Possession (Quick and Dirty Short Stories) NSFW

“There’s something maddening about the idea of absolute equality.
Sometimes it doesn’t fit, sometimes it’s out-of-place and gladly so.”
-Cimmerian Sentiment 

Warning this story is explicit and NSFW rated R 18+ only.
See other short stories here: Quick and Dirty Short Stories



After two hours of preening and perfecting myself for the party, I wanted it all undone. For three hours, I stole glances, touches and whispered promises from him. His tuxedo turned into a candy wrapper in my mind’s eye, one that withheld the most delectable of treats and one that would be opened the moment it could be done.

A laugh at a mundane joke or story lit his face and stretched his smile warms my heart and soul. My eyes glide over his stubble covered jaw to his soft thick hair. His charm and humor hold his audience as he unwittingly steals the show.

His strong hands undo the silk bow of his tie, tugging the ends to dangle and I know he’s done with this party. His dark blue eyes settle on mine and the tick of a smile tugs the corner of his soft full lips.

With a hand sliding around my back to rest on my hip he guides me from the crowded loud room without a word. I say and do nothing but let him lead me up to our hotel room.

“You,” He said with a tone that shivers my core every time, “are mine.”

“Am I?” I reply.

I lick my brightly red-stained lips, back away from him, and turn to face the large sliding glass doors. I smile at his reflection in the glass as he unwraps the tux from his body as I pretend to focus on the city far below.

He would not speak again to justify his claim with meaningless words that was not his way. The warm rough hand that tugged a silk tie moments ago slid around my neck to caress it gently as his other hand unzipped my dress. Usually, he closes the curtains this is new.

The hot stream of breath on the back of my neck raised goose pimples and tightened my nipples. I would not move to justify his claim, not yet, if at all.

The sparkling red fabric of my dress pooled at my matching patent leather three-inch heels. Bared to the world I stood naked save for my shoes and jewelry. His right hand tightens on my neck and pins me to the glass gently as his left-hand reaches around to finger my clit.

My red lips part with a gentle gasp of pleasure. A shudder flourishes between my legs as he rubs the tip of his cock along the crack of my ass.

“I own you.” He breathes the words into my ear and his warm breath plays across my skin a moment before his lips claim the earlobe.

“Do you?” I pant the words out knowing he wants me to make him prove it.

He gently sucks and nibbles until I gasp again and he presses me further against the cold glass. The pleasurable sensation of the glass on my tits turns me on more. I turn my head as my face is held to the glass.

His mouth moves from my ear to my neck, biting softly and nipping my skin as his left-hand forces my legs apart from behind. My panting breath fogs the glass as his fingers firmly rake my wet southern lips. He pulls on my hip forcing my ass away from the glass, and with a hard thrust, he claims my aching pussy.

“Say it.” He commands as he pulls out and pauses denying me what I both want and must have.

“I’m yours,” and I cry out with delight as he fills me again.

After several hard glorious thrusts, he pulls me from the glass and throws me to the bed. I bounce on my back as he climbs over me, pulls my high heels from my feet, tossing them to the floor. He pins my arms with his strong hands making my insides flutter and surge with pleasure. He hovers over me as the strength of his masculine being washes over my hormone-soaked body. He could hurt me easily, but he won’t.

I wiggle my hips and beg him to rejoin with my body, “please.”

Begging was the gasoline for his fire, but only if I meant it and I did. I was going insane with need and I began struggling to get it. The moment I struggled his mouth claimed mine, and he kissed me deeply drawing out my moans of pleasure and frustration. He let my hands go so I could bury them in his hair as my reward and he gripped my hips before plunging back in.

I climbed to my summit fast and breathless. His tongue filled my mouth as his cock filled my cunt, stroke after stroke until I could bear it no more. His mouth broke free from mine as his fingers dug in and he slammed harder and faster. He grunts with a primal force, as he slams as deep as he can go.

“Please claim me, please.” My pussy clamps down on his final strokes as my orgasm pulls out his climax.

“Arrrgh!” He cries out as his thick hot cum marks my body as his property.

As his sweaty body pins me deliciously to the bed he opens his eyes and smiles.

“I love you,” he says with a husky tone.

“Do you?” I tease and giggle just before he kisses me to prove his words.


Copyright © 2017 All rights reserved CimmerianSentiment

Masturbation-Monday-badge-1“I found this lovely writing prompt.
I just had to participate.” -Cimm




So Much Fun (Quick and Dirty Short Stories) NSFW

Warning this story is explicit and NSFW rated R 18+ only.
See other short stories here: Quick and Dirty Short Stories


So Much Fun

The wine was exactly what we needed. After a grueling week at work, my friend and I were kicking back watching a movie and laughing our asses off.

“Seriously Gina the guy actually ate food that fell on the floor.” I said after telling her about another botched date. Nobody was getting past date three and they only got past one out of pity or curiosity.


“Right?” I giggled.

