Laura sat on the toilet and cried. Joe, her husband, was downstairs on the computer looking for swingers. It was 2am and their yearly love making session was a disaster. She did not cum and could never cum through intercourse. He rushed sex and ruined their time together by confessing his fantasy for other women while he was buried inside her. The thoughts...
His hands cupped around, squeezing both chubby breasts as he stood behind her trying to caress her from the back. Her thoughts drifted away from the disgusting sensation to the ticking clock, wondering when her daughter would return from piano class, giving her the perfect excuse to bid good bye to this jackass. Why had she allowed him to come over in the f...
Sherry's activities as a newly minted slut continued almost on a daily basis for several weeks after her adult theater and video booth/gloryhole experiences. She was obsessed with her new-found sexual outlet. It was as if she had to relieve thirty plus years of sexual oppression by compressing as much depravity in as short a time span as possible. So many co...
The following story is true. About 5 years ago, I took my first job after college in a small city in the Northwest United States. I didn't know anyone there, so I joined a workout gym where I was able to hook up with plenty of hardbodied single girls. But one day, things got a little different, and I found that I had been missing out on something. It...
Silvia Markel struggled with the straps on her lingerie bottom attempting to latch her hosiery to the small stainless snaps tangled from being packaged tightly in the small box marked, "loves laces, the place for you're lace". She quietly cussed her husband and the lack of light in the bedroom of the hotel suite, as the muffled sound of men's voices came thr...
Abby loved her husband. Sure, he was old enough to be her father. Sure he was disabled and not able to work outside the home. But, he made her feel loved and safe and warm and sexy, and damned horny! Abby knew that Mike did not like not being able to work and support her, but she also knew he was a realist and had learned to accept what was instead of what...
I was blindfolded, but I could still feel the dimensions of the room, its height, width, the amount of furniture pushed against the walls. My heels made a hollow knock against the hardwood floor as he gently led me to the center of the room. "Are you cold?" he asked as he brushed his hand up against my bare arm. I shook my head no, barely able to speak. "...
There's a chance the story John will tell you will inspire some of the other people involved to write about their version of what happened. Stay tuned. John's Story I never knew what hit me. I mean, I've had encounters of the sexual kind before, but this was, well. . . I had better back up a bit. I'm John Thonth, a 42 year old math teacher at a pretty w...
Rene Santini Brushed down his jacket and adjusted his already perfectly positioned tie. He looked around at the run-down neighbourhood in which he now found himself and sighed; it had not always been this way. Only a few short years ago Rene had grown up on these very streets. Yes, the times had been hard, the streets had been rough, and the men that walked...
There is no sex involved in the telling of this story. You only get so many years here and then it's over. Even more important, you only get so many good years. I was beginning to worry that my good years were quickly running out. Don't misunderstand me; I didn't have a bad life, far from it. I had two children I adored, a husband I still loved and a gratif...