SUPERBOWL SUNDAY AT THE COLFAX INN Valentina was toying with her husband's scrotum. Normally Val wore snug but dignified cashmere sweaters, but today she was clad in a belly tee shirt and what the longshoremen at Buttermilk Pier referred to as "whore shorts". Nibs, Val's loyal and faithful husband was bound to the narrow coffee table in his back office. Hi...
I can feel my heart beating. He looks at me like a predator looks at his prey. With a smirk on his face, he takes out the thing he has hidden in his pants. He is revealing his thick penis centimeter by centimeter which looked endless. This can't be real. This is not humanly possible. The size of that thing is unreal! I never saw anything like that before e...
This story is based off true events. The identity of the characters has been changed for protection. This is a continuation of the first part which events recently took place last week of July. Please stay patient, I do not have an editor. If you have suggestions on how this story should go, please leave comments and I will discuss with my co-worker. *** C...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is a pure fantasy series about the experiences of a middle-aged man schooling an EIGHTEEN year old girl in the ways of eros. Any similarities between the characters portrayed here and real people is purely coincidental. Hope you enjoy! His Teen Consort -- Chapter 1 Jack had an arrangement with his wonderful wife. Ever since her acciden...
This year my wife, Lorraine and I decided that we didn't want to spend another Valentine's Day in the white cold of Chicago. Being modern nudists/swingers we surfed the web in search of a place that would meet our needs. After an hour of checking out the nude beaches of Australia, the golden sands of Rio and the palm trees of Phuket, we discovered a swingers...
The day after our orgy on Valentine's Day my wife, Lorraine and I slept for a few hours before we had brunch with other nudists/swingers next to the large crystal clear pool. Although everyone was naked, no one had enough energy left to fuck or even engage someone in serious conversation. We ate in silence. After our hearty meal of cold meats and various s...
Chapter 1: The Scream One hundred dollars. It's a lot of money in grad school. It had been a while since I had any extra money, and it sounded like a remarkably good deal, just an hour of standing around. Except, that it was standing around nude. I'd gotten by for the first few years of grad school living off the money I'd saved from my last job, but most...
It's like this. She's crazy. I can't think of any better explanation. I mean, who would even dream up such a thing except Julia? That's just the way she is. She knows what she wants, and she knows how to get it. It started innocently enough. I arrived home from work about 8:00 p.m. – a little later than usual – and found my wife and her two closest girlfrie...
Paul loved his wife, Phoebe. He loved her quick wit and high intelligence. He loved her bright brown eyes. He loved her long, brown hair and her athletic body. He loved the way she kept herself nice for him. He loved her easy smile and her southern drawl. And best of all, Phoebe loved to fuck, and wanted her pussy filled every night Paul was home. So why was...
You greet me warmly, with a smile and bright eyes. You are barefoot, and wearing a sexy sundress. You take my hand and walk me over the couch, where we sit down next to each other. You run your fingers through my hair and hold my face in your hands before you lean in for a gentle kiss. You break off a kiss and hold me tightly, whispering in my ear and nibbl...