“What’s the sexiest thing you’ve ever done?” She asked with a grin.

“You first,” I said refilling our glasses.

“Okay.” She moved to sit cross-legged leaning back in the corner of my very comfortable couch. “I let a total stranger finger me at the store.”

“When!” I sat up and mirrored her sitting position. Our movie was turned down and forgotten a while ago.

“Two months ago and he had huge fat fingers too.”

“You slut.” I tossed a pillow at her laughing.

“Your turn,” Gina prompted.

“I made a porn of myself and Billy.”

“I don’t believe you. That man was a jerk but he was hot.”

“I did. I still have it.”

“There is no way you, little-miss-conservative, have home porn with big Willy Billy.”

“I do.” I got up to get it.

I’ve never shown anyone and it’s been ages since I watched it. We’ve seen porn together before so it was no big deal.

I brought out my laptop, opened it up, and pressed play on the file.

“Oh my…” Gina set her wine down as she watched me deep-throat Bill. I reached to turn it off having made my point.

“Leave it. Shit, I’m getting hot over here.”

“All the more reason to turn it off,” I said reaching again as on screen me spread wide.

My hand froze I forgot how hot this was. I’d wait just until he… Ever so slowly he pushed into five-years-ago-me.

“It’s been so long,” Gina said.

Gina was flicking her nipples through her shirt and mine were hardening as on screen me moaned as the large cock finally disappeared. It wasn’t that Gina had shoved her hands up her shirt and was all out rubbing her breasts that turned me on in a flash it was that she was being turned on by watching me having sex.

I sucked my breath in, as he pulled out slowly shiny and hard.

“Ohhh.” Gina pulled her shirt up exposing her breasts. “You have such a great pussy.”

I know neither of us is lesbian or bi. I sometimes wish we were. I experimented but it wasn’t for me. I do like watching porn. I was breathing fast my eyes darting from my computer to Gina and back.

She was wiggling her hips as I was turned over to my knees and Bill smacked my ass cheek with his slick cock.

Gina’s hand slid between her legs and she hiked up her skirt. She fingered her wet underwear crotch making the spot grow. My breasts ached and I was eager to touch myself. She was horny and watching me having sex.

I lifted my own shirt and pulled my bra down to manipulate my tits and Gina moaned loudly as on screen me was getting rammed from behind. Apparently, that was all the permission Gina needed. She tugged the wet fabric aside and went to work fingering herself.

I turned up the sound and Gina writhed and stroked herself. I pulled my jeans and underwear off and sat on the couch shoving two fingers as far as I could into my soft hot flesh.

Together we rubbed and stroked to my porn. Gina came first and I followed quickly. Panting and smiling, we both finished our wine.

I smiled a wicked grin. “I have toys and I keep them very clean if you want to play more.”

“Oh my God yes.” Gina peeled the rest of her clothes off.

I jumped up and jogged to get my favorite suction cup dildo’s for us to ride on the floor. I would never share them with anyone other than her. This was going to be so much fun.

Copyright © 2017 All rights reserved CimmerianSentiment

Masturbation-Monday-badge-1“I found this lovely writing prompt.
I just had to participate.” -Cimm

Watch This! (Quick and Dirty Short Stories) NSFW

Warning this story is explicit and NSFW rated R 18+ only.
See other short stories here: Quick and Dirty Short Stories


Watch This!

For months now my neighbor and his wife have been watching me. Or rather looking into my kitchen and living room windows that face my small backyard and therefore their yard. I often walk around topless and sometimes fondle my ample pillowy breasts as I love to feel good. Who doesn’t?

I’ve noticed them (Not always together) Watching through my sliding glass doors from their deck. The only reason I’m not too pissed is that they are both attractive and I may have started going topless more often. I may have made a show of fondling my breasts while I look out to my almost very private yard. All except for their raised view from directly across.

A tiny bit of me was turned on by knowing they went out of their way to sneak a peek and that I often heard them rutting after I put on a breast rubbing show or when I tanned naked.

They were both sitting on their deck drinking coffee and facing my window. The woman was attempting to covertly flick her nipples. Voyeurs. I know how sexy it is to watch on the sly. They know I know they watch and today I woke feeling particularly randy. I sat at my own table topless, resting my breasts on the table and playing with them. I sipped my own coffee and read some sexy blogs, looked at some fantastic dick Pics and worked my self up.

I stopped reading and stared at a particularly sexy dick pick of a man as he gripped his nearly purple cock head. I could imagine myself running my fingers through his soft looking chest and stomach hair as I rode him hard.

The doorbell rang, I jumped and my pussy fluttered. I ran to the door and signed for the package as my nipples hardened. I closed the door and had to take a moment to temper my arousal. Not because of the delivery man but because of my purchase. I knew it was being delivered today and I was over excited to give it a try.

