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.
Her Eyes and Mouth
Some days it’s easier to imagine I’m her instead. It’s a common enough fantasy I suspect, even if we don’t discuss it or let it out to play very often. But I’ve spent enough time daydreaming and enough time writing that it slips in more easily than it might....
The Hammock
The hammock itself was slightly musty, and it smelled like the old house just as I remembered it: a combination of mildew, wood smoke, and spring rain. It was old wood, apple cider on the stove top, and the honeysuckle in the backyard. In the winter it was the smell...
No Words For Her Lips
Why am I thinking about fucking her now? Was it the one photo I saw with the swinging breasts, the curved hips and the smile that knew things I didn’t yet know? Maybe it’s simply that nostalgia feels safer than reality, and maybe it’s that she let in parts of myself...
Falling For Piper
If it was possible to write a story of gluttony, lust, and sloth without a moralistic ending then it would be our story, because we fell into decadence without so much as a hint of guilt or a moment of regret. There were challenges as there always were, but...
Loving Her More
“Is she prettier than I am?” she asked, her lip trembling at the question. This was a new game for us, but I knew the answer the second she asked it. I had asked her the same thing, albeit with different words, for a long time. I knew how she felt asking, and I could...
First Times
I was going to college and I had only had sex with one person. To be fair, Kelly and I had fucked, sucked, and blown each other’s minds a thousand times in the three months we were sleeping together. Okay, if I’m honest, I think she was most likely blowing my mind,...
A Phone Call From Sarah
Sometimes I think that my memory doesn’t work the same way as other people’s. Even though my last relationship had ended six months earlier – with weeks of tears and nervous breakdowns – I didn’t remember it that way. To be honest I didn’t remember it much at all....
Grown-up Sex (Erotica from QNY)
“What the fuck is grown-up sex?” “I don’t know,” I mumbled, trying to wrap my mind around the words I was hunting for. “I just mean we should fuck like adults. Without the… You know… Without the stuff…” “We should fuck without the stuff?” she asked skeptically. The...
Thinking of Cars
I’m thinking back to cars and making out in the dark with that hint of fear always stuck in my throat. There was a view where we parked even though her dad was on patrol, and I went down on her even though it meant scrunching my body up like a slinky on the floor of...
A Love Fetish
“I have a bit of a love fetish.” I took a sip of scotch and slipped my hand into hers between our bar stools. She looked up at me with a smile, and I brushed her hair behind a perfect ear and kissed her on the cheek. “How does it work?” “It’s simple really. You...
Lucky’s and No Condom
For many years I required everything to be clean. I’m not sure when or how it happened, but I viewed it as growing up. The holes in my jeans vanished and the distance between haircuts grew shorter. I learned to favor cocktails with just two or three ingredients, and...