Roger woke up with a warm body by his side. It had been two years since he had spent the night with a woman. Darla had been special and when she died part of him did as well. He had not been celibate but this was the first time he had real satisfaction. Barbara was sleeping soundly and he made sure not to wake her. He went outside and fed his two horses. "...
She was now ready for her date with James, her submissive. Whoever said romance and kisses were incompatible with BDSM and D/s was so wrong, and she knew that. She showered, washed and styled her long auburn hair, applied minimal make-up and spritzed on her favorite perfume. She was wearing a summer dress and sandals. When he arrived at her door, she kisse...
Alison was stunning, that's obviously why I hired her. Yes I know that I'm a perverted pig. She was 19, petite and very sexy. I figured she'd flirt with the customers at the counter of my ice cream stand. She'd draw crowds of boys who would buy ice cream, drinks and snacks. But she didn't listen, she didn't follow the rules, so she ended up with a deliciousl...
I'm a sexy, fifty-two-year-old mother of three. Recently, my husband and I moved into a new area. We now live in a small apartment block in the coastal town of Italy. My husband had let slip a secret that he will desire me more, knowing that other men are wanting me as well. "That's it. Watch me being fucked," I said to him. "Oh . . . that . . . feels . ....
I used to be called Timmy. Nowadays, I'm called anything that gets my attention (and I'm shamefully, pathetically attentive), usually something like 'pussy', 'cunt', or 'whore', but occasionally I do still get 'Timmy'. Often this is a sign that something really hard is coming - that I'm going to be asked for my consent to something further, some step further...
Hello, This is Jeff. I write stories with my wife Robin. This story, however, is mine alone from a time before I met Robin. Of course no real names will be used. Georgia - 1969. In 1969 I was three years out of college and had moved to Georgia from St. Louis for grad school. I graduated a year later and stayed on in what I thought was a great singles town...
A cool breeze along my chest teases me awake. The thin sheet we'd covered ourselves with in the evening heat lies crumpled at our feet. Crisp lines of moonlight from the open window shine across your sleeping body, highlighting every detail in pale relief. You're on your stomach, face turned away from me, hair spilling over your shoulder, your right leg draw...
Please, come in! I'm so glad you found the place, with all that rain outside I was starting to worry that you'd be a little soaked mouse by the time you came in. Yes, please, let me take your coat and make us a nice pot of tea to share. Take a seat just over there in the armchair, I hope you don't mind the mess. You can just put those on the floor if you'd...
She put her hand up to his face and ran her fingers down his cheek, over his lips, and across his scruffy chin. He leaned down to kiss her and she tilted her hips a little, letting him thrust deeper. This was the home stretch in the familiar routine; a little Netflix, a little wine, and a back massage to kick it off. Sometimes he'd go down on her, sometimes...
I'm not going to tell you my name, suffice to say I'm one of Cleo's patients and you'd recognize my story if I did. In my "Case Report", upon which my story is based, I sound like a sex-starved slut, who simply can't get enough cock. I'm not. That misconception might also arise from the fact that during my story I was rudely introduced to anal sex by a black...