With shaking hands I opened the box and took out the dildo from its packaging. It was six inches in girth and looked so real I began panting. I took it to my kitchen sink and washed it carefully. I stripped my shirt off and my panties and was about to stick the suction cup to the floor when I had a very naughty idea. An idea that made me double over from arousal.

I rubbed and squeezed a breast as I walked to my sliding glass door. They were watching. The woman slipped a hand up her shirt as I squeezed a breast and pulled hard on my nipple.

I gauged the height necessary and I slammed the dildo to the glass.

“Watch this!” I said even though they couldn’t hear me. I reached between my legs and brought he tip up to my eager opening.

It was wider than any toy I have and I was moaning and panting by the time I got it in. I waited a moment with lodged deep inside and looked over my shoulder.

Mouths agape and wide-eyed they sat staring at me; both hands were up her shirt now. I smiled and straightened my legs to give them a good view of it sliding out of my sopping hole. It stretched and rubbed making my eyes flutter. I bent my knees and took it in again.

“Holy fuck.”

I muttered and repeated the action. I came quickly, but wasn’t done. I kept riding the toy and rubbed my clit until I came again. I know if I go further I could get there. With people watching and the idea of them being turned on by me, I was overly excited. I didn’t stop.

“Oh god it’s so good.”

I kept riding and feeling the tugging pleasure of each stroke. I bent over and twerked my ass then bobbed it up and down fast. The angle was perfect for me and for them. It rubbed my g-spot even harder and I furiously rubbed my clit as the pressure built up inside.

“Oh yes, oh my fucking yes!” I cried out and rode harder.

The pressure built and I moved off the toy and rubbed my clit as I squirted on the glass. Panting, I turned to watch my neighbor slamming his wife from behind. I watched a moment then went back to my toy. It would be faster this time. I rubbed and rode until the pleasure promise was too much. I fell to my knees spurting hot cum on the glass. I crumbled to the floor in my own wet mess. I watched the couple orgasm together and collapse to a heap themselves.

I looked up at my new favorite play thing and knew I was going to perform for them again and again. I’d watch them watching me and they’d get off while I watch them.


Copyright © 2017 All rights reserved CimmerianSentiment

Masturbation-Monday-badge-1“I found this lovely writing prompt.
I just had to participate.” -Cimm

My Sexy Stranger (Quick and Dirty Short Stories) NSFW

Warning this story is explicit and NSFW rated R.
See other short stories here: Quick and Dirty Short Stories


My Sexy Stranger (Quick and Dirty Short Stories)

I don’t normally dream when I nap, but I did this time. I woke from the most erotic dream I’d ever had. Only I couldn’t recall any of it other than it had been erotic. I was taught with need and rubbed my nipples through my shirt and bra. I needed to relieve this particular tension. I took my bra off and continued to rub and fondle my breasts.

I glanced at the clock. “Shit.” I was late for dinner with my friends. I jumped up, changed into a sexy blue dress and put on makeup. I texted Belinda to let her know I’m on my way and drove carefully, but fast to get there.

I made it as appetizers were being served. Belinda and Lola were already three drinks in. We talked, giggled, and enjoyed the food. The faded memory of my dream still lingered between my legs and the sexy man at the table across the room was cutting me glances. So I covertly flirted back. I tend to get flirtier when I’m horny and feeding my libido wine.

“May,” Belinda began, “how’d the date with Greg go?”

I flicked my attention to her keeping the sexy man in my sights just behind her to the left. “he was a douche I didn’t even let him touch my tits.”

“I didn’t like him,” Hallie said as she sipped her wine.

I managed to flash my sexy stranger my fuchsia panties ‘accidentally’ and he licked his lips slowly. It was a rush to know we were on the same sexy page.  This was the first time I’ve gone on the prowl like this. I know it’s just flirting but man if he offered, I’d gladly have sex with him tonight.

Conversation slipped into exe’s and the club after dinner where they planned to find someone to take home. My sexy stranger made a show of rubbing his bulge for me. If I weren’t already wet, I would have been now.

“Excuse me,” I said and got up, Belinda and Hallie filled their glasses from the bottle on the table. I made my way to the restrooms. I paused when I got to the three doors. One for lady’s, one for gents and the other a unisex or family room.

My sexy stranger was right behind me and looking at me as if I were the most desirable thing in existence. I opened the unisex door and it was a single bathroom with a door lock. My sexy stranger followed me in. The moment I clicked the lock he grabbed me and kissed me deeply.

I knew what I was getting myself into when I stood from the table, and I wanted it. As his fevered lips and tongue met with mine, I tugged at his pants, undid them and pulled him free. He pressed a condom into my hand then undid my dress to free my tits. As he kept kissing, he fondled my breasts and I blindly put the condom on. It was easier to do than I thought it would be.

My sexy stranger’s cock was thick and rigid in my hands. I let him go,  hiked up my dress and pulled my panties off. I set them on the counter and he let my breasts go to grab my ass and lift me easily. My bare back was pressed against the cold door as he plummeted his length into me.

