Things get wild and wet in the mountains. Ever since she woke up this morning Kate had been in another world. She'd opened her eyes and stretched herself out long and slow and naked on the plush bed, remembering the force of her orgasm the night before when she'd pictured Chad on top of her and inside her while she urged him on. She felt calm and refreshed...
Monday morning arrived too quick as I pulled myself out of bed despite my queasy stomach, slight headache and wounded ego. At the height of sexual arousal, I will do almost anything without ever thinking it through rationally. Caught up in the throes of passion, I don't consider how that sex act might look, I just do it. Although performing oral sex on a bea...
The individual words the priest droned were as meaningless to Alyce as the ancient runes carved into the dark rock at her back but taken together she knew their import. I had thought to see a few more summers before I heard my last rites. As a princess of the blood, she had always expected a somewhat longer and more comfortable future. True, she knew her ul...
This is a fantasy my wife and I share. We often talk about it as we play with each other, taking it in turns to describe what happens next. It is about control and although we fantasise about the idea of making people do whatever we want it only works for us if there's consent, this is not about abuse, everyone freely engages in our fantasy world. We're wr...
My wife, Debi, had not always been a disciplinarian. Early in our marriage, I had begged her to spank me. If I could have found any reason to make her furious enough to get out the leather and go to work on my behind, I would have done it in no time flat. "I don't know, Raymond. That's really not for me." "Oh, c'mon, Debi. Just pretend I'm your son and I d...
Nothing But Knit *Author's note: Those of you who've read my personal crossdressing stories (those written in the first person) know I have a huge fetish for knit tops—particularly the ribbed-knit variety. I often use the word 'sweaters' for the things I like in a generic sense, but pretty much any form-fitting top that are not sweaters fit the bill quite n...
Chapter 1 Office manager Carole O’Toole called Brick Briggs, one of the four partners of an aggressive Sydney advertising agency, We-Do-it-Differently Multi-Media Advertising, commonly called WDID Advertising. “Hi Carole, have you trained your husband to lick your breasts yet?” said her occasional lover. She ignored that crap comment. “Brick, we have a j...
Author's Note: If you are looking to read a story where a white girl has sex with a black man and becomes a black cock queen, then you might not want to read this one. If you have an issue with a black man being portrayed in a non-stereotypical/positive way, then you might not want to read this one. Yes, he is sexually active, but he's not a sleazeball/woma...
Sara answered the knock at the door, her long black ponytail swinging gaily behind her. She was wearing a shear navy blue sarong and nothing else, except a smile that underscored her delight at seeing Tyson. "Come in, we don't have much time." she said, watching him as he entered slowly, towering over her and returning her infectious smile with a wide grin....
My annual getaway to Minnesota was supposed to be a time of heavenly peace for me, but this time it started out like hell. In fact, even before it started things went wrong. The friend I always visited was away so I couldn't stay at his cabin. But I decided to go anyway and booked one at a little resort on a neighbor lake where I planned to hear no ring tone...