(A girl named Marsha is holding out for a handsome beefcake. She wants the perfect hottie with all the bells and whistles. Her friends tell her she should aim much lower and just settle. Marsha disagrees. She thinks all she has to do is spend less time buying shoes, and more time man hunting. Time will tell.) "Honestly Marsha, what is that, your tenth pair...
Esther walked in to the fetish club wearing a very short leather skirt and matching vest with thigh high boots. The leather bar was crowded, dark and sweaty. Behind the counter a naked man and woman were serving drinks. In the middle of the room was a tall woman wearing nothing but thigh high vinyl boots talking to a middle aged guy in pink stockings and gar...
At a dinner party, a female friend of mine once confessed an amusing event that happened to her on an airplane. She had been flying alone, Economy Class, from London to San Francisco, and was sat next to a small, overweight, middle-aged man. The cabin lights were dimmed for that strange time period when flight attendants arbitrarily decide it is bedtime (reg...
Once Zoe was on her feet and looking up at Jason, the taste of his cum clinging to her tongue and his growling words echoing around inside her head... The doubt kicked in. This was bad. This was really bad. Maybe she should just leave it here and pretend like... like... It'd never happened and like she didn't want to know just how amazing it'd feel to be str...
First of all, I want to say that I know how this sounds. I really do. There was a time when I didn't understand my desires. A time when I thought I needed my head examined. As a young Black man of Haitian descent living in North America, I have a certain image to maintain. Yet public image must give way to the truth that lies beneath. If you're scratching yo...
My name is Stephanie and I'm a Pharmacology Professor at a local college in Maine. I've been together with my college boyfriend, Eric for over 10 years now, but we haven't married yet. We decided to spice things up by going on a romantic trip to Fort Lauderdale, but it didn't seem to work. Maybe the magic was gone, maybe he didn't find me attractive anymore,...
My husband and I have most things in common but not my love for techno music, dancing and raves. So for almost the first three years of our relationship, I experienced those things without him. When I went to raves, which was about every other weekend, it was a girls' night out. He was cool about that but I still felt bad that he wasn't interested in sharing...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** Deb When we bought a large farm house over the summer, both Jean and I agreed it was only natural to ask Annette and her daughter to move in with us. They were at our place most of the time already. They had their own bedrooms, although Annette spent most nights in ours. They had...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Chapter 1 Tommy MacElroy lay awake, not by choice, but because his wife's snoring was entering the third phase. It would stay at Phase Three for a few moments, a deep rumbling snore on each intake of breath, and then enter Phase Four. Phase Four was a...
"180, 200, 220 km/hr, YEAH YEAH!! This is nearly as good as sex!!" Debbie is ecstatic, bubbling with joy and excitement at her new car and what it could do for her. It had taken a bit longer than she'd planned, but finally she'd got it, the final addition to her ensemble of power symbols. A career girl trying to climb the corporate ladder, Debbie had achieve...