I woke up the next morning with a slight hangover for sure, drenched in sweat from the mass of bodies pressed together, their slick flesh against my own skin. I was in a desperate need to piss, so I had to slightly nudge the body resting on top of me, that of my ex-girlfriend Sherry, which regrettably disturbed her slumber. Well, I thought that it was unfort...
The minute Faina walked into the arcade, she wanted to turn around and go home, where she could game from her console with her headset, safe from view and with the lights and sounds under her own control. Here, she felt out of place and more than a little anxious with so many people. She had never quite developed her social capabilities beyond her online int...
***Thanks to my first three anon commenters who made me aware of all the grammar mistakes in my first submission. I took sometime to calm down and try to get it all fixed up for you so that it's not as hard to read and follow .So here is the edited version and here is to hoping my little editor and I got it all right for you. Happy reading! By the way if yo...
Since I was 16 I've been a wrestling fan, the women are horny, and the Rock kicks serious arse. So I was delighted when one of my friends got tickets to RAW is WAR in M.S.G. during the Gap year we were taking touring America. We'd even laid bets on who would get bedded the most in America and who would get bedded my the hottest woman. Now I'm very modest, an...
I hear the elevator stop in the hall outside the apartment door moments before the click of the door lock cycling. Tom is home early. I hurry from the kitchen to greet him as is my custom, pleased that Tom is home. "Hello, Karen," Tom says brightly as I approach. "Hello, Tom," I reply, taking his coat. "How was your day?" "About the same as always," Tom a...
Cassidy rolled over in bed and hit the snooze button on her alarm clock. It was Sunday. The shop didn't open on Sundays. There was absolutely no reason to get out of bed, Cassidy thought as she swung her legs over the side of the bed and stretched. With a yawn and a wistful glance at her bed, she stood and headed for her bathroom. Sunday was housework and g...
Chapter IV: The Reunion Beverley was pleased and excited when Marty contacted her about his impending holiday visit to Cambridge. She hadn't really expected to see him ever again after their short torrid affair in Spain. This time he would be part of a tour party but intended to opt out of the official programme and spend some time with Beverley. As soon...
(This is a scene from another story of mine. One of my very first stories. It is the second book I started. Or perhaps the 3rd. >.> Well anyway... I hope one day I will finish it, as I liked the characters and the story. But we'll see. Anyway, here is the sex scene from it. I didn't edit it because I figured it was a good story to compare with my others. I h...
Amy moaned under the tepid shower spray as her hands reached the swollen nub between her thighs, scrubbing efficiently in true military style but still closing her eyes and taking a private moment to indulge in her fantasies. She couldn't help picturing Major Alex Frasier standing behind her slipping his hand between her legs and fingering her slit while his...
So what is it about us older white husbands who fantasies about other men sexually pleasing our wives. Why was it that for years I imagining my beautiful big breasted wife having long and erotic sex with a young well-hung black buck? Well, from my very recent and extraordinary experience, I now know a lot more about why us voyeuristic husbands always thi...