Author's note: as should be obvious to everyone, everything I write is pure fiction. Some of the sex acts depicted are not realistic. Do not try this at home. Everything here is my own work, which I freely and unconditionally license to anyone who wants to publish it on a share-alike basis as long as it is legal to do so in your jurisdiction and done with go...
edited by Susurrus * By one that afternoon, John, Carolyn, David, and Lisa were once again ensconced at the poolside bar. This time, they were at a booth in a raised corner that looked out over an arm of the tubing river and inward to command a view of the main seating area. The booth was lined with thick cushions covered in an artificial leather that w...
My wife, Debbie finished combing her hair and turned around. Getting ready to go out, we were both anxious. It will be her first time going to a strip club. We decided a month or so ago that we were going to get a motel near three of the strip clubs in Orlando and do some bar hopping. We had talked about it for a couple of years, but never acted on it until...
Until I graduated from college, my life was pretty normal, maybe even a little dull. I did fairly well in school, was athletically competent, and had my fair share of sexual encounters with coeds. I had planned to graduate with my degree in architectural engineering and get a job at a firm in the city like just about everyone else. Those were my plans… until...
Hi there, my name is Zain, as you may deduce from the name that I am from the Middle East. Well guess what, you thought right! I am an architect at a big multinational office; sometimes my job requires me to travel a lot, from gulf countries to Europe to Australia. I have seen most of the world countries and learned a lot from these travels, it's kinda cool...
I am a married black man, early 50's. This is my story; a reminiscence of real thoughts, feelings and events of my life. My decision to write it was born out of a private personal need for erotic expression - an outlet for sexual frustration. My decision to share it is an extension of that expression, but not an invitation for anyone else to use it in whole...
The door slammed shut. Terry looked up from the breakfast table as his wife Alison strode into the kitchen, whistling a happy, carefree tune. He'd been up all night worrying about her, but she obviously had had a good time, judging by her demeanour. "Morning, hubby," she beamed, planting a big kiss on his cheek. She threw her handbag to the floor and sat do...
The house was quite easy to find. The sat nav behaved itself and led me down the narrow lane. At the end a stone built converted barn. Just right for a secluded, private, weekend. The door was opened by Marie. Fifty years old, five foot six, brunette hair in a bob. She was healthy, fit looking, although she carried the padding appropriate for a real woman o...
It was Saturday afternoon near the end of May. Francis was preparing for a night out with her husband, Patrick, and their friends, the Smiths. As she undressed in the master bathroom, she considered her body in the mirror above the sink. She cupped her ample bosom, imagining what they would be like full of milk. She pressed her hand against her stomach and p...
"So, this talk of marriage, were you in earnest? I mean, we barely met, after all," I inquired of Vittoria as we showered together now. "Si, signor. We're locked down together for a good while now, but that's for the best. By the time that it's done, you'll wonder what you ever did without me. Trust me on that, Signor Anton Mancini," Vittoria assured me wit...