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Yoga Class

by Hornyman69WithU on Sep 14, 2017
Erotic Couplings

This is the second story I've written about auto-fellatio--sucking one's own cock--not to be confused with the practice of mouthing the tailpipes of motor vehicles. Read "Auto-Fellatio" if you like the topic or want some more background for this story. As soon as I found out there was such a thing as dick-sucking, I knew it would definitely feel great. At t...

Auto-Fellatio

by Hornyman69WithU on Sep 14, 2017
BDSM

Towards the latter part of college, I was in a long-term relationship with Jessica, whose roommate Laura and she and I all got into a drunken conversation late one night. We started telling the corniest jokes we knew, and when it was my turn, I told this one: Hillbillies Billy Ray and Billy Bob were sitting on the front porch whittling while their old hound...

The Dionysus Project Ch. 12

by FP37 on Sep 15, 2017
BDSM

Moriarty was led into a darkened room by Penelope, the solitary window covered by a heavy blind. She counted seven figures, only one a male, sitting in a semi circle in the centre of the room. Fleming enjoyed the middle chair, flanked by Patterson and another blonde in a business suit. Moriarty was unsettled by their blank stares as she stepped into the circ...

Unsimulated Sex in Mainstream Film

by cand86 on Sep 16, 2017
Reviews & Essays

Not too long ago, John Cameron Mitchell released his widely-anticipated film "Shortbus" (and I've just been too busy to go out and get it, until now). The movie has been pretty revolutionary, very controversial, and quite talked about, all because it features non-simulated sex scenes. Of course, he's not the first to do so- many other movies, lots of them E...

Fascination! Ch. 05

by bess_armstrong on Aug 31, 2020
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

Carrie Adriatico paced back and forth, looking over at the high, dew-drenched grass. It nearly reached up to the bottom of the freshly-painted Bed & Breakfast sign. "Ugh, where is he?!" she exclaimed, still pacing. "He couldn't make it last week...now, he's late..." The stunning - and meticulous - 38-year-old brunette retreated back inside, and her timing...

Addicted to His Own Semen

by TongaFrank on Mar 27, 2018
Fetish

I should probably preface the story I am about to share by stating explicitly that I have never had a sexual experience with another man, nor do I find the idea appealing. I do not wish to offend anyone whose sexual appetite differs from mine, but I am strictly a heterosexual, for better or worse, attracted to women, specifically my wife of many years, altho...

The Truth About Jeff

by LeslieBlue on Sep 12, 2017
Letters & Transcripts

Hi, LeslieBlue, Boy, your bio makes an old man like myself want to jump your bones! I am a retired history teacher, caring for an invalid wife (my childhood sweetheart, severely brain injured in an auto accident the month she completed her Ph.D. way back in 1984). And so I have lots of time to surf the web, reading erotica and trying to correspond with beau...

The Dionysus Project Ch. 15

by FP37 on Sep 14, 2017
BDSM

Roberta Rodriguez began her career in the security profession as a Saturday night guard in the local mall, walking the dark and empty passageways and climbing the sleeping elevators while the rest of the city enjoyed the height of the weekend. As a young woman without either children or a criminal record, it was easy to find such menial work that required on...

The Dionysus Project Ch. 10

by FP37 on Sep 15, 2017
BDSM

Dean was led into a small hall containing only a small table bearing a television surrounded by a dozen young men and women in white coats. He saw Moriarty, with her clipboard, standing in the centre of the group. The closing of the door alerted the entire room to his presence and all eyes turned to him as he walked across the hall. The small screen was show...

Shopped

by Malinov on Sep 12, 2017
Group Sex

Cindy checked her phone again as she approached the building it designated. Unconvinced, she pulled a small notebook from her purse and checked the address written there. She compared the written address with the address her phone directed her to. She compared them both with the address carved on the facade of the building. A moment was wasted deciding wheth...