The poor guy had no clue. He'd told me that I would need to take control as he walked into my house before he had chance to. As if I was going to let him be the one in charge! He sent me a text to say he was parking up and would be with me in two minutes. I pinged him one back telling him just to open the door and let himself in, to undress and to put on th...
She glided across the dance floor, music blaring, bass thumping, people grinding. Her steps were fluid, magical, ephemeral. Her hips swayed to the music, her arms floating about her in rhythmic patterns, her feet touching the floor there, there, and... there. She watched him, knowing he watched her. Surreptitiously at first, more demanding as she realized h...
Tammy knew I loved it and hated it all at the same time. She laid there beautifully fucked. Her make up smeared, mascara running down her cheeks. Her breasts red and sore. And wow her pussy. It was totally wrecked. All messy, matted and sticky. Gaping wide open as excess come ran down her crack. Her legs still shaking from the many orgasms. Her feet cramped...
I. Opening Scene You overhear co-workers talking about an adult site for hookups. You write down the name. At home, later that night, you explore. You are amazed. Men of every type are all before you: an erotic buffet for your selection, some elegantly dressed, others just a hard cock. You are surprised, but your eye is not shy. You moisten at the though...
It's nine in the afternoon and detective Richard Luther of the Boston police department comes home. He's a six-foot-six, fairly large black man in his twenty fourth year living on God's green Earth. He has caramel-colored skin, curly hair and pale brown eyes. Home sweet home, those are the words on his mind. A bright smile comes on his face when he turns aro...
"I know," my wife Casey said softly as her hands caressed my naked body beneath the covers of our king sized bed. "You know what?" I asked. I didn't know what game we were playing but I was ready to fuck. "I know what you look at on the computer and what you fantasize about," she answered softly. Her hand had found my hard cock and she squeezed it tight...
"When you say you think you are dirtier than most girls, what's your definition of 'dirty'?" My boyfriend JD and I had not been dating long when we started to talk about what we liked sexually. We were trying to work out exactly how compatible we might be together, and he had a lot more sexual experience than I did. I always felt I was more experimental tha...
It was later that day that Rob and I started sharing our fantasies. We had been fucking and playing with each other all day and I just said after I reaching yet another orgasm "what do you think it would feel like to have another guy fucking my arse while you are fucking my cunt?" It was strange because as soon as I said it I became so wet and orgasmed agai...
After dinner, I smiled and told wifey I had to make a phone call. I shuffled to my home office and sat down in front of the computer as I gave my colleague a call. We compared notes and double-checked our strategy for an upcoming negotiation meeting. Once I was satisfied that we were prepared for the next day, I finished the call. Wifey was already in the f...
It starts when you're getting ready, or maybe even before that. No, definitely before that, because as soon as you casually mention that you might go out after your show, I feel a little jolt--a nerve-twitch of sexual response. Images of you--dolled-up and looking incredible, on the town--flood my brain. In fact, the immediacy of the response proves that the...