Real Life Sex Stories
Real-life sex stories from my life over the last twenty years or so. Some mild artistic license has been taken.
The First Kinky Sex
The first kinky sex I ever had was all words. Before any slapping, spanking, scratching, or biting, all my boundaries were verbal. Before I ever tied anyone up, choked them, or held them down while while fucking them up the ass, I whispered honest things in her ear...
I Want to Hurt You
It’s the beginning of September which feels both meaningless and full of potential. Potential for cool air, tight sweaters, rainy mornings (like today), and warm food. As for meaning, or lack thereof, I think I can say that the world still feels faint and ephemeral,...
Wanting Her and Hating Him
I've been thinking about messy emotions and how they're often the ones that get me in the most trouble. Is there a word for someone who gets turned on by feelings? My friend Heart called me (and herself) an intimacy junkie once, and I related to it but still felt like...
Maybe He Wants Me
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...
The Young Woman That I Once Was
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...
Taming The Brat
“So what if I’m being bratty? What are you gonna do? Spank me?” She was squirmy, wiggly, and difficult to say the least. I had her on her stomach on the bed, and I was holding her hands firmly behind her, but she was not being helpful. In fact, it was clear that she...
Wanting What He Wants
“He wants to fuck me up the ass,” she said, lying in my bed. We had fucked for a half hour and were staring out at the city with smiles on our faces. “Don’t tell me that,” I moaned, my hand sliding down her back. “Are you going to let him?” “Why shouldn’t I tell you...
A Car. A Virgin. A Bad Idea.
“It’s not very romantic,” I said as she parted her legs in the backseat of the car. “Losing your virginity in an Oldsmobile on a side road at two in the morning, I mean.” She shook her head as she lifted her ass and slipped off her underwear. I had never so much as...
Lazy Summer Sex
That dreamy summer sex keeps creeping back. That sunscreen, tan-line, gin and lime sex keeps looking up and asking for more. It’s that white linen blanket, cool breeze through the window, and sun-lit hairs on her arms sex that’s calling to me. For us, it was that lazy...
A Tribeca Threesome
It was two a.m. when I stumbled into their hotel room. I had been at a photo shoot for the last six hours while they had been eating, drinking, and fucking. All three of us were exhausted. Are the relationships important? Does it matter who we were? Do you care that...
Our Sexual Debut
The knock on my door resulted in a large paper grocery bag full of my things being unceremoniously dumped out on the front porch without a word. “Here’s your shit,” was implied in the gesture, and so I watched her walk back to her mother’s car, the end complete as I...
The Magic Number
"How many guys have you slept with?" I asked before unhooking her bra. She pulled the straps back up over her shoulders and sat down on the bed. She leaned on her elbows and smiled at me until I wasn't sure if I wanted to know the answer. "Do you want to know before...
Saying Yes To Her
Saying yes to her was not easy. She was only a couple of years younger than me, but I got it into my head that it wasn’t the right thing to do and there’s nothing more terrifying than a boy who thinks he knows better. God, she was pretty though, and I hadn’t wanted...
Awake
We didn’t sleep all night. It was hot, but we found our bodies touching over and over again, each time lasting longer than the time before. She pulled away when I caressed her arm, and I rolled over when her knee slid too high up my thigh. Early in the morning, I...
Wanting and Going
“I want to fuck you,” is high on my list of favorite phrases. It’s right up there next to “I’m going to fuck you,” although I use them in very different ways. The first is something I put off as long as I can just to savor the flavor of the words in my mouth, and it...
Showing off in the Car
The second she undid her jeans and slid her hand inside of them, the traffic slowed to a near standstill. “Oh god no,” she said, with just a hint of a whine. “I was just starting to have fun.” All around us the cars slowed down, and instead of zipping by us, barely...
Cleaning Up Kaity
We smoked out the window as Jefferson Airplane blasted out of the old tape deck, and Kaity snuggled up next to me on the big bench seat as we drove. Just before the turnoff back into town, I pulled off the road to the overlook. There were a few other fogged up cars...
It Makes You Angry, Daddy
“Why do all the boys want to come on my face, Daddy?” She was sitting in my lap on our big chair and I was brushing her hair. Actually, she was sitting across my lap in the big chair, and she was tangling it back up again as soon as I could get the knots out....
Jealousy and Tenderness
They crawled into bed with me and I instantly wondered if he was sleeping in the other room. I felt selfish and indulgent for nearly thirty seconds before they kissed in front of me and I realized it wasn’t about me at all. I was in bed with them, he was asleep on...
We’re Not Putting on Clothes
“If someone comes to look at the apartment, we’re not putting on clothes,” I said as we sat mostly naked in the window, our wine glasses still full. “They’ve seen naked people before,” she said, nodding in fierce agreement. We had just two weeks left, and our...