It was frantic, desperate and fucking hot. I whimpered and moaned as he thrust fast and furiously. I gripped handfuls of his dark hair as I came hard and explosively as he swallowed my moans and came himself.

He set me down and kept kissing me, pausing only to dispose of the condom in the toilet. With a killer sexy smile and a chaste kiss on the tip of my nose, he unlocked the door and slipped out.

“Holy shit that was good.” With shaking hands, I tidied myself up and put my panties back on. I waited a brief moment to let my flushed face cool off then went out to the table.

I glanced across the room to see my sexy stranger was gone as were the others with him. It occurred to me he might be married I didn’t even check.

“You okay?” Belinda asked. “You look flushed.”

“Yeah, too much wine maybe, let’s get out of here and go dancing.”

It didn’t take much convincing as Hallie flagged the waiter for our bill. I opened my clutch to take out my credit card and found a business card beside it. I read the name and flipped it over. “Call me.”

Hallie giggled. “Some guy from that table,” She pointed at the empty one, “Left that for you while you took forever in the restroom. He was super-hot, but too shy to give it to you in person.”

I smiled, he gave it to me in person all right and I had every intention of calling him.

Copyright © 2017 All rights reserved CimmerianSentiment

Lucy’s Father Part 3 (Quick and Dirty Short Stories) NSFW

Warning this story is explicit and NSFW rated R.
See other short stories here: Quick and Dirty Short Stories

Read Part One Here:  Lucy’s Father
Read Part Two Here: Lucy’s Father Part 2


Lucy’s Father Part 3

I should feel badly for having sex with my best friends father. Should but I don’t. Twice now I’ve run into him and twice now we’ve had sex.

He had my cell number since I called him at the restaurant, but he hasn’t called or texted. I suppose that’s for the better since it was just sex and not a relationship.  I found myself daydreaming of our last encounter and how risky it had been.

Now Lucy had begged me to go with her to her sister’s birthday. They were one year and two months apart. I agreed with the hopes of seeing Jack again. Just thinking about the possibility made me horny.  We were currently singing along to Despactio and laughing at our silly attempts to actually sound like we could.

We got to her mom’s house in the suburbs and I had to admit it was a nice place. Everyone was in the backyard and we went right on through.  Lucy’s mom Val greeted me with an undercurrent of hostility, and once again I wondered how she could have cheated on Jack. Then again I don’t know him beyond two quick episodes of amazing sex. He could be abusive, self-centered or emotionally absent. None of that really mattered since it was their problem and not mine.

My nipples hardened at the sight of Jack standing next to Annabel. I wanted him and planned to have him again. I mingled and kept my eye on Jack as I made my way over with Lucy.

“Hey dad.” Lucy kissed his cheek then her sisters. “I’m glad you came.”

“I almost didn’t.” He said looking down my top. “But I would never do that to your sister.” He said and side hugged Annabel.

“I came with a buffer.” Lucy grinned at her sister and father. “I hope you don’t mind Annabel.”

“Not one bit.” Annabel said and hugged me, we’ve started hanging out more and Annabel and I were becoming friends. “I should have invited you in the first place, you know I don’t mind if you come.”

“You should come more often.” Jack said looking right at me and I nearly did. I shifted and clenched enjoying the slickness he was causing.

“Can you do me a favor?” Annabel asked me.


“My mom’s in a bitch-at-dad kinda mood. Can you, and I’m sorry to ask, can you hang out with him to keep her away?”

“Sure but why would I keep her away?”

“She doesn’t like you because you’re way prettier than she ever was. She’s in a jealously phase and wont go near anyone younger and prettier.” Annabel explained.

“Her loss.” Jack murmured for only me to hear.

“I guess as long as I get a beer or two.”

“I’ll grab you one.” Lucy said and took off.

“Enjoy some finger food,” Annabel said to Jack and I, “I have to mingle.”

“Sounds like a great idea.” Jack said as he came up behind me.

His hand slipped between my legs from behind and he huffed when he found nothing between him and my flesh. I knew it wasn’t obvious what he was doing and with our backs to the garden along the fence nobody was behind us. I shifted my stance to grant him access.

He plunged a finger deep into my already wet hole and wiggled it. I played with him by flexing my muscles as he stroked.

“I’m glad you’re here.” Jack said with a fake laugh as if I were being funny.

“Lucy’s coming back.” I said and he withdrew his hand.

She handed me a beer and her father a plate of appetizers. He ate one then sucked his shiny finger.

“Best thing I’ve tasted in years.” he said as he looked at me.

“Mom hired caterers. Eat up because they made too much.”

“Don’t worry I’ll eat my fill.” Jack said making my lady parts tingle.

“Lucy!” Val, her mother called and waved her over impatiently.

“I better go calm her down. You sure you don’t mind hanging out with my old man?”

I smiled as his hand crept back up my skirt. “I’m fine.”

