Chapter 5 (The Lost Cherry!) (Chapter five is the end of this fictitious series about a submissive man named Michael who finally loses his virginity to another man with the blessings of his dominant wife! I dedicate this last chapter to the fantasies of all those out there who wonder what it would be like to have bisexual sex. I do not encourage or condone...
Now I look over at Patti and Isabelle. "Isabelle," I tell her, "bend over, bitch, feet wide apart, hands on your knees. And Patti? Get behind her and fuck her, get that big, black dick of yours inside her wet, slippery French cunt." Patti couldn't be any happier as she gets behind Isabelle, grabs hold of her hips, and works her ten thick inches of brown le...
Hanna sat in the small privacy cubical in the library reading through the ads of a small under ground news paper. It was her second year at the small university. The first year she had done her share of partying and being a wild child. But that had soon started losing its appeal. Several of the campus activism groups had tried to get her to join too. But she...
I taught Communications in a large, state university for 25 years and my wife taught in the School of Nursing for 20. A couple of years ago we retired in our 50's with comfortable pensions. Upon retiring, we moved to a community that was occupied, for the most part, with folks, many retired and most about our age, close enough to the university that I can...
In the last story we saw how Martha did an unexpectedly fast exit, which was probably a good thing because my wife, Julie, decided to come find me and reconcile our marriage differences. As it turned out that reconciliation resulted in some of the best sex I'd had in some time and made for a memorable event. Some stories, however, do take some unusual turn o...
Reader: This is an extension of my "Best Friends" series. Many have asked for a continuation, so after a bit of research, here it is. It is helpful, but not necessary, to read the first three installments. As always, enjoy and tell me what you think. IluvAnal (and I do!) "Good Afternoon, Heaven on Earth Spa," I answered the phone. "Hi, George. " It was Sar...
After being together for some twenty years, my wife, Janet and I knew each other pretty well. We knew each other well sexually as well. While some women may have to hint around for their guy to go downtown, most times I could hardly wait to lick Janet's pussy. I enjoyed it so much, that I would lick slowly, up and down both sides of her pussy lips so I could...
Rachel went to sleep that night almost exactly as she would on any other Friday, tired after a big week and looking forward to a lie-in the next morning. The only difference was that she knew her boyfriend was planning to come over for the first time in ages the next day, so she had done a little prep. She hadn't gotten herself off, not properly, but she had...
Two nights in the motel near the strip club seemed long enough and I assumed my wife could use a rest after two days of intense sex in which she was introduced to the pleasures of other women. I made sure we awoke, then, in time to check out and with a tentative plan of finding a more upscale motel with a pool and simply spend a night or two relaxing without...
Genre-buster, or genre-slave? You decide! * I've read them, you've read them. The genre. The visiting aunt who gives enemas to nieces and nephews. Aunt Amy, Aunt Betty, Aunt Carol, Aunt Clem (my favourite) and many others. It is a familiar theme, it seems, and most of them are well-written (I speak as an English major). Why is it the aunt though? It can...