She was conscious only of the book in her hand and the steady passage of stations until she felt the prickling sensation of eyes upon her. Glancing up she was suddenly aware of how empty the carriage was. Looking left or right, there was only her, and the boy. She'd noticed him when he'd got on just after King's Cross, then had forgot about him as the rumbl...
Sliding my hand down the curves of her body, I couldn't help but get aroused. Evie was my girl and now the ring on her finger showed it, as well as the bump on her stomach. Our first child, conceived on a night of hot, steamy fucking. Evie was the kind of girl who liked a really rough ride. When I first met her at college a few years before, she always seeme...
Sometimes I fantasize about a guy that I knew back in high school. His name was David. In this fantasy David and I are sitting on the couch, listening to Metalica, and smoking a couple of joints. Personally, for me pot is a major aphrodisiac! We’re just holding hands and letting the pot slowly get into out systems. There is no rushing at all—we want to postp...
10 Lynn I became an asshole. No doubt many of the people I work with would say I had been one all along. But now I became my own asshole. It filled my mind, just as he intended. I was constantly aware of it because he was constantly fucking it. On my way to the office in the morning. In the middle of the day. On my way home at night. He told me that was...
* The following story is from my real life experiences with as little embellishment as possible. * Since I was 15 I've known I'm an attractive woman, I have a curved and toned 5' 2" frame with 28 C breasts which are usually out on show with a vest top or low cut dress. I live and work in London, which is the perfect place for me, plenty of gorgeous shops t...
We are walking. Down a driveway. An ordinary, heavily traveled, gravel driveway. maybe not a home. A work place. But not too urban. A long driveway of a university building perhaps. We are speaking of something else, vague. Work related. Perhaps we don't know each other well- - - perhaps we do. You stop in the center of the driveway and look at me clos...
Ortiz & Baldwin Baldwin stands bare-chested as Ortiz' wet tongue trails down the deep furrows of his wash-board stomach while her hands are busy undoing the belt of his slacks. Her fingers encounter the long, thick sausage-like stalk of his manhood and squeeze gently, teasingly, eliciting a muffled gasp from the tall black detective. The rasp of his zipper i...
It was dark in the room and she was alone. The scent of the floral candle lingered in the air as did the heady musk of sex. If she weren't blindfolded, she'd be able to look on the rumpled sheets that further attested to the fucking she had received at the hands of her new Master and Mistress, who had continued their fun long after they'd bound her arms behi...
It's my birthday, never mind which one…I may be a horny, needy, painslut, but I'm still a lady and I wouldn't tell you if you asked. Since I'm an unattached sub, Three Doms that I play with have each offered a gift, and I have a feeling, it will be a birthday I will never forget. First there's Master Thomas, and believe me, this is a man knows his way aroun...
NOTE: Story contains gay male explicit sexual content. * My roommate was up before dawn today. He had to take a train to a Paris suburb where Frenchmen never go. A woman from Mali was waiting for him there. He asked me to get him some coffee after our normal morning routine. "Don't you want my wife to get you coffee? She is closer to you than I am," I sai...