by Guy New York | Jan 9, 2023 | Bisexual, Blog, Free Sex Stories, Group Sex, Hotwife/Cuckold, Literary
We didn’t have a condom. But our boundaries around safe sex were not as strong as they used to be. She and I had stopped using them months ago after doing the adult thing of getting ourselves tested and then talking. He, on the other hand, had other arrangements with...
by Guy New York | May 3, 2021 | Free Sex Stories, Group Sex, Hotwife/Cuckold, Kinky
(This story contains a scene of consensual non-consent which may be triggering to some readers.) She didn’t know when it would happen, just that it would. Which kept her in a constant state of arousal. She knew better than to ask, but I could see the question hidden...
by Guy New York | Mar 3, 2021 | Blog, Free Sex Stories, Group Sex, Literary, Romantic
“I’ll totally do it,” Katie said. The three of us turned and looked at her, each one of us questioning everything. There was nothing in her face that hinted at a joke, and we all knew it. But just because she was willing to do this one thing didn’t mean she’d do more....
by Guy New York | Feb 16, 2021 | Blog, Free Sex Stories, Group Sex, Kinky, Sex in Public
“Are you ready?” I asked. “For what?” Kelly replied, trying to kiss me again. “For this,” I said, pulling her shirt off over her head. She gasped, but didn’t stop me. I dropped it to the floor behind her and moved my kisses down to her breasts, sucking her left nipple...
by Guy New York | Aug 14, 2020 | Bisexual, Blog, Free Sex Stories, Group Sex, Hotwife/Cuckold
By the time I woke up, they had long been out of bed. I could smell coffee, although I doubted there was any left, and by the soft sounds emanating from the living room, I guessed they had moved onto other morning activities. I woke up hard as it was, but the moans...
by Guy New York | Aug 28, 2019 | Free Sex Stories, Group Sex, Hotwife/Cuckold
“I need to be used tonight.” It was a fairly clear message, but still, I needed more. Her moods were known to vary, and her words had many meanings. “Explain,” I wrote back. “Lost. Gone. Fucked up and down. Blind. Sore. Unable to say no.” “Is that it?” I asked. “Three...
