Public sex short story by Simone Francis
“What here, in public, with all these people around? I dare you.”
Lance lazed back on the bed, sounds of the seaside town’s carnival echoed up from the seafront three floors below but he was more captivated by the vision on the balcony. Joanne was leaning forward to get a better view, the sunlight showing the silhouette of her round bottom and long legs as it shone through her ankle length summer dress.
I like creating stories about women exploring kinky sexy for the first time. The idea of seeing something private and then receiving an invitation to watch is enticing. And there’s always the next step…
I watched the removal truck trundle back down the road and turned to look at the boxes piled in my new home. How could one woman accumulate so much and lose a husband, all in thirty-six years? I suppose the first thing to do is to find the kettle and the dildo, since I was now officially single.
Sexy Short Story. When your sexy neighbour offers to wash your car are you going to refuse?
Sometimes it’s just fun to write about people enjoying unexpected sex.
She was wearing a pair of sexy, satin shorts and a white T-shirt. There were a couple of points pushing at the thin material that caught my attention as there was no bra holding them back.
A sexy short story. A middle aged woman satisfies her longing in the moonlight
I was awake, lying naked, uncovered, on the bed; the hot humid air felt like a suffocating blanket, confining me, holding me down. My husband lay snoring beside me in a deep, dreamless, sleep; his naked body flowing over the bed.
Two mature ladies decide to have a little fun – and end up having a lot, in this very naughty short story
Diana gazed out of the window of her penthouse flat. The agent’s blurb had eulogised the sea views from the living room, but it was the view from the kitchen window that she found most stimulating. In the sunshine, four floors below, a group of young men were lounging around the pool, light glistening off their muscular bodies and conspicuous bulges in the front of their trunks. Occasionally one of them would dive into the pool to cool off and, as he emerged the wet material would cling to his body leaving very little to her imagination.
‘What I wouldn’t give to feel one of those again,’ she said.