“I’m not that bad.” Jack said as he fingered my opening right in front of Lucy.

“You’re old and boring dad, no offense.” She kissed his cheek as his finger slipped up into me. “Make sure you eat something more than just apps.”

“Oh don’t worry I will.”

“What if she saw you?” I said quietly as he stroked and my body shivered with pleasure. “Oh God Jack.”

“Mmm.” He pulled his hand away and sucked it clean. “I’m hungry.” he said and set the small plate down.

He moved toward the house and I followed. I glanced over my shoulder through the window and nobody seemed to notice we were gone. It was a pretty packed yard.

He led me down a hall and down to the basement. “There’s a spare bathroom down here.” He said and pulled me into it. Before I could say anything he picked me up by my small waist and set me on the small counter and spread my legs.

“I’m fucking starved.” He said and licked my slit.

“Oh Jack.”

I lifted my heels to the counter top, leaned back against the mirror and played with his hair as he licked and sucked me intimately. The firm strokes of his tongue licking pleasure into me. I don’t mind oral, but this was altogether different. He didn’t lick me because he felt he had to be fair, he did it because he wanted to. His sexy moans and expert ministrations were bringing me fast.

“I’m, oh Jack I’m…” I came and he continued to lick and suck me.

He stood up as I panted and  my orgasm faded. He rolled a condom on and pushed my shirt up  and pulled my tits out. As he groped and pinched them he invaded me with his thick shaft.

I did not expect to be aroused so fast. “You feel so amazing Jack.”

I watched him slide in and out shiny and strong. He was in great shape and very sexy. I reached down to rub my clit as he hammered me hard.

My toes curled as I got close and I gripped him.

“So… fucking tight.” He said and thrust faster.

“So fucking thick.” I said as my second orgasm approached rapidly.  He gripped my hips and slammed hard.

“Uh, uh, uh…” His grunts were sexy and primal with each hard thrust.

I clamped down hard as I came again and held my breath as my body gave way to the euphoric pleasure.

He pulled out after a moment of recovery and disposed of the condom. “You go out ahead this time.”

I nodded after straightening up and making sure I didn’t look too thoroughly fucked. Sex with Lucy’s dad was unbelievably good and I very well might be addicted to him.

I left and went back to the yard of people.

“Where’d my dad go?” Lucy asked.

“Restroom.” I said and took a fresh beer from her.

“I came to warn you the burgers have cheese in them. Sick to the chicken.”

“Thanks Lucy.” I said and sipped my beer, smiling and feeling amazing.

To be continued…

Copyright © 2017 All rights reserved CimmerianSentiment

Me, Myself And Isla (Quick and Dirty Short Stories) NSFW

Warning this story is explicit and NSFW rated R 18+ only.
See other short stories here: Quick and Dirty Short Stories


Me, Myself And Isla

It’s been over a year since my husband left me for another woman. Since then I’ve discovered the joy of real deep down sexual pleasure. The kind that I discovered on my own. I had no idea it was missing from our marriage bed.

There is something swirling in my mind that’s stirring up my insides.  An image of a hand tending to its own body as it works to bring forth the pleasure and release. An image imprinted from a sexy tasteful black and white video I watched yesterday.

The hand moves slowly at first before it finds the eliciting pattern needed. I blink the image away and look around my kitchen. I stared at the faucet dripping steady, turn it off and indirectly marvel at the rise and fall of my breasts, how sexy they look in my new push-up bra. The image of the agile fingers playing gently across tight silky skin reappeared as I carried the two cups of tea to the table.

My heated blood flushed my cheeks as I sat and listened to my friend Isla talk with her singsong voice. Despite the conversation, my mind played the mini movie on repeat. Stroke, rub, moan, squeeze, grab, grunt and come.  Like a prisoner, I was trapped in my vision as much as I was trapped in the conversation keeping me from re-enacting the video.

Disrespecting my boundaries, my mind took off on its own adding a sweet soundtrack to the flashes of imagery. Heavy breathing, soft moans, and the sexy sound legs make when shifting abruptly over bed sheets from throws of self-induced passion.

The tightening inside the core of my sex became luxurious and called for me to take action. I should not be feeling this way or think these things so openly in my kitchen with company over.

Over my hot tea, I watched my friend Isla’s lips form the words of her story. I held my breath as the glistening tip of her tongue poked out to moisten the soft flesh. I’ve never even kissed a woman before so I had no idea why I was so aroused by the sight. Isla and I fingered ourselves in the same room one drunken night, but nothing happened or came of it.

My nipples tightened upon seeing hers pucker beneath her blouse, sending a tingle that bounced between my breasts and my clit. Up and down and back again repeatedly. The thick thud of my pulse between my legs became too much to ignore.

I should excuse myself and seek out privacy, but I couldn’t move.

I leaned forward, rested my left elbow on the small kitchen table. I set my chin on my hand curling my fingers in so the knuckles pressed against my mouth. My right hand inched between my already parted legs as the images of the black and white hand in my head worked faster.

