I discovered my husband’s secret fetish while I was doing a bit of cleaning. Way down in the back of his closet were magazines. The pages were full of pictures of women. What struck me was that none of the women were naked, they all wore silk and satin while showing their stocking tops and lingerie. Judging by the way some of the pages were stuck together, t...
It wasn't anything I planned, I mean how can you plan something as off the wall, or I guess I should say off the bookshelves? At the time I was visiting a used book store, one of those in an old, converted house with narrow aisles, interesting room shapes and lots of nooks and crannies. Although it was an inspiring setting for the casual book shopper, the ch...
Part III - The Grocery Store This particular story was written exactly as it happened. The place was absolutely repulsive. I sat there on the toilet, looking around at the maniacal scribbling and bathroom filth that I shouldn't even attempt to describe. "Yall like it poontang?" someone had inquired in permanent black ink. I remember thinking: If you're go...
My name is Max, and I'm your typical high school graduate. White, short brown hair, blue eyes, skinny, and 6'4. I never had muscles or any masculine traits other than my lanky height. I had just finished high school, and had 4 months off before university to myself! As you could imagine, an 18-year-old horny boy like myself really got into my porn, which f...
They were in the confined catwalk of level four, peering at the opened hatch of the communications module. Jahaira worked cautiously, her slim fingers nimble as she moved the tools, aimed delicately, a tiny burst of laser here, withdrawal of a connection there. She explained as she went, but fell silent after a while, concentrating on her work. He leaned ove...
I was so happy to be home for Christmas. I missed my mom and dad. They were both at work for the day and not expecting me for a couple more days. I had finished finals and decided to pack and head straight home instead of waiting a few days like had told my parents. I'm so sick of college guys I just have to get away as soon as possible. I could tell they w...
I was ready for a night out… dressed to kill in a black lace stretch top over a black lace bra, black miniskirt, thigh-high black silk stockings and black velvet heels. A lacy black thong was the only thing coming between my lover’s hands and my pussy, which was ready for a hot night out of drinking and dancing… knowing that his hands would be roaming and br...
Though I'd dated my wife for more than five years before we got married, she was never fully aware of my passion for fucking around at adult theaters and dirty bookstores with booths. Though we had discussed and even fantasized about taking her into an adult theater, it wasn't until after we were married that she finally gave in and fulfilled my fantasy of b...
She had the softest skin. I knew that before I even touched her. Her lips were soft. A little wet. Red. Our tongues wrapped around each other. A long kiss. She gave herself without holding back. We kissed again. I'd seen her around. Someone pointed her out to me. A friend. Of mine. Of hers. She said we ought to meet. To play. She knew us both a little too...
I'm your average college freshman. A blonde, blue eyed, boy obsessed, eight-teen year old girl. My name is Michelle. Awhile ago I met this older black guy in my building, and surprise, surprise he has a HUGE cock. His name is Eric. "So what's your number?" Eric asked. "Honestly I've lost count." I said, thinking he was asking how many boys I've had to date...