You walk into the room with the hairs on your neck tingling because you know that I have told you that this night will change you. There's no going back after this one night. You look around wondering where I am and notice that by the bed, under the phone there is a card. Pulling it out, you read the words and your cock jumps. It tells you that you are to re...
Trying to still her breath, she squeezes tighter against the wall, her form all but disappearing in the shadows behind the cantina. Through the dimly lit crevice where she's taken refuge, she can see them--four and moving slowly. "Oh please don't let them see me," she whispers to herself. Finally she heard their footsteps getting softer as they move into th...
"Would you ever fuck a black guy?" I asked my wife Samantha as we lay in bed fooling around and watching amateur porn videos. We had been married for more than 20 years and our sex life had grown stale. In an effort to spice things up I'd recently confessed to her that I sometimes fantasized about her with other men. I'd long been terrified of telling her my...
You know those slave auctions that people do for fun, where you stand up and people bid a fortune for you, and then you cook them a meal or clean their kitchen or walk their dogs... that sort of thing? Well, I thought that was the only sort of slave auction there was. I didn't realise the other sort of slaves got auctioned these days, the sort that have to p...
I was studying to become a landscaper and as part of the course I had to work for a gardening firm for six months. My mentor at the firm was a guy called Bob, generally known as Big Bob. I was nineteen, six foot tall, and weighed around two hundred pounds, and it was honest muscle, not fat. I was reasonable looking with fair hair and hazel eyes and, despite...
The luscious aroma of tomatoes and herbs filled my tiny kitchen, as a small pan filled with sauce simmered on top of the stove. Behind it, water boiled in a stainless steel pot. I poured a half box of spaghetti into the water, stirring the pot and watching the stiff pasta sink gradually into the water, as the Dave Matthews Band played in the background. I g...
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[All characters in this story who are involved in serious sexual situations are at least 18 years old - PS] We shall not cease from exploration And the end of all our exploring Will be to arrive where we started And know the place for the first time. Christine stared at her computer screen, searching for inspiration. She had extracted this quote from the...
Author's Note: I originally started writing this series because I'm skeptical of the stories of the 20-year old Lothario who seems to know just what to say and do when it comes to women. Maybe there are lots of those guys, but I suspect it's far more common to grow into your sexuality or fall into an unusual situation than to orchestrate it. But maybe you c...
It's only girls who are hot blondes with full figures and big tits who can be exhibitionists, right? Wrong! I'm proof that it's wrong. I'm 5'3", ninety one pounds, skinny, with A cup tits, but I'm still an exhibitionist. I didn't know that about myself for a long time—many years, in fact. All through Jr. High and High School, I heard all of the insults and...