Our marriage had reached the point that we were heading for a divorce. Tom came home from work, read the paper, and watched TV. I didn't do much more than that myself. Our lovemaking had become very mechanical and we rarely had sex. In a series of visits to a highly recommended family therapist he suggested that we work on improving our sex life by consultin...
Hi guys, I hope that you enjoy this story that deals with Pegging and Gender Role Reversal. The idea of pegging has always been a hot topic for me. I have tried it in my personal life, though not in the same way as the characters in this story, and have found it to be a highly erotic experience. I have wanted to write this story for a while but have been put...
Professionally Dominant, personally submissive The alternate titles: The title above represents the most succinct description for this article, but there is far more to this than the title suggests. This has been posted to reviews and essays for good reason; this is not about sex per se. Neither is it about dominance/submission as a fetish, lifestyle...
I awoke this morning to a very warm body snuggling up against my back. A hand gently traced the outline of my back, shoulders, down my left arm, and over my hip. It slipped around me caressing my chest and stomach. It slid further over across my boxers, finding my cock in "morning-hard-on" status and gently began rubbing the underside with its palm, the gent...
Several readers have asked what my husband thinks about our lifestyle. Specifically, many have wanted to know what he thinks about and does while I am with another man. Usually ,when I return from another man, I am busy telling my husband what my date and I did, and making certain that my husband "gets off" while I attend to his physical needs as I fill his...
Promotion It was a sunny and pleasant day in downtown Chicago; the sun, high in the sky, was warming the busy streets of the city as Summer was just getting underway. Julia sat outside at a busy corner bistro, alone at a table, just off Michigan Avenue, across the street from the Art Institute. Lost in her own thoughts, she idly strummed her long red nails,...
My heart was racing. I was warm and sweating. My mind was spinning and stomach churning. I placed the faded red-covered diary on the nightstand and lay back on my pillow. I was exhausted but unlikely to sleep much. My wife was fast asleep next to me and had been for over an hour. I couldn't put the diary down. It was incredible; never in a hundred years wou...
I love when my girlfriend fucks me with her strap-on dildoe. It all started when she would rub my ass while she sucked me off which felt so good. Then it progressed into her fingering and massaging my prostate which felt even better still. In fact, That's how I discovered the "anal orgasm". I didn't even know that existed until she gave me my first one. I su...
A beautiful young female body shone through the darkness. Her face seemed slightly contorted, her brows frowned, her mouth slightly agape. If her eyes had not been covered by a blindfold, surely it would have showed a clear expression of fear. Her lips were quite plump. Thin neck, clear white skin, large breasts with pink, puffy nipples and wide hips. Her ha...
FORWARD: This is the third of five episodes of the Dressed for Disaster saga, immediately preceding “Vendetta’s Diary.” Patrick Summers wandered the streets of lower Manhattan in an aimless fog, the chaos surrounding him a lurid backdrop for the turmoil between his ears. He had just suffered two tremendous shocks: his narrow escape from the collapse of the...