Real Life Sex Stories

[Purple Haze]

Literotica is first and foremost a site for erotic stories, and quite a few people on this General Board have actually had sex. This is the thread to describe one of your hottest sessions, that exquisite pussy licking, the time your cock was more hard and erect than usual, that thunderous orgasm of yore. Try to keep it down to eight or twelve paragraphs, please. Take your time.

Ladies and Gentlemen, let's hear your real life fuck stories.

 

[TN_Vixen]

ooooh, good thread Hazie

um, let's start with the time I had sex bent over the balcony railing at my apt. complex several years ago. We'd been out drinking a little and had begun to play in the car. Once we climbed the stairs leading to my apt, things had gotten quite a bit more heated. Instead of going into my door, he led me over to the balcony that looked over the entire courtyard of apts. It was pretty well lit considering the hour so if anyone walked to the service building (laundry area) or up the back stairs behind us, we could easily be seen. It was late summer/early fall and so many of the windows to the apts. all around mine were open to let in the fresh air.

We were kissing heavily and one of his hands were up under my shirt fondling a breast... he was walking me backwards towards the railing, stopping only when the cool iron touched my back. Soon he had my shirt pushed up over my breasts and pulled the fabric down, uncovering both so he could lick, suck and nibble on my nipples. He was driving me wild, my hands were buried in his hair, eyes closed and mouth parted... he moved his hands to my hips and quickly flipped me around facing the courtyard and pulled down my shorts and panties, leaving them pooled at my feet. One of his hands gripped my hair at the nape of my neck and he bent me over the railing and ran his other hand between my legs testing my wetness. The next thing I knew, he slid deep inside me and began to fuck me right there. His hips slapped up against mine, our moans loud enough for anyone in my complex to hear. My tits were hanging over the railing and jiggling with each thrust. When he came, he pulled out and I squatted down, knees spread and took him into my mouth.

I still have no idea if anyone enjoyed that as much as we did.

 

[Dixon Carter Lee]

*whew*

Okay. You win.

 

[TN_Vixen]

pffft... confirms what I thought about you lit people

none of you have ever had real sex have you?

heh

 

[Dixon Carter Lee]

LOL

Actually, I've related my best exploits here before, and when I did I got all prosey and creative writingish, and I don't think I can work all that flash up again for the same stories.

So I'll tell a story about an intriguing night of sex, if not the "best".

After a gig in the Village one night I went out drinking with some of the comics and waitresses at Folk City. They'd let us in after hours, around 3 a.m., and we'd usually hang until 6 or so.

So I'm driking and playing darts with this cute new waitress, and we're flirting and sending signals and I know we're going to end up fucking. (You know how you just know.) We're talking about our lives and she leans in to me and says, "You know, I have another job." I ask her about it, because it seems like she wants to tell me. "I'm a call girl" she says.

I'm a bit thrown, but, hey, more than a bit intrigued, too. She digs how cool I am about it (what guy at 6am and horny wouldn't be cool about it?) and she says, "Let's go." Without talking about where we're going or what we're doing she hails a cab outside, and we head up to her place. First we pop into a Korean deli so she can get some ingredients to make me a Spanish Omelet (which I definitely don't need at this point).

We get inside her place -- a beautiful Towne House in Chelsea. A sleepy girl in a bathrobe says hello to us in the kitchen. And I suddenly realize something -- this is a whorehouse. That sleepy girl was a prostitute who lived here. It's a gorgeous and upscale whorehouse, but it's still a whorehouse. She's taken me back to where she works. I'm sobering up fast now.

She proceeds to make me the worst fucking omelete in the history of breakfast, which I wolf down as quickly as possible. Then she leads me by the hand to her "room".

The room is spare, but nice, and very clean. On the stand is some hand cream, tissues, and I'm pretty sure the drawers were full of condoms. In the closet is a large supply of extra sheets. We proceed to make the bed. Obviously the sheets of this bed were changed often.

At this point neither of us has said anything about my staying, or about sex, or about his being a whorehouse. It was all just happening, and I was happy to go with the flow. I was pretty young, about 24, and I had no idea why such an experienced young lady of the evening would be going out of the way to have intercourse with me, much less make me an omelete. But I'm happy to keep my mouth shut.

We crawl into the cold bed, clothes on. I'm surprised by how shy this all is. She doesn't act like a prostitute. She's acting like some girl I just picked up at a college campus.

We shrug off our clothes and roll into each other. Sometimes I really like that. I like having no touching, no kissing, no rubbing, no foreplay; just hours of anticipation and chilly air -- and then suddenly it's all warm nakedness, legs intertwining, the sudden feel of pubic hair on your thigh and hot breath against your lips. It was a sudden, quick, furious fuck. We screwed a couple of times, in a variety of positions I'd never tried before.

