Barbara Dunkelman was jacking off to a picture of her wife Kara Eberle. Barbara loved the image of Kara, completely naked, on all fours and showing her beautiful pussy and ass. Barbara couldn't stop touching herself. "Oh Kara," Barbara moaned softly as she strokes her cock. "You are sooooo hot." Barbara came, and showered the picture with cum. She loved ho...
The night she arrived in Paris, before she unpacked a wilder, freer, dimension of herself, Daija had a dizzying notion: "What if he wasn't waiting, as promised, at the carousel on Quai Branly?" she mused. She shook off her doubt as easily as the fear that no longer imprisoned her, now that she had traveled across an ocean from repression. If his love proved...
As I've detailed in previous stories, I'm a very lucky guy because I have to be married to one of the horniest women on the planet. Later I plan to write some fictional stories but to this point, this letter and my prior ones have all been 100% true. T, my wife of 16 years, loves to be fucked. While she doesn't cum every time, the majority of the time she d...
I have thought about this very carefully. I know what we should do about this Moslem terrorist problem facing all the innocent people of the world. Sex. And lots of it. Since celibacy and sexual frustration are at the root of the problem. What I think we should do, all of us “infidels” here in New York City and Washington D.C. and Pennsylvania in America, L...
Winter was back, and the dark came earlier. Ted was on his way to pick up his young mistress for a night out. He still had plenty of ideas on his "to-do" list for Emily, between his own fantasies and things he read in forums. He regularly texted and called her to discuss ideas. Emily had gotten creative in her picture-taking as well, her most recent set bei...
NIGHT –EXTERIOR The theme music fades and the still photo of the Conner house establishes that the porch light is off. CUT TO – INTERIOR –LIVING ROOM The house is dark but the television is on. The set is throwing out a bluish light on the worn couch but there is no sound. ROSEANNE CONNER, wife, mother and restaurant owner, emerges from the basement/her wr...
I met Sarah in Portland Chat—big surprise there—in late winter 1999. The Internet is the easiest way to meet people. "Does anyone want to talk on the phone?" she asked the room. Bored and a little lonely, I Instant Messaged her. We began chatting. She emailed me her picture. She was chubby and cute. I gave her my phone number, and five minutes later we were...
My wife and I have enjoyed having other men help with our sex life, but never had the line been crossed until one faithful weekend not too long ago. We had invited a friend over for drinks and cards and as we had in the past started discussing sex and what fantasies each of us had. Little did I realize that my wife was going to ask me to do something that I...
Jenny took my number after our little encounter and she had come up with some rules. I was to send her pictures of myself whenever she wanted and I had to text her every time David fucked me at work. If he ejaculated on me then she wanted pictures of that too. Apparently all this couple needed was to blackmail a younger woman into having sex with them both w...
Note: This story is a sequel to the Midsummer and Midwinter story series. More precisely, it's a bonus story for my followers who have read those two series a while ago. It can also be read as a stand-alone, with a few paragraphs explaining some of the background. Edited by: Pope1944. Thanks! *** Well, it looked like three months wasn't enough time for m...