Blue hung up the phone and lay back down beside Phil. It had been a long time since she had had a man over to the house. Much less experienced all that passion that they had shared last night and into the early hours of this morning. She grabbed his hand and traced around the fingers, knowing that she wanted to feel them on her body again. Glancing over at h...
Meric woke to his wife's hand on his dick. Her delicate fingers were lightly stroking the underside of his semi-erect cock. His eyes drifted open. Megan's dark red hair spilled across his chest. "Mmm, Didn't you get enough last night?" he asked. "I only got it once, remember?" She lifted her head and her gray eyes flashed. "That lustful little thing got m...
This story contains elements of futanari (girl with a penis) on female. All characters involved are at least 18 years old. ***** I swallowed down my share of Refill's third load of the morning while I tried to think. We hadn't talked about yesterday. Conversation this morning had felt fragile, like it could easily shatter, and we'd both carefully talked...
I first met my wife right after my divorce. We were both coming off of a 10 year marriage that just wasn't working. My wife's sex life was so dull she often pretended to be asleep so she didn't have to have sex with her husband. My situation was very different. My wife got pregnant very quickly in our marriage and from that day a fear of pregnancy dominated...
The young men waited expectantly. Many of them had done this before and lounged about the room, clad only in towels wrapped around their waists, drinking liquor from foam cups and smoking. Some wore hats, sunglasses, or masks, as was their personal style. Several were newcomers and talked nervously amongst themselves. The room was beginning to fill with smok...
Rory was worried. Where was Darryl? She hoped that he wasn't throwing up or worse in there. She stared at the scotch, pretty much empty. But she noticed a little bit of white powder in the bottom of the glass and it came together. Darryl had been poisoned. She had to go find him. She wrapped the glass in a napkin and asked the bartender to hold onto it. He l...
Kasumi was waiting in the clearing, just three large steps away from the bridge were she had last seen her brother, Hayate. Her eyes searched the skies for any sign of him, her heart beating fast, her stomach bubbling with nervous anticipation. But there was no sign of Hayate. She waited and waited, until the sky grew dark, and the crisp lines of the far off...
"Raul, we need to talk," Fatima Sayyid said, as she sat down at the breakfast table, and the tall, curvy older Arabian Muslim beauty looked at her lover through somber eyes. Raul James took a sip of the overly sugared coffee he was holding in a ceramic cup, and then set it down. Forcing himself to be calm, he looked at his beloved Fatima, and braced himself...
My girlfriend and I haven't lived with each other long. When she first moved in, I expected it to be a like a 24/7 fuckfest, constantly taking each others' clothes off and christening every square inch of our apartment. Instead, it was remarkably uneventful. Just cooking dinner and talking about our day, then watching Madmen on NetFlix until she fell asleep...
I am transfixed by that one droplet of sea-water making its way down your arm. God, do you smell the fragrance of the ocean? Like a return to the basic stuff of life. Feeling primitive. Sun's going down and the sand is cooling off. Nature is backing away from the tropical heat of the day, but the warmth of your smile dispels the chill and your eyes smolder i...