Prologue Sally leaned back as best she could in the airplane seat thinking about sex. Particularly sex with Kyle. She had met him with his kids at a waterpark while trolling for sexual partners. But she had gotten something completely unexpected. He was the only man who made her feel truly loved when he had sex with her. He made her understand why they call...
Laileen waited and waited, her senses tightly hanging on the edge of agony. Certainly, he would demand intercourse from her. She was very aware of what most men wanted. The hungry, aggressive looks he gave her led her to believe he wanted her. His brown eyes would slide over her body without any restraint, making her feel as though lines of heat had been...
An interesting way to inject fertilizer. * My name is Susan. I am 36 years old and on my second marriage. I live in what most people would call a mansion. More rooms than I ever use, acres of manicured grounds, with a gated security system. Judgmental people consider me to be a trophy wife. I am not ashamed of that. Why should I be? I live the life of th...
Whereas Steve's humiliation and punishment of me had been carried out in a relatively light-hearted manner, just as an added extra to his main interest in having sex with my wife, Mr Bailey proved far more malicious in his dealings with me. In fact I sometimes thought he derived as much pleasure in the punishment and humiliation of me as he did in fucking Ir...
I'm old and gray now, here in Massachusetts. I'm settled, with grandchildren. But I still enjoy my memories, especially the sexual conquests. God, how I love women. Today I'm remembering Emily the engineer — environmental engineer, to be precise. In my early 20s, not long after college, I worked in the planning office of a coastal town, and we hired Emily's...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. *** "Okay, buffs are set, party's all here, equipment's good... yeah, this should go fine," Dianna muttered to herself. She adjusted her headset, making sure that she was comfortable and that her party could hear her. It'd be hell if they couldn't, since she was the leader for the raid...
A semi-autobiographical account of my sexual encounters over many years. Chapter Twenty-Two. 2003 Part A. (Early May.) Colin, twenty. Frank, early-fifties. I was beginning to think my parents must arrange deliveries or other inconveniences for when they're away from home on purpose because as with the washing machine a couple of years ago their new fridge...
Author's note: This is, in all its seven parts and their many chapters, one very, very long story. If long stories bother you, I suggest you read something else. No part of this story is written so as to stand on its own. I strongly suggest that you start with the beginning of Part 1 and read sequentially—giving up at any point you choose, of course....
A semi-autobiographical account of my sexual encounters over many years. Chapter Nineteen. 2001 Part B. (August.) Eddie, late-forties. Darren, early-thirties. My parents, having recently moved for the second time since retiring, asked me if I could spend a day at their new house while they were away on a short break. They had ordered a new washing machine...
The next day was Friday, and it couldn't pass fast enough for Luther. And when he saw Rachel in their fourth period Government class, she gave him a sly wink before resuming her good girl persona. Lute was sure Rachel wanted to torture him, because the nasty vixen had worn a tight black sweater that displayed her big tit's profiled curves in such an alluri...