Category Archives: Quickie Sex Stories

Quickie Sex Stories – Tent Sex

Sex in the rain…God, there’s just nothing quite like it. Enjoy the latest chapter in the Quickie Sex Stories series – Tent Sex.


It’s Saturday and the sky has been covered in gray clouds since breakfast.  The rain has been looming, daring us to go out, to attempt the hike up the mountain we planned yesterday.  We have both been watching it, looking up at the patches of sky between the giant trees that surround us, and then back at each other wondering silently what the other thinks of the chances.

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Quickie Sex Stories – A Moment

There are few things as erotic as waking up in your lovers bed. Quickie Sex Stories – A Moment starts right there, first thing in the morning.

She’s lying on her back, pretending to be asleep, when he comes into the room.  The late summer breeze was too warm and she has already kicked the sheets off of her.  When she peaks through her eye lashes she can see him.  It’s hard not to smile, watching him stare down at her naked body sprawled across his bed.

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Sex Stories – Handle Me

Lesson #1 – Handle Me

I want to be handled, I don’t know why you think I don’t.  Is it my size? Because I am so light in your arms that I can wrap my legs around your waist while you drive your cock into me?  I could tell you were holding back when I was pinned against the wall.  I could tell you wanted to lift me up and down, drag me on and off your thickness, impale me on your hot rod; but you didn’t.

Listen, I love to fuck you.  Trust me, there’s a reason my cunt is always dripping wet when you get there.  But I want you to grab me, I want you to hold me, squeeze me, and stop pretending like you are going to break me while we’re fucking.  Trust me, your cock isn’t that big and when I moan and tell you to fuck me, I expect you to fuck me, not just go faster – that’s what the word “faster” is for.  I know how to stop you if I want.  

Now, when our bodies are tangled again, and I know they will be, I want you to let go.  I want you to get lost in the sensation of my gash milking your cock while I bite the soft skin along your neck.  Stop thinking of me as fragile.  It’s like a math equation, it’s equally proportional, the more turned on you are by me and what I am doing, the more turned on I am by your reaction.