"I would like to cum on your tits." I realized what I had blurted out, and it was shocking enough to me that I couldn't work out a joke about it. The alcohol was hitting me a bit, but I wasn't drunk enough to blame the booze. She stopped talking and had clearly lost her train of thought. She was sitting opposite of me at the party. She had huge tits. They ha...
I am a Jimmy Buffet song. The Caribbean sun warms me as I lay on the bow deck. The thought crosses my mind lazily: it's a good thing that I spent hours preparing for situations like this by exposing every conceivable spot of my 5' 8" body to the sun's rays. My skin is already bronzed, from my toes to my rosy nipples to my rounded ass. This carefully maintai...
Recap: Candace Smith, 30s, was a sexy attractive TV news journalist with a slim athletic body. She had been assigned to interview Steve Fish, the wealthy bachelor CEO of Vee- Imaging. The company was a high tech government contractor which was obsessively secretive about its work. Later she started dating Steve. On each visit to the company she had to go th...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** I was sitting in my office, the door slightly ajar so that I could see out into the open office space. Right outside my office sat Jenny my PA, and across the way I could see a few other work colleagues, all on the phone or tapping away at their computers. Pushing my chair back I...
It didn’t take long for Debby to gradually open out to me. Though we had still not actually fucked each other, we were doing pretty much everything else. Finally, I did ask her about her sex life with her husband. Initially, I felt that maybe she did not want to talk about Arnie. Perhaps, there was a tinge of guilt. I hinted to her about some of the games I...
You can’t believe your luck. While your friends got lucky enough to party Friday night, you have to check out the Air B&B and get everything set up. After hours of driving, you’re finally here. At least you get the place to myself before they arrive tomorrow morning. First, you got to check in with the owner. Apparently she wants to make sure you’re not...
In the 10 days or so since Sonia won a surprisingly difficult titfight against Abigail Breslin, we had made the rounds in New Orleans, especially enjoying the underrated Garden District. My bride's tits had bounced back nicely. The bruising was gone, the felt as firm as ever, and she was letting me be as rough with them as I wanted with no complaints. I neve...
". . . So, you say you're just wearing a white tank top and panties, huh?" "Yeah - nuthin' fancy, just a white cotton top with a little bit of lace in the front. It's a bit too small you know, cuz it shrunk a bit, so it's pretty tight across my breasts." "Hmmm . . . I'm imagining that. Can you see the colour of your nipples through the material?" "Well, m...
Hi. My name is Israela and I am a female Jewish analytical (Jungian) psychologist. I am married with a Gentile pharmacist named Jane, and as soon as we got married, we joined the NuDistrict, a clothing-optional community. There are no stated gender restrictions, but nearly all the adult inhabitants are women -- cis or trans; male-identified people are "nudg...
"Just don't make me eat any more 'dip,'" Wanda stuck out her tongue, slipping her red hair back behind her ears as we walked aimlessly through the theme park. It was getting darker now, so her bra-less D cups weren't really visible at all any more through her fairly thin dress. "Maybe I'll just make her open some buttons now, and keep it that way." I looke...