She was the first girl I ever had who talked dirty. "Fuck my pussy!" and the like. And she was the first girl I ever took from behind who liked to lay down on the bed flat while I pounded her from above. Good for the traction. I liked that.

And just knowing that there were probably six or seven other girls in the Towne House, all sleeping, all prostitutes, all probably as beautiful and clean as this girl, all just a few feet away in rooms full of cream and condoms just like this one, made the whole tyst even sweeter.

And, yeah, I was getting if for free, so there was that, too.

We saw each other on and off for a year or so after that, until she disappeared (went to jail for conspiracy to hijack a plane -- she definitely started hanging with the wrong crowd). Eventually she moved to a building in Battery Park, which I think was partially destroyed on September 11.

All of our encounters were fun. Sometimes I'd finger-fuck her in a taxi going downtown. Once she blew me while I was on the phone talking to my family. Often she'd come to me directly from "Work", hot and horny as hell from a day spent keeping her libido in check while her customers got off on and in her.

Because of her, though I took my first AIDS test sometime around 1986. Fucking AIDS took the fun out of everything.

I wonder if she's still out there somewhere? She called me once years ago to let me know she was doing well and getting her life in order. But I was nearly engaged at that point, and I didn't arrange to meet her (though she wanted to). I hope she is alive and well.

And I hope she's learned to cook.

 

[just_so_mmmmm]

wow

 

[Purple Haze]

Well over fifteen years ago I found myself in a hotel room partying it up with my bandmates and a few girls that came to visit. After a couple of joints and a few Canadian beers, I found myself sitting on a bed next to a very quiet and shy girl, she was very cute. After a lot of yakkin' and joking, our eyes suddenly locked, and we leaned toward eachother for the longest kiss ever. The party became silent as we slowly became horizontal, still kissing, electricity shooting through our bodies that the whole room could feel. The room was still silent as we finally got up of the bed and excused ourselves to the empty hotel room I was sharing with the soundman.

Once inside, we continued kissing while we frantically removed eachother's clothes and pounded on top of the quilted bedspread, sucking on lips and tongues for literally hours. The planets aligned that night, our bodies were made for eachother, and though I was barely into my twenties, it was very odd for me to regain hardness so many times in one night and early morning. We were so in a vibe, it was uncanny, without warning I pulled out of her and so easily slid into her ass with one long glide to the hilt, face to face, her legs up and over my shoulders. We kissed some more.

I met up with this girl again a couple of weeks later, and it was never the same again, ever. Truly, one of life's mysteries.

 

[MidnightAngel]

My lover was home on leave from the Navy. As we didn't get to spend much time together, all we did when he was home was have sex. One particular evening, it all started as usual....and went on, and on, and on. We had sex in every conceivable position (and a few that I think we made up!); on the bed, the floor, you name it. It was amazing! This went on for six hours straight.

The next morning, we were both too sore to move.

Still have the same lover; but we've never been able to repeat that performance.

 

[lasciviously_yours]

I Can't Resist Throwing This In ~~ *again*

It was Ministry ...at the Gothic theater in Denver.
I was wearing a much shorter skit then appropriate. I was pushed against the stage and I could feel the guy behind me rubbing up against me. At first, I thought it he was just moving to the music...Ah, no. It was not too much longer and I could feel that he had a hard on. I glanced over my shoulder but the way the crowd of people were compacted in the front, I had a hard time seeing his face. I egged it on by pushing my ass out and rubbing it against his hard-on.
He put his hand on my ass, and when he realized (I am assuming) that I was not going to slap him, he reached his hands under my skirt and pushed my thong to the side. I bent over the stage as far as I could (I was so happy he was taller!) and I could feel him put his cock inside of me. He reached around my front with his left hand and played with my nipple through my shirt. Between the music, the nipple play, and the fact that I was doing something SO deliciously naughty, it did not take me very long to come. We fucked that way through 4 songs...I felt him come inside me, he took out his cock, and his come dripped down my leg and into my Doc Martin boot! When I could finally turn around, I had no idea who it was. No one standing behind me seem to have a look of anything unusual about them. I never did find out who it was. Was never sure of his face. No one reacted any differently towards me after the show, and again, because of how tightly the bodies were down front, I am pretty sure that no one was
the wiser.
I still masturbate thinking about that...it was almost 10 years ago!

 

[SexuallyGifted]

MA, You know I am ready to repeat that 6hr's anytime you are, Or do better next time

 

[KillerMuffin]

Muffin and her horsey

Okay, I was... we'll make it 18 for the sake of the site.

Where was I? Oh yeah. I was *snicker* 18 and my boyfriend and I were playing hookey from school. The best place to do that was out in the small wildlife area behind the slough because no one goes there during the week. The only way to get there properly is on a horse. We packed a picnic lunch in the saddlebags and we took a friend's horse in case mom came looking for us. Said friend was elsewhere that week and Domino is a fabulous horse to ride double one. He's a Percheron/Appaloosa cross. Loved him to death. Anyway, 'nuff backstroy.

