You were seated on the hotel room couch, listening intently for any sound that might escape the bedroom. Your attention was at a deliriously heightened state, and the knot in your stomach roiled with nervous anticipation. A feminine giggle, a lustful kiss, and the telling rummaging of clothes and bed sheets. Each sent your mind reeling, and each caused your...
In my mid 20s I learned to embrace the fact that I am a slut. I mostly did this by taking control over my situation and enjoying myself. Up to that point I had stumbled around and had whatever sexual experiences had come my way but at this stage I started to actively pursue the things I was keen to experience. The biggest one of these was Domination. I had...
The scene, a small island among the stunningly beautiful Isles of Scilly in the Atlantic Ocean off the southwest tip of the Uk, its two thirty on a warm sunny afternoon with just enough breeze to send the waves crashing against the shore and Sandra, Ponygirl 314 stands patiently admiring the view as she awaits the arrival of the afternoon boat from the mainl...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story contains straight sex, bisexual sex, gay sex and incest. ***** HAPPY TIMES The Sunday morning following Thanksgiving found Dustin, Margaret, Brandon and Tyler in the king size bed. They were all on their sides and Tyler had his slender cock in Margaret's ass. In turn, Brandon was fucking Tyler and Dustin was fucking Brandon. The...
Author's Note: In addition to being a full-time college professor, I have a "second job" off campus that is very rewarding, both for its monetary benefits and for the occasional erotic situations such as the one described below. While the names have been changed, the following story is completely true. And while the entire ongoing account is worthy of possib...
(This did not start out as a toy story, but it decided on its own to become one. So be it. The joys of creative writing. I hope you enjoy it and please remember to comment and vote. All participants are over the age of 18.MST) * At first I was in awe. In my whole life I had never seen such wealth. Even my cousin Everett, the dentist, didn't have a house a...
All the cards looked the same. Besides, he did not really know what he wanted. He just needed a thank-you card. It was nearly 6 PM. He was the last customer and the staff was preparing to close. Overwhelmed, John began to walk towards the door. Suddenly something caught his eye. There on a shelf was a box containing a collection of antique motorcycle note ca...
What am I going to do now? Isn't this the way it always starts, I thought to myself. I was getting out of my Navigator to go survey the damage. Yes, the damage. I was in the middle of some wooded lands in the middle of freaking nowhere and no cell reception. As I walked around to the front of my SUV, I noticed two things. One, I wasn't going anywhere anytime...
It started one evening as we were lying on the couch together. I was flicking through a magazine, feeling vaguely smug with myself about the dinner I'd prepared for the two of us. Anna was browsing through a copy of the local free ads paper. It looked as if she was looking for something in particular, but I had no idea what. "Ah! Here it is! Sarah said it...
NOTE: This is the fourth story in this series about the hot blonde high school student and her sexual fun with the assistant dean of students. The three previous stories are described in the first three paragraphs. * For Jenna Peterson, her senior year in high school was the best one of all, thanks mostly to Brian Hanson, the assistant dean of students. Th...