The next 5 days were the happiest of my young life. I went back the next day to Christine's hotel room after my morning shift and had more mind-blowing sex. She had a ravenous appetite and at the end of my time with her we were both satisfied. Our relationship was simple. She told me when to come to her room and she made it clear that I was not to go to her...
Hand jobs, what is there to say about hand jobs? Does anyone look at them as any sort of sexual highlight? After maturing beyond spin the bottle, hand jobs are often the first progression to something more exciting than just kissing. By the time a guy first gets jerked off, it could still potentially be years before he gets much more. Those years can seem l...
Thanks again to everyone for their feedback and for taking the time to read my story about Anna. I'm afraid Anna Ch. 4 will be a little short for some people but I know others don't mind. It's just the way that works for me at the moment. Regards to all. It was Rachel who volunteered to get the drinks. Jane quickly followed her into the kitchen leaving Ann...
This story is fictional. All persons depicted are over the age of 18. All names have been changed to protect identities. This is the sequel to my previous story. If you haven't already read it, you may want to. * *DISCLAIMER* This story DOES contain instances of shit, piss, and vomit. If you're not into that, DO NOT read this story. If you are into that,...
"How old are you?" She asked. "Thirty," I said. She stood beside me, her glazed eyes dragged over a checklist that she had put next to where I was laying on the examination table while she snapped on a pair of black latex gloves that were two sizes too small. The paper sat against the side of my bare ribcage and the gentle poke it gave me when she put it d...
She hired me to find out if her husband was cheating on her. That was easy to prove. He wasn't very discreet. Now flat on my back watching her beautiful, tight, silken cunt slide up and down on my engorged cock, made it seem pretty pointless. But I knew it wasn't about fidelity or morality. It was all about money. He had lots of it. He cheated on her. And no...
The slush and snow caked on her designer boots. The odd placing of the stairs leading to the apartment door made her stretch long enough to get her leggings to ride into her crevice. The steps always made the cushion of her bum jiggle. And, while tonight was no exception, she's used to it, and readily ignores mild exercise. The door to Janette's apartment w...
These events happened when I was 24 and had just graduated from college. I was enduring a frustratingly long stay in my local hospital having been diagnosed with a mild infection and requiring to be monitored during a course of antibiotics. The main symptom I had suffered was a swollen gland at the top of my groin, and my pubic hair had been clipped away, sh...
When I first met my husband I was still a virgin at the age of 22. I had been brought up as a "Lady" and considered sex as the price a woman had to pay for a home and children. Much to my surprise I found intercourse with Dave exciting and would often reach a mild and soothing orgasm. Our sex life was completely straight. A few months after we were married...
To establish context, you can read part 1 of this series, in which my wife and I start experimenting with Devotional Sex. Over the course of the next few months, my wife and I experimented with this new dynamic further. Not allowing myself to orgasm during sex had many immediate benefits. First, I had a lot more energy. I was also able to use that energy m...