Right now, I've got Yasmin Hussein, my favorite Somali goddess on all fours, face down and ass up, and I'm worshipping her gorgeous, heart-shaped ass just like a real man should. And I've got my tongue buried so far up her asshole, you can't tell where she ends and I begin. And you know what? That's exactly how I like it. My name is Steve Salomon, a Haitian...
My husband Calvin and I live on the Upper East Side of New York City in a large studio-style apartment. We've been there for two years so far on our way to getting a house. We both love the neighborhood and the people in our building. Calvin and I are successful corporate consultants, and Samantha, a lawyer, was one of our good friends. Sam was also our next...
Disclaimer: This work of erotic fiction depicts consensual sex acts involving tickling, bondage, sadomasochism, and orgasm control. If such things make you uncomfortable, I would advise you not to continue reading. This story is not intended as relationship advice and the sex acts within are not guaranteed to be safe. Do not act out anything you read here un...
I remember when it started, but not how I got here. I lost my job at the plant, and was unable to find work. Cindy, my wife, got an excellent job in the city so we moved there. While I tried to find work I couldn't, so I spent a lot of time at home. Cindy was working 50+ hours a week at her high-powered executive job, so I became a "house husband", trying to...
My name is Neil, and my wife is Gina-Marie. As a second marriage for both of us, we have a very healthy sexual relationship. One of the greatest aspects of our relationship is that we can be completely honest with each other, especially when it comes to desires and sexual appetites. There is no fear of judgment from her or from me. Over the years, we have be...
As I enter the room, you turn to close the door behind me, pressing your chest against mine, and nipping my neck with a smile as you feel a shiver run up my naked body. "Close your eyes," you breathe into my ear, and I immediately squeeze them shut, not wishing to disobey and lose whatever treat will come next. "Good girl," you murmur, and I feel the press...
I’m laying back in bed, watching in the mirror as my fingers slide up and down the lips of my pussy, watching them glisten with saliva and my own moisture as my fingers spread them open a bit more with each stroke. I take in my tousled blonde hair, my flushed face and my slightly reddened nipples from where I was teasing them moments before… I’m distracted...
What do you do after you've done something remarkable? Take a shower I suppose. I had had an experience I would never forget. An hour of bloodthirsty handball, a half hour sauna and ice water later I was feeling human. Hungry, but human. The Orchid was just up the block, and chopsticks and plum wine seemed about right. "C Sean does Szechwan." I must have be...
Trepidation. I can't see a thing, can't do a thing. Here I am, tied spread-eagle, my arms in a y above my head, legs spread almost painfully apart by the spreader bar. I lean slightly to the left, feel the pull of the rope cuff at my wrist, the chafe, the encasement. The blindfold is tied securely, the lights dimmed. I don't know what is going to happen, fea...
Samantha entered the makeshift dungeon her master Chris had setup in his home, naked and anxious. Chris had ordered her to strip naked and enter the dungeon. Samantha saw that the room was lit the same as last time, light only shining on the crucial parts of the room. Chris stood next to the table Samantha was tied to last time back in his black pants, his c...