My wife and I of five years have always had a great relationship. We have friends and family we each love, goals we each pursue, and jobs we both love. She is a store manager and I am a stockbroker. We don't have any kids at all and have no intention of having any. We each lead pretty normal lives. Except when it comes to sex games. In normal life we are in...
On the Prince's twenty-first Name Day, the cobblestone streets, worn different shades of grey from years of horse hooves and human feet alike, were strewn with bright pink petals as the entire city erupted in celebration. That morning, King Alexander and his wife Queen Alyise had led the Founding Parade. Soldiers lined in arrays fifty deep all marched in uni...
Stories in this series were an attempt to write about sex from a woman's perspective. I really did want to write about an older woman who becomes a willing, insatiable slut for men with big cocks. But as I began to write, she had to go through other things first. For the reader, you will find a wide variety of adventures in these stories: lesbianism, dominat...
He lit the candles to illuminate the room and set the mood. With appreciation and love on his mind, he took some rose peddles spread them about the bed and made a path from the door to the bed. Then he made his way to the living room and turned on some music and walked up to her while she was finishing the dishes and cup her breast in his hands while he kis...
Trigger warning; humiliation, lesbianism, choking, anilingus, zombies ***** Kelly stomped her feet as far as her sharp stiletto heels would allow. "I don't WANNA take the trash out! You treat me like a slave!" Patrick shook his head, tapping his shoe impatiently. "Kelly, ya fiery lass," he scolded in an Irish brogue, "'Tis your anly chore, th' least you...
Author's note: Hi guys. I've been a huge fan of this site and its brilliant authors and enjoyed the stories for many years. I really feel like trying something on my own. This is the first story I've ever written like this. Positive criticism will really help. About the story, it is mostly fictional created by some ideas from some real life experiences of mi...
Let me take a moment to say I am not a size queen. I love cock. All shapes, all sizes. My husband has a beautiful 8 incher. My lover, at about half that, just hits all my right spots and makes my toes curl and legs shake consistently. We connect in ways I don't with anyone else and that's part of what makes the sex so great. Use what you got like a master an...
Tension ran high in the palace. Even within the safe confines of the harim there was a feeling something was amiss. The sultan was on campaign again and as usual Mohamar, the Grand Vizier, maintained peace and order in Azerbaidistan. But unlike other times the wiry, silent 'clerks' who normally stayed in the background were everywhere, their eyes taking in e...
Chapter 10: Dark Night of the Tupperware (continued) I pounded into her with a frenzied pace, my eyes turning up into my head as I felt my explosion begin to boil up deep inside of me. I gasped for air. The grandmother threw her head back, growling and snarling savagely, her eyes glowing yellow heat, her tongue lolling around, spewing saliva. She thrust her...
"What do you mean it's too small?" The Queen asked. "Thou must be telling untruths." "Uh uh, mother." Replied the Princess Joy. "And why are you talking in such old language?" "The Westernmarches are coming. You know how much of a stickler they are for the old ways. Me and your father the king decided to learn to talk like them." Her mother put her hand to...