I have read a lot about all these super-hung studs meeting all these perfectly shaped, large-titted women that would knock the Pope into masturbation and I guess I feel a bit envious of all these lovely people. I'm not extraordinarily built. I am overweight, not flabby, just overweight. My cock falls far short of the twelve inch long cocks that seem to abou...
I was 18 and had been dressing up for two years before anyone had learned of my little hobby. I had no intention of telling anyone until I saw a friend in need. I was perfectly content getting dressed up in sexy clothes and having fun with someone on the internet from the privacy of my house. My best friend had been dating this girl for about six months now...
Luke Bloodoff skated up the boards. Cradling the puck on his stick, he looked up. His girlfriend, Taylor Rogers, stood before him, skating backwards. He looked to his left and saw his teammate, Andrew Carrick, skating up the middle of the ice, with his neighbor, Vladislav Agarfield, covering him. He saw an opening in between the two of them, and faked a bank...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex. ***** The water felt delicious. There were few things that Emily loved more than skinny dipping in a mountain stream, especially at night, and the simple pleasure of it drove thoughts of her plight from her mind. She admired the way the moonlight sparkled on the droplets that bea...
Saying a story is true is a tricky concept, but this is how I recall that evening about twenty years ago, now. Some parts I remember vividly, while others I admit I'm probably filling in details or idealizing after the fact, maybe even romanticizing a bit. I was about twenty-six or twenty seven. I joke these days to friends that when I'm trying to remember...
"I love freedom, and my love for true Freedom grew with my growing knowledge Of the people's surrender to slavery And oppression and tyranny, and of Their submission to horrible idols Erected by the past ages and polished By the parched lips of the slaves [...]." ― Kahlil Gibran The first thing Hugh saw was a shotgun. His eyes acclimating to the murk...
My wife and I wake up on the morning of my birthday. She says to me happy birthday and that she has a good day planned for me. I ask what it is and she says it's a secret but you will love it. The most I can tell you is that it involves Ruth Chris steakhouse and after sex. I can't imagine much anything better than that so I say "sounds great". We do a litt...
The photos -- four of them, 8-1/2 by 11-inch prints on thick, high-quality stock -- hit me like a bolt of current, making my heart race with arousal. They were gorgeous, incredibly sexy and beautifully shot with the kind of glow and mood you find in classic erotic photography. Best of all, they were of my 48-year old wife. "They're for you, for Valentine's...
With increasing excitement, fear and arousal, I opened the door. The first thing I noticed when I entered the room was that Jane wasn't alone. There was this tall blonde woman in her late twenties, fiddling with a camera apparatus on my desktop PC. I could only see her back. She was near my desk. which was cleared of all my stationery. I could see that they...
Please give me the support of your vote. * Too tired to go out to a movie or dancing, Walter didn't want to go anywhere with his wife. If he was going to go anywhere at all, he'd rather go somewhere, anywhere with Tiffany. "Walter! Walter! Wake up! You were sleeping," said Linda, Walter's wife. Kicking his foot and awakening from his dream of having sex...