After A Hot August Night. Why the Professor is not a cuckold. (This story is presented in two parts. The first part introduced the main adult characters and their activities while naked on a hot August night. This is the second part, where some interested parties engage a professor and get an informal class; it is intended to answer the questions raised in...
AUTHORS NOTE: As I approach my 500th story submission which will be my final one, I thought back to all the times that I had sex while partially clothed. I decided to write about those experiences as I found those times to be risky, thrilling and exciting. The thought of being discovered by other people while having partially clothed sex added to the excitem...
ENTRY 12 Hello digital diary. I have a lot to tell you so I apologize in advance if this entry runs long. But let's go ahead and get started... I have recently become best friends with the argument that the ends justify the means. Well, this entry... this confession... is at the front of that belief. But the ends were not for me this time. This confession...
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This is the continuation of my higher education! Please read part 1 to see how I realized that you're never too old to learn! This chapter continues to explore various themes of kink, younger-older sex, group sex, a little bit of guy-guy stuff with women watching and , of course, some pussy to pussy fun! I was finally feeling better from my hangover o...
I woke the next morning to find myself alone in bed. I looked at the clock to find it past ten in the morning. I never sleep in. The previous night really took it out of me. I yelled to see if anyone was home. No response. The girls must have left me. I pulled out my phone to see a text from Lexi. She sent it when they left the house. It said, "Holly and I...
AUTHOR'S NOTES: (1)All relationships enter phases where something must change for it to survive. This strange one is no different. (2)To those of you that say this story could never happen, picture this. Assume there are seven billion people on the planet. Probably there is one dominant woman. Probably there is one submissive man. Probably there is one sub...
The Warehouse Two weeks had passed and Miranda still hadn't heard a word from the handsome police officer that had taken her for a ride. Trent had been told Miranda's secrets by his younger brother. Without any apparent hesitation, the Round Rock police officer had used the information to his own advantage. After fucking Miranda on the hood of his black and...
The Halloween Party, Part IV: Tits, Tats, and Swinging Cat It sounded like a fairly normal party if you closed your eyes, Mark thought, as he looked around the living room. One group was discussing cars; another, movies and the Bechdel-Wallace Test. The range of accents was interesting, but would not have been incongruous in some of his tutorials. And he'd...
The next morning when Lori Callan awoke she lay in bed for a few minutes, her mind wracked with confusion. She knew something terrible had happened yesterday, but was unable to remember what. Then, with a rush it all came back to her. She remembered Linda Sampson licking and sucking on her pussy. She remembered sucking Art Sampson's big cock and she remembe...