I'm not much into the bar scene, especially in Vegas-- too many phonies. Besides, in a bar you can end up spending a lot of money on booze, and not even get any sex. Usually I prefer to go someplace where I know I'm going to get some. But for some reason I decided to go to the local leather bar-- more wannabes than real outlaws-- for their Sunday afternoon b...
The atmosphere in the Manchester Walker mansion was so cold and austere—and judgmental—that Ada could feel herself drying up and withering away from the inside. But this is exactly what she wanted; if she had known how to enter a convent, she would have done so. She wanted this cancer of sensuality inside her to be lanced and to flow away. The Walker sister...
Megan and I had just finished a steamy, sweaty hot fuck in the shower when we realized we weren't alone. Ashley, Megan's sister, had walked into the bathroom and caught us having sex. She probably would have left quietly without saying a word, but before she could leave, we stepped out of the shower and stood before her. We were both completely naked, drippi...
I was watching my wife Donna masturbate when she brought the idea up. She was lying on our bed, cupping her right breast with her left hand and rubbing her thumb over the nipple, while her right hand was pushing a dildo idly in and out of her vagina. She was breathing heavily and I was too. She had just orgasmed, and I was getting there, as I sat in the ch...
My wife, Lori, and I participated in a bisexual orgy once. It all started when Lori had a lesbian affair. I didn't mind my wife having sex with another woman. The idea made me horny, in fact. It happened shortly after we were married. Lori was working as a waitress at an expensive restaurant, and she became friends with one of the cooks, a guy named Fred....
"So, buddy, what gives? Or should I say, girlfriend, because, let's face it, we've always acted more like girlfriends in the platonic sense, well, minus your tongue going between my thighs. Other than that, you've been more like a female friend or a gay male one or something like that. Anyway, let's talk, openly now, about what Rain wants out of this relatio...
I wasn't sure how I got home, but I did. Walking over to my drinks cabinet I took out some Mount Gay Extra Old and poured myself a healthy measure, added some more, considered it, added a bit more and then necked it. I spluttered but it stayed down. Walking to the bathroom I stripped off my clothes as I went. I needed him off of me! I felt si... but befo...
Prologue: Quick note: despite the title, there are no glory holes in this story. The first chapter of this series involved glory holes, yet the subsequent chapters do not. Sorry if you came here in search of glory holes. This series is about two lifelong friends, as seen and told from the perspective of one of them (Jenny). If you have not read the previou...
All characters appearing in the following narrative are fictional. Any resemblance to any real persons - either living or deceased - is entirely coincidental on the part of the Author. Unless otherwise noted all persons appearing in the narrative are written as being of the majority age of eighteen years owing to depictions of graphic sexual activity contain...
It didn't take long for Jessica and Tessa to return to the hotel. At this point in time Jessica didn't have a care in the world and she smiled at everything they walked past. Holding hands with Tessa, she could feel the cool breeze on her now damp knickers, the wonderful afterglow of an orgasm still lingered in her body. Tessa insisted on them going to Jess...