It began on a Tuesday night out of the blue. My wife and I are in bed, both reading as we normally do before we turn the lights out. I heard a slight whimpering and noticed Amanda was crying. When I asked her what's wrong, she burst into sobbing tears and just came out and said it. "I've had an affair". I was shocked. I couldn't believe it. I'd like to te...
In my previous relationship, anal sex is something that was completely off the table. There was no argument, no questions; it just wasn't an option. This was always a hard thing for me to take. I have always been open to trying new things, whether they are "normal" or not. To me, nothing should be off limits as long as both partners are willing and nobody ge...
There I was, lying on my bed with my rigid cock in my hand. I'd been edging myself closer and closer to orgasm for near an hour now, and could tell that I was getting close to maximum pressure. My wife was out with her friend shopping, I'd hoped that she would be home in time to suck me off and swallow this ever growing load, but the chances of that were gro...
She sat there on the couch looking around the room, as she tries to relax. The moment she hears the door beginning to unlock, she hops up with gusto. Excited she dashes to the door her eyes growing as she blushes thinking about what they agreed would happen when he got home. Her heart races as she holds still as he opens the door, her eyes land on him. "Ba...
Michelle always felt a slight flutter of excitement whenever her phone's instant messenger pinged with one particular ringtone - it was the one she had reserved for her lover, Jason, and it meant a message from him. She only saw him a few times a year because she lived in San Francisco, and he in Sydney, and they only saw each other on her occasional trips t...
"I have a surprise for you today, slave" he sternly proclaimed from behind her, hidden, dark and looming like an imminent storm. As Lydia squirmed uncomfortably under the strain of the rope, her pelvis began gyrating quickly on the soft, brown leather-upholstered sawhorse. This was a routine as familiar to her master as it was to her, and both were acutely...
Today, my Master has ordered me to edge myself for ten minutes straight if I can use the toy - and twenty minutes straight if I have to use my hand, since it's less intense than the toy. During that whole time I'm to think about what she's already told me she's going to do to me on Friday during our date - tie me down over a stack of cushions, fuck me in the...
(I wrote this story a few years ago for a good friend of mine named Peter. He gave me a few details he wanted to see, like the butt plug and Christmas theme, and I ran with the rest of it. While I wrote it from his point of view, the words and actions all came from me. I hope you enjoy it as much as he did.) * I don't mind the holidays, really. The worst p...
She sits there on her bar stool, fingers playing with her almost empty wine glass. Blood red nails sliding up and down the stem, the rim of the glass stained with her lipstick. She looks around the classy bar, eyes running over the bodies of the men who are gathered there. As she goes to turn back to the bar, she spots the man she wants. He's walking throu...
We join our lovers at the beginning of THIS chat... * * * * * Xan: Hey Xan: Guess what I'm wearing B B: Oooo, WHAT? Xan: I took like an hour-long bath then put on... Xan: Your favorite robe, Uncle Chris! B B: Ahh, wonderful... Anything else? Xan: Earrings B B: And a SMILE...? Xan: Now I am B B: oooo B B: How was your bath? Xan: Wonde...