Author's note: My recent story "Rosette" was inspired by medieval tales about young women whose old and jealous husbands kept them locked up. After I'd finished that one I wondered if I could treat the same theme in a modern setting. Here's my attempt. I don't know if it's any good: you tell me. Becky's lounging by the pool again, wearing her microkini. I...
I have been married to my smoking hot wife, Susan, for 10 years now. She has long brown hair and the deepest chocolate brown eyes I've ever seen. She is about 5'4", 145 lbs, c cup breast, and a waxed pussy. She has a bit of a kinky side and likes giving wet sloppy blowjob's, being fucked really hard, to be smacked around a little, and loves to talk dirty. Me...
Celeste and I called this series "A Guide to Great Anal Sex" and not "A Guide to Great Anal Intercourse" for a reason. It's because so much of great anal sex doesn't involve intercourse itself. We think that, with a few exceptions, one of us should be focused on giving pleasure to the other, that there should be a giver and receiver. Trying to be both at th...
I'd always classed myself as completely Gay – been into Gay Watersports for quite a time. I'd never had any sexual experience with a woman (not even a kiss) and thought I had no interest in the opposite sex at all. A few weeks ago a Piss/Fuck buddy of mine invited me to a dinner party - we spent most of the time with a Lesbian couple he knows well. It turns...
I didn't have long to wait for the coffee, either, as a very soft hand tapped my bare left should, and I turned to see a gorgeous, but familiar woman holding a tray with some coffee, aspirin, and French toast with plenty of butter and some figs on the side. I had to admit that I'd never eaten figs by themselves, but they were as delicious as the French toast...
(The following is a true story. It's a story of lust and passion between a husband and wife, and I have some digital pics to remind me of that weekend.) We slept through the night pretty uneventful. Both of us were tired and needed to sleep off the drinks we had enjoyed earlier. We slept late the next morning. The heavy curtains blocked out the bright suns...
This chapter picks up immediately at the end of Last Friday Night Ch. 2 ***** "Strip, bitch," Margo tells Tonya playfully. Rick and I stare at each other. This night was getting crazier by the minute. I had just been fucked by another guy for the first time, and now I was going to get to watch Margo use her strapon on Tonya. "I can't wait to fuck your wife...
As Flora and I entered her "village", it grew larger in appearance, the depth of its interior making it clear that the lack of tall buildings hid the true extent and size of this thriving community of river dwellers. I saw tribesmen, their wives, and children everywhere, with the women unabashedly engaged in breastfeeding and other important pursuits. Modest...
Chapter 8 Alycen went straight home after her confrontation with Dan, more than a little shaken or flustered. It wasn't just his words or anything like that. It was the fact that, as frustrating as Dan was, he was always dangerously attractive to her. Now he was even more so. Something about his cold, even hostile response appealed to Alycen on a visceral l...
My 18th birthday was nothing special. We lived in a small town, my dad was drunk most of the time and my mother was more interested in pretending to have a good life than anything else. I was an only child so no siblings to form bonds with. I knew that high school was coming to an end and soon I shall be working minimum wage job till I die... I didn't have...