sexstories.com Snowy Night With Aunt Cindy by ProfessorFate Fantasy, Domination/submission, Incest, Necrophilia, Snuff Author’s infos Gender: N/A Age: N/A Location: West Coast Posted Fri 1st of October 2021 Report Font size : – + In the dark corners of our minds lay the worst of us, stirring occasionally. This is a fantasy tale, pure fiction.
Home for the Holidays by Schaka
I was cleaning out old files and found this story. It’s way early for a Christmas story but I decided to publish anyway.Chapter 1Adam Heller pulled off to the side of the driveway leading to his parents’ home. He noted the fresh coat of paint on the house. White gravel bordered the dirt drive. The
The Nutcracker Blizzard by greathands660
Snowed In Family Fun Pt. 03
The first notion I had of Patrick’s arrival was the sound of a snowmobile.It was afternoon on the fourth day without power – stranded by six feet of snow in our cabin up on Washington’s Mt. Rainer. Not that I’d minded. We had plenty of wood for heat, a small generator for lights, and food
A Female Santa meets the guard dog…_(5) by overmatch
What if Santa was a female? It was tight. Very tight. She suddenly remembered the house from last year as her tight dress scratched against the soot caked walls of the chimney. Nice house, big living room… hot resident. She smiled as she shuffled further down the brick walls, suddenly feeling a breeze come up
1981: Ski Trip
All characters in this story are over 18.Part 1: The Bus RideBack in 1981, when you were getting high on a coach bus you could slide the window open a few inches and exhale out into the wind. Of course, cigarette smoking was allowed on the bus back then which helped mask the smell of
A Christmas Menage a Trois
By Alexa ChamberlainThis is my entry into the Winter Holidays Story Contest 2023. Please rate and leave comments! I hope you enjoy it. This story is fiction, any similarities to real people are strictly coincidence. All sexual acts are by characters 18 or older.The annual drum corps Christmas party was always fun. No pressure, no
A Christmas to Remember
This is my entry for the Winter Holidays Story Contest 2023. Please check out the other entries, too.Squick alert: Contains incest.All participants in sexual activity are 18+. This is a work of fiction and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, and events is entirely coincidental and completely unintentional.##########The first thing I noticed was
Catching and taming a Snow Angel by Precious1
My first story was a true story and was on the sweet side but I promised to write about one of my recurring fantasies so here it is. I hope you enjoy it as much as I have. I woke up late missing my cup of morning coffee and more importantly the weather report. They
Home for the Holidays Pt. 02
Tiff had a lot to think about on her jog through the neighborhood. She had been woken up at dawn by her soon-to-be husband taking an emergency phone call from work. There was an unusual geological event in the Pacific, and he had to leave for the airport immediately. Tiffany was sad to drop him
BDSM Manor Ch. 15: Snowstorm
Rules of BDSM Manor – safety, respect, and consent.Note to reader: You will get more from these characters if you read the stories in order, but it’s not compulsory.Tess-O’Meter — Green-XMy balls were tight and hot. Throbbing with need, pulsating with tension.I gasped and my hips automatically rose, chasing the wet heat. My eyes flying
A Ski Weekend
We’re like any other married couple.We both have a brief if not educational sexual history. Nothing to write home about. Just the usual back seat of the car and blowjob stuff. I remember my first time. At 16 years old, I “did” my girl friend in her basement while watching TV. Her parents were both
HSL: A Christmas to Remember
‘Love is a candle. It must be kept burning. If ignored and forgotten, the hot wax will melt away, the fruits burn away, and the passion extinguished.”Angst is what keeps love burning. Being perfect is doomed to failure.’~~~~~Joseph and Ali had been dating for a few months, and the flame of their relationship flared with
Santa’s Cum Rag Pt. 01
All through the house, not a creature was stirring not even a mouse. Just 18yo Trisha lying on the couch with her legs spread wide. Just a faint buzzing sound from her vibrator and low exhilarating moans.Pushing the vibrator in an out a light sloshing sound appears as her juices splatter on the cushions.A jingle
Coming Home for Christmas
Yes, that’s right, I’m back. I don’t know for how long, but I missed writing again. So, those of you that know my stories, and even those first timers reading me, I sometimes take a long slow burn to get to the really dirty good stuff. I promise you no lack of sex, flirting and
Holiday Happenings
Cathy was shivering as she hurried to her Mustang in the school parking lot. She ignored all the whistles and comments from the students as the cold wind swirled around and blew her skirt up revealing her slim legs and pink panties. After starting the car she put on the heater but it blew nothing
The Special Gift on Christmas Eve
If you’ve read any of my stories, you know who I am and what I’m pretty much all about sexually. I stayed single until I was damn near forty and lived my sexual life to the fullest. There are many stories, some may seem to many like fantasy, but I’ve lived every one of them
Too Cold Not to Fuck
It was freezing in the tent. Never mind how hot and sunny it had been that afternoon, this high up in these old mountains the temperature had plummeted. I muttered another curse at my parents and tried to dig myself deeper into my sleeping bag.”Are you still awake too?” The whispered voice belonged to my
The Ski Trip
My family and I, were in the car on our way to a weekend of skiing.Dad had booked it as a surprise for us, after my stepsister and I had returned from college for the holidays, and it was an awesome way to start our vacation, before we would then head home from Christmas.Anyway, as
Blizzard Climbs
I glared outside at the snow sweeping the streets of New York City, and sighed. I hated the snow, although I was a so-called “winter baby”. Every hour or so, I would glance at the window-doors we had in my store, and squeak at the amount of snow that, somehow, managed the triple as time