It's all about me, and it's really my game. I'm the femme fatale and my husband, Sean, makes the arrangements. He knows the kind of men I like, he browses our online inquiries and makes the selections, showing me options to encourage my "titillation". That way, I get to go about my daily business and get to just enjoy the game when the meeting finally comes....
He is hot and drunk and horny. His cock is jutting up in his shorts. His hand cannot keep away from his hardness. He wants to do something dirty. He drinks from his beer and stares at the television. His hand ambles over the bulge in his shorts. She comes into the room, wearing only a pair of old cut off jeans and a flimsy, nearly see-through tank top. He do...
PART ONE: I never question her, ever. I hate having to clean her after she's been with him but I never talk back when she tells me to do it. I usually do it at the door as she returns home from a date. I do the best I can to imagine what it's like to be allowed to go down on her without his presence, without his cum all over her. I'd never tell her that; ne...
I feel the cool air all over me. I'm in his warehouse. It's a huge facility and I'm naked and restrained in the middle of the football field sized room, surrounded by floor to ceiling full shelves of his adult sex toy products. Two other men that stand and watch stare impassionately. One of the men says something to the other man, points to rear end. The bot...
Author's note: No part of this story represents actual characters, persons, or places. It is written as erotica, nothing more. Please enjoy. *** Jennifer's eyes bug out of her head and her left hand comes to her mouth. "Oh my heavens!" she exclaims and is powerless to move away from the back window of their expansive ranch house. Jennifer Walsh is 24 years...
Well, I thought I might as well enjoy myself. I had Snakes in mind when I wrote this. It didn't take long to do. I just imagined him having a good time. It'll be worth the grin. GA - Ranong, Thailand - 23rd March 2014. In his mind he's the tattooed biker, a badass one-percenter who never backs down and who never, ever takes shit from anybody. He's upsta...
"Ouch!" Tom winches. "Okay, did I really feel that, or did I just imagine it?" That whole thing about pinching yourself to see if you are dreaming? Well that just doesn't seem reliable. He damn sure felt that pinch. But still, what he sees in front of him can't be real. This must be a dream, or possibly some kind of hallucination. It has to be one of the two...
Every Sunday Morning, Sydney wakes up at the crack of dawn, hours before her husband, just to wash her car, a Ford Mustang convertible. She spends hours washing, waxing and polishing her car until it sparkles like new. It's the same routine every Sunday, and recently she has been joined by her next-door neighbor, Ted, who watches her from his front porch....
In the three weeks since my girlfriend Jess had first tried Leonard's black monster cock, she had been with him twice more. Each time had gone much like the first. In his 70's, Leonard had simply played Jess like a finely tuned instrument, out-fucking anyone she had ever been with, or so she said. Unlike her first encounter, I had not been present for the fo...
This story came to me from a friend and his wife. Actually, they told it to me many years ago, before I was married and just after they and I had had a fun threesome in their living room. I will try now to capture it as he and she told it to me at the time. At that time, the story was fresh in their memories, having happened less than a year before. We we...