"Don't stop! Don't you dare fucking stop!" Beth cried as she neared yet another orgasm. I kept licking, painfully aware of my aching balls and tightly locked dick. I don't know how I hadn't gone insane yet, but I had made it to the last day of the week. My balls were definitely screaming at me to release them, unaware that they were no longer under my contr...
She had a blank, almost bored, expression on her face when he walked into the room. It had been a night of small talk and meta-quips: first date anecdotes that are partly or wholly manufactured from the tales of friends and the half-truths of experience. There was a kind of pervasive and predictable awkwardness that breaks its own spell and gives rise to fur...
Chapter 4 Nancy's Sisters This is part of a series of events that my wife/mistress has told me to relate in the hopes of improving other couples lives. I would suggest reading them all (in order preferably) to get a clear picture of our female led marriage. A FLM does not have to include the delivery of pain or other kinks that some people object to (I do...
By the time we made it into the bedroom, Jane was practically panting with desire. "I did good, baby," she cooed, proud of herself. "I took all of their tiny little cocks," they were each around eight inches long, but I didn't both correcting my spoiled - or more like vaginally ruined - wife, "and I took all of their cum and I barely felt them inside of me b...
"Good morning bitches." This phrase, quickly followed by a hard slap to Lita's face and a rough pinch to Trish's nipple caused the WWF divas to slowly blink their eyes open to see a naked Torrie and Stacy kneeling over them with menacing smiles on their faces. "You sluts are awake, finally." Stacy said. "Yeah, we called you at least twice. We must have re...
Top Twelve Signs Your Lesbian Erotica Was Written by a Dude: 1. The first piece of information you learn about the object of affection is her boob size, generally in direct comparison to the heroine's. Both are still at least a cup size that's a failing letter grade. 2. Rather than explain to you why such an attractive lesbian is single, he explains why su...
Dawn Simmons, 18 years of age, was ready to go to Wheaton, two states away. She had started packing early because she didn't want to be caught unawares when she reached her dorms. Speaking of dorms, she wondered if her roommate would be nice. While the buildings were mixed gender, the guys tended to stay on one floor and the girls on another. If her roomma...
(continuation) I've managed to get off the bed without waking her... I prepare the coffee, some toast, some butter – just in case Donna will ask again for some bread & butter, some bacon and some salami... I take the tray and enter the room – Donna is sitting on the arm chair, combing her hair. "Hey! You're awake! Good morning!" I say with a cheerful voi...
This is a work of pure fiction. This is a sequel to a previous story, so if you want to find out how things began, please refer to the first story. Any similarities to any persons, alive or dead, or to anything you have ever seen or heard before, is a complete accident. My relationship with Nicole progressed through the winter. Finally spring came around...
Reflections after Mystic: On the scenic drive back home from a fall getaway vacation with my lovely wife, I pondered quietly how the excursion would be remembered as a first of a kind. I had begun the trip with the expectation of a quick and routine spanking followed the next day by an epic sex experience. Three days later, however, I emerged having not onl...