I was such a young thing back then—so fresh and not quite ripe. At eighteen, my body was strong and flexible, as it always is in the blossom of youth, and it permitted me to do anything. Days and nights in Aquitaine—where the land was lush and the people languorous and passionate—were spent moving. In the early days, before I became duchess, I would wake mid...
She came out of the hotel toilet and took my breath away. We had talked and talked and talked about this night, agonising over each detail. It was a huge step to open our marriage to sex with others, and though we were both excited by the idea, neither of us wanted to risk our marriage. So we'd ended with this night that had started as a fantasy of mine, but...
Art class returned to normal. Carl and I assumed an amicable distance in class, as before, and we did not mention a word between us about the episode. I continued my lunchtime routine of sketching in the park and Carl picked up with the crowd 'his own age' in the deli. Although I did have a fondness for Carl and his foppish affectations I was put out by his...
England, 1964: I was 18 years old and living at home with my parents. When my girlfriend and I fooled around I played with her tits and pussy and she wanked me off but that's as far as it went so I was still a virgin. My endowment was very generous and I produced lots semen in those days and my girlfriend enjoyed seeing it spurt all over the place. Like all...
(This will be at some point in time a BDSM story, though I am not sure when it will get there as I am still organizing the input from the star or co-star of this Tale. I know where she wants me to start and where she will end up but I am not sure if a straight line telling is going to happen. In any event you have been warned. This is meant to be told from h...
Sophie blinked hard in an attempt to stop the impending tears. Walking alone back to the flat from the station was always the low point of her day. For it immediately followed the highlight, her train ride home with Oliver. Tall, athletic, blond hair and blue eyes, Olly was a Teutonic god. Just turned 25, flirty, charming, charismatic, Olly was Sophie's worl...
Comments, critiques and tips are welcome. Dean Broody vs. Kayla Cooper *** "Wow...don't fall. What did you do? Drink a whole keg of beer?" Dean Broody asked Kayla Cooper who looked like she was about to fall over. "Fuck off Dean." Kayla slurred her words, willing the world to stop spinning. Dean reached for Kayla just as she took a step and swayed. "Je...
Comments, critiques and tips are welcome. Dean Broody vs. Kayla Cooper *** A gasp ripped from Kayla's throat as exquisite sensations tore through her body from the point where Dean's cock slowly circled her slick swollen clit, his heavy breathing the sexiest sound she had ever heard. Kayla unconsciously moved against Dean. "Kay..." Dean groaned deep in...
There is just enough juicy sex to get the story line across, and the husband mad enough to want his pound of flesh. If you think this is one of those stories about how a husband fantasizes about seeing another man fucking his wife, you should stop reading now and not waste your time going any further. I'm a normal, everyday type of husband who adores hi...
Tina looked around the bar: the menu was pretty scrumptious! Her luck must have been holding and she had hit the jackpot tonight. There must have been at least a dozen guys who would work -- now she just had to narrow down her choices. She was on one of her periodic hunting sprees. She and her husband had agreed a while ago to have a very open marriage -- a...