Sexy Stories

free sexy storiesSexy Stories by Cara Sutra

Welcome to the Cara Sutra sex blog where you can find countless free sexy stories and erotic tales to seduce your imagination, reawaken your libido and reignite the passion in your solo or shared sexual playtimes.

I write sexy stories which I find incredibly arousing to me, in the hope that other people will find them intoxicatingly evocative, too. Written filth is a medium which entices and stimulates like no other. We interpret the written word according to our experiences, our preferences… our kinks. Characters with deep personalities but vague physical outlines are fleshed out by your own imagination, depending on exactly how you’d like them to look. They are given voices by your own mind, speaking the words as written on the page, whispering erotica to you in a perfect growl or purr.

My sexy stories are borne from the deepest, darkest recesses of my depraved imagination. They can start as just a tendril of an idea, a glimpse of an erotic situation, a pondering over a ‘what if…’ – and before I know it, I’m fleshing out an entire scene based around that one erotic element.

My sexual interests and kinks are wide and varied, so my sexy stories are, too. The themes range from traditional vanilla sex, loving sex scenes within a relationship, whether hetero or gay/lesbian/bisexual. They could be an imaginative extension of reality, a snippet of my own sex life caricatured for your erotic pleasure. I’m also incredibly kinky, and love being a part of the BDSM scene. Some of my sexy stories reflect this strong interest, with themes such as ageplay (DD/lg kink), FemDom, chastity, bondage, edge play, spanking, humiliation, forced orgasms and a whole lot more.

I hope you enjoy reading through my sexy stories and erotic tales.

Here are just a few examples of the free sexy stories you can find at Cara Sutra:

Bundled Into The Gang Bang Van

“It shocked me to realise I was awaiting their next move with not so much apprehension as excitement. Terrified, shocked, vulnerable excitement, the thrill of knowing something is definitely going to happen and you’re powerless to control it. I was ready. My cunt was ready, slick and puffy and opening like a blossom awaiting the strike. My clit was ready, hard and twitching and straining for stimulation; any stimulation, gentle or cruel.”

The Wedding: What’s Yours Is Mine

“As I approached the happy, newly-wed couple, I saw that they’d finally disentangled from their vow-sealing kiss and were slowly returning to reality. I was close enough now to enjoy first the confusion registering on both their faces, then the blood draining from his as he caught sight of me. As if my very presence was leeching the blood from his veins and absorbing it into my leathers.”

Pretty When I Cry

pretty when I cry - sexy stories

“My mouth was desperate to taste him and not only taste that salty, hot piece of him but to feel the pulsing flesh and the perfect shape of it between my lips and fucking my throat. He hardly needed to force my head on to it because I was so eager to be throat-fucked, to inspire those creamy beads of pre-cum to his tip, for them to spill out into my mouth and be relished and swallowed and keep on sucking for more. I sucked on him hard and enthusiastically. I greedily circled the head of his cock and the frenulum with my tongue then plunging my head down on his shaft, cheeks sucked in to give that tight contact to his cock and hitting my tonsils with his tip, matching my racing heart beat for beat.”

Summer Garden Party: Fountain of Relief

“The low rumble of a hum began somewhere deep inside me and grew increasingly stronger, until there was no ambiguity as to the cause. The phallus plugging my tight hole right up to the hilt was being controlled remotely, and my back began to strain and arch involuntarily as the vibrations grew to a mind-searingly arousing level.
I was glad of the recent splash of water on my tonsils; I screamed as best I could with the wide dental gag restricting my yelps. From the surge in chafing at each ankle connection with my fountain partners, I guessed the button had brought their phallic anal plugs to life, too.”

Hood Ornament

“He was the first of many. If I’d been counting, I’d have lost count; but I didn’t dare, and I wasn’t sure I remembered how to count. Being fucked by one cock -whether you agree or not- is breathtaking enough, but by what felt like several hundred cocks in one afternoon… At first the different sizes caused me to twitch and squirm in my bonds, as they fucked my held-open cunt one after the other. Unceasing fucking from long but slender cocks, shorter fat ones, and painfully large types which made me cry out as I could do nothing but stare straight ahead in terror or squeeze my eyes closed against the tears which fell. My body disagreed, my cunt greedy for yet more…”

Summer Garden Party: Fountain of Relief

The fountain elicited a chorus of open-mouthed wails. The heat of the sun and humiliation hit my exposed clit and spread labia, slicking them with hungry need. My body kept forgetting it was in such secure bondage; each leg kept pointed upwards and outwards, unable to bend. How I wished I could arch my back completely, then curl into a ball and keep this feeling of humiliation-fuelled hot desire as my own private masturbatory tool.

Cucked Pleasure Cruise

Unable to touch his Mistress, to support himself with anything but his hands on the edge of the bunk, I felt his nose and open mouth mashed uncontrollably against my parted, cream coated labia. The thrill of the sensation made me to seep a generous amount of hot creampie directly on him.

Holiday Sex Antics

Sometimes you just cannot account for things that make you laugh out loud but embarrass you to the core. Such a thing happened to me the year before last while my man and I were employed in a little holiday sex.

Slave Santa And His Cruel Mistress

She took a few extra deep breaths for good measure. He looked as if he might faint at any moment. She needed to wrap this up before she orgasmed right there in her seat, saturating the tightly zipped fabric against her pulsing labia and exposed clit.

Cara Sutra and Alex Jordaine Talk FemDom

I initially discovered Alex Jordaine’s FemDom erotic fiction when I read ‘Mistress of Torment’, the very first of his highly acclaimed ‘Mistress’ series of books. I thoroughly enjoyed it -and he remains one of my favourite writers a dozen such novels later.

Bound To Serve… As A Sex Slave

After several months' training, both mental and physical, her slave was able to handle one of her ferocious whippings simply through tears, gritted teeth and with only a few sweary slip-ups. He'd learnt that lesson fast, she thought, her smile widening even further. An extra 5 minutes lashing for every curse he spat in her direction soon had him holding his tongue.

Bundled Into The Gang Bang Van

Once again, I gave silent thanks for the almost total darkness which covered my flush of humiliation. The sensation of my own cursed wetness smearing and being pulled tightly over my clit and cunt lips, then between my arse cheeks, was almost enough to make me beg for a rough hard fucking. I didn't even care which hole any more. Cunt, arse, either. Both.  

The Masturbatrix

Her last orgasm had been less than 15 minutes ago, and from the way her breasts were rising and falling, the breaths drawn raggedly through her nostrils, it wouldn't be long before she'd surrender to another. Her eyelids would flutter, eyes behind enjoying the views and sensations of strangely recurrent dreams, her mind in another world – completely unaware of reality.

Finally, Some Time Alone

I felt my clit tingle beneath my skinny jeans, under the lace of my G-string. Suddenly I was hyper aware of my breasts, the hardening of my nipples, and the fact that my pussy lips felt like they wanted to part, begging to be filled and pleasured.

Strip Show For Him

Slipping my fingers between the slender black elastic and my body, I started to move them downwards over my hips. Such a struggle not to rush it, in my lust-induced frenzy. I turned yet again to reveal the string being pulled down between my buttocks first, and as slowly as I could lowered both the g-string and the top half of my body to peel it down between my legs.  

Hood Ornament

Everything about me loathed this, hated that it was happening. Everything about me, that is, apart from my traitorous pussy which obediently and happily produced lubrication for his urgently penetrating member. The fact I was restrained, unable to do anything but comply, plus the loud urging from the audience meant he blew his hot load deep inside my cunt before too long.  

Turned On By His Tears

As the barrier crashes down within him, crumbling to reveal his true self, tears then finally begin to form. I see the subtlest glint and can't help wetting my own lips with my tongue in anticipation –in between my incessant tirade, the code to unlock his complete submissive self.