"Tell me what you fantasize about" she asked. It took some coaxing to get me to be honest, but with her hand wrapped around my shaft, slowing pumping it up and down, and with those sexy, beguiling eyes that held such promise of pleasure, I was not able to resist her urge to have me spill my guts, even though the thought of it was a bit frightening. We had s...
Better Than Disney Land Pt. 3 From my memoirs The Summer of 1986 Part III of IV as our adventure into partner swapping moves forward. My girlfriend Maggi and I met up with Kat and Matt on Mission Beach and the sexual exploration continues as we end up pushing the boundaries of our relationships. Only nineteen years old my girlfriend Maggi desires intercour...
Friday rolled around and I was really looking forward to the evening. I had a feeling everyone else was, too. It was going to be awesome. Right at 7, Shiri and Christine rang the bell. I welcomed them in. Christine was carrying a salad, and Shiri had brought a bottle of wine. They were both wearing tight-fitting t-shirts and skimpy shorts. I hugged Shiri an...
Rebecca had just finished being put through some rugged paces by her mistress. She loved that she was Mistress Athena's slave. Being the submissive sex slave, she now realized, was the role she was made for in life. This was the real her, the real Rebecca. The two of them, mistress and slave, were now sharing a bottle of wine. Feeling nice and relaxed, Rebec...
Diana Van Buren grew up in Grosse Pointe Farms, MI, an upscale community, being an affluent suburb of Detroit. Her lifelong self-esteem was hindered by having two sisters, two years and four years respectively older, who were astonishingly good looking females, seemingly from birth. In addition to her sisters, her mother was a stunning beauty, who had won...
author's note: all characters in this story are 18 years or older. ------------------------- Jimmy watched with some shock as his next-door neighbor Miranda jumped into her pool, stark naked. He was house-sitting for some of his parent's friends and he'd just met Miranda yesterday when she'd been saying goodbye to her parents - who had left for the week fo...
She sighed her fingers quickly beating in and out of her tight wet pussy. She sat on the edge of her bed, her little plaid skirt up around her waist, her legs covered to the knee in white knee socks were spread wide granting her hand access. Her two middle fingers pounded away inside of her young pussy, her thumb flicking across her engorged clit her other h...
Scene: I won't go into details about how you ended up like this; but imagine yourself blindfolded and kneeling on a pillow on your dining room table... Make that two pillows because your knees will be spread apart and your ass would be positioned over the edge as far as possible - Like a frog, perhaps, and the bottoms of your feet up. Your arms would be tie...
I wrote this as a new style of writing, it is not my normal genre. Please read it with an open and accepting mind. Thank you. The cool night of early summer had set in fast as I walked home from work. My feet aching and my thighs burning from standing stationary all day helped the short walk seem longer. With my book tucked under my arm, my M&Ms in my han...
Leland shuddered as I twisted my fingers inside him. This was supposed to be one of our twice-a-month weekends together, but something had come up and he had to go back home in an hour. So no time for Lolita today. Or rather, I didn't want to take the risk, even though he was. I wanted us to play it safe, just for a couple of years, until he could be free a...