Kinky Sex Stories
Spanking, age-play, D/S, edging, choking, slapping, and con-noncon. This is where it is.
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...
My Wife’s Breeding Kink
It’s always worse when she makes me do it. It doesn’t matter what it is: undo his jeans, take off her shirt so he can see, make her wet or him hard; I could go on and on. She knows what it does to me. She understands how it simultaneously makes me incredibly turned on...
Does Your Daddy Want to Watch?
If I say her Daddy was home when I arrived to pick her up, will you know how I mean it? Will you make your own meaning? Does it matter? Let’s say her Daddy is nervous when she comes down the stairs in a tight black dress. Her heels are too high, and her neckline is...
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,...
Three Men and a Naked Girl
(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...
Fuck First, Ask Questions Later
We met under a bridge in Central Park. It was supposed to be quick and dirty, and that’s just what it was. I fucked her against the wall, her skirt around her waist as the tourists trampled overhead, ignoring the couple on a first date right below them. When we...
Losing Control
“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...
We’re Not Friends
“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...
His Little Toy
“She does anything you say?” I asked. Marco was in the kitchen, and he left his little toy as she called her, standing next to me by the window. She had been living there for a few months, and while she often made me drinks, I had never asked about what else she did....
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...
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...
A View of Washington Square Park
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...
Not Fucking Your Wife
She stands at the foot of the bed and tells me to show her. To let her watch. Just for a moment. It won’t count at all. Both of us make promises. My hand moves slowly, resisting the temptation out of habit and old rules. When she lifts her shirt, a hint of tummy and...
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,...
Never a Kiss
“We’ve never kissed, have we?” We were sitting in her living room drinking manhattans and I honestly wasn’t sure. She shook her head and moved closer to me. “Why? Do you want to?” “No,” I said, looking at her as my mind filled with a thousand horrible things. “I mean,...
A Brief Call From My Wife
The phone is under her pillow and I don’t know if he knows. Her voice is familiar, and I pause under an overhang as rain falls down around me. It’s summer and pouring and all I can think about are the sounds leaving her mouth. Closing my eyes, I prop myself against...
Fuck Me Like You Fuck Her
“Fuck me like you fuck Maggie,” she whispered. I was on top of her moving slowly within her, and her voice was faint in my ear. Once I convinced myself I had heard her correctly, I leaned up on my hands and looked into her eyes. “Are you serious?” She nodded, her...
A Walk in the Park (cw: con non-con)
“Will you do something for me?” she asked one night at the bar. “Why do I get the feeling that I’m in for trouble?” “I’m going to walk out of the bar in a couple minutes. I’ll go out, across the street and into Tompkins Square Park, and I want you to follow me. Stay...
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 Great Whore of New York
“How did you get to be Guy New York?” Bob asked me one night in the courtyard of Madam X. “There’s only one way to become a New York,” I told him. I reached into my vintage leather jacket and pulled out a silver cigarette case. I opened it and pulled out a Pall Mall...