I like to try things, different things, things most people would never dream of trying. Why? Because that’s where the best sex stories come from – experience.
“Lori, number 3.” The voice comes over the little speaker and a grin traces its way across my lips. I am Lori and my owner is behind door number 3.
I am sitting at the little makeup desk in my office. I pick up the black leather collar and buckle it around my neck. I love the way it feels, just snug enough that if my owner tugs, it bites a bit. I like that. Pain is a good reminder, a good teacher.
Are you going to watch me? Here, sit here in my dressing room and watch the television. See, you can see my master there. He can wait a few moments, it only makes it better. Continue reading Sex Stories – Pet→
sex Sometimes, I love nothing better than writing sex stories…
He hadn’t been on the floor for an hour before the talk started. Every nurse found a reason to swing by his room, you know, take a peek for themselves and see what all the fuss was about.
“Did you see him?” Rhonda sat behind the front of the main desk entering chart information.
I had already been on shift for six hours and had heard no less than ten girls (and a couple of the guys) talk about the man in 305C, but I had not made it to the far end of the hall…yet. “No,” I sighed, “but you would think he looks like Adonis the way everyone’s talking.”
“Girl, you don’t even know,” Rhonda sat back in her chair and laughed. “You know I loved Mr. Peters, been married eighteen years, thank the Lord, but that man down there? I almost think God would understand.” She laughed and I smiled as I made notes on a chart.
I write a great deal of sex stories, stories about everything from futanari girls with massive cocks to the girl next door who can’t get enough of the neighbors cock. This one was inspired by the pic below and answers the question: what’s she waiting for?
I sent him the picture because I knew he would get angry.
He had already told me that we couldn’t talk on the phone, no more text messages, no more Facebook, nothing that left a trail. His wife had been too close, nosing around his email and phone. I still don’t know what set her off, the perfume he likes me to wear is light, like spring flowers, and I only spray it across my breasts.
But two nights ago, after she had gone to sleep, he had called upset and worried that he was going to lose everything. “We can’t do this anymore. I can’t keep seeing you. I can’t take a chance on losing everything just because I can’t keep my cock out of you.”