You come by one Tuesday morning, eager to see me after a long stretch without visiting. You have the pumps, skirt and tight sweater you had on back when we were first reunited. I answer the door, a smile on my face and a light in my eyes indicating my happiness at seeing you. We talk, you and I sitting together on the couch, my hand occasionally slipping un...
BabyGirl, I want to dance with you... in Rio de Janeiro during Carnival. I think I want you on a float in the middle of the parade with me. We can dance with the other 15 or 18 de Jenerians on the float. Huge, loud, sweaty, hot crowds around us. Lots of music. Loud and fast beats. You can dance in my arms; swing your head back and forth looking up. Hips mo...
Patrick grunted as his 10 inch cock passed his wife's cervix. It was 12 days since he was last allowed to ejaculate, and now he was pounding her pussy with a vengeance. Francis hooked her legs around his. Beginning her fertile days with the missionary position had become a bit of a tradition over the summer. So was following the act with breakfast in bed. Fr...
I belong to a BDSM club and have for at least 15 years. It is located about 20 minutes from my house. I go monthly and usually with my friend M. She is the wife of someone my husband works with and we found out about our shared desires secretly. M is very dominant and must always be in control, which is great, as I am the submissive one in most relationship...
Last night of the show, final pack down, flowers and champagne on stage, everyone emotionally shattered. It was a great run and playing to a packed house each night was amazing. Tiring, but amazing. The girls had been fantastic and we couldn't have picked a better, more cohesive, enthusiastic and social group, especially considering our ages. Jeff was 42 an...
Authors Note - This story is a result of my inner monolouge combined with a sleepless night, alot of coffee, and a wild imagination. It's also my first short story in years. Let me know what you think please! Let me tell you a little something about regret. For I am it's scholar I sit here on the edge of this man’s bed his head is lowered, one hand firmly...
I swear I can smell cunt. I feel like a goddamned dog, or maybe a wolf, yeah, maybe a wolf—downwind of some delicious, vulnerable prey. I don't belong here alone, this wasn't my idea, but here I am, and there is pussy everywhere. I can't get away from it. Little ones, big ones, bald ones, hairy ones—and I'll be damned if I don't want them all. I know there's...
"Fuck my tits that's good shit!" After a long, hard pull on the bottle of homemade blackberry wine that Bobby had retrieved from under the seat, Country wiped at her mouth with the back of her hand, leaving a dark streak-shaped stain. Jamming the bottle between her legs, she leaned over it and reached for the volume on the stereo system as Skynyrd broke t...
I have had this fantasy for some time now, so I thought it might be fun to share it. To begin, I have many fantasies, this is just one of my more vivid ones. The fantasy itself began with a strange combination of my real life infecting a dream, and then was further developed as I read more erotica on this site. This will no doubt be a short story, but it wi...
Hor and I returned to the lounge hand in hand, which did not go unnoticed by my two Accommodating Ladies, who were sprawled out relaxed on the sofa looking as though they had had a bit of a session themselves. Three of the buttons on Ruth's blouse were undone, revealing a very sexy white lacy bra, and Sue's lipstick had smeared somewhat. Nice to swing both w...