Her soft breaths wake him as she sleeps with his arm hugged to her chest. So beautiful. He tucks her in again, stroking her back while he grows hard to half-dreams of making her smile. She stirs —he stops, but she rolls over with a sleepy-eyed kiss for his stubbly chin and murmurs, "Keep rubbing my back?" His fingers trace the valley of her spine, showin...
Gabriel- Why must there be heartache? If the purpose of life is to love and be loved, why must people suffer loss, betrayal, suspicions, etc, at the hands of the person they handed their heart to? Is it too much to ask that once in a while we measly humans get to have some semblance of happiness? Maybe, just maybe there is a point to heartbreak. I'd like to...
All the next morning, I kept thinking about the sex I had last night. The mental picture of how my wife asked me to make her cum with my tongue was racing through my mind (and my cock). Her wanting this, even though she was dripping with my cum, excited me. I went to the computer, while she was out shopping, and did a search. I wanted to see, if this is som...
I called her at 7:00 and said in an emotional voice, "I love you more than life. You are everything to me." She had one last chance to be honest, to not go out with her boss. She didn't respond to my vow of love and acted as if nothing was unusual. After some prodding about what she was going to do that evening. She said, "I am going to visit some girl fr...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex. ***** Every Wednesday afternoon, like clockwork, Judy headed down to the small strip mall nearby and the old movie theater for her fix of old movies. The old man who operated the theater knew her by sight, but she had never shared her name in the three years she had been coming h...
Driving home for Christmas was always exciting. I had left home eight years ago, first to attend College and then to work. I majored in Finance and had a job that I loved for a large international investment company. This Christmas was especially exciting because my girlfriend of almost two years, whom I loved dearly, would be there and I planned to propos...
Lenny stroked his cock as he watched his wife suck his cock. Jeannie was a pro when it came to sucking cock. He watched as she carefully moved her tongue over the tip of it then engulfed the entire length down her throat. He kept moving his hand on his cock as he felt his balls swelling and about to explode. Lenny pointed the remote at the screen and moved...
We had fallen asleep around 3 AM after 2 hours of alcohol-fueled orgiastic sex. I awoke in a haze. Muffled sounds filtered through the walls. Pinpointing their direction in my groggy state was impossible. Sunday morning daylight streamed through a gap in the curtains. The beam highlighted a myriad of dust motes adrift in their lazy dance. Crawling from the...
Chapter 1: What Happened Last Night? The pain in my head was the first sensation to arouse my senses, a throbbing, dull ache reminiscent of a cheap champagne hangover. I groaned, beginning the mental calculations of figuring out exactly what I had done last night to warrant the hellacious day I was obviously about to have. I yawned, extending toes and finge...
This is Part 2 of "Photoshoot with Loving Wife." * About two weeks after the realization of my fantasy, photographing my beautiful little wife with a huge cock in her mouth, we were laying in bed together. We were naked, and she was giving *me* an incredible blowjob. She lifts her mouth off me, and, still stroking, asks me if I'd like to set up another ph...