Isla kept telling her animated story of her trip to the Bahama’s for her brothers wedding.

I could feel the wet already dampening through my underwear to my thin leggings. With a stealthy move, I wiggled my finger, forcing the fabric between my hot southern lips until I found my clit. I began a gentle circular rub with only my index finger, sliding the wet fabrics creating a tantalizing friction.

I was so worked up and this was so ultra naughty that I brought myself fast. Clenching hard on nothing, my body climaxed from my own gentle solitary digit.

“Dammit Teri,” my friend Isla said sounding breathy. “I don’t know what it is about you today, but I’ve become super horny since I got here. Wanna go upstairs and watch each other finger ourselves again?”

“Or perhaps I could finger you?” I asked holding my breath.

The sultry smile that stretched her lips and the lusty glint in her dark brown eyes got my heart pumping a steady beat between my legs again.

“I thought you’d never ask.”

A Hansel and Gretel trail of discarded clothing followed us to my bedroom.

Copyright © 2017 All rights reserved CimmerianSentiment

Masturbation-Monday-badge-1“I found this lovely writing prompt.
I just had to participate.” -Cimm


Unexpected Company (Quick and Dirty Short Stories) NSFW

Warning this story is explicit and NSFW rated R.
See other short stories here: Quick and Dirty Short Stories


Unexpected Company (Quick and Dirty Short Stories)

For a party it sure was dull. Then again it was a cocktail party and not even one with tonnes of booze. I as here to support my friend as she hosted her coworkers, clients and other friends.

There were plenty of couples being overly friendly and I even saw a woman giving a guy a hand-job by the long drapes as if nobody would see. I did and since I liked it I was feeling a tad randy myself.

From that moment on all I could do was catch people kissing, touching or even fingering on the sly. Maybe I was just looking for it but damn if seeing that man pull his slick finger from under that dress didn’t make me wet.

“Having fun boo?” Thelma asked as she handed me a fruity mostly juice drink. She called me Boo even though my name is Brooke.

“Yes I am.” I said looking over her shoulder and seeing a mans hand go up a top. Was this an orgy or something? “There’s a lot of groping going on.”

“Mmm?” Thelma looked around. “I suppose… I invited mostly couples. Sorry Boo gotta go.” She held up a drink she needed to deliver.

I walked around and chatted and kept my eyes out for the naughty couples. I was feeling too frisky for my own good. I really shouldn’t be looking… I froze in my tracks as I wandered into the billiard room to see a woman covertly attempt to ride a man in a corner while a loud game of pool happened four feet away. I positioned myself to pretend to watch the game as I watched the couple. I couldn’t see anything but that didn’t change things. I became aroused and flushed. My groin throbbed with my pulse and my nipples ached.

I slipped out of the room and made my way to the back of the house where a small spare bathroom was. It was out-of-the-way and a good place to go masturbate. The light was off under the door and the hall was mostly empty. I ducked in quickly and locked the door while I pulled the top of my dress down.

I immediately  fondled my breasts with one hand as I dropped my panties in a flash. I decided to flick the light on since I loved watching as I fingered myself.

“Oh shit!” I said as a man with a long thick hard-on stood frozen staring at me. He was a good-looking man and he held a fine piece of equipment in his hands. “Sorry I didn’t know anyone was in here…” I didn’t put my top up since I’m not overly shy and I am ridiculously horny. Maybe we could make the best of this situation.

“I figured you’d scream or freak out. I’m glad I saw you had tits as you came in.” He licked his lips and moved his hand over his length. “Fuck they’re nice tits.”

I know my friend and I know she keeps condoms everywhere in this monster house. I opened the cupboard, fished one out and held it up. I hiked my skirt up as he rolled the condom on. The second he was done he grabbed me and kissed me hard and deep.

I was ready for him when he impaled me with one deep thrust.

“Fuck.” I said into his mouth and pulled his hair.

The agonizingly sexy pull and push of him was maddening. We grunted and tongued each others mouths with a fury of passion that was to each our own.

“Fuck my pussy hard big guy.” I said as he pushed me against the door and broke the kiss. “Yes, yes make me come.”

“Holy shit.”

“Ram me hard and fast.” I was so close. “You’re so big and stretching me wide.”

“I’m going to come.” He said just before I felt the torrents of pleasure grip my body and he jerked hard against me.

He pulled out and I leaned against the sink to catch my breath.  He flushed the condom, washed his hands and I left the bathroom.

When I came out I heard my phone beep from a text behind me. I turned around to see the man holding my clutch and phone. He looked up from it and handed it over.

“You left that behind.” He smiled and walked past me.

Half an hour later I was heading out the door to go home feeling so much better but still horny. Thorough some clandestine investigation I learned that the big guy from the bathroom was from my friends gym. She thought he was the nicest guy and probably gay.

My phone buzzed and I read the text. “Turn around sexy tits.”

