It was now three days after the first night with April/Jim. I was still not sure how I felt about that encounter. It is not every day that a teacher has sex with a 19-year-old she-male former student. Especially one that basically blackmailed me into doing it. I have to admit though, by the end of the evening I had enjoyed our sex filled night. April had lef...
My sexual awakening really began when I finally gave in and revealed to my husband my desire to be submissive. No, not the master/slave scenarios that seem to be so predominant and to my mind borders on abuse. No, not the spank me until I cry and can't sit down for a week activities that would label me a masochist. No, I don't want to be violently raped, eve...
She used her free hand to push him back onto the bed and he pushed himself further onto it so that she would have to follow. She straddled him and moved up slowly until her hot pussy was directly over his cock. She rubbed the head against her to lubricate it then slowly began to ease herself down onto him. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the warm soft feel of...
Sometimes you have to wait a while to get your wish. I waited over thirty years. I lived in a medium-sized industrial town and I used to go to a strip bar with my buddies every so often. One summer day I played hooky after lunch and popped into The Hideaway to see some titties. It was a thin crowd, maybe a half-dozen people in the whole place, including th...
Enjoy... Don't forget to vote and leave me your comments. ****** The hot spring sun relentlessly beats down on me, leaving me uncomfortable and frustrated as I watch you walk towards me. I smile mischievously as I feed my eyes on your sexy body. "See, I told you I wouldn't be late"- the unspoken sentence is portrayed through the triumphant look in my eye...
I sat chatting on the train to Marjorie, a sixty-five year old widow. My name is Elliot and I am a sixty-three year old divorcé. Marjorie had invited me to attend a charity dinner and dance in London. Suddenly, she leaned over close to me. "Elliot, I've booked a suite at the hotel and hope you'll share my bed tonight," she whispered. "Are you sure?" I ask...
The Halloween party was to start in 3 hours and my husband called me into our bedroom to get dressed. I had already showered and shaved so this was no problem. My costume was on the bed, what there was of it. We had decided that a pirate theme for this year would work for us. My husband would dress as a Captain and I would be the haughty noble woman captured...
There I was laying in my bed sleeping soundly between shifts when my cell phone began that annoying ring. You know the one...the one that wakes you up from the almost perfect relaxing sleep you desperately need to rejuvenate yourself. Well I reached over and picked up the phone and fumbled through closed eyes to find the answer button. "Hello," I managed t...
I told you up front. You can't say you didn't know. I learned long ago about myself. I have a fetish? Craving? Need? What will you call it? I know well enough to tell women I date more than once about my little "problem" before it looks like things might get serious. By the time I'm thinking I want to spend more time with them and they're thinking I'm the...
My name is Stephen Paul Bastille. I'm a big and tall Black man of Haitian descent living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. I recently moved there from my beloved City of Brockton, in the state of Massachusetts. These days, I major in Criminal Justice at Carleton University. And I'm a man with a secret. Okay, I'm a man with many secrets. I have issu...