UpSkirt, Sitting Uppie, and Downblouse Paradise Heterosexual man pretends to be gay for voyeuristic pleasure in seeing an endless parade of panties, bras, tits, and pussies. It took me a while but I found a loophole in the sexual nonsense that exists between men and women. Here I was all these years unsuccessfully trying to pickup women in bars to have sex...
Her big sister's boyfriend does Sarah – Part I Sarah's "first time" sex story that she finally told me was more than a little surprising and very entertaining...and much more memorable than my first time. Perhaps a harbinger of her sexual re-awakening many years later. As mentioned previously (sorry for the long story hiatus), my wife Sarah has become a l...
The neon sign outside said The Back Room, or at least it was supposed to. Three of the letters had burned out and never been replaced, so what it actually said was The Broom, and that's what it was called by its degenerate patrons. It could generously be called a bar, but in truth it was a hole in the wall. The pool tables were scratched to hell, and used le...
I pushed my tongue deep into Beth's moist snatch then nibbled at her erect clit until her thighs began to tremble. I had to be careful to swallow every precious drop of her tart cum lest I mess up the bed sheets. Under my lips and tongue I could feel her vagina quiver and pulse, but I slowed down, because if Beth orgasmed that would pretty much the end of ou...
Authors note: It has been a good bit of time between chapters and for that I am truly sorry, but life happens. I very much appreciate feedback, so if you like this series (or even if you don't), please feel free to let me know. As always a vote is appreciated too. Disclaimer: This is a work of sexual fiction; use of condoms, getting tested, and use of bir...
This is a continuation of this series, if you don't read at least part 1, you probably won't understand the setting very well. When Mike awoke a second time, Fifi was gone and Stephanie was still mostly covered in cum sleeping on the floor beside him. He felt a little from napping on the floor, and when he reached up to rub his neck, he realized that he had...
Dear Glenda, Hi. How are you? I don't know if you remember me or not, but I used to be your sister Eileen's husband, David. I'm not sure if my writing to you is welcome but I thought I'd give it a try. Glenda, I remember all the good times we had. Like the time you and I were working on enlarging your grand mother's room and you were trying to knock out a...
My first real sex was anal intercourse. I know that's the sexual equivalent to running a marathon before you even know how to walk, but that's what happened. I was eighteen and just out of high school. For the past two years, I had been seeing the same guy, Jerry. We both came from fairly strict Mormon families, and this explained why we had not progressed...
Thanks for everyone's patience! As always, all characters are over 18. ***** Day 8 continued. I wolfed down the food provided (a perfectly cooked steak) and waited around in the hotel suite, wondering what would happen. What did Big Brother mean by 'roommates'? I thought over the bizarreness of the past few weeks. I'd entered a reality TV show, calle...
Angela stepped off the curb and crossed her way over to the park. It was a warm, yet somewhat muggy night, which was uncommon for mid-April. Her long shirt hung widely and low which accentuated the width of her hips, but concealed the pudge of her belly that protruded over and rested on top of her waist. The way everything under her shirt appeared outwardly...