After he had Billy safely off to bed, he spent the rest of the evening surfing for pictures of Karina, of women who looked like Karina, of women doing the things Karina was doing in her photos, of men doing the things that he had done for her -- and of men doing things to other men. He searched for articles on anal sex, on oral sex from the perspective of th...
You wake up in the morning again, horny beyond all belief. Ever since you turned 19, a switch went off and you're just craving sex. You decide on a whim text your ex-boyfriend. He's usually good for at least some sexting, and it's been a little bit since you've reached out. He's probably been stroking himself to pictures or videos you two used to make. You...
My wife, Jenette, is 29 years old and is the neighborhood beauty. She has a small chest but has amazing legs and a great ass. She wears stockings and suspenders everyday whether at home or work. She and I both enjoy her showing off her stocking tops and occasionally her bum. Her parents are swingers and she was used to seeing her mum in stockings. She starte...
I've lived in Indiana my whole life, I grew up in a small town where everybody knew everybody and once you were in a relationship you were expected to stay with that person. I was seeing Jason he was a good looking guy but he never wanted to experiment with sex, anything other than the ordinary missionary, he never went down on me and never tried to give me...
I am reflecting on the months that led up to my thirtieth birthday. That was the year I was widowed after a ten year marriage. Needless to say I started some serious self exploration. It was a fine marriage, although his death didn't induce the deep grieving people describe. I spent most of my grieving weeks rethinking the decade of memories. We started dat...
The cellist's hands are strong, deft, and nimble. They move along the neck of her instrument with surety, and the cello answers lowing with the rhythm of her bow. I look at you, your face entranced, your mind full of her and the music. You want her, I know. She is beautiful in ways that I am not; her long hair red over her shoulders, her long legs wrapped ar...
It was a small card key with information hand-written on it. The writing gave the location of the hotel I was staying at that night and the room number. The exchange was made when I picked up a vehicle from her house. I simply gave her the key because no further explanation was needed. It was understood well in advance that she may or may not go to my hotel...
Chapter 3 - Ideal mother You leave the skirt in place, you nod and stop struggling with the clasp. But she's another surprise as she smiles and quickly strips out of her blouse. You're agog. Most boys of your age would jump her but dressed in her floaty skirt with painted nails you feel delightfully submissive. Next as you stand in a state of shock she slip...
It has been a long time since I last submitted the Ch. 01. Thanks for all your feedback - negative and positive. Yes, the negative did bother me but the positive did encourage me too. Those who wished I don't continue any further, sorry to disappoint. Those who wished and ask for the next chapter, this one is for you. Those who aren't into transformatio...
Tom had been playing it cool all night long. Throughout dinner, and the movie, and the dessert afterwards, he had been the perfect gentleman. He was sociable, focused, and considerate. He'd held doors, pulled out chairs, and limited his furtive glances at her body to times when he was sure she wasn't looking. So why now, as Sarah was driving him home, did he...