This is the true story of the beginning of my anal fetish, from vanilla anal, to something harder and more selfish. My sweet, if somewhat prudish college girlfriend who promised me anything for my birthday, ends with her receiving something she didn't quite expect. ***** About Me: I'm a male, fast approaching his 30's. I'll share the beginning of my littl...
Tara has been my regular lover for over a decade. We have never tired of our otherwise humdrum activity of meeting and fucking. Simply because, both of us have ensured novelty in what we do and are constantly exploring more pleasurable ways to enjoying. This is a real story. This deals with enjoying seeing Tara have a lot of sexual pleasure. And not insistin...
I've been to your house dozens of times in the past, but tonight is going to be different. I can feel it. As you invite me in, I can tell you're a little nervous and I'm sure you can tell I am too. You're wearing a dark purple summer dress with sandals and I can tell you took more time on your hair than usual. "You're looking gorgeous" I say. You smile...
Trixie Vixen was pissed. Her husband Drew was trying to organize another one of his fetish scenarios. Once again she had agreed to go along with his crazy plans. They never panned out, at least not how he would have liked. But this one was starting to look dangerous. They were in the midst of an amazing vacation in Jamaica when Drew had cooked up another o...
800 The next morning she said, "I'm going to give you a break tonight, because I'm a little worried honestly." She wasn't actually worried, but she liked the concern this brought to his face. "We have to get to eight hundred tonight. You almost didn't make it to seven hundred last night." "Well you started the night by tying me up, giving me a blowjob...
To set the story: I'm a part-time student without the funds for her own car. Resorting to public transit had always been a problem for me. The majority of the bus drivers were outcasts of nature, or so it seemed. I would take the same bus home from campus everyday, except for Wednesday. I would usually get the same driver each time. One day the drivers chan...
The text from Mr Smith read "Meet me at 6 in the bar of the hotel opposite our offices. I'd like to discuss the results of the interview." Did that mean he was offering her the job? Surely the formal job offer would be in his office? She and two others had been interviewed for the job as Mr Smith's PA. One if them wasn't a strong candidate but the other, an...
A makeshift frame, this was a spur of the moment thing. While she was at work, he cleaned the garage and found some PVC pipe, the primer and cement to glue it together, some pin hinges, and some zip ties. He measured as best he could, guessing at what he was building in relation to her size. She was short, only five foot, one-half inch, and in most cases cou...
This is the first part in this ongoing series I plan to write. It is a complete work of fiction, from my sexual fantasies about my Ex-wife in our old house. I hope enjoy it, please let me know, and I will continue to write more. The Vicarage is a large country house, the sitting room was a large decorated room that had a sofa in the middle of the room facin...
O'Hare's Irish Tea Rooms was a popular stop on the road to Dinglebury. The vivid green frontage shouted the ethnicity of both the owner and the fare. Time for Tea!" The Hatter made no apologies for the stop. Tea was a necessary part of his existence, as vital as his other two main occupations, breathing and buggery. "Do they serve coffee?" Hatter looked...