He was a rich boy who went to the Catholic school across town. He rode horses, but didn't have his one. He never saw the appeal of it beyond the fact that chicks dig horses. He preferred his car because it was not only less maintenance, it got him across town to me. His style of riding had been mostly dressage, English and all that fancy rot. My personal preference was bosal and a bareback. For this little outing we used an Austrailian saddle and the bosal.

He was a bit on the stuffy side, as well. He always told me that he loved my wildness, because it excited him. The proof was in his pants. At the time I didn't realize that most teenaged boys were excited like that when the wind shifted. It embarrassed him, too. He didn't like it when I "acted up" in front of his friends, but he loved it as well because it made them jealous. The last thing he ever thought about was coitus de cheval. I hadn't thought about it either, I couldn't imagine him getting naked where there might be other people. Of course, I never imagined he'd play hookey either.

He took the saddle and I got pillion, simply because he wanted to try out the horse and I wanted to rub up against his ass. He could be such a prick, but he had the sweetest ass. Domino was about as complacent as they come, he could have cared less who did what on his back. He wasn't impressed with Domino. I never got Domino's opinion on the matter.

We rode around in the slough area for a while, up and down the various trails. The more we went the hotter I got. I was rubbing against him all the time, body to body. It was hot, and not just the temperature. My hands got a little excited and started all over his body. He leaned back against me and let me touch him. Well, until I started on his jeans. That was a no-no. His weakness was his neck. He loved to have me breathe on his neck, nibble on it, lick it, suck it, particularly under the ear. He was already hard, his dick was drooling, and he didn't have enough willpower to resist me.

To make a long story a little less long, we got mostly naked. I lost my boots somewhere out there and my shirt. I managed to keep my jeans and underwear. He kept his on, but he did get a saddle burn because he took his jeans off. That wasn't really cool.

He drove, I sat on him facing aft. I just wrapped my arms and legs around him and hung on. There wasn't any need to move. When a horse walks it rocks the body almost in a semicircle. When a horse trots, well, that hurt. The canter, though, oooohhh my. I screamed so loud toward the end that it scared the hell out of the horse. Of course, he didn't help, he stuck his hand down between us.

PCG, you need to teach him.

 

[SGTBIGDOG420]

Ok I will tell you of the wildest girl I ever dated:

It was right before I went into the marines I met this girl in the small town down the road from where I lived and we dated for about 3 months it was all I could take she had me dehydrated and shriveld up to about 20 pounds, but I digress. one time as I was driving her home on a cool fall evening I had the t-tops off my car the wind blowing through our hair, when all of a sudden she begins taking off her clothes. well I can take a hint pretty well and stripped off mine as well, we were nude and playfull and she climbed over the consuel and slid right down on my dick and started fucking the shit out of me. I was in heaven and hell at the same time,enjoying the sex and trying to keep from killing us. I started getting into it and looked down at the speedo, oh my god were doing 110 so i figured we might better pull over and finish on the hood down by the spring.


I have since lost track of this wonderfull free spirited soul but I think of her somtimes with a fondness reserved for the best sex partners. I wonder were she is now?

 

[Purple Haze]

These are cool stories, kind of like "reality" porn.

Truth can be stranger than fiction.

Surely there must be more people here that have had sex, and can write a little.

 

[Phil333]

lol reality porn ....

yea anyone else have any stories??

 

[TN_Vixen]

these are great stories!

come on everyone, join in and share a true sex story with us.

I have more and will tell if you do. ;-)

 

[Purple Haze]

What, do I have to make a fucking list?

RubyFruit

C'mon, you've seen more ass than a subway restroom.

*bratcat*

I know you can curl my toes.

ShyTall Guy

Any good wankin' tales? Suggestions?

Marxist

I've heard about your bedroom savvy[/b]

Syphyillis

Did you ever meet Ben Kanobi?

Askacumslut{/b]

Nothing? I don't believe you.

Mistress

You must have stories.

lavender

Couldn't you at least copy and paste something?

I'm hurt, and you all suck.

Writers, my ass.

LMAO!

 

[Calamity Jane]

Re: Muffin and her horsey

PCG, you need to teach him.

Maybe I need to buy that Percheron cross I've been wanting for weeks... it'd be easier on her than my thoroughbred anyway, eh?

Someday he'll be able to ride... i may be 110 by then, but it'll happen.

 

[Angel]

I had sex once.

 

[notenufsx4me]

i have several. i am saving them for stories. my better half thinks they are just stories. i have one about the wednesday with three different ladies after a long dry spell almost ready for an editor.

someday i need to write up the one when i dated the nympho for three weeks.

and if i ever finish room for rent..damn!

all of my stories are 80-95 percent real. i just have to finish them.


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