It’s dark. I arrive at your house and pull into the driveway. On the front door there is a note that reads “Come inside, put your things down in the living room and go up to the bedroom.” I put my bags down on the couch, take off my coat and shoes and climb the stairs quietly. My heart is starting to pound with anticipation. I hear the music of Enigma play...
We'd seen it advertised in the porn magazines we liked to read together, so I sent away for one. It was a sort of harness that you hung from the ceiling, so that Joanne would be suspended in it with her knees up and her thighs spread and her cunt wide open ready for anything I might decide to do to her. I fixed a good strong hook in the ceiling and hung a m...
The school bell rang and all the students finally came back to life and grabbed their bags to rush out of the door. "Remember, to get your permission slips signed by your parents to participate in sex education classes!" Miss Sanders told her students before they all rushed out. Miss Monica Sanders enjoyed teaching her senior class, especially come time for...
As we kept going to the porno theater I got a little bolder and sometimes I would wear just a see-through blouse, stockings, and garter belt under my trench coat. Jerry would unbutton my coat, slowly and open it as I would sit there watching the movie. The men would keep turning around or leaning over the seat to try and look at my cunt. Jerry would reach...
A brief embrace in the driveway this the morning signals to me a day of chores and longing that will not be fulfilled until late evening when the drains of our time finally retire for the night. As you get into the van in the morning, your thoughts turn to the day ahead. The clients, supervision, and the irritating coworkers to come; oh what wonders the day...
I heard the garage door open and glanced at the clock. It was 1:15 AM. A minute later the door downstairs opened and closed, followed by footsteps up the stairs. She came into the living room where I was lying on the couch and stopped. “Did you have a good time?” I asked. “Yes, I did. I forgot how fun it was.” She pulled her shirt over her head, then reac...
1) Having sex with other men My husband and I are known as a quiet couple in a conservative pocket of middle class South Africa. Having reached our middle ages, we are considered relatively successful. He is a fine arts academic who excels at after-hours Jazz recitals in smoky intimate eateries and bars. I reached my late forties without any child in sig...
A man obsessed with one-night stands finds his match. He looked down on her thin, alabaster body twining on the end of his cock deep up and inside her. Her sweeping blonde hair waved from side-to-side as her small nippled tits reverberated her movement and accentuating each lurch. Her cheeks and chest were flushed red and her naturally rose-colored lips wer...
Harry replaced the cues in the rack and conducted Barbara back to their booth in the far room. They were both very thirsty, and Harry went to the bar and got two more bottles of beer. Nick looked at Harry quizzically but said nothing, which Harry appreciated. Nick was all right. As Harry started back to the other room, the main entrance door opened and a gro...
Married and exasperated. "I don't know what went wrong," Gary said slowly. "We're boring." Samantha replied firmly. "We're disconnected. We don't even seem like lovers. We're roommates. Nothing more." Gary hesitated, aware that they were on the brink of divorce. He tried to choose his words carefully - perhaps too carefully, because Gary often let cauti...