from my balls and start pulsing down my shaft. I hold back as long as I can until the cum bursts forth from my swollen cock, coating her insides. I cum so much that as we keep fucking it starts leaking from her well fucked cunt.


This is one of the first stories I ever wrote, it is close to 12 years old now and shows the inexperience of a fresh out of high school boy trying to express a sexual fantasy. It is short and is not the best work but I’ve always liked reading it and seeing how I’ve grown as a writer from this beginning. I’ve included it here so that you may see where I started and how I’ve grown as an author.

Sitting around my room, I stare at the two women lazing on my bed. My girlfriend, her gorgeous ass barely covered by her short skirt, our friend lying next to her, her heaving breasts barely contained by her new lacy bra. I try to hide my arousal as the girls read the erotic letters contained with a porn mag. Discussing the models bodies, their breasts and glistening pussies being critiqued by the girls.

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