Exhausted from the long meeting, Jerome threw his keys on the coffee table and slumped down on the couch. The meeting had taken all afternoon and the thought that he could've really used that massage instead was setting in. He eyed the big binder on the kitchen counter and loathed the idea of having to check the books for the deal James sent him on. At the m...
The next morning while lying in bed, Jim couldn't stop thinking to himself how turned on he was watching that Adam penetrate his Jennie. Jim couldn't believe how much Jennie enjoyed Adams size. Jim had always fantasized of Jennie being fucked by other men while he watched. And introducing Adam made he want her to make his fantasy a reality. Jennie was waki...
She knew I loved to wear panties. She didn't know who long I had been wearing them, but she knew I did, and she had no problem with it. My ex-girlfriend, Kate, who had cheated on my numerous times, always with bigger cocks (which wasn't very difficult considering my tiny size), wanted to meet me at the mall. We had broken up, and she was dating some guy sh...
As you pull into the parking lot of the adult store, you look in the mirror and compose yourself, working up your courage. You have been planning this for weeks, but now that you are going through with it, you start to have second thoughts as the butterflies grow. You take a deep breath, close your eyes and imagine the fantasy you have been having for the lo...
This begins a new fictional story series with my dominant lover. We worked together to craft this story. The names Dean and Sam are used as a tribute to the sexy men of the TV show Supernatural. I do not own these characters. As always, all characters are over the age of 18. I hope you enjoy. ----------- I've always had a fantasy of being gangbanged, bu...
Faye would always associate college with the smell of eucalyptus in late summer, the dusty dry of the campus, and that pale-yellow California sunshine. The fragrance had seemed cloying—almost suffocating—that first August, impossible to escape. It was kind of like how she felt about being in school. Faye had grown up in a college town herself, her mother tau...
A Secret Delayed "Can I turn on the TV?" The words echoed across my room like an exploding bomb. I had just watched my ex-wife enjoy thirty-five minutes of locked door, in the bedroom, sexual private time with her husband Frank. Through no fault of my own, my son Tom had left the camera on but TV off after a quick Skype call when he was looking for his sho...
Wednesday was just another day: long hours at the office and the typical 5 o'clock traffic rush. I was finally through with my day. I hit the time clock, and was on my way. That's when I noticed my phone ringing. "Unknown caller," I thought to myself, "it's been a rough day, do I dare answer the phone right now? I could take a chance. Who knows, I could wi...
I had an easy sitting job for Mr Peters. He was the last of the people that I still sat for. Mainly because no-one else wanted the job. Even though he paid regular rates most people just didn't seem to get on too well with his girls. Maybe because of their crappy habits. A bit about me. The name's Beth, I'm eighteen, nearly nineteen, average height, decent...
The door to the private studio opened with a blast of warm air. It was bad enough that my wife dragged me to yoga on a Sunday afternoon, but I didn't sign up for a hot studio. My wife paused at the door and looked back at the trainer in the waiting room. "Geez Nick. It's so hot in here!" After several weeks of free sessions at our gym, she wanted more perso...