At dusk, he begins to prepare me for what lies ahead of us tonight. He bathes me first. I kneel in the steamy, lavender-scented bath water, facing him. He smoothes liquid soap over my body, into every hollow and over every curve, relaxing me completely, making my skin glow. He tells me to lie back so he can coat my pussy with soft white shaving cream, then d...
My wife and I were supposed to meet some friends for a nice dinner before we got together at their place. Etiquette required my wife to wear a short stylish skirt and an almost see thru blouse. She really looked great. Well, for some reason or other our friends cancelled at the last minute. So after dinner we took a walk around town. As we walked among the...
I'm not given to hyperbole. So when I tell you that every tap of her nails on the keyboard was a tap on my glans, you will understand. Waiting for the typing to stop and the mail icon to light up was torturous. My stomach tightened, my scrotum drew up and I'm pretty sure I held my breath each and every time. Needless to say, my work was suffering. <POP&g...
This is a reworking of a part of a story posted in another section. It contains interracial sex! If that offends you, MOVE ON!! * Jason woke to the hiss of the air brakes and the lurch as the interstate bus slowed and exited the expressway. He sighed heavily and languidly stretched his well-muscled body. He was thankful that the rear bench seat was vacant....
Another in my series of short stories. Prof. Davis Drives it Home "She's exhausted." Kyla said from the passenger seat of the rental car. "Yeah," I responded. "She's out already. Poor thing. She was up all night. Every time that she drifted off, someone came in and woke her up to check on her. She'll probably sleep all of the way home." "I feel so bad...
It was late on a hot summer night in July. The dinner theatre was boring, really not for me. The only redeeming quality about it was the girl I had brought with me. The theatre was separated into various tables grouped around the stage. We choose a table in the middle and sat with friends. The theatre seated the girls on one side and my buddy and I on the ot...
Lindsay had been texting me for days after we met at the restaurant. I'd turned her into a little slut begging for my cock. She wasn't about to give up my dick for her husband's little sissy dick. We had been sexting nonstop since the other night so I knew she was pretty horny by now. I had been very busy with work and our schedules hadn't synced where we co...
Several years ago, while I was in Memphis on a business trip, I decided to visit an adult theater after reading about incidents in an alternative newspaper. Decked out in khaki cargo shorts, loafers and a polo shirt, I left my hotel in the general direction of the airport. I found the address of the adult bookstore/theater and parked the rental car near the...
We were on the way to my boyfriend's family cabin up in the hills. I was looking forward to it. Spring break at our college just couldn't come fast enough. I had packed a small bag with very little clothing. I was planning on laying in the sun on the dock of his pond and getting an all-over tan. The only other clothing I packed was a bikini, some denim short...
Being in a relationship with me means hearing these words every few months, "get your ass in the back seat, get your clothes off, and don't speak unless you are spoken to", and then once nude, "start without me." It's always playful; the first time I did it I wasn't playing, I was irritated. Her name was Marsha, we had been dating in a D/s-in-the-bedroom re...