I have always thought my sex drive was going to get me into trouble. Last week it was the other way around. I normally masturbate twice a day, sometimes three if I am bored. Last week when I was studying for finals in High School I could not find the time to finish myself off. At 19 I could not wait to get to college. After the forth day it became almost unb...
“Jeanette really is a stunning woman”, I think to myself as I drop her off at Marie’s place. I’m working late tonight and Jeanette asked me if it would be OK if she and her friend, Marie, went to the Black Stallion club for a few drinks while I worked. Marie’s husband, Jacques, would drive them tot he club and I would pick them up again after I had finished...
Sandra pulled herself away from the blanket in a dizzy haze. The Moon was still high in the sky coating the landscape in the bright glow of a starry cloudless night. She brushed herself off and stared at the crystal-like orb in the dark sky. It called to her; the bite on her soft breast was already healing and the infection had taken hold she was sure. She...
I ummed and ahhed over some of the technical details here, but I figured that a) it's no fun if every sex scene ends in 'ow fuck you bruised my cervix' and Mindy getting blue balls and b) it's a fantasy world where fifteen-inch dicks exist, so Stacy (and other girls) can (un)comfortably take Mindy's length somehow. "All right," you say, delivering another s...
'Alright you bitch,' I thought, 'you're going to have to bite your lips to keep from moaning out loud this time'. I replaced my two fingers with my thumb, shoving it all the way in while palming her pubic mound and clit. By pressing in with my fingers above her pelvic bone and pressing out with my engulfed thumb I could feel her abdominal muscles stiffen and...
David could be such a childish ass and give her a headache sometimes when he didn't want to hear what she was telling him and just kept yattering obscenities back at her in the heat of an argument. Or when he let Cynthia push his buttons until father and child were just screaming at each other because neither was getting their own way. But right now his ton...
Here I am, driving round the M25 with my target being a rather swanky hotel somewhere in deepest Suffolk. What on earth am I thinking of? My wife is away with her sister on a short holiday and I'm risking everything to meet up with someone I've only ever chatted to via Lit. Am I mad? Time will tell. I first started chatting to Sarah in February last year wh...
After a long day at work you come home to me. Before unlocking the front door you smell something wonderful coming from inside and you know I must be cooking. You open the door only to find me standing at the bottom of the staircase looking more radiant than you ever remember. Your eyes linger all over my body as you look me up and down. You feel as if your...
Kara sat nervously in the great hall of her Uncle Cain's home. She had never known such a luxury her Uncle was about to give her. Being the only child of a poor farmer and her late mother, she had grown up to know only hardship and the use of her hands. Cain walked briskly into the great hall to greet Kara. She noticed he was a strikingly handsome man for...
"I am a good mother," she said to her reflection in the mirror, the fog still covering her naked body except her head. She was brushing her teeth, pausing only for the motivational tapes. Again, they played, speaking almost mechanically, "You are a good wife." She repeated, "I am a good wife." She had found these at a used-items store, and thought to give t...