The next morning I woke from the alarm. I was still half asleep when I walked into the living room and a part of me thought it was still a dream having Eva there, but to my joy I found her sleeping on the couch in her underwear. I reached into my boxers and adjusted my morning hard on. "Rise and shine," I said loudly and walked into the room and started th...
Janice, a story about a wife, mother, nympho I met Janice in my freshman year of college. We had a few courses together, so we had some talking points to get to know each other better. Janice was beautiful with a soft smile that just someway brightened up the day. Her hair was an auburn color, which she wore down to the tops of her shoulders. She often wore...
As a woman, I don't know what it would be like to have your cock completely worshipped and adored for hours on end—but I imagine it would be pretty fantastic! I happen to be on the worshipping end, and I love paying homage to what, in Tantra, is called the Lingam (pronounced ling-ahm)—which loosely translates into "Wand of Light." In the physical sense, it i...
It all began for Heidi one warm summer's night when she was very drunk and very horny. At the time she was trying to make her inebriated way home after an evening's dancing and drinking with Craig (now ex-boyfriend Craig?) at their favourite club. All had gone well until time to leave when he had pulled her, giggling with mock reluctance and indignation, int...
Tonight Will thought he was finally getting lucky, but his girlfriend had her own plan. They had dated for three months and he'd spent every night so far back in his own bed jerking off his little penis to the thought of her curvaceous tits and ass, yearning to feel her dick-sucking lips on his (let's be honest) genuinely disappointing barely five inch erect...
Chris and I got together in 1988, he had always been a Naturist or Nudist call it what you will. He had warned me of this when we first met and planned to get together. We had met at the camera club where I had posed for portraits but when he first came to my home he said that he would love to photograph me naked. Until that time I had always been a very shy...
~ Past Mars ~ I pulled against the ropes around my wrists; the strands had begun cutting into me. I lay face down on a bed, my face buried into a pillow. I tried to move my legs. If I could pull them together, perhaps I could ward off the cock about to be forced into my rectum. My feet were ties firmly to the footboard posts. I was defenseless against the i...
The MTV music awards were being held in New York this year and as luck would have it the Daily Bugle needed a photojournalist to be there. Peter Parker was finally going to get to see Christina Aguilera up close and personal and photograph her. Peter dressed in a nice tux and waited patiently behind the curtains photographing the singing stars as they came...
Chastity giggled as she hurried down to the gardens, thrilled that her father was leaving for the day... whenever he left she would rush down to the extremely attractive 29 year old black man that worked in their garden. At the young age of 18 she found him fascinating, not in the least because her parents kept her so sheltered. She'd been in the outside wor...
I was forty-five years old when I achieved a lifetime total of one hundred sex partners. I don't keep a precise count -- but I've picked one as a symbol of achievement -- a Bronze Medal for sluthood. I may never win silver or gold, as I got off to a slow start. One problem in toting up partners is defining "sex." Does it have to be vaginal intercourse? Wha...