"S, so... are we going to... you know... practice now?" Ellie stammered. Sarah smiled softly, "Is that what you want?" Of course it was what Ellie wanted. Ellie hadn't been able to stop thinking about it, or Sarah, since last night. All the small talk had been nice, friendly, relaxing, and the wine had relaxed Ellie even more, but she wanted to be butt fuc...
Despite no-one living in it, the apartment was neat and well-furnished, with a wide-screen TV affixed to the wall opposite a comfy couch. Next to the window was a desk, from which you could look out into the street below and in the bedroom was made-up bed. It had seen plenty of use as the members of the A-team had practiced their anal technique on a successi...
It's very important to keep one's eyes on trends. Black sexuality is political. There is an emerging movement, very much like feminism of the 60s but dissimilarly driven, that has given rise to a segment of the population referring to themselves as sluts and whores as some sort of "empowerment". Some women are doing so without thought or consciousness, becau...
Ash took a deep breath. For as good as life had been for the trainer, things were starting to become... stale. It felt as if he was stuck in a loop of sorts, unable to break free no matter what he did. "I just want a change." he thought, laying down in his bed. Sleep came quickly, with him unaware of what would await him come tomorrow.What's next?...
"Tonight, I'm going to fuck this cute little ass. I'm going to ass fuck you, tutor girl. I'm going to pop your little anal cherry and make your cute little ass all mine!" Those words had echoed in Haley's mind all day long ever since Brooke had whispered them into her ear this morning. They had both been in the toilet where Brooke had first fucked Haley, r...
Earlier submissions under The Transformation of Betty surveyed the main events of my wife's transformation into a sub slut. But there are events and scenarios that were erotic as stand alone vignettes and here are a few of them: Vignette 1, The Window: Unlike couples who limit sex to the bedroom, my wife and I relished playing in our living room. She loved...
Disclaimer: I do not own Pretty Little Liars and have no association with anyone involved in the show. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. ***** Aria had been indulging in her addiction for just over a month now. More accurately, she and Spencer had been indulging in a mutual addiction, which instead of tearing them apart like Aria had...
I love my wife. That is, of course, I love Sydney. Sydney's wonderful, she's amazing, you know Sydney. But Rosalyn, my ex-wife—okay, I love her too. What can I say, the heart's not one of those computer-machines that just boops and beeps. It sings, it makes its own music, and I never quite could stop seeing all the great things about Rosalyn I fell in love w...
Disclaimer: I do not own The Vampire Diaries. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. ***** Katherine wasted no time in getting to Caroline's house, which she still thankfully had access to after compelling Caroline's mother, who conveniently wasn't anywhere in the house. However Caroline was, and exactly where Katherine had been expecting...
The morning following her after-hours experience with Sally at the strip club gave me the opportunity to talk to my wife about her reaction to things. She admitted that, perhaps like most women, she'd always been curious about what it would be like to have sex with another woman. This was a curiosity, though, she repressed until last night for fear of what m...