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 10, 2021 | Blog, Free Sex Stories, Literary, Romantic, True Sex Stories
I think he wants me. Maybe I should know by now, but there’s a lot of wiggle room in that sentence. He wants me. What does he want? How does he want it? The same is true of me as well. Yes, it’s easy at night when I lie in bed alone and close my eyes. Then I want...
by Guy New York | Feb 3, 2021 | Blog, Free Sex Stories, Kinky, Literary, Taboo
“I don’t fuck my friends,” she said. “If you’re not fucking your friends, then who the hell do you fuck? Come on. Do you fuck people you don’t like? What’s the point of that?” I won’t say I was mansplaining, but I was feeling self-righteous. My friends are hot and...
by Guy New York | Jan 19, 2021 | Blog, Free Sex Stories, Literary, True Sex Stories
I spent a lot of time when I was younger unsure of where I fit into my own fantasies. Sometimes I wanted to hold her down and fuck her and sometimes I wanted to be her: held down and fucked. I wanted to feel her tight cunt around me and I desperately wanted to know...
by Guy New York | May 6, 2020 | Free Sex Stories, Kinky, Literary, Taboo
Her window looks out onto Washington Square Park but she swears she doesn’t go to NYU. I should know better than to ask too many questions on a Tinder date. Especially after dinner and a few drinks. Especially after a kiss outside the bar that lingered for long...
by Guy New York | Apr 20, 2020 | Free Sex Stories, Literary, Romantic
Did I convince myself it was love so we could fuck, or did we fuck to try and make it love? I had climbed through a window, a romantic gesture no doubt. She had let me in with a laugh and a comment on my audacity. Audacity meant desire. Both of us knew it. I had...