I turned and saw the big guy in a sleek black car. “Do you want to ride me?”

“Don’t you mean Do I want a ride home?” I asked as I began tingling anew and walked the three steps to his car.

“My version’s more fun.” He said pawing an obvious hard on.

Well damn if he was ready that fast who am I to walk away? I opened the car door and got in. I wonder how long it will be before one of us asks the other for a name.

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Something to look at (Quick and Dirty Short Stories) NSFW

Warning this story is explicit and NSFW rated R 18+ only.
See other short stories here: Quick and Dirty Short Stories


Enjoy The View

There’s always a moment in my day when I have to make a decision. Right now it was a simple one. Be offended, freak out or sit back and enjoy the show.

Earlier a friend sent me a dick pic. It was beautiful in its simplicity. A man au natural laying on what I presume is a bed with his cock in hand. Usually she sends me ones of a man posing in front of a mirror standing or leaning, this one had my engines revved because a dribble of cum was precariously close to dripping from the tip to join the rest on his stomach.

Since I’ve had a thrum of arousal about me all day from thinking about that delicious spent cock, I decided to go with option three. I peered over the dick pic on my cellphone at the very sexy man across from me. We were alone in the small train car and it would be a while to the next stop.

This might be considered creepy but since I was wearing a rather tight low-cut top and had made numerous glances at the mans crotch I think I may have spurred him on a little.

His hand ventured across his growing bulge and this time he rubbed a few times before resting it back on his lap. I gave him the slightest of smiles, approval of what he was doing. He ruffled the section of the newspaper he was holding and I glanced over, caught his eye and flicked my gaze to the distinct outline of his hard on.

The long sexy shape of the shaft pressing against the fabric and showing the gentle bulbous curve of the head. I shifted in my seat feeling that sweet surge of hormones that had plagued me all day. Without a word I watched him unzip his trousers, I licked my lips and swallowed hard. I gave up all pretense of looking at my phone as he reached his hand into the hole and coaxed his hard shaft from hiding.

I tensed in the way I do when I’m overly aroused suddenly and the unmistakable feeling of wet slipped out of me into my underwear. He was so brazen and bold. To do this and in public. I couldn’t tear my eyes from his strong hand as he began a steady stroke interrupting the steady rhythm to massage the fat tip.

It was beautiful similar to the one in the picture only the tip was darker, he didn’t just fist his cock and beat it, he played his fingers along the length; caressing like his hand was dancing. He brushed his balls and massaged his way back up. He held his paper so any passerby would see nothing out of the ordinary as his thumb flicked over the tip.

He gripped harder and stroked down then up forcing a stream of clear shiny fluid to slip out and down his shaft.

Aside from my wiggling hips and clenching pussy I couldn’t move. I was caught in his sexy spell and I was enjoying the strong arousal deep within.

He let out a soft quiet moan as his juices slickened his hand and he began stroking faster. I watched is testicles tighten and his hand gripped harder as he stroke himself.

The man’s grunts were gentle and erotic as he moved his newspaper beneath his cock and I gasped as he came in burst of white that pattered on the paper.

I was on the edge of an orgasm that I know would temper and leave me horny and wet. He folded the soiled paper, set it aside, tucked himself away and picked up another section.

I warred with the idea of fingering myself, but I don’t have the guts to even move right now. When the train stopped the man stood and picked up his belongings. He held up his left hand sporting a wedding ring.

“She knows I do this, she does it too.” he winked at me. “makes for some sexy stories during foreplay. I get off watching others get aroused.”

At that he left. At the next stop I would get off of the train, go home and fuck my boyfriend like he’s never been fucked before.

Copyright © 2017 All rights reserved CimmerianSentiment

Masturbation-Monday-badge-1“I found this lovely writing prompt.
I just had to participate.” -Cimm

In The Mirror (Quick and Dirty Short Stories) NSFW

Warning this story is explicit and NSFW rated R 18+ only.
See other short stories here: Quick and Dirty Short Stories


In The Mirror

My hands shook as I closed the front door of my house, dropped my purse and keys on the table and pulled down the top of my spaghetti strap dress. I leaned against the cool wall and tugged on my nipples. I smiled at my reflection in the wall length mirror and pushed my dress down over my hips taking my underwear with it. I stepped out leaving my heels on and went back to fondling my breasts.

Reading erotica on the bus home and thinking dirty thoughts all day led me to this burst of out of control need. I moaned and ran my hands over my curvy body watching myself in the mirror. I’ve never done this before but the character in the book had. I stood here in broad daylight in front of a mirror. The idea stuck and I had to do it.

I spread my legs and gasped at how shiny and swollen I’d become. The lightest touch from my fingers sent spasms of pleasure through my lips to my clit. I wondered how wet I could get and spread myself to look. I leaned up against the wall and began rubbing my clit in gentle circles.

