Public Sex Stories

Geneticists challenge each other to create the human modification that makes everyone hypersexual. More imagination teasing than actual sex scenes.

A The Chronicles of Dan Hayward Story
On this day, the Haywards attend a special charity night at the Go Go Club

These are some of the true "adventures" recounted from interviews I have had with the pain slut and whore, Moanali. If you ever wanted to get a look into the mind of someone who craves sex and humiliation and stimulation 24/7/365, check this story out.

Riya was a successful woman. She was the manager of a multi-national company in India. She was extremely hot with a figure to die for. Her boobs were so big that every man wanted to feel them. She had been recently divorced. This milf was sexually starving. She is gangbanged by lower casts.

A sex story of a widow indian hotwife

A passionate quickie turns dangerous.

This is a fantasy story I have been working on for a while, which has sort of been completed. I have been working on it for quite some time, but as you can tell, it does not yet have a name. I will work on that eventually.

A Filthy Tales for Wicked Grown-Ups Story
In Starwick, Cinderella doesn’t dream of rescue—she dreams of power. When a mysterious seamstress gifts her a scandalous gown and a spell with a warning, she crashes the royal ball like a dare in heels. But this isn’t a tale of glass slippers and true love. It’s a smutty little tale of lust, rebellion, and choosing what burns. Midnight won’t break the spell—she will. And the prince? He’s just the first thing she makes hers.

A My Sister Hated Thunderstorms. Story
Sam Fletcher walks the fields with his forewoman, Leona Abraham, meeting many of the workers. Mary Fletcher, Ellie’s sister-in-law, introduces her to one of the perks of local shopping and meeting farm labourers. Donny and Sarah make new friends.

One bar. One look. A night neither of them was ready for. In "The Stain We Left", two strangers lock eyes and end up tangled in sweat, wine, and something dangerously close to obsession. Told in raw, unfiltered dual POV, this story doesn’t fade after the last thrust—it drips, aches, and smolders into the next morning. Her thighs are still slick with him. His mouth still tastes like her. And neither of them is done.