For years, my husband, Noah, has been asking me for anal sex. Each time he asks, I giggle and say, "Not tonight sweetheart, but maybe sometime." Each time, I see the longing in his eyes as he accepts the rejection and snuggles in behind me, wrapping his big, strong arms around me and drifts off to sleep. It has been about 1.5 years since the last time he as...
Author's Note: People frequently ask if Dana's Diary is autobiographical. Most of the stories are based on events that actually occurred, in which I played a starring role. Others are based on events that occurred, but in which I was at best a supporting actress, and the rest are products of my imagination. In any given case, you decide, because I won't tell...
I was her favorite repeat customer, in fact the first to pay her as a whore. She thought she was getting two hundred dollars, just to play with herself at my direction. I had told her, if she could make me so hot, I jacked–off in her mouth, I’d see, she got six hundred dollars, for a thirty-minute show at a Stag Party. It was kind of an audition, or so I mad...
Just look at her. She doesn't seem to do anything anymore except sit in front of the TV in her sweats and tanktops eating her favorite chips. It's been months now since my wife and I have had any sort of sexual contact. We will cuddle on the couch while we watch TV sometimes and in bed before we go to sleep, but anytime my hand so much as strays anywhere n...
Note: If you haven't already, read The Grieving Process Ch 01 & 02, which are prequels to this story. As soon as I knew that I'd be back in town again, in addition to contacting Theresa, I also let Emily know that we'd finally be back together physically once again. After all of the time we'd spent naked together during my previous visit, we'd since been li...
It took a few weeks to work out the details but finally we got to meet in person. The hotel seemed nice with a large lobby opening onto an atrium where fountains and numerous plants gave the place an exotic feel. We had discussed possibly meeting for dinner or drinks but she said she didn't drink and that she thought she'd be a bit too nervous to eat much of...
************** ** SMACK -- PART III ** DISCLAIMER ** All characters portrayed are over 18 years of ** age. ** Story contains BDSM, FemDom, Anal and Spanking ************** Liz continues to slowly drop more lube onto my hole and what was now one finger becomes two fingers and the fit is tighter. It feels so good but my ass is on fire from the spankin...
There was a bedsheet that was tied to the top of the bars and was hanging down; it worked as a curtain, so no one would see what was going on inside. Of course, no one could see, but they could hear it clearly. To the right of the bars, there was a small toilet attached to the wall; on top of it, there was a sink. Above the sink, there was a small mirror att...
Addie anchored her naked arms on the edge of the sink with her cute, round behind aimed straight up at me. She pushed her feet back just a bit, spread her legs and dug in. "I'm as ready as I can be, handsome. Do it." "Okay, but I warn you, I've never done this before," I responded nervously. "You think I have?" she said with a hint of indignity. I looked a...
It was during the holidays in my last year at school that I found that someone other than mom and I were using the hatbox. By now its inventory had expanded to include a vibrator and several types of lubrication that gave heat or a tingling sensation. They also seemed to slow down the whole process towards the climax. My folks and brothers had gone off for t...