This is an adult sex story. All the characters are of the age of consent or far over it! Any children named or mentioned are not involved in anything sexual. This is story number fifty seven (57). The previous story is titled "I Rub My New Banker the Right Way" which is story fifty six (56). This is the continuing story of how I spent my summer vacation...
This is a continued edition to my first roommate, a male roommate who was the beginning of my sexual adventure. So I'm in the bathroom Saturday night about 9:30 doing my hair and makeup. My girlfriend Lea and I are going out to a club in Seaside where the music rocks loud and hard. My intentions are to get a little fucked up and dance my ass off. My roomma...
I offered to write a story for a friend and she accepted. So this story is dedicated to Anna who was the inspiration for it. I'd also like to thank another friend whose advice has made other stories better than they would otherwise have been. ****************************** This is the story of how two very different men, of different generations, are admir...
Sarah and Jim are good friends of mine. We like to hang out, get some pizza together and watch movies, and generally just chill and have a good time. They are a couple, and the three of us get along very well. We especially like going to the beach, and often spend long lazy afternoons sunning and swimming. Sarah is a petite 5 foot 2, with short blond hair a...
The Dungeon – Three Vignettes of the BDSM Lifestyle at La Playa Author's Note: This story provides little character development, as I hope you'll see in the first two paragraphs. To understand the narrators readers may want to review La Playa Ch.1 in the Group Sex category. Scene 1: Master Paul Hector screamed. He didn't cry out, moan, groan, pant, or mum...
My house is the last in the block, in fact, it is the last house of the street. Here the paving stops and the street turns into a dirt road. No wonder then that there is hardly any traffic. From here the dirt road runs along the wheat fields that start just east of my home. Standing in front of the mailbox one could see a mile toward the east, but only abou...
Long long ago, before there was any internet and when even lonely hearts columns in the small adds of your local paper had yet to be invented I found myself working in a small provincial town, very much on my own, with no social life and no car. Finally, more in desperation than in hope, I placed a simple but silly ad in the miscellany section of the local p...
She had to admit that their marriage was dull and that they were having problems. She knew her husband, Jeff, was getting frustrated with her and was afraid that he was seeing somebody else. But she felt that his needs were different from hers and despite a few attempts to liven up their marriage they inevitably fell back into the same old routine. Sometim...
Based on a true story * "Wow! You drain me. Between your mouth and that big guy between your legs, my pussy is so sore. I think I'm going to call you, 'Bruce the Bull'. Wow!" Bruce: "Oh, I bet you tell all the guys that." "Just the well endowed guys like you." Bruce: "Have you had many experiences? Oh, maybe that's not a proper question?" "Oh, that's o...
I would like to start off by extending a big thanks to my editor, Misty Morgan. This story would have never been published without her wonderful editorial abilities. This story is based on the true life of a sailor with some fantasies and fiction inserted in very appropriate places. I will leave it up to you, the reader to separate the fact from the fiction...