It started out as a typical Saturday, with not much going on except a couple of phone calls that weren't of any consequence. Lounging on my sofa, listening to some music, and reading "Catch-22" seemed like a proper way to allot my time. Steely Dan was wafting through the speakers when there was a soft tapping at my door. I sure as hell hoped it wasn't some d...
Last night my wife Janet was out on the town with friends and wasn't due back until after midnight so I thought I would try a few new masturbation ideas and fantasies I had. I grabbed my wife’s 7" rubber cock and lube. I have used this once before and love the way it felt. I have always had fantasies of having my wife use a strap on me. I set up my vide...
It will always be that first touch that I remember most. His fingers grazing mine as we both reached for the study guide between us. The heat, the electricity. I crossed my bare legs under his dining room table, conscious of how close his leg was to my foot. I let my sandals slip from my feet as I tried to focus my mind on my lecture notes, once again draggi...
My first group sex, and then some. It was a typical college Friday night for my second year. Classes were finished for the week, and I had gone out for supper with a friend. We had stopped by a dance club/tavern and shared a pitcher of margaritas. After we finished the pitcher, we left, each going to our own dorm rooms. I was not smashed but was feeling pr...
Laura pressed on the sides of her nostrils, hoping, like playdoh, her large peanut shaped nostrils would reform into normal circular or at least bean shaped ones. But it was no such luck as it popped right back into place. She always felt like a hog because of her giant nostrils, the only saving grace was her big, dark rimmed glasses; it made her look like s...
A slam on the front door wakes me up. I nearly jump off the bed and glance at the clock. It's only eight o'clock; he's home early, and that slam tells me he's mad. I check my hair and bra and underwear in the mirror and run out to pour him a drink. I barely get into the front room before he hauls off and backhands me across the face. I fall into the couc...
(Note: a followup to my earlier story "Better Than Leno.") Burton stepped onto the train, clutching his folder from St. Stanislaus. The train was half full and he didn't feel like dealing with strangers, not after the news he'd gotten. Thankfully the little area at the end of the train, facing the driver's compartment with its locked metal door, was empty...
"Hey! Alan." It took me a few moments looking round the crowded club before I saw who had called out to me. "Sorry Rachel, how are you" I said when I reached her table. "I couldn't see you in the press." "I was waving to you You're tall enough to see my arms. Perhaps something else -- or should I say someone else distracted you. I waved but did you see...
Dahska laid sleeping, dreaming about her new life. When the sounds of fighting woke her. "Clank tink swish tink vermboom." "Fuck." "Ahg oh fuck." Dahska ran down the spiral staircase that led to the courtyard. She burst out of the door and into the battle joining Sam. "Need some help." She smiled at him. "Sorry we woke you. These raiders try to get our...
"Unhhhh hunnhhh!" Kim groaned deep in her throat. You know how singers are taught to sing from their diaphragms? That's where she was groaning from. She was tossing her head from side to side. The exquisite agony she was voicing was because of what I was doing between her legs. I was using my tongue to probe her tangy asshole while using my thumb and forefin...