Kristen archives and asstr sex stories
Only erotic stories
She was staying with me for the summer. My
granddaughter, Marci, was twenty years old and sexy as
hell. She was developing into quite the young lady.
No she did not have monstrous tits. She was just like
her mother and grandmother, small firm tits, medium
nipples, slender body, four foot eleven inches tall and
ninety pounds of woman.
Almost …
Read More → “Do you really think I’m pretty?” Cindy asked, for Steven had
told her she was just as he opened the door to one of Gwen’s bedrooms.
It was a sumptuous affair, with a big king size bed that was perfect for
three people. Jeffrey’s presence did not bother Steven. In fact,
before Cindy had arrived he had been speaking to …
[The set-up: Ben and his friends have rented a beach house on Long
Island for a week. His sister Jessica, whom he had told “should stop
by” surprises him by actually showing up from her home in Philadelphia.
This scene takes place after the first night’s party.]
Ben woke up. There was someone else in bed with him. Someone female,…
Read More →“Oy um a fock’n butch!”
Kristen looked at Patty and me, wide eyed. “So that’s
what I looked like!”
We were in Kristen’s “play room” over the garage. Patty
was mostly naked, and was holding my penis in my mouth while
trying to say “I’m a fucking bitch.”
For some reason, Patty kept on fantasizing on my
humiliation of Kristen, …
My father woke me up early the next morning, before anyone else in the
house was awake. I dressed quietly, trying not to wake Dana, and we
left in his Cadillac, heading to a local diner for breakfast. My
father looked tired, his eyes bloodshot behind his dark sunglasses.
“Are you okay, Daddy?” I asked him.
“Fucking hung over,” he …
Read More →I was out for a hot Saturday afternoon run in July when I saw her. She was walking a dog in the field adjacent to where the jogging trail passed by the playground. She wore white shorts and a sleeveless red top. She was still a fox and her body was still fine, just like it was back when we …
Read More →When I wrote “Anna, Susan, Sandra, Sis, and me”, it was a personal
experiment writing a story as dialog only. I didn’t get much feedback but
three out of the four letters asked for a sequel to the story. This was
never my intention but when I read the story again, I realised that the
story and characters held promises …
Erica Allston puttered in her kitchen, whipping up a batch of chocolate chip cookies, happily humming along to the tunes of ’60s music coming from her radio. Music from her era.
Erica was 65, a stunning beauty for a self-proclaimed “old woman,” she would joke, tall and lean and fit, with shimmery silvery blonde hair, wispy and brushing her slender …
Read More →It was working out quite well. I had hired Niki for
one of my staff positions a couple months before. She
was a little light on experience but made up for that
with maturity and attitude. Since I couldn’t get my
boss to pay market wages, I was quite happy to have
Niki.
Niki was divorced and trying to build …
Read More →I love the illogical fantasies of the beach, and I flash my tits and angle
my pussy towards camera one. Imaginary beach-lovers drift cross the
plumb of the waves surfing bright umbrellas. I tease my sex in my palm,
and break open the rib and eyes. Imagine if any man could know my
cunt as I do. They would jerk …
Henry is not put off easily. He demands my passion no matter how much he
mourns Laurie fucked last month.
Frustration as blank walls fitted together in a maze show his thrashing. I
ask him everyday how it feels to be taken and left aroused without climax.
That question suits Henry. He wants to know how it feels to fuck …
Still Mazatlan, Sinaloa
Her eyes flashed open. It was light. For more than a few seconds she was
disorientated. Then it washed over her like a wave. She shivered. Could
feel his warmth. When she couldn’t find him with her feet, she turned to look
for him. The sleeping bag was empty. A shock of fear spread through her like…
Friday. All I could manage was a quick goodbye to daddy for fear my
tension would betray me. I drove only a few miles to the local
shopping mall and waited in the parking lot for 20 minutes. I stared
at the digital clock on the dash the whole time. Each change of the
glowing minute digit brought a new …
It all started out like a typical Saturday. I was able to sleep a little later than usual and, since it was so pretty outside, decided to enjoy my morning coffee out by the pool. It had been terribly hot all summer, but we had a nice rain the previous evening and the morning air was not only somewhat cool, …
Read More → Doug Bryant lay on the sandy beach gasping for air. Mary
was dry heaving beside him, the contents of her stomach having
been left far out in the water. Alyson was crying on the other
side of her. Mary and Alyson had briefly gone under with the
boat, but had somehow escaped. They broke surface on either side
of another …