I’ve always been shy about sex, and lately, I’ve been reading more and more erotica. Some of it made me horny some made me cringe. I quickly found the sub-genres that made my blood rush and focused on them. I wanted to be more I wanted to explore and play. In my head after reading a story I’d feel brave, however the more time that passed after reading, the less bravado I felt.

I took in the view of my hand with my delicate petals pushing up between my fingers. I imagined myself a sexy woman in a novelette, the confident woman who could claim the pleasures she longed for.

I clenched and pulsed, I sunk to the floor as I pulled my heels closer to my bum and spread wide. The cold floor beneath me became warm as my body heated up fast.

Panting, groaning and rubbing marginally faster, I gasped when a sexy amount of viscous wet pooled at my opening. I tightened my pelvic muscles and it overflowed. The clear shiny line made its way over my taint to drip to the floor. It was happening I was doing what a woman in a sexy story might do.

“Oh yes,” I said rubbing my lips and clit faster, my pulse thundered in my chest and ears.

I closed my eyes and let my orgasm take over my body. The sweet sensation coated me and caressed my soul. There was more to this than one meager orgasm. I planned to watch myself finger my now dripping pussy.

I opened my eyes to see my husband standing with his mouth open, eyes burning with lust and a raging hard on in his hand and I grinned at my reflection as I disappeared two fingers deep inside as he fell to his knees stroking. Now was my moment to be bold.

Copyright © 2017 All rights reserved CimmerianSentiment

Masturbation-Monday-badge-1“I found this lovely writing prompt.
I just had to participate.” -Cimm

Oh What A View! (Quick and Dirty Short Stories) NSFW

Warning this story is explicit and NSFW rated R 18+ only.
See other short stories here: Quick and Dirty Short Stories


Oh What A View!

A flicker of guilt, chased by a briefer moment of shame was overshadowed by my hefty surge of arousal. I peeked at my watch and silently crept up to my low kitchen window naked. 

The sheer curtains would hide me from view; I’ve tested that theory so I know I’m safe. Again, the guilt and shame scratched at my gut before tickling my core. This was part of the dance, the routine I’ve become addicted to. 

He was right on time. I knelt on the wide portable step stool I kept in front of the window for this purpose. I shopped for it carefully, choosing the perfect step stool to allow for comfort and the right kneeling height. To everyone else, it was a handy tool for me to reach the top shelves of my cupboards, for me it was my front row seat.

I let my bare breasts brush against the cold wall. The contact hardening them further as my naked neighbor entered his kitchen.

There were no coverings on his low window and it was wide open. My eyes slid down his glorious twenty-five-year-old body to rest upon his thick hard cock jutting proudly before him. Oh what a view! His hand moved from tip to base and back up so slowly I was transfixed.

I could hear my pulse in my ears and feel it between my legs. I was already slick from anticipation. I curled my fingers and raked the backs of my nails over my rigid nipples like an old-time washboard.  I wiggled my hips and clenched as he opened the cupboard stretching and stroking as he took out a bowl. Sexy flutters from my core cause me to part my legs, perching my knees on the edges of the step stool. 

He kept stroking as he reached up with one hand and brought a box of cereal out. I bit my bottom lip, grabbed handfuls of my breasts and squeezed while pinching my nipples hard. He was right beside the window and he paused to rub the the dripping head of his cock with his thumb spreading the pre-cum over and down as he began stroking again. 

I knew he would stay in sight, he always did. He turned after filling the bowl giving me a head on view of more pre-cum leaking from his bulbous mushroom shaped tip. My right hand abandoned a breast to slip down my stomach and over my mound. Again, he thumbed the pre-cum over the head as he turned to pour milk into the bowl. 

I slipped two my fingers deep inside myself as he turned again to put the milk back in the out of sight fridge. He could go and sit at the table I can’t see, but he won’t. His hand reached down to fondle his balls as he started eating. His cock jerked as it leaked more. What I wouldn’t give to lap it all up and swallow that beautiful thing deep in my throat.

My own juices trickled down my hand to my wrist as I began stroking myself. I fingered deep to match the movement of his hand as it resumed the lengthy journey from base to tip and back. I bit my lip harder to keep from making noise. I didn’t trust my closed window to keep my secret. 

Faster and faster, we stroked until he stopped eating and faced the window completely. Matching his furious movements with my own, I watched him lean against his windowsill and with a few final strokes; he shot his seed out in thick spurts. I imagined it all landing on my face and tits instead of the concrete alley four stories below. Pretending to feel the hot fluid slip and slide down my breasts to my nipples and drip like honey to the floor. I collapsed to the cold tiles of my kitchen as my body shook and twitched with orgasmic release. 

Laying on my back, I sucked my slick fingers wishing I were thirty years younger and thanking the architects who designed these intrusive apartment views.

Copyright © 2017 All rights reserved CimmerianSentiment

Masturbation-Monday-badge-1“I found this lovely writing prompt.
I just had to participate.” -Cimm