Looking at the young blonde woman lying in bed next to him, Constantine Al-Sharif was deep in thought. Gently, he kissed her forehead. Sighing, he tried not to think about the past and failed miserably. Born and partly raised in the City of Bousse in the nation of Burkina Faso, Constantine had felt odd his entire life. The son of Jacob Al-Sharif, a Lebanese...
“I swear,” Jessie muttered. “This thing hates me.” She smacked the monitor like that was going to make a difference. Glancing up with a wry grin at the rumble of laughter that came from the doorway of their home office, she saw her handsome husband leaning against the doorframe. “What are you laughing at?” she half teased as she gladly got up, pushing away t...
This is a true story based on what happened yesterday. It's not really a sex story, but it is erotic. I guess it combines aspects of both sex and voyeurism. I hope you enjoy reading, or maybe even trying what we did. After taking part in a kind of consensual 3-way directed by my boyfriend a couple of weeks ago, our sex life has improved and I've become more...
Brian isn't threatened by the other men in my life. It's true he gets jealous. I've seen it in his eyes. I notice it when I am meeting someone new. He is always there, that is part of the deal. It is when I am sitting there, barely dressed in some outfit selected because it is revealing, having a cocktail, and interviewing a new plaything. It's before I have...
Steve noticed the clammy feel of his hands felt as he approached the house. "It looks like any other house on this block," He thought. He grabbed his fiancée's hand as they walked in the front door. His gesture was a visual and physical attempt to stake his claim on the woman he brought to the party. He had never been to a swingers club. Crystal told Ste...
When I was in high school, we lived on a quiet street in the suburbs called Mistletoe Lane. It was a cul-de-sac with about 15 houses, all of them occupied by white, yuppie families with multiple kids. Most of the wives were in their mid-thirties, and were very attractive. Most of their husbands were salesmen or corporate types who worked long hours and were...
We were nervous. We had backed out five times already, but then decided, why not? After numerous tries at getting good footage of us it was apparent we needed a third person to get those "good" shots. You look so beautiful, and even more beautiful with my big hard cock in your mouth, and that was true even on film. The next step was to decide who? Neither...
They say that the body holds memories in the same way that the mind does. If we associate a person or place with pain, pleasure, or discomfort, being around that person or place will bring up those physical sensations, in the same way that seeing a photograph or hearing a particular song might make us feel sad or nostalgic or romantic. My body remembers you...
I started by lighting a few candles in the bathroom and turning all the lights out. You were fully dressed and then I began to kiss you. Lightly at first but slowly becoming more intense. You responded by rubbing your body up against mine. I slowly kissed down your neck and your shoulders as I slid the arms of your tank top off. I kept kissing down your body...
This is an account of a sexual exploration by a young woman who was my tenant. The conversation is from recollection, but the events occurred as depicted. Jenny lived upstairs from me in 1979 and worked in my office. We had become friends and I had offered her the upstairs apartment in my duplex. She was a young blond, with cute slender frame, from a small...