Boy was I nervous! I was setting in the lobby of the Renaissance Hotel in Detroit awaiting what I expected to be one of the most exciting and sexually rewarding moments of my life. A little background will be helpful at this point. I am a single thirty-year old All American male with all the normal hormonal instincts. For those of you in Palm Beach that mea...
I pose in front of the mirror, sprawled in the chair in a spread-eagle slouch that lets me take in every inch of my body. All is visible: my face, breasts, stomach, pussy, and, if I lift up a little bit, the dark curvature of my ass and the cleft to its hole. All laid out on display, opened up to even more introspection by my prying fingers. Close enough for...
This story follows on from Mother's Milk and Au Natural Mothers it may make more sense if you read those stories first. * Thursday. Mood Ecstatic Today I have found a woman I love in all senses of the word. How can I describe her, she is the most wonderful woman in the world when she touches me my skin tingles and I grow so excited. I want to give her...
My sister, Debbie, is an attractive woman in her early thirties, nice tits and ass with a sexy smile. I learned that Debbie and her ex-husband, Chuck, had once swapped partners with some friends of theirs. Debbie enjoyed the sex, but really wasn't into swapping. Chuck on the other hand, had affairs with most of Debbie's female friends, plus some three-way ac...
Several years ago, I won the state lottery and, quite suddenly, I found myself with more money that I could ever possibly spend. Even in my wildest dreams. That's what this story is all about--my wildest dreams. Ever since I was about 16, I have been consumed with sex. My life's deep focus was certainly of a sexual nature. Every waking moment, it seemed, wa...
It was late. Or at least it was getting there. The three of us had been talking for about an hour and a half. Mason, Cynthia, and me. We were all friends from grad school, and we had decided to hit the coffee shop one night after a long class session. "See, I think that they should make suicide its own DSM diagnosis," Cynthia said. "Why's that?" I asked....
While my other submissions have been from memories of long ago, this is a fantasy based on reality. The only thing missing is a willing "Night Nurse"! * As my ID suggests, I am disabled. I was diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis some 20 years ago and the disease has progressed to where I must use a wheelchair to get around and much of anything below the belt...
Hot from the sun and from the scene she'd just witnessed, Hema headed for the shower. Maybe cold water would dampen her maddening lust as she showered, she wondered what to do about her secret. She'd just watched her best friend's lover commit adultery. Should she tell Shanti? It was hard to answer. She felt she ought to rat on Ratan and yet she didn't wan...
Fiona was 18, it was the summer after she graduated from high school, and she felt on top of the world. She would start university the coming September, the first in her family to pursue a higher education. She was a friendly, gregarious, cheerful young woman, a good head on her shoulders, confident, and lovely. She had long wavy brown hair down past her w...
I'm honestly starting to think that this voluptuous, seemingly innocent yet sinfully sexy Saudi Arabian broad invented sex. Oh, in case you're wondering who this is, my name is Tyrone Ferguson. I'm originally from Buffalo, New York, and recently moved to Ottawa, Ontario, to study for my MBA at Carleton University. A while ago, I met an amazing lady who simpl...