NSFW stories

You are lying next to me, quiet, still. You're breathing is slow and steady. But I'm awake. I frown and give a little sigh. You shift in the bed and I lie still and quiet. I try not to think about what is on my mind. I try to sleep. But then I dream about it anyway and wake up even more tempted.   Underneath the covers, my hand finds their way inside my panties. I begin stroking my puffy soft pussy lips. They're hot and smooth. My warm palm feels good against them. I grind my hips and press tighter. My pussy is starting to get wet. I slide one finger in, and play with my clit. I feel the juices flowing. My hips jerk a little and I let out a soft moan.  You roll over to face me and I freeze. You settle down again and I finger myself a little more. Finding my pee hole now and slowly circling it. A small spurt escapes and I gasp. There's no extra protection on the bed tonight. I lie still again and wait a minute or two. Just as I think I'm safe I press my palm hard aga

He's tall, slim, wavy blond hair that's always kind of messy, but the cute kind, and has blue eyes. I've been sneaking looks at him. I guess it really doesn't count to say it that way. People are supposed to be paying attention to their professors anyhow. But I've been looking and daydreaming. I could say that my crush on him happened suddenly; some random day, some comment or gesture that sparked something. But that's not how it was at all. I fell for him the very first day of class. I'm pretty sure that I wasn't the only one. All those pretty little teens, fresh out of high school, thinking they are so grown up, getting all dolled up, trying to impress Mr. Hardy, the hot psych professor. At first I was kind of pissed. They were all flipping their hair, or swaying their hips as they walked, or just acting flirty in general. Those girls were practically throwing themselves at him. It didn't work. Right from the start he looked at them just like they

The movie was boring, but Allie didn't want to ruin the night by complaining about it. She and Nick were really hitting it off. And besides, she found him so hot, she didn't want to disappoint him when they were so close to the next step in their relationship. Allie got the vibe that tonight just might lead to sexual things.  So instead of frowning about Nick's taste in movies, she laughed when he laughed, gasped when he gasped, squeezed his hand every once in a while. Just being near him was so intoxicating, that she didn't dare leave his side. Besides Nick, Allie didn't really have anything else interesting to pay attention to, so she just kept sipping mindlessly on her extra large soda.   The movie was halfway over but her soda was finished. Her straw made a loud slurping sound, which made Nick turn to her and shake his head. Allie bashfully grinned at him, and shrugged her shoulders. It was meant to be a sort of silent apology, but the message got lost. He thoug

Nightmares. Sometimes I would have nightmares about a dark figure wearing a hat that covers his face. When the dreams started happening, he would tap on the glass with something silver that gleamed in the moonlight. The sound of the eerie tapping was always the end of the dream. The tapping sound would jolt me out of my sleep, giving me the fear of someone outside my window, the feeling of being watched.  As these creepy dreams continued I began to get used to hearing the taps in the window. I even stayed asleep, and in my dream I would lie frozen in fear and look back at the dark figure as he stood outside looking in. The nights that were black and dreamless were quiet and calm, yet I sort of missed him. A part of he had gotten used to the figure. I wanted him to watch me in the night. It was dark and dangerous. A turn-on.  In my dreams, as I lay there watching him watch me, I began to wonder what he wanted. Would he break in and attack me in my sleep? Was he a lost soul or a ghost th

 I spent most of my day inside, not being naughty at all. I have an hourly beep app on my phone to remind me to drink water. Sort of for omo, and sort of just because I like the idea of staying hydrated. Well, I had to pee, but I held it just for a small thrill because I was getting bored. There was also an increasing urge to poop. My intention was to hold for a few days and make it a really satisfying relieving one in some naughty way. So I held it a while and thought it was under enough control to go on a walk. But then I got this crazy idea in my head. Walk to the walking path and wet my camouflage pants and hope to find a spot to poop my pants. There's trees on either side of that path. But walking there means a five minute walk on a frontage road next to the freeway, and then twenty minutes or so through a residential neighborhood. Well you can predict what happened instead of my nice little inconspicuous plan. Three minutes into my walk, still on the frontage road, the po