Romantic Sex Stories
Sweet, mostly real life stories of my past sexual encounters with people I've loved.
Love and Chlorine
“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....
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...
He Fucked My Ass and We’re Out of Milk
“He fucked my ass,” she said before crawling into bed. She might as well have said it’s raining, or we’re out of milk. He fucked her ass, and the window was cracked open. He fucked her ass and we should really hang that painting one of these days. He fucked her ass...
Her Open Window
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...
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...
Her Ass Was Mine
I undressed quickly as she lay still, and I watched her body rise and fall with each breath. I opened the drawer silently and put a bottle of lube onto the bedside table. I flipped open the cap, then crawled in next to her, running my hands over her shoulders, back,...
Central Park in The Rain
The thunder should have been a warning. Instead, we just stared up at the sky over the park and ooh'd and ah'd at the light show above. It wasn't until we actually felt the first drop of rain that we polished off the bottle of wine and threw the remains of our picnic...
We Met At a Sex Party
We met at a sex party. She was across the room getting fucked from behind by my wife’s boyfriend’s girlfriend’s husband as I was getting blown by a blonde whose name I didn’t know but who used to go out with my girlfriend’s wife’s ex-husband. The moment I saw her I...
Sex in Motion
We made out on the bus from Indianapolis to Pittsburgh. Hiding in the back row next to the smell of the Greyhound bathroom we kissed and slid hands under jeans as the strip malls passed us by. On the train from Chicago to New Orleans, we hid in the privacy of our tiny...
Do You Want To Taste Her?
I might have left too quickly. But once we were done my mind instantly moved back to the girl waiting at home in our bed with her fingers between her thighs and her imagination swirling. And no matter how long I tried to sit still and keep it about us, the girl at...
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...
The Laundromat
I’ve seen her eight times over the last few months. Always it’s one or two in the morning, and she’s doing a small load of laundry full of indiscernible items. She sits on top of the machine and reads a magazine, and she smiles at me although we never talk. Sometimes...
Taking Jane’s Pesky Virginity
The first time we fucked was on the couch in my living room. Jane came over in the late morning to wake me up with coffee and croissants. I was wearing a pair of shorts, and my eyes were bleary. We talked about nothing in particular, but she sat close to me, and I...
Be Ready to Come
The note was clear. I was to be naked, in bed, and hard when she got home. The problem was I wasn’t sure when that would be. I got home early, picked up our room, lit some candles, and undressed, but I had somewhere between ten minutes and three hours to...
Love is Many Things
Love is many things. It’s my yes and her no, spoken with honest kindness on the tongue. It’s how she laughs when, with a hand between her legs, I whisper the wrong thing. Love is lying next to each other making ourselves come when we’re too tired for anything...
There’s Nothing
“Show me what’s under your dress,” I said, as she lay down on my bed with a shy smile. “There’s nothing,” she whispered, her knees touching even as she sat up on her elbows. Her cotton dress was pretty and old, and it sat on her thighs completely aware that it was in...
Home From College
(From the first chapter of Disgusting Beautiful Immoral) Jane sat on the bed smoking and staring at me with a grin I found joyfully familiar. I took another few drags off my cigarette before crushing it out on the ashtray, and I instantly moved closer to her on the...
A Rooftop Nooner
“Lunch sex?” read the text. Fuck. Do I have time? Of course, I have time. “Where?” “Roof of your building?” Shit, that’s a fantastic bad idea. The roof is perfect, and there’s even some privacy, but I know everyone in this building by their first name. ...
The Fact That We’re Human
“Why is it that some days all I want is anal sex on a roof, and the next I just want to hold you and cry in your hair?” “It’s probably something stupid, like the fact that you’re human.” “That does seem like a ridiculous reason,” I said. We were lying on the grass in...
Directly to the Shower
We went directly from the sidewalk to the shower. I didn’t even watch her undress as we fumbled with our clothes in her bathroom, but when the warm water finally penetrated our bodies I had my arms around her. The freckles on her shoulder made constellations that...