For several days my husband I were hoping to get laid. Every day, something came up (not his cock) and I missed out. Well, one day he was laying in bed reading an erotic story and playing with his dick. I looked at the clock and knew this would not end well. After 10 minutes of gently stroking his dick, our daughter walked in and the fire went out. Finally...
THE DREAM Dressed in a black lace babydoll chemise my satin red bra and matching thong can be seen, the only other clothing I have on is a black trench coat & 5" red peep toe pumps. As I walk down the hall & approach Ethan's door I am acutely aware of the bright pink box that's inside my oversized black satchel. I pause, take a deep breath & flush at the th...
My husband pulled me by the wrist down into our refurbished basement. He unlocked the door with a click, opening it into a 10' by 8' room. "Impatient much?," I say tauntingly when he gives my wrist a large tug into the room. He says nothing, but lets go. I look around the room. He has added some things. Now there are pictures on the wall. Erotic pictures of...
If you had asked me a month ago, I would have said that there was no way that I was addicted to masturbating, let alone porn. But I got caught. In one way, it has made my life so much easier. No more hiding it, no more whacking off after the household went to sleep and no more feeling as if I was living a lie. My wife and I enjoy sex, but we both work, we ha...
"Wakey wakey sleepy head." The sound of curtains being drawn open was accompanied by a blinding light as my bleary eyes blinked open. "Wha... What? Huh? Hello?" I struggled to come up with coherent words as my brain wasn't fully awake yet. "Good morning Rosie, I hope you slept well," said the same voice as before. "Umm... Yes. Who are you?" I asked. "My...
It was just a little sound. Not much but enough for me to know someone had come in. I looked at the clock - 2:06 AM. I am glad it was Saturday morning. There was a friend's shower tonight that Becky had gone to with Autumn. I watched a little basketball and played a little poker. I decided not to wait up knowing that I would hear her come in if she decided t...
Chapter two: Conclusion Sandra felt Rick sit on the bed, then felt his warm hand resting on her ass cheek, his fingers resting close to her opening. She tried to move but found herself helpless. "For the rest of weekend, you will refer to me as Sir, do you understand?" "Yes," Sandra whispered. Rick raised his hand and slapped Sarah hard across the ass ma...
Author's Note: This story takes place in one of those high schools where everyone is eighteen or older. You know the ones. **** Riley waited for Jen by the front of the school. She smiled when she saw her friend approaching and turned to fall into step beside her. "Morning," Riley said cheerfully. "Morning," Jen greeted her in return. "Anything interesti...
Michael was in the kitchen when she came home. His work hours let him get there an hour before she did, on average, a chance to get his directed chores done before she came home on the days she required him at her house. He was naked, except for the soft black manacles that encircled each wrist and ankle, because that's how she wanted him whenever he was in...
Tamara has never been a tennis fan. The fact that she has never been able to master the sport was a major contributor to her dislike. Nevertheless, here she sits, watching Mike play tennis. If Mike were not such a good friend, there is no way she would be wasting her Saturday watching tennis. She and Mike have been friends for years. They had been lovers for...