It felt like a coffin, especially as there were two of us in there, not just one—and one of us, not including me, was carrying a few too extra pounds. It was so claustrophobic in there that I wanted to hyperventilate and then I was hyperventilating in a good way—dancing on the clouds—and it had nothing to do with how close it was in the bunk on the train, we...
I'm not quite sure what the word is for the way I'm feeling right now. Awkward, maybe; uncomfortable; embarrassed, possibly. There seem no words apt enough to describe my mood. Perhaps it's the injustice of the situation; here I am, a man, forced into voyeurism by circumstance. But I am here nonetheless, seated humbly and awaiting the ultimate humiliation....
Here's something a little different (for me at least). This is a story written by me and a very good friend of mine, involving her, me, my wife, my coworker and an anonymous (male) stranger. My little friend, Jenny, is well aware of my fantasies about my wife and other men and she quite enjoys teasing me. The story appears essentially as we wrote it one afte...
Her Master read a poem about Vixen in the wrong place He was used to having his own way: after all, he was enjoying his role as Vixen's Master, spending many hours setting up very kinky situations for his favorite slut. When the phone call came from his friend asking him to do a poetry reading, he was delighted. That was how, on a sunny winter afternoon,...
Jamal Browne smiled to himself as he laid Kirsten Dwyer on her back, raised her slender alabaster legs in the air and popped his ten-inch Black cock right back into her asshole. The slim, blonde-haired housewife's lovely blue eyes popped as Jamal resumed fucking her in the ass. Time for this White slut to realize what she's been missing, Jamal thought to him...
I'm watching my wife undressing, exposing her big tits and shaved pussy to a strange man. When she is completely naked, she begins to undress this stranger, undoing his tie, unbuttoning his shirt. When they are both nude he stares lustfully at my wife's nude body. My wife's eyes go straight to his cock. This guy is hung like a horse. She gets on her knees...
You're such a good husband. Surprising her early, to take her to dinner. She's had such a hard night. She told you on the phone how she'd have to order room service again because she was working late. You were all ready to surprise her at the room. The front desk even agreed to let you in. Because they knew who you were. You approach the room. Excited beca...
I'm an avid reader of books with sexual content. There's nothing like reading a steamy book about a lover fucking his woman or another man's wife. I will buy them and read them and get hot and wet as I do. I have read the stories from Literotica and then go get my vibrator and lie on the bed and have four or five orgasm while I was on the bed. Having orgas...
"We've got an audience," I told Julie between kisses. "Oh, good," she purred, pressing herself closer against me. The couch we'd chosen to make out on was in a hallway away from the main party, but still in public view. Our host had made the oblique suggestion that there were spare bedrooms couples could use if they wanted, but when Julie and I had seen t...
Without any doubt, Ann Sterling, my sexy wife, is the easiest piece of ass, the most eager slut in Australia. She has expressed her free-wheeling sexuality as a two bit whore on semi-permanent loan to men scattered about this arid region, a woman frequenting a bordello bed at five dollars a throw, a flesh pot in a flesh pit learning to wow any and all client...