Debbie turned out to be a sex addict, MY sex addict. The more we made love, the more she wanted to make love. She was insatiable but her lust was always directed at me. She fucked her husband when he wanted it but he really didn't give her the attention she wanted. Her unbelievable lust was reserved for me. That's an important lesson for all lovers. If you...
She awoke from her deep sleep and her mouth was dry. It tasted like a sweaty bear's armpit and she tried with limited success to encourage saliva into her mouth. She licked her dry lips needing a drink. "What a night!" She groaned and looked around her surroundings and groaned. Yet another room she didn't recognise! Sleeping bodies were strewn on the fl...
I ran across a forum where the person was asking how to make crossing a sexual taboo believable. My assumption was that this was meant in terms of writing about it happening. My forum posts are generally infamous for being a) poor attempts at humor and b) almost more long winded than my submitted stories. However this one began to even give me pause as the...
"It's so fake," Peelo said, laughing derisively, something she had picked up from hanging around my wife, "those women are all just pretending. It's a big scam." "Mm, hm," I replied. "Yeah, whatever. You're probably right." I got up and poured myself more coffee, hoping somehow to escape the present thread of conversation. You see my wife had shared with...
My name is Diana Styles and I'm a strap-on addict and an avowed fetish fanatic. A five-foot-ten, kind of chubby and big-bottomed, blonde-haired and green-eyed Irishwoman of Southern origin living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. Forty years old and counting. By day, I am an accountant. I am the CEO of Styles & Madison, a multi-million-dollar accountin...
Your heart is pounding as the orderlies escort you to the operating theatre. The amphitheater is quiet except for a faint murmuring that stops once you arrive. You shed your clothing and give it to one of the attendants. Gone are your sweater and jeans. You remove your bra and panties, not looking at the person who takes it, blushing of embarrassment alrea...
Before I start the story a bit of information about me and other characters. The names has been changed and real names not mentioned to maintain privacy. The milf in the story is my distant relative. She by relation is my aunt. She is my uncle's wife. She is a fair lady with curvy body. She is not slim but not fat either. She has a nice pair of boobs and e...
I try so hard to be good, and usually I am, but let's face it—I have a sex drive so powerful it could run the city of Chicago for the next three months. Oftentimes, it takes me, not the other way around. I've been in so many positions, in so many beds and in so many places in the past, but let the past be the past. I've tried to start anew. Rules for myself...
The cab stops at the address. Trupti and I, now fully dressed, get out of the cab. The meter was blank. Presumably, he turned it off. I take out two $20 bills and extend them towards the cabbie. "No, it's not necessary." the cabbie winks and squeezes my hand. "Please take it." Getting the ride for free in exchange for whatever happened in the cab would mak...
My name is Jamal James Wilkins. I am a tall young black man living in the city of Boston. Right now, it's late December and I'm finally on vacation from Northeastern University. I'm a Criminal Justice major and I've finally earned my B.A. I feel like celebrating. It's a good feeling when you accomplish what you set out to do, you know? I went to the downtown...