She had started the rumors. Whispering into her girlfriends' ears. "He's hung like a horse." "I'm so sore, he wouldn't let me rest last night. He fucked me for hours." "He may look gentle, but I love the way he dominates me." "We never make love. He just fucks me hard and I love it." And of course the girlfriends whispered too. And, the rumors took on a lif...
This is Chapter 7 from a longer, as yet incomplete tome. One Sunday my parents were going to visit my brother and his family out of town. I decided to stay home, and Mom made me some sandwiches and put them in the fridge. I wanted to take advantage of having the house to myself. I made myself a pitcher of Long Island ice tea, grabbed my book, and went outsi...
Every good story I have starts with the words "This one night I'd had a little too much to drink and..." This one's no different. "Pre-gaming," it was called. Taking shots in my friend's dorm room while we checked out each other's panty lines and asked if the skirts were too short or the heels too high. (The answer was no and no, of course.) A house party...
My day started like all the others, kids to school, husband to work and a full day of chores, cleaning, and shopping for me. I am one of those frustrated, thirty something housewives who do all the right things for all the right people and never complain or never really ever think about not doing those right things for anybody who wants them done for me. I a...
That Saturday I woke up early for me having to go to work at 1:30 pm. Of course I was pretty horny. I laid next to my wife and she was still sleeping, and I started to caress her back. Then moved my way to her ass, stroking it, she started to wake and moved that ass towards me. So then I pressed my hard cock against that sweet ass I loved. As usual she wiggl...
Sunlight streams through the window, coaxing my eyes into opening. Grimacing, I try stretching. My hands are tangled in the blankets, pinning me in place. My legs, too, are tangled, and I experience momentary panic. Claustrophobia, you know. My eyes ease open. I fell asleep with my glasses on again, dammit. As my eyes adjust to being open I notice several...
Several years ago, I lived in a residential district in a suburb of Dallas, Texas. On many occasions, I would slip out of the house completely naked and walk round the block. I left everything behind so I couldn't cover up, if caught. It was fairly dangerous as it was very well lighted. I would walk across the street turn left and begin my sojourn around th...
It had been about a week since Lindsey had fucked my ass, and every thing went on as normal. After it was over, I worried we wouldn't get along any more and things would be awkward. However, things went just as it was before, but now instead of watching TV and playing video games, we talked about sex, and even more things we wanted to experiment with. I ha...
My husband pulled me by the wrist down into our refurbished basement. He unlocked the door with a click, opening it into a 10' by 8' room. "Impatient much?," I say tauntingly when he gives my wrist a large tug into the room. He says nothing, but lets go. I look around the room. He has added some things. Now there are pictures on the wall. Erotic pictures of...
This all happened quite a few years ago. I parked my little Honda in one of the spaces designated for laundry/cleaner patrons, gathered up my dirty shirts and a pair of too-large slacks, and started inside. The plate glass windows flanking the door were half opaque, obscured by signs telling about all the good things they could do for you there: shirt speci...