Sexting Buddies Novels & Stories

Thorian's Perspective As I found myself immersed in a thrilling football match with my friends, the familiar voice of someone in the distance caught my attention. "Look, it's Ashley and her dance buddies," came the taunting remark. Intrigued, I turned my head to observe the source of this comment, and there she was, Ashley, surrounded by a group of individuals she referred to as her "dance buddies." Although, it was clear that some folks had other, less flattering names for them, with one particularly crude addition, "More like fuck buddies."

“I never thought I’d live to see the day.” “I do have to run something by you and I want your honest opinion.” “Sure.” “Is it bad that I don’t like the feeling of us having sex and her immediately dipping afterward?” “Absolutely. Did she stay the night?” “Yeah, but I had to basically threaten her, and then she left this morning without saying anything.” “As she should. It sounds like you’re trying to complicate your little arrangement and if you can’t abide by the fuck buddy rules then you need to end whatever y’all have going on and cut your losses.”

Zach. Me: I’m sure. You’re the teasing type. I’ll bet it makes you hot thinking about how I’ll rip those panties off you. So, tell me… how tiny are they? Her: So tiny they barely conceal me. I almost choked on my beer. It was getting hot. We had been through this before. When we sext each other, we usually end up having sex in the shed. But the problem was that we were a thousand miles away from home and we were surrounded by nosy cousins, aunts, uncles, and our parents. But I was not sure I could wait until tomorrow night to make love to her.

"I tried! I was like, 'Dexter, seriously? I'm not gay, and I'm definitely not suffering from erectile dysfunction as you have seen! I just… haven't found the right person yet, alright?' But of course, that wasn't enough for him. He gave me this look, like he was still skeptical, and said, 'Well, your equipment seems to be working just fine, so maybe it's time you started putting it to good use, huh?'" "'You're thinking way too much about this whole 'right person' business,' he went on. 'There's a little something called casual sex, my friend. You know, one-night stands, fuck buddies, no strings attached, just two people getting together to make each other very, very happy. It's a win-win, re

“I don’t understand? You didn’t do to Celine what you did to me before, but you still hurt her feelings. You haven’t changed.” “I will talk to her.” I quickly blocked the door. “No. You can’t talk to my sister anymore.” “What do you want?” he asked firmly. “Have sex with me like before?” My palm quickly flew to both his cheeks as I stared at him. I became his fuck buddy for the whole of high school not because I wanted to. He invited me to have a drink because, and because I have a big crush on him at that time, there was no doubt that I went. He got me drunk until I didn't know what was going on, I just woke up in his room with both of us naked. He had a video that he would spread it if he

-Veronica Langford- It had been three days since I last heard from him—my sext buddy. Ever since the video call where we both masturbated watching each other, he hasn’t replied to any of my text messages. I had spent my time waiting for a response, staring at my phone, refreshing the app like a desperate, horny teenager. Every time my screen lit up, my heart would skip a beat, only to sink when it wasn’t him. I had now become attached to someone I didn’t even know. The way he made me feel so good from just texts made me crave and look forward to his messages

Jenny let out a quiet chuckle before nodding. "Yeah. Him." I stared at her for a moment, trying to piece everything together. Felix had been her fuck buddy. At least, that's what she'd always called him. They never dated. There were no labels, no promises, no expectations. Just sex whenever it suited both of them. "You're still in touch?" I asked. "Yes." She shrugged like it wasn't a big deal. "We're still fucking." My eyebrows lifted. She said it so casually, like she was talking about the weather.

the bartender asked, pouring the second. "You could say that." Alex took a smaller sip this time. Three drinks in, his filter dissolved completely. "You know what's bullshit?" He was louder than necessary, but who cared? "Friendship. Total bullshit." The bartender raised an eyebrow but kept wiping glasses. "Ten years. Ten fucking years I've been there for her. And now what? She's ghosting me because I got a little hard? Is that a crime?" His heart pounded as he ran unsteady fingers through his hair.

“You gave it a shot. Fuck buddies aren't everyone’s glass of tea. Somebody was in the long run going to feel something, and I’m too bad that it was you.” “But that dick, though,” Maeve said, her glass in front of her mouth. Everyone but Sydney begun snickering, an mayhem of happy songs. She proceeded to crush Cassie’s hand in singular support. “You’re so bad,” Cassie pushed Maeve’s shoulder. “What?” Maeve said, holding out her arms. “You were the one who said it was massive!” Cassie looked off into the separate, recollecting the to begin with time they had wild animalistic sex, the way her legs had separated for him like the Ruddy Ocean, prodding her sweet nectar. It made her horny but moreo

"Well, since we are being so adult, why don't get a, what do you all call it, a fuckbuddy?" Molly snorted in her soda, "DAD! Really? I cannot believe my father would suggest such a thing." I shrugged, "Well, I hear it's a thing. You get a friend, who I guess isn't relationship material but is good at satisfying you, right?" Molly laughed, "Yeah, that's the pitch. I have a few friends that tried that. Not as advertised. Short story, they're married and cheating, or quick shooters, ya know? No. Like you, I'm stuck being celibate and